Zhen Shicheng slowly glanced at everyone, the words were clear, like thunder falling on everyone's ears: "The murderer must still be among these people in the hall." ”

Immediately there was a commotion in the hall.

"Who killed King Anjun?"

"I can't think of it. I just clinked glasses and drank with King Anjun, why did it get dark for a while, and the people were gone? ”

"Zhen Shicheng said that the murderer is in the palace, if you can kill people while it is dark, the people who are close to King Anjun are the most convenient, right?"

What do you mean by that? Is it possible to think that King Anjun was killed by this king? The angry voice was King Kangjun, who had just been frightened and panicked.

"Oh, don't be careful, isn't this a common sense inference......"

"That can't be extrapolated to this king!"

……

"That's enough, shut up!" Emperor Jingming roared angrily.

finally looked forward to the winter solstice, and he still wanted to go out of the palace to let go of the bad luck of the year, who would want to die again!

Dead again......

Thinking about it like this, Emperor Jingming was a little desperate.

He can already imagine that if he wants to find another opportunity to go out in the future, those imperial histories will have something to say.

"Zhen Aiqing, you go on."

Zhen Shicheng arched his hand at Emperor Jingming: "First of all, please ask the emperor to send someone to guard the entrance of the main hall and don't let anyone out." ”

Emperor Jingming nodded and immediately gave Pan Hai a look.

Pan Hai understood, stepped aside and began to arrange the corresponding matters, and soon several guards guarded the doorways leading to the apse and the outside of the main hall.

Zhen Shicheng walked around the corpse of King Anjun and finally stopped.

Everyone stared at his every move, and Emperor Jingming's roar just now was shocking, and no one dared to make a sound.

For a while, the needles in the hall could be heard, and there was a chilling silence.

Zhen Shicheng cleared his throat and asked, "When it was dark in the hall, was anyone bumped into, or noticed that someone was walking by?" ”

After a moment of silence, someone said, "I don't know who stepped on me just now." ”

The person next to him said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I stepped on it." ”

Zhen Shicheng glanced at the two who were talking, and silently withdrew his gaze.

It was the Ministry of Industry that was trampled on, and it was the Ministry of Rites who stepped on the person, both of whom were old men who had half of their bodies in the ground, and it would be a little more difficult to go around several tables in the dark and kill King Anjun.

Another human: "At that time, I was toasting, and suddenly it was dark in front of me, and I didn't know who hit me, and the wine spilled all over me." ”

One person hurriedly said: "Master Zhang, I didn't mean to hit you." The hall suddenly darkened, and I was a little panicked, and I wanted to return to my seat, but I didn't know who I bumped into, and poured half of my sleeve wine. ”

He raised his sleeves as he spoke: "Everyone, you smell it, it's still full of alcohol." ”

The person next to him sniffed, and sure enough, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

A few people mentioned small bumps, but when they asked carefully, there was nothing unusual.

The eyes of everyone looking at Zhen Shicheng became subtle.

It's so hard to get things done, I didn't ask anything. Zhen Shicheng is afraid that he will live up to the emperor's trust this time.

For Zhen Shicheng, who has no foundation from a poor family, many people are a little unaccustomed to it.

To be more precise, it is precisely because Emperor Jingming favors Zhen Shicheng that Zhen Shicheng does not give anyone face, and some people are becoming more and more unpleasant. To put it bluntly, it is actually envy, jealousy and hatred.

Jiang Ancheng, who was sitting in the corner, was quite worried about Zhen Shicheng's situation.

Brother Zhen seems to be in trouble.

While worried, he was also a little glad: he was a little regretful that his daughter and son-in-law didn't come, but now it seems that it's too good that he didn't come.

That time I was drinking with Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen inadvertently said something that seemed to be in love with the murder, and he almost rolled up his sleeves and beat Brother Zhen.

Hmph, Brother Zhen has nothing to say this time.

Zhen Shicheng's face was still calm, and when the silence in the hall regained quiet, he said loudly: "Just now, the hall suddenly lost sight, and no one noticed the murderer, but a few things are certain. ”

The crowd listened with bated breath as he continued.

"First of all, King Kangjun, who is closest to King Anjun, is not a murderer."

As soon as these words came out, everyone began to whisper.

King Kangjun was so moved that he almost cried, so he almost rushed over to hug Zhen Shicheng.

"Lord Zhen, you are really discerning, if anyone dares to question your ability to solve cases in the future, this king will be the first to scold him!"

Everyone looked at the sky silently.

King Kangjun's reason for judging Zhen Shicheng's clear understanding is true......

Emperor Jingming couldn't help but ask, "Zhen Aiqing, how do you conclude that the murderer is not King Kangjun?" ”

Zhen Shicheng said to King Kangjun: "Please turn around." ”

Although King Kangjun was confused, Zhen Shicheng said that he was either a murderer or a good person, so he was naturally very cooperative.

Emperor Jingming stared at King Kangjun's back, waiting for Zhen Shicheng to explain.

"Your Majesty, please see, there are some blood stains behind the prince's back, most of which are dripping down in the form of needles, which shows that King Anjun was spurted with blood when he was stabbed and splashed blood." Zhen Shicheng spoke slowly, and explained slowly, "The prince turned his back on King Anjun at that time, how could he kill him?" ”

Someone whispered, "Could it be that the blood spurted out after turning around?" ”

King Kangjun glanced at the man, and secretly wrote down his name on the little black account.

Zhen Shicheng categorically denied: "No, the murderer immediately pulled out the knife after stabbing the heart of King Anjun with a dagger, and the blood will definitely spurt out at the moment of drawing the knife." At that time, the murderer should be standing beside King Anjun, and part of the blood spurted out will be splashed on King Kangjun's back. ”

Zhen Shicheng used a handkerchief to pick up the dagger that fell next to the corpse of King Anjun.

Everyone looked at the tip of the reddened dagger and couldn't help but shudder.

Although it was winter now, the hall was as warm as spring, and they had already taken off their coats, and now they were thin, and they suddenly felt cold.

"Why did the murderer draw a knife? If you don't draw the knife, won't the blood spurt out? A curious minister asked.

Zhen Shicheng smiled coldly: "This is exactly what I want to say next." ”

Everyone immediately put away many speculations and waited for Zhen Shicheng to continue.

"Even if the murderer stood on one side and avoided a large amount of blood splatters, there was still a possibility that blood would be splashed on his body, so why did he choose to draw the knife immediately?"

As Zhen Shicheng asked, some generals had already understood.

Someone muttered: "In order to keep King Anjun without a chance to struggle......"

Zhen Shicheng immediately answered: "Yes, it is to reduce the struggle of King Anjun." If a knife is drawn in the mouth of the person, it will not die instantly, and it will often struggle violently, which will not only alarm others, but also the deceased may also scratch the murderer. The killer didn't want to see this happen, so he immediately drew his knife despite the blood splattering. Coupled with the chaos of the scene after the darkness, the process of killing people can be done without being aware of ghosts. ”

Zhen Shicheng said, slowly sweeping over everyone: "From this, we can infer one point: the murderer has experience in killing. ”