"His Royal Highness King Xi, this Boss Hua is so deceitful that he actually detained us here without permission, maybe this murder was planned by Boss Hua alone!" Xu Yuanwai ran downstairs with a gurgle and talked to Nan Yinhong.

Seeing this, everyone also followed Xu Yuanwai downstairs.

Now there is finally a powerful King Xi, which can prove from beginning to end that they have nothing to do with the death of Mr. Zhu, as long as King Xi gives an order, they will be able to keep them away from right and wrong.

"Xu Yuanwai's words are wrong, there is a life case here, and his murder or suicide has not yet been determined, you should indeed stay here and wait for the government to decide." Nan Yinhong took a sip of the teacup, and he said with a smile.

sneered in his heart, these people are really stupid, they were all used by Nan Yinhong but didn't know it, and they were still there to beg Nan Yinhong for mercy, which is really funny.

Standing upstairs without speaking, he watched the movements and performances of everyone on the patio coldly.

"Girl, this ......" Shun Bo stammered, since he was in charge of the storyteller's teahouse, although his performance was very good, but even these few things made her feel very ashamed, "It's my negligence, I'm sorry girl." ”

"Heh, Uncle Shun's words are wrong, the villains have the intention to do it, and we can't prevent it." If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves.

If Nan Yinhong hadn't set his sights on her, everything would have gone smoothly, but Nan Yinhong now wants her to follow him incognito, so that she has caused these disasters.

"Did Mr. Zhu say anything before he went to rest?" Huaxin asked in a low voice.

Shun Bo thought about it again and again, but he really didn't think of anything strange, "Mr. Zhu said that he wanted to improve the script again, so he locked himself in the room, saying that he would call him when the guests arrived, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen." ”

Isn't perfecting the script a reason for him to commit suicide?

"How is Mr. Zhu's family background?" Puzzled, he asked.

Uncle Shun was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied honestly, "Mr. Zhu's family has always been good, but now he has made a lot of money after talking about books, not only in our teahouse, but also in other places, it can be said that now his family is also well-off, his two sons have gone to Xu Yuanwai's private school to study, and plan to go to the imperial examination." ”

"Xu Yuanwai?" Lowered his eyes and looked at Xu Yuanwai, who was fidgeting next to Nan Yinhong, just as Xu Yuanwai looked upstairs, Huaxin pursed his lips and smiled, bowing slightly, "Does this Xu Yuanwai have a grudge against Mr. Zhu?" ”

In this way, Xu Yuanwai's suspicion is very great.

"I haven't heard of it, I think, if there is a grudge, Mr. Zhu probably won't send his son to Xu Yuanwai's private school." Shun Bowu guessed to himself.

What Shun Bo said is not unreasonable, since there is no grudge, if it is really him who killed, it must still have something to do with Nan Yinhong.

Just as he was about to say something, a team of people rushed in at the door of the storyteller's teahouse, and the leader of the team was He Shengfeng, the county magistrate.

Huaxin has no personal relationship with He Shengfeng, and the only connection is Zhu Shen.

Seeing He Shengfeng coming upstairs, Huaxin immediately greeted him, "Master He Mingjian, this Mr. Zhu ......"

"The official has his own decision!" When he interrupted Huaxin, he didn't even glance at her, tilted his head and gave an order to the servant who followed behind him, "Autopsy." ”

Huaxin's legs are a little weak, but after experiencing several lives and deaths, how can a hanged person be hacked to death by a knife!

"Lord He, the incident happened in the Storyteller's Teahouse, and I have no responsibility to spend it, please watch it." Give a deep salute, you can't let these people do whatever they want, in case he kills, but he is destined to commit suicide, then Mr. Zhu will not be blind to death.

He Shengfeng looked at Hua Xin with some surprise, he originally thought that this little girl also had some business skills like a three-legged cat, but he didn't think that there was a murder in his yard, but he could still be so calm and calm, and he was a little hesitant at the moment.

"Yes." Since this girl didn't want to evade responsibility, let her see, anyway, King Xi and he were both at the scene, and she dared to blatantly make trouble.

Huaxin didn't say a word, just respectfully bowed his hand and saluted again, and after expressing his gratitude, he hurriedly followed him into the door.

This big brother in Hanzhou City looks white and clean, but he can be regarded as a talent, and he also has a teenage boy behind him, handing him all kinds of autopsy tools.

"Put him down." The eldest brother ordered to a few men.

After a few men lowered Mr. Zhu's body from the beam and placed it on the ground, the boy beside him had already prepared an iron basin and a jar of secret things.

The eldest brother squatted down and stretched out his hand, the boy opened the mysterious crockpot, and slowly poured the liquid inside on the hand of the eldest brother, and in an instant, a pungent smell lingered in the room.

It's - vinegar!

It turned out to be disinfection, standing aside and staring at his every move, for fear that he would make a move.

Modern servants, that is, forensic doctors, are all fair and selfless, and there are many professional ethics to abide by, but this ancient feudal dynasty must have a lot of selfishness, in case this fair-skinned big brother has been bought by Nan Yinhong, then it is difficult to say whether the result is fair or unjust.

"Sir, dare to ask why there are two cord marks on the neck of this Mr. Zhu's corpse, one is dark purple and is handed over behind the left and right ears, and the lower one is white and handed over to the back of the neck?" Huaxin's questions were word-by-word, and she just looked carefully at the place where she had carefully surveyed, and found the strangeness in it.

The two cord marks on the neck, one at the back of the neck, were obviously strangled by the murderer, so the cord marks were black, and the other was because the body was strangled by a knot when the body was hanging on the beam, at that time Mr. Zhu was already dead, and the blood could not work, so it was white.

The movement of the corpse froze in hesitation, of course he understood what Huaxin meant, but he still concentrated on his work, and did not immediately look up at Huaxin.

He stood up slowly, took the cloth handed by the boy and dried his hands, and then raised his face to meet the gaze cast by Huaxin.

His lips hooked slightly, and he seemed to be very disdainful of being a big brother, "The girl is so knowledgeable at a young age, but I am ashamed." ”

The words are very modest, but the expression is not at all a compliment to the heart of the flower.

Huaxin really didn't want to pursue it, she pretended not to understand the contempt of the pretend, and sighed again and again, "Where does Mr. say it, this Mr. Zhu is telling stories in our store, although the time is not long, but he is the best, everyone loves to listen to Mr. Zhu's storytelling, and Mr. Zhu's talent is the best." ”

At this time, he no longer glanced at Mr. Zhu, but lowered his head to look for something on the ground, and did not forget to ask, "Has anyone come in after the incident?" ”