The room has been locked, and there is also the maid Huan'er.

Yang Qiuchi stood at the door, and first called Mrs. Wenwen, who was examining the corpse at that time, to inquire, and learned that Miss Qiaozhen's corpse only had a flat wound in the throat, and there were no obvious external injuries, and she was still a virgin, and the cause of death was a sharp wound in the throat.

Later, Yang Qiuchi asked again: "Who first discovered the scene, please call me for questioning." ”

After a while, a little maid was brought over, knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Qiuchi: "Slave Huan'er, meet the master." ”

"Are you the personal maid who usually serves the young lady?" Yang Qiuchi asked.

"The slave is just a slave in the young lady's room, and Ziyan is the personal maid of the young lady, but she is sick and can't come."

"Sick? What disease? Yang Qiuchi asked.

Ziyan was frightened when she saw the young lady dead in the room. Lang Zhong said that she was frightened and overly sad, so she couldn't get out of bed all the time, and now she is still in a trance. ”

Yang Qiuchi nodded, and asked Huan'er about the discovery of the murder at that time, and knew that the first person to enter the scene through the window was a slave who was Zhang Zhaocai.

He first checked the doors and windows, and found that the windows were open, so he stepped forward, looked at them, and found that there were traces of being pried, and only after asking did he know that he found the young lady dead in the house that day, and the door was bolted from the inside, so he had to enter in this way.

Yang Qiuchi called Zhang Zhaocai, the domestic slave who entered the scene first, and asked about the situation of the corpse at that time.

The servant Zhang Zhaocai replied: "The first to find out that the young lady is dead was Ziyan, Ziyan cut a small hole through the window and looked in, and then collapsed on the ground in fright. Huan'er and they were also frightened after seeing it, and when Mrs. went up to take a look, she fainted directly. We called the master, and he told me to pry open the window and go in and open the door. The young lady was lying on the ground, and she had already lost her breath, and there was a wound in her throat, and there was blood all over her body. When we went up to take a look, we saw that her hands and feet were stiff. ”

Yang Qiuchi asked in detail about the stiffness, the temperature of the corpse and the appearance of corpse spots, and preliminarily judged that the time of death of the deceased was at night.

"What's she wearing?" Yang Qiuchi asked.

"I was dressed well, it was a peach-colored jacket and a moon-white cotton dress that Mr. Kuang specially went to the 'Wanfu' cloth post to customize for Miss when Miss was born a few days ago. Our young lady is beautiful, and her favorite color is peach, so she dresses beautifully. ”

Wang Zhaocai said very emotionally, his eyes seemed to see his own young lady standing in front of him, his expression was full of sadness, Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, the deceased must have been easy-going before his death, and he should get along well with these subordinates, otherwise he would not let the subordinates have such an expression when they talked about her again after she died.

"Who is this Mr. Kuang?" Yang Qiuchi asked. Listening to Wang Zhaocai say this, the relationship between this person and the political envoy Wu family should be extraordinary, but when it seemed that he was in the living room just now, Wu Ciren did not introduce a person surnamed Kuang.

Wang Zhaocai hunched his waist and said: "Mr. Kuang's name is Kuang Mi, if you don't know this Mr. Kuang, then your father must know." ”

"His father? Who? ”

"Kuang Xianjue, Mr. Kuang"

Yang Qiuchi was surprised when he heard this. He had heard of this Kuang Xianjue when he was rushing to take the exam in the capital, and he was a scholar of the Hanlin Academy at that time, and because of political disagreements with some people in the imperial court, he returned to his hometown with his family. Moreover, the hometown of this university scholar seems to be in Chengdu. His son heard that he was also a talented man, and he was a high school scholar in his early twenties.

Yang Qiuchi looked very humble when he saw this Zhaocai, so he smiled and said, "You seem to know your young lady very well, how do you know everything?" ”

Wang Zhaocai straightened his waist proudly, as if to explain to Yang Qiuchi how close his relationship with Miss was: "In the past, Miss didn't talk to us people much, and it wasn't good to us. Later, three years ago, the old man found Mr. Kuang for the young lady, and after that, the young lady seemed to be a different person, and she didn't often sit in front of the window to be her female celebrity, dancing with guns and sticks all day long, or taking Ziyan and Mr. Kuang to ride a horse, and Mrs. often complained that Mr. Kuang taught our young lady to be a tomboy. ”

"Then why didn't you see this Mr. Kuang of your young lady? Didn't he know that Miss was dead? Yang Qiuchi asked.

"He went back to Luzhou a few days ago, and it happened to be his mother's taboo, so he didn't know that something had happened to our young lady. Alas, if you know, I don't know how to be sad. Zhang Zhaocai sighed.

"What day did he leave?"

