Everyone didn't know why, and some people still wanted to speak, so they heard Fang Shubing speak: "You can talk about it." ”

Tang Lin said to the male student in front of him who had just sneered at him: "You said that the fabric was torn from my clothes, you can tear another piece now, remember, you can't tear it from one side, but tear it off with your fingers." ”

"Tear it, tear it, you can still say that the black is white, and you can't ......" The male student sneered and moved his hand, and before he finished speaking, the whole person froze, and the others were the same, all looking at the piece of fabric that he had come down, or rather, the fabric that had not been torn off.

The man had great strength, and instantly pulled out a few finger holes in the fabric, and pulled it suddenly, but instead of tearing off a piece of fabric, it was "broken silk", and with force again, the fabric was torn off, but the edges were not neat, and all the frizzy silk threads.

It's very different from the piece of cloth that is used as evidence.

The edges of the cloth as evidence are not as neat as those cut by scissors, but they are not as frizzy as they are, and they still look very regular.

Everyone was still a little stunned, but a flash of appreciation flashed in Fang Shubing's eyes, Tang Lin's reaction was indeed very fast, he had been dealing with these fabrics since he was a child, and he saw that something was wrong very early, and he didn't open his mouth to see if Tang Lin could find out by himself.

She didn't let herself down.

"Why, how can this be?" The male trainees were a little unresponsive.

Tang Lin opened his mouth and said: "This dress is the weaving method of skein, if you don't use scissors or tear along the lines, then it must be the silk threads that are pulled, if it is really Fang Li that I killed, do you think I will let her cut off a piece with scissors or wait for her to slowly find the texture and tear off a piece?" ”

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Tang Lin continued: "Moreover, you also saw it when you tore it just now, so that if you clasp the torn cloth with your fingers, it will leave traces of your fingers, and your nails also have silk threads, but you can see that there are blood stains and stains in the nails of Fang Li's hand, but there are no silk threads left!" ”

Sure enough, some people looked over, and some boldly walked in to take a look, and nodded: "She's right, there is really no silk thread in the nails." ”

"You are quibbling, even if you don't, it can't prove that you didn't kill it!" Situ Yu'er spoke again, "How can anyone who kills admit that he is a murderer!" ”

Tang Lin sneered: "But it's not as stupid as that murderer to kill someone, and deliberately left evidence pointing to himself, right?" Fang Li was obviously killed before she stuffed this piece of fabric into her hand! ”

Everyone thought about it, if Tang Lin killed him, it would be impossible to be stupid enough to stuff a piece of cloth on his skirt into the hands of the deceased, right? Someone must have killed someone and wanted to frame him!

"Oh my God, doesn't that mean that murderers are still among us?" Some people reacted, everyone became nervous again, and some people automatically kept their distance from others.

Tang Lin glanced at Situ Yu'er, only to see that she was also staring at herself, with a little unwillingness and resentment in her eyes.

I felt even more frightened in my heart, and Situ Yu'er didn't know how to practice this hard-hearted heart, and it seemed that she didn't care about a human life at all, and it seemed that she was a pity to take it out by herself.

So the other party said: "Young master, I think this matter should be reported to the official." If the real murderer is not found, everyone will not be at ease. ”

This time, everyone hurriedly complied, and Fang Shubing also nodded: "Guanyan, you go ......"

"Shubing, if this kind of thing happens, the Fang family doesn't look good on the face, so it's better to investigate it yourself." Hearing the report, Situ Yu'er hurriedly spoke.

Fang Shubing shook his head: "If you find the murderer, how can you damage the face of the Fang family, look at the inkstone, and report to the official." ”

"Wait!" Guan Yan was about to go, but Mrs. Fang brought someone in, looked at Fang Li's corpse, and sighed: "Why can't this girl think of committing suicide?" ”