It's good, how can you hang yourself without an hour's effort?

Lin Zhutou asked about the arrangements in detail along the way, the eldest lady, the second lady and Master He all stayed in their rooms, and those maids and maids were all arranged in the backyard, and no one expected that the second lady would suddenly hang herself.

Fortunately, the little catcher who was guarding outside the door heard the sound of the chair overturning, so he immediately knocked on the door to ask, but no one made a sound when he knocked, so he hurriedly called a few catchers to knock the door open together, and narrowly saved the life of the second lady of He Fu.

When Lin Zhutou arrived, Master He was already standing in the side room of the second lady with a blue face. The eldest lady didn't dare to break in, she was still locked in her room and guarded, and the arrester who was originally guarding Master He saw Lin Zhutou, and hung her head guiltily.

Lin Zhutou patted Xiao Zhukuai's shoulder, and walked in quickly.

Without saying a word, he walked straight to the unconscious second lady on the bed, looked at her neck, took off the second lady's shoes and socks, turned sideways to block the view of outsiders, and carefully checked her ankles.

She frowned and looked back at the cloth on the beams. The cloth silk was also tied into a knot and hung on the sorghum, and when she was about to save people, she should have hugged the lower body of the second lady and dragged her out of the cloth.

He turned around and picked up the overturned chair on the ground, aimed at the position of the cloth silk on his head and placed it directly below, stepped on the chair with one foot, and straightened his body to gesture with the rope of the cloth silk.

"What are you doing?" Feng Yin followed into the room, and when he saw the actions of the pitiful kite, he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms and teach her a good lesson, which was really a girl who didn't let her worry about it at all. He raised his eyes and said faintly: "I can't think of it, but I also want to go with it?" ”

Pian Zheng tilted his head, cautiously probed him, and pointed to Bu Aya's position: "You try, carry me up and see if you can get ......"

Feng Yin squinted his eyes and pondered: "I said, Ruan Chengzuo, you are not afraid of outsiders gossiping now, saying that you have been hit by someone so well that you want to hang yourself, and it is better to find a clean and neat place to hang yourself. ”

Feng Yin naturally understood the meaning of pity as soon as he heard it, and Lin Zhutou was also a person who could react, but these words were some people, and naturally left out some unnecessary connections between men and women.

It's just that there are still some taboos between men and women, so Feng Yin still gave a look to the piano in the end.

You really have to think about it yourself, although I have said all these things, but how ugly others say, how can he control all of them if this mouth grows on other people's faces.

Pity Zheng naturally knows this, so he deliberately came to him, if he is someone else, it will inevitably hurt others, fortunately, this is used to being popular on weekdays, and he shouldn't be afraid of any infamy. I didn't expect to be funny on weekdays, and it was easy to tease her, but when it came to moving the real Ge'er, how did this man grind and chirp.

"It's always your kindness, that's why I invited you to help me." Pity Zheng stared at him with a smile, and the subtext in his heart was naturally that he would hurry down if he gave you the steps, don't kick his nose and face, you will return it endlessly.

Feng Yin was reluctant to look at it, but his body took a step over early, afraid that others would rob him of his poor without opening his eyes.

When it came to this, Feng Yin didn't say anything more, he was only worried about her woman's reputation, if she wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have anything to do with his mother-in-law, so she would turn her face again after a while.

With a force in his hand, the pityan kite just reached the position where the cloth silk could be put into the neck, and he had an idea in his heart. She bowed her head and gestured to Feng Yin, who hurriedly lowered her and landed lightly on the chair.

Pian Zheng stepped on two feet, and only when he looked down did he notice his footprints, but there were no footprints on the chair and stool that Lin Rong overturned at his feet.

Lian Zheng twisted her eyebrows, looked back at Master He, when she only stared at the unconscious second lady on the bed with a blue face, naturally she couldn't take care of her, so she said to Lin Zhutou again: "Lin Zhutou, please ask someone to bring a ladder over, find someone to go up and see if there are many scratches on the cloth on the beam." ”

Lin Zhutou should go down, and then send people to find a wooden ladder.

Seeing something, Feng Yin looked over the porch at the back, and walked over to see a breathable back window, and the double doors were closed, but there were no wooden bolts. He stretched out his hand and pushed it away, glanced up slightly, and then turned back to gesture to the kite.

Sympathetic Zheng understood, coughed a few times, and made a gesture to come to see the second lady, passed the table behind Master He, and walked to Feng Yin's side. He pointed out, but the kiteer was a little short, and he couldn't see it, and he squinted at it.

Feng Yin couldn't help but smile and pointed to the windowsill, "Jumping on your own." ”

Cut.

He turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly being picked up by the waist, she pushed his shoulder in shame, "Hey." ”

Feng Yin smiled ruffianly: "It's so heavy, why don't you hurry up and see, I'll drop you again in a while." ”

This person, Fang Cai is still reluctant, three times and four pushes, this will make the son a hooligan.

She didn't care about the side, she turned her face sideways and leaned over to see, there was indeed half a footprint on the windowsill, and the outside was a lawn, and she couldn't leave the pattern of the soles of her shoes, leaving a shallow gravure mark.

"You can put it down!" After reading it, he hurriedly pushed him to put it down.

As soon as he landed, Lin Zhutou happened to pick up the auxiliary wooden ladder and came in, and said pitifully: "Lin Zhutou, there are footprints on the windowsill." ”

Zhang Zhukuai was holding the back half of the wooden ladder, and the two of them glanced at each other, naturally looking at each other. So, Lin Zhutou went over there, and Zhang Zhukuai continued to climb up with a ladder to see the traces on the beams.

There is dust on the beams, so there are indeed a few obvious traces of scratches around the cloth, but the amplitude is not very large.

Pian Zheng thought, Feng Yin and Lin Zhutou's height is about eight feet, so she can naturally see it, but her height is invisible at a glance, let alone climbing up?

Lin Zhutou frowned: "The pattern of these half footprints is very similar to the footprints on Li Erhu's body......"

Zhang Zhu quickly climbed down from the beam of the house, and briefly explained the traces on it, and Pian Zheng confirmed his thoughts even more.

"The second lady didn't hang herself, she was forcibly picked up and made a hanging gesture." Lian Zheng walked to the side of the second lady, "There are two powder bruises on her neck, it should be that she was strangled and lost her self-defense first, and then hugged it, Xu is the second lady woke up, so the murderer grabbed both sides of her ankle again, causing finger marks, but why was the chair and stool kicked over?." ”

"The second lady is about the same height as you, so she can't reach the ground. If it was kicked over before hanging, it undoubtedly increased the risk of the murderer being discovered, so it was after the hanging that the murderer kicked over the chair and stool. ”

Feng Yin looked at her with a smile for a while, and walked to the position where she picked up the chair: "This position is close to the windowsill, in order to climb up the windowsill, the murderer had to stand up, but in order to avoid attracting attention to the windowsill, he had to try to kick the chair and stool, which required a half-squat on one leg, holding the edge of the stage with both hands, and hooking his toes to kick, which left footprints." ”

Zhang Zhu thought about it quickly, went to look at the overturned chair and stool on the ground, and frowned when he saw it: "Why is there no stool left?" ”

"Where the murderer can see, he will naturally remember to deal with it." Pian Zheng was not surprised, she had just gone to see it.

"Therefore, the second lady did not commit suicide, but was framed!"