"It should be the first day of Miss's accident, on that day he came to the door to bid farewell to the lord and wife, saying that it would take half a month to be able to come back, Miss was reluctant to let him go, and cried sadly." Wang Zhaocai recalled.

Yang Qiuchi stood at the door and looked into the room, and found a sword hanging on the wall, carefully identified, it turned out to be a male and female sword, this is a kind of lovers' sword, the two swords are separated by the two handles of Reading Power, and together they become one. But at this moment, there is only one female sword left in the scabbard, what about the other male sword?

Yang Qiuchi pointed to the scabbard: "Where is there another sword?" ”

Zhang Zhaocai took a step forward, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, shook his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Miss's boudoir can't be casually entered by our subordinates, so the villain doesn't know either." ”

Yang Qiuchi stared at the half-empty scabbard, his heart moved slightly, and he nodded secretly.

Yang Qiuchi asked again: "What else did you find when you came in at that time?" ”

Zhang Zhaocai hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "When I came in, I found a piece of paper on the table. It seems to be a poem, but I didn't look closely.

Maybe it was written by Wu Qiaozhen, and asked casually: "What about the paper?" ”

"Madame took it." Zhang Zhaocai replied.

"Took it?" Yang Qiuchi groaned, this may be a clue, and he has to find an opportunity to ask for this note.

Yang Qiuchi asked, "How many aunts does your lord have?" ”

"If you go back to the eldest lord, our lord has a total of seven aunts. However, Miss Qiaozhen, who passed away, was the grandmother's. Among the other six aunts, the fourth and fifth aunts are sons, and the others are daughters, oh, by the way, our second aunt and seventh aunt have no children, and the second aunt said that they can't have children. The seventh aunt has only been married for less than two years, so she hasn't asked for it yet, of course, this is something that our subordinates can't chew the root of their tongues, if they let the master know, they will be punished. ”

Wang Zhaocai always adds some other content on the basis of answering other people's questions, so there is no need to ask one by one.

After hearing this, Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, this Wu Bu political envoy plus the original wife and concubine with a total of eight rooms is enough for this old boy to be busy, and then he thought that the women he has to deal with add up to probably not less than this number, and he can't help but feel a little big. Then a question came to mind: "Then which wife does your master like the most?" ”

Wang Zhaocai couldn't help but lower his voice and said: "My lord's favorite is our seventh aunt, and our seventh aunt has a very good relationship with our young lady, perhaps because they are only four years older than our young lady, the two of them are very close to each other and often play together." ”

"Among your master's children, his favorite is probably your Miss Qiaozhen."

"Although our Miss Qiaozhen is the child of the eldest grandmother, she is not the oldest, the daughter of our third grandmother is the eldest, and our young lady is the second. But the eldest lady married the eldest son of our procurator Wang Lingkun three years ago. Therefore, Miss Qiaozhen is also the oldest in the family, and there are two young masters and a young lady in the family. ”

Yang Qiuchi was confused by the relationship between this family, thinking about it, if each of his women gave birth to several children, I am afraid that they would be confused like this, and at that time, they would have their own heads.

Yang Qiuchi asked Nawang Zhaocai to step back, and then carefully entered the scene room, only to see that the rest of the room was very tidy, there were no obvious signs of fighting, and the quilt on the bed was very neat. According to the certificate of the maid Huan'er, the bed was the same as the maid's on the previous day, indicating that Wu Qiaozhen had not slept at that time.

A round table by the window was a mess, and there was a large pool of blood on the floor, which had dried up and turned brown.

One meter in front of the pool of blood, there were patches of blood, dotted with stars.

Yang Qiuchi called the arresters who had conducted an on-site investigation in Chengdu at that time and asked them about their judgment after the investigation. Several catchers looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

The head catcher surnamed Lei said with a smiling face: "Master, let's ...... We were all a little confused, Miss Wu died in her bedroom, the door was bolted, but there was a ...... that was slightly closed at the door and window."

Yang Qiuchi's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Which one?" ”

Lei Zhutou took Yang Qiuchi to a back window and said, "This is it, after we saw it, in order to protect the scene, we closed the window." ”

Yang Qiuchi took a closer look, and there were no obvious blood marks or bloody handprints on the window, and then asked Lei Zhutou if he had found anything.

Lei Zhutou said: "We estimate that the murderer climbed in from the back window, stabbed Miss Wu to death, and then flipped out of the back window. ”

"Were the other doors and windows closed at the time?"

"Yes, it is all closed, including the door, and it is bolted from the inside."

"Have you surveyed, have you ever crossed the surrounding walls?"

"I've looked at it carefully, and I didn't find any traces of it."

Yang Qiuchi looked at the layout of the room again and said, "According to your investigation, have you found anything?" ”

Lei Zhutou scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Our brothers have discussed it for the past few days, but we don't have a clue, and now that Lord Yang has personally detected it, the little ones have put down their hearts." ”

(To be continued)