"Uncle, open the door! Something went wrong!! ”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ning Qing didn't plan to open the door, but when she heard the other party's knock on the door so fiercely, she was worried that something urgent would happen, so she simply opened the door directly.

At the same time, Zhang Zhengguo and Zhang Mei opened the door.

"What's wrong?" The three of them spoke in unison.

"Quick! Fast! Go to the first floor, someone wants to kill the thief. ”

Chu Xiaohe's little face collapsed tightly, and with an inexplicable panic, he grabbed Ning Qing's arm and was about to go to the first floor.

Thief?

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, isn't the thief Zhang Jiaming!

Someone is going to kill him?

The hidden murderer is going to commit it again?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, and he immediately ran towards Zhang Jiaming's room with his long legs.

Zhang Zhengguo and Zhang Mei were also shocked when they heard the news, and hurriedly chased after Ning Qing.

When Ning Qing ran to the hall, he saw Feng Hou and his wife, who lived on the first floor, standing at the door in a daze.

"Was it Sister Chu's cry just now? What happened? Ke Li hurriedly asked.

Ning Qing didn't have time to stop answering, she directly swept past the two of them, quickly rushed to the door of the room where Zhang Jiaming was being held, and kicked directly and violently on the door in a hurry.

The wooden door was kicked open and fell with billowing dust, and the door panel slammed into the wall before bouncing back slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of the flashlight pierced through the darkness, and Zhang Jiaming lay on the ground unresponsive, with a sharp dagger stuck in his chest.

Half of the dagger was already in its chest, and the other half looked unusually cold and bright under the light beam.

The blood on the clothes is connected to the liquid on the ground, and they become one color.

Still late!!

Zhang Jiaming is dead, and the murderer has not been caught!

"How's it going?"

Zhang Zhengguo and the others rushed into the room after Ning Qing, because they were covered by the latter's body and couldn't see the situation in the house at the first time, so they asked this question.

Ning Qing shook her head regretfully: "Dead!" ”

"What! Why did he die? Who killed it? Feng Hou and his wife were shocked.

Lin Yu, who came at the end, also hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"I don't know, he was out of breath when I arrived."

Ning Qing withdrew the finger that was probing Zhang Jiaming's neck, began to look through the wound on his chest, and then stretched out his finger to touch the blood on the ground.

"The cause of death should be a dagger stabbed into the heart, and the blood is still very hot, indicating that he has just been murdered."

"Where's the murderer?"

Hearing this, Ning Qing slowly withdrew from the room, stood outside the door and said, "In—in this mansion." ”

"Brother Mu, what do you mean by that?" Zhang Zhengguo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the other party's wary expression.

Ning Qing lifted his trouser legs, took out his self-defense saber from his hiking boots and held it across his chest, and said in a cold tone: "It's not interesting, I just suspect that the murderer is in your group." ”

The words fell thunderingly.

Everyone reflexively distanced themselves from the people around them, forming small groups.

Zhang Zhengguo, Zhang Mei's father and daughter, Feng Hou Keli and his wife, Lin Yu, who is single, and Chu Xiaohe, who is standing in place stupidly.

They were guarding against each other, and they were all guessing who the murderer was in their hearts, but Ning Qing's next sentence made their bodies stiffen.

"I even suspect you're all murderers!" Ning Qing's tone of voice was as cold as ice.

Everyone looked at Ning Qing and said angrily, "What do you mean? Don't spew blood. ”

Ning Qing shook his head silently, his cold gaze was self-evident, he couldn't believe this group of people.

"I came out of the second floor, down the stairs to the hallway, to the lobby, to the hallway, to the house, and I didn't see a single drop of water during the whole process."

"What does the lack of water damage mean? Why should we be suspected of being murderers! Lin Yu looked angry.

"Uncle, how can you doubt me like this!!"

"That's it!" Feng Hou and his wife retorted one after another, and no one wanted to bear the name of the murderer.

Ning Qing ignored everyone's angry eyes and questions, and slowly spoke: "It's a raging storm outside the house now, and there are no water stains inside the house, which means that the murderer didn't come in from outside the house.

It's not the people outside the house, it's the people inside.

But!

Teacher Zhang and I checked all the corners of this house and found no place to hide people.

Since there are no outsiders, the murderer must be in our group. ”

"I don't deny that Brother Mu, your analysis is indeed reasonable, the murderer may really be in our group, but it is impossible for all of us to be murderers."

Zhang Zhengguo shook his head again and again, he agreed and disagreed with Ning Qing's views.

The idea of beating everyone to death with a stick is too extreme.

"In my opinion, the likelihood of your gang committing a crime is far higher than that of a single crime."

"Your ideas are too extreme and one-sided, what good can we do by killing Zhang Jiaming?" Feng Hou asked angrily.

Ning Qing shook his head: "It's not that I'm extreme, but that you have enough motives to kill, and I just figured this out."

I think you've been discussing how to divide up those antiques since I went upstairs.

There are three owners of antiques, Zhang Deman, Yang Fang and their heir Zhang Guangsheng.

The fact that the antiques have not been taken away for 20 years shows that Zhang Guangsheng is likely to have died 20 years ago, as Zhang Jiaming described.

There is no one left in the family of three, and the antique has become ownerless.

And ownerless antiques belong to the Bureau of Cultural Relics under federal law, and it is illegal for you to contaminate them privately!

The premise of taking an antique for oneself is that no outsiders know about it.

It just so happens that Zhang Jiaming is this outsider.

If he is still alive, the whole thing will be revealed under the interrogation of the federal police, and your partition plan will be tantamount to fishing for flowers in the moon mirror.

But

As long as 'these' outsiders are all gone, this wealth will be within reach..."

After Ning Qing finished speaking, he closed his mouth and looked at everyone with a wary expression.

When he stayed in the room before, no matter how much Chu Xiaohe begged, he didn't dare to open the door because he took this into consideration, for fear that this group of people would have bad thoughts about him.

It's just that the possibility that Zhang Jiaming will be killed was ignored at that time.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

A sparse round of applause rang out.

"It's wonderful, but it's just your guess, and it's not actually the truth about Zhang Jiaming's murder. Unless I've had nocturnal wandering since I was a kid and killed people during my night streak! Lin Yu laughed and sneered.

Immediately afterwards, Ke Li on the side also mocked: "Husband, we have slept together for so long, have you noticed that I have a habit of sleepwalking?" ”

"Nope." Feng Hou shook his head, "I don't think I have nocturnal wandering syndrome either." ”

Seeing that Feng Hou and his wife were so cooperative, Lin Yu couldn't help but smile proudly and accuse Ning Qing: "So, you are here!" A faction! Nonsense! ”

"Get out of the way! If you want to watch the door, go and squat at the gate, no one cares about you, but don't stand in the way here! ”

Hearing this, Ning Qing smiled at Lin Yu who was walking towards him.

"If you really want to know whether the dagger inserted in Zhang Jiaming's chest is sharp, or the knife in my hand is sharp, you, just come and try it!"

This smile is like the melting of ice and snow, the spring flowers, warm, sunny, cheerful, and brilliant.

But it made Lin Yu feel cold all over his body, like falling into an ice cellar.