Zhen Shicheng and Jiang seemed to walk back one after the other.

The crowd suddenly became quieter.

Chaoyun's quietness was different from others, and there was a feeling of lifelessness.

Zhen Shicheng didn't see any emotion on his face, and asked calmly: "Chaoyun, did you find anything abnormal when you burned paper in the courtyard this morning?" ”

Chaoyun bowed his head and was silent.

Yongchangbo was furious, raised his foot and kicked towards Chaoyun.

"Uncle, don't be impulsive!" Zhen Shicheng hurriedly stood in front of Yongchangbo.

Seeing this, Yongchangbo hurriedly withdrew his foot, but in the end he still swept Zhen Shicheng a little.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard in pain, and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, it is really unwise for you to hurt Chaoyun before the water comes out!" ”

Yongchangbo was so angry that his eyes turned black: "Lord Zhen, look at her like this!" If he hadn't killed his wife, why would he not say a word? Is there anyone in the world who is indifferent to the charge of murder on his back? Unless that person is the murderer! “

"Uncle is wrong." Zhen Shicheng shook his head and glanced at Chaoyun deeply.

The woman in her thirties had gray hair mixed with gray and white, and her eyes were dull, like an oil lamp about to burn out, lifeless.

"What's wrong?"

Zhen Shicheng sighed lightly: "There are many situations, there will be people who are indifferent to the charge of murder, such as he wants to protect the murderer, for example, he is already dead and doesn't care about anything......"

Chaoyun didn't react when she heard "I want to protect the murderer", but when she heard "my heart is like ashes", her eyes blinked and she burst into tears.

Xu opened the emotional valve, Chaoyun didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, and the suppressed silent cry quickly turned into a high cry, and the cry made people's scalps tingle.

Yongchangbo wanted to say something, but Zhen Shicheng shook his head to stop him.

A group of people just watched Chaoyun cry quietly.

And Jiang seemed to quietly walk past a person when everyone's attention was attracted by Chaoyun, trying his best to find the murderer from the crowd.

If it weren't for the big girl Qiulu who committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake, or if it wasn't for the long-term depression of Tongfang Chaoyun, who was that cunning murderer?

After a long time, Chaoyun's crying gradually stopped.

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Ru, who was hidden in the crowd, shook his head lightly at him.

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart, and secretly said that Chaoyun would cry for a longer time.

Chaoyun, who was crying and red-eyed, didn't know what this seemingly unfathomable adult was thinking, and Mu Ran wiped his tears.

"Chaoyun, can you tell me now if there was anything unusual when you burned the paper this morning?" Zhen Shicheng asked patiently.

When questioning the case, he was extremely patient regardless of the identity of the other party.

This time, Chaoyun finally shook his head and said softly, "No." ”

Zhen Shicheng was overjoyed.

Chaoyun's willingness to open his mouth to cooperate is undoubtedly beneficial to solving the case.

The murderer buried the bloody clothes in the place where Chaoyun burned the paper, except for Yongchangbo and his wife, Chaoyun may be the closest person to the murderer.

"Chaoyun, if you think about it carefully, you may not see anything, even if it is an abnormal sound." Zhen Shicheng reminded.

Chaoyun raised his eyes and looked at Zhen Shicheng, and actually smiled: "Don't adults think that the cheap maid is a murderer?" ”

That smile smacks of mockery.

Zhen Shicheng is not confused in doing things, and he is not stupid when dealing with people, he immediately glanced at Yongchang Uncle when he heard this, and said in his heart that the usefulness of this uncle is really messy.

At this time, it is natural not to add fuel to the fire, lest Chaoyun retract into that shell.

"This official is an outsider, only looking at evidence and suspicions, you are insiders, and it is normal for people to be swayed by feelings."

Chaoyun was stunned, and couldn't help but look at Yongchangbo.

Yongchangbo was silent, feeling Zhen Shicheng's words.

He is generous to the two of them on weekdays, and his food and clothing are better than those of other aunts, and even their parents and family have arranged good errands, which can be regarded as an explanation for them and him.

He just didn't give them affection, and this was made clear when he picked people back then, and he didn't force anyone.

But when one of them became his wife's murderer, that generosity was not enough for him to remain calm with her.

If he hadn't asked the people of Shuntianfu to intervene and find out the clues that Chaoyun had killed his wife, he might not be able to control and kill this woman.

Zhen Shicheng's words also brought a lot of touch to Chaoyun.

She retracted her gaze, touched her skinny hand, and said in a low voice: "The entered the house after burning the paper, and just lay down when I heard a noise in the yard, and after a while I pushed open the window to see, there was nothing in the yard." ”

"How long did it take from the time you heard it until you opened the window?"

"About half a cup of tea."

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help frowning.

If the murderer had quietly entered the West Cross Courtyard to bury the bloody clothes after Chaoyun entered the house, half a cup of tea would not have been enough for her to hide the bloody clothes and leave.

"Do you remember the exact time you entered the house?"

"It's just past the beginning of the year."

Zhen Shicheng walked to the West Cross Courtyard with his back hand, and stood at the door of the Moon Cave and looked at the place where Chaoyun burned paper.

Just after the beginning of Mao, the sky was not yet bright at that time, could Chaoyun not see clearly?

If the murderer quickly leaned down after making a move, Chaoyun looked out from the house, and probably didn't notice someone lying there, so naturally he couldn't see anything.

Zhen Shicheng suddenly thought