Qianwan glanced at the sky above the mansion and frowned slightly.

Before the sunset, there was already a bit of coldness, and the mixed breath was still a little dark, this Liu Mansion didn't seem to be quite right.

The butler came out, bowed his hand, and handed over a few handkerchiefs.

Mu Qing said, "Tell me about last night's events in detail. ”

The housekeeper nodded, while leading a few people to the room, "Today's house is not very peaceful, there are often babies crying in the middle of the night, the master asked the little one to find the heavenly master to practice, before he thought about it, the heavenly master put the altar and began to practice less than half an hour, the old man ......"

"What?" Mu Qing continued to ask.

The housekeeper mentioned that he still had some palpitations, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "The master is like an evil spirit, locks the door behind him, mutters nonsense in his mouth, throws things in the room around, and when the people break in, they see the master lying on the ground, and he has lost his breath." ”

Mu Qing looked at the housekeeper, "You said he was talking nonsense, what did he say?" ”

The housekeeper wanted to speak and stopped, "The little ones can't really hear it, and they didn't dare to get closer, so they only heard some words of retribution and viciousness." ”

"What about the Heavenly Master?"

"I'm in the firewood room, waiting for an adult to inquire." The housekeeper lowered his head, "In front of me is the master's study, and the people from the yamen are inside." ”

Qin Wen covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and when he entered the room, Mu Qing walked to the corpse first, lifted the white cloth and looked at it a few times.

The head catcher walked over and bowed, "See the prince." ”

"Excuse me, what's going on now?"

"Back to the prince, I have just checked it, the time of death was confirmed to be last night, there were not too many injuries on the body, no symptoms of poisoning, no traces of struggle, the fatal injury was an inch wound on the neck, which was scratched by the tip of the porcelain piece, and the porcelain piece was found on his hand, the wound was anastomosed, and the preliminary guess was that it may be suicide."

"Mu Qing, how's that?"

"It is true that there are no other wounds on the body except for this wound, and the color of the tongue coating and eyelids is normal, which means that it is not poisoning." Mu Qing shook his head.

Qin Wen frowned.

"It's not suicide." A cold voice rang out.

Several people were shocked.

"What's the proof?" Qin Wen asked.

"Pencil holder." Qianwan picked up a brush and said coldly, "The pen holder is a thing close to the literati, ordinary people put it in front of the right hand three inches, and the ink inkstone is matched, but this Lord Liu is three inches away from the left hand, and the ink inkstone is placed in the opposite place, so the match shows that he is actually used to the left hand, but later changed to the right hand." ”

"If you commit suicide, why do you choose your right hand, which you are not used to, do you want to die slowly?"

Qianwan glanced at the housekeeper, and sure enough, she saw his dodging eyes.

snorted coldly, this guy really had something to hide from his aunt.

"But this wound ......" Mu Qing probed again, but still didn't see any obvious scars, not even a pinhole.

"My lord, some wounds are hidden deep and will appear with the corpse spots two days after death." After putting away the silver needle, he couldn't help but speculate, "Now that Lord Liu has been dead for less than a day, maybe ......"

"Then let's do it first, go and interrogate the suspect first." Mu Qing stood up and pointed to the headhunter, "You, go and bring everyone over." ”

"Yes." The head catcher gave up his hand, held the knife and walked out.

"Ma'am." The butler bowed to a woman dressed in vegetarian clothing.

The beautiful woman's face was a little haggard, and she bowed to the young monk behind her, "I also hope that the little master can recite the scriptures for our master, he is really ...... Treat unjustly. ”

Xuanji returned the salute with one palm, his eyes were warm and clear, "Don't worry, don't worry, everything in the world has its own place to go." ”