Zhao Di didn't know if he knew that he was at a loss, or if he really didn't want to say a word to this little man, so he didn't say a word and walked towards the door.

Jian Qing really didn't know where he was going, so he had to trot all the way behind him.

In order to avoid people's eyes, Zhao Di walked through the backyard and went out from the small corner gate in the northeast corner, and a small sedan chair was waiting at the door.

The two sedan chair drivers hurriedly lowered the sedan pole, Zhao Di stepped over, and Shen Cang had already hurriedly opened the curtain to serve him and got in.

The two palanquin men trembled and lifted him up, and Jian Qing pinched a cold sweat for Zhao Di, if he fell down, he should be crippled, right?

Jian Qing shook his hand and walked with Shen Cang left and right next to the sedan chair. Because of this worry, Jian Qing is very calm about the difference between others sitting and her standing, and others sitting in a sedan chair and she walking.

All the way to the Xinglai Inn, the shopkeeper's tears have not been wiped away, and he didn't have time to rejoice in sending away the plague gods of the patrol and fast class, and saw a group of people, obviously not here to stay, and these people who are still in the inn from top to bottom have noses that are not noses, and their faces are not faces.

However, Shen Cang bowed, held the sedan curtain with both hands, and his every move was measured, which was a well-trained behavior at a glance, so that the shopkeeper's face of a June child realized a seamless switch from cloudy to sunny, and he took the shopkeepers to bow down to greet him, and his head was about to touch the ground.

Shen Cang threw a dime of silver to him, Jian Qing's eyes widened, why didn't anyone reward her with silver after she helped Zhao Di?

Who wants any dignity when they are hungry?

She looked at Zhao Di's back indignantly, if her mind could kill, Zhao Di should have seen the Nai He Bridge at this time.

But it didn't work.

Standing at the door of the Tianzi Room, Zhao Di didn't have any intention of going in to see the scene of the crime, but turned his head to look at Jian Qing. Jian Qing was puzzled, rubbed his nose with his index finger, and looked back at him as well. If it is a man and a woman, Jian Qing thought to himself, is this a bit of a picture of two and two looking at each other, in the eyes of outsiders?

Obviously, Zhao Di has no intention of acting with her, besides, she is still a man now!

"Let's get started!"

I don't know if it's because I've been together for a little longer, Jian Qing is suddenly able to adapt to this person's way of speaking. She is blessed to the soul and understands what Zhao Di is going to do?

The prince is in the advanced stage of disease!

Jian Qing took out the piece of hemp rope from her arms, and she unceremoniously called the shopkeeper, "So thin, this kind of rope, two zhang long, soaked in oil, is there?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't understand what Jian Qing was going to do, but he hated this little trick.

Cheap, deliberately clinging to the powerful, thinking that a sparrow can become a phoenix? However, the people who watched the visitors from all over the world had the same eyesight as the old bustard in the Yulou, and he had already seen the innate nobility of Zhao Di, except to cooperate with Jian Qing, a fox who borrowed the majesty of the tiger, he had no choice for the time being.

The hemp rope was quickly brought in, and Jian Qing pointed to the ground word room and said to Zhao Di, "The untouchables have already checked it, whether it is the room layout, the door, or the interior furnishings between the ground characters and the Tianzi room, the only difference may be in the grade of those ornaments and the material of the furniture, the untouchables think that if the untouch people want the case to repeat themselves, why don't they borrow the ground characters?" ”

Replay? Zhao Di originally just wanted to listen to Jian Qing explain on the spot, how she deduced that the murderer was a woman and not a man, since Jian Qing could repeat it, of course Zhao Di was as good as a stream.

The latch of the inn is not a bolt type, for the sake of aesthetics, an L-shaped structure is installed behind the left and right doors, and when the door is usually open, the latch is taken down and put aside, and when it is to be closed, the latch can be put down from the top of the L-shaped structure of the two doors.

Jian Qing let Zhao Di enter the door first, and she showed Zhao Di the hemp rope that the murderer left at the scene before, "The untouchables have reasoned that the murderer is by putting the hemp rope on one end of the door latch, and then pulling the door latch up from outside the door, the door can be pushed open a crack, and after the murderer drills out, he will ignite the oil-soaked hemp rope outside the door and burn it out." This piece of hemp rope was picked up by the untouchables at the scene. The untouchables speculate that it was the part that was attached to the end of the latch, and although it was soaked in kerosene, it was because the murderer's knot was too strong, and the smell left on the hemp rope could be inferred that the kerosene was not of high purity, so that the burning effect was not good, and the flame was extinguished at the knot. ”

Jian Qing raised the latch to Zhao Di's nose, "You can smell it, there is still a little smell." ”

Zhao Di stepped back in shock, and glared at her with a pair of fierce eyes. Jian Qing was startled by him, the latch was painted by Tong, it was very smooth, if it weren't for the traces left on it, there was no means to detect it, she wouldn't let him smell it.

"Not necessarily!" Zhao Di felt that he should not use common sense to speculate on this young man, the kid from the poor countryside didn't understand etiquette at all, and he was angry about this kind of thing, which seemed to be very unbearing. Zhao Di patted his sleeve in disgust and patted away the unpleasant smell that didn't exist on his body.

Jian Qing was helpless, but she realized that she might have just taken a turn in the Ghost Gate, and she offended Zhao Di, but fortunately, Zhao Di didn't care.

Without saying a word, Jian Qing put the small piece of hemp rope on the latch of the door taken from the heavenly characters, the length was just right, although Zhao Di had a calm face, he nodded slightly.

Jian Qing didn't care if Zhao Di recognized it or not, she had already made inferences in her heart many times, and believed that the subsequent experiments would support her speculation at 360 degrees.

Jian Qing wrapped the hemp rope around one end of the latch, leaving a distance of about 20mm from the end face to prevent it from falling off.

She first hung the latch in the L-shaped slot, and there was a gap between the top edge of the door and the door frame, through which the rope passed and hung outside.

Then take the contact point between the latch and the left door slot as the fulcrum, Jian Qing lifted the latch at a 45° angle, half of the latch is leaving the door slot, and the door on the right can open a gap, she holds the latch with one hand, and holds the hemp rope hanging outside with the other hand, fixing the angle at which one end of the latch is raised.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper finally understood what this little servant was doing, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, and his legs trembled, after all, in this way, anyone who was a little thinner might be the murderer. Several underage shopkeepers almost fainted.

Although Jian Qing was small, she didn't have the skills of a murderer after all, and she carefully got out sideways through the crack in the door.

Shen Cangdu pinched a cold sweat for her, if she failed, I don't know if his master would tolerate Xiao Zuo so much.

Fortunately, Jian Qing slowly loosened the rope, and the latch behind the door slowly slid down, and landed in the L-shaped door slot, so that Zhao Di was equivalent to being in the same secret room as the victim.

Realizing this, Shen Cang's soul was scattered, and he was so anxious that he wanted to jump to his feet. However, he didn't have the guts of the dog, and he didn't dare to make his own decisions for his master.

Jian Qing asked for a fire fold, she lit the hemp rope, after the kerosene was soaked, the burning was indeed more sufficient, but as Jian Qing said, the quality of kerosene in this era was really worrisome, but fortunately, the flame turned over the door frame all the way, and burned to the back of the door without danger, and finally struggled at the knot, and died.