Both of them came to the study together. Because the government had searched it earlier, it looked very messy, and many books and picture scrolls were thrown on the ground at random, inevitably stained with the blood of the deceased.

Zhuo Ran felt a little distressed when he saw it, because he knew that in these paintings and calligraphy, there were many authentic works of famous artists. These are all mountains of gold that can be seen with the naked eye!

But at the moment, it is more important to investigate the case, and these things outside the body, it is better to wait for yourself to clear your grievances, and then come to be sentimental.

Zhuo Ran bypassed the desk, that is, the wooden window behind the desk was supported by a pole. Sure enough, just above the window edge, half a dark red footprint was found.

Strangely, this footprint was different from the other footprints in the room, and it had obvious patterns on it.

"After my deduce, this must be where the murderer escaped!"

Zuo Qingfeng said with some pride. Zhuo Ran listened, and gave him another roll of the eyes. At the moment, many clues are connected, and even a pig can guess who left this footprint.

Ignoring Zuo Qingfeng, Zhuo Ran leaned over directly, this burlap gloves were a little inconvenient and a little stiff. So Zhuo Ran simply took off his gloves and took out the filth in the footprints with his hands.

After rubbing it gently, it broke apart, and Zhuo Ran hurriedly caught it with another gloved hand.

Through the contrast of the white linen, it was actually sand stained red with blood. After the refraction of the sun, it reflects a little bit of crystal, and it is obvious that the sand is rich in metallic minerals.

"Is this river sand?"

Zhuo Ran frowned.

"Give me a piece of paper." Zhuo Ran said to Zuo Qingfeng.

Zuo Qingfeng did not hesitate, just handed a piece of paper to Zhuo Ran's hand. Zhuo Ran scraped off a little of the sediment entrained in the footprints along the window, and then picked up the paper and wrapped it.

"Could it be that the murderer invaded the waterway and brought it into your room after sticking to the river sand?"

There is nothing wrong with Zuo Qingfeng's speculation. But Zhuoran listened to Zuo Qingfeng's speculation, and he had a little headache. The case seemed far less simple than he had thought.

"There are no river beaches in Los Angeles County, and although there is a small river running through it, the banks of the river are just ordinary mud and gravel. The origin of this river sand is a bit difficult to understand. ”

Zhuo Ran searched for the memories of this body, indeed, Los Angeles is close to the upper reaches of the mountains and forests, and this river sand can only be so finely broken after the river has been polished for an unknown number of years, and they can only be washed ashore downstream.

Zhuo Ran rubbed his messy hair, among the fox friends he made, there were no outsiders? And this river sand is obviously not a product of this county, so who is the murderer?

looked at the blood footprints again, and Zhuo Ran was a little helpless. thought that there had been some progress in the case, but this thing that should not have appeared broke all his cognition of the case.

But the clue is not interrupted, and there are faint patterns in this footprint, which is also a very important piece of information. But the edge of the window is not wide, and the footprints are only on the tiptoes, which is not complete.

"Let's go outside and have a look."

Zhuo Ran greeted and threw the wrapped river sand into Zuo Qingfeng's arms.

Zuo Qingfeng couldn't keep up with Zhuo Ran's rhythm at the moment, Zhuo Ran's seemingly chaotic investigation method could accurately connect the clues in the case. He didn't know why, so he was a little confused.

Zuo Qingfeng hurriedly caught the paper bag, seeing that Zhuo Ran was about to go away, Zuo Qingfeng hurriedly picked up his things and followed.

Now that the sun has set a lot in the west, the two people who walked out of the door couldn't help but squint. If you are in a dim environment for a long time, you will suddenly come into contact with bright light.

Zhuo Ran raised his hand to cover it, but he suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart, Zhuo Ran covered his chest, this felt very special, like the kind of panic like going to a restaurant to eat, but forgetting to bring his mobile phone and wallet.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zuo Qingfeng found that Zhuo Ran was standing motionless under the sun, which was a little strange.

Zhuo Ran, who was pulled back to his thoughts, waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Looking outside the courtyard, there were quite a few officers and soldiers and family members.

No longer entangled in this strange feeling, Zhuo Ran came to the right side of the room with Zuo Qingfeng, and the window of the study was opened here.

Before they could get closer, they saw a series of shoe prints that stretched from the window to the courtyard wall, and then disappeared.

Zhuo Ran leaned down and observed. In the spring, the humidity in Los Angeles County is very heavy at night, and the soil becomes soft. Thanks to this, the murderer's shoe prints are very clear, and the patterns are also very clear.

"Do you know what kind of shoe this is?"

Zhuo Ran was a little puzzled, he didn't know anything about the shoes of the Tang Dynasty. And it is impossible for the eldest young master Wang Zhuoran to know this common sense about the types of shoes.

Zuo Qingfeng heard the question, but immediately answered.

"This is the footprint of straw sandals, you see this inverted eight-character text, it is a pattern made of rope."

Zuo Qingfeng is finally a little angry here, since the beginning of the investigation, this Wang Zhuoran has always been very keen, and basically beat him, Zuo Qingfeng from Dali Temple. Now it's okay, finally there is something that I know but Zhuo Ran doesn't know.

Looking at Zuo Qingfeng, who was smiling a little silly inexplicably, Zhuo Ran felt that this guy should have something wrong with his brain.

"Now that you know, let's draw this shoe print and other big ones!"

Zhuo Ran got up, and now he has carefully investigated the interior and outside, and it seems that there is only so much physical evidence that can be extracted from the crime scene.

Zuo Qingfeng made a bitter face, "Why me again?" Can't you remember it yourself? ”

Sure enough, even a good-tempered person like Zuo Qingfeng began to be reluctant when he was called too much.

Zhuo Ran smiled, raised the shackles in his hand, and signaled that he couldn't hold a pen and paper like this.

Ignoring Zuo Qingfeng anymore, Zhuo Ran just ordered Wang Ran at the gate of the courtyard and asked him to get a chair over.

Since the murderer came from outside this wall, there must have been traces left by the murderer outside the wall.

Taking the chair, Zhuo Ran walked to the wall. Wang Zhuoran in this life is just seventeen years old, but he is as tall as he is in later generations, with a figure of 177. Sure enough, children who are rich are easy to grow taller.

The chair is about 60 centimeters high, and after adding his own height, he can barely stick his head out of the wall.

Outside the wall was covered with all kinds of unnamed weeds, and the weeds looked outside, a few feet away, was the small river.

"Brother Qingfeng?"

"Uhhh What's wrong with it? ”

Zuo Qingfeng was still squatting and copying shoe prints. The work at hand was not finished yet, but he was stopped by Zhuo Ran.

"You send a few soldiers to take a look outside this courtyard, and maybe you can find some traces of the murderer's passing."

"Okay, Brother Zhuo Ran."

Listening to Zuo Qingfeng's reluctant words, Zhuo Ran couldn't help but snicker.

At this moment, there was a tingling pain in the wrist and ankle, and Zhuo Ran rolled up his sleeves to take a look, only to see that the skin under the shackles had been worn out at some point. I was too involved in the investigation, and now I am relaxed, and the pain is transmitted to my mind through the nerves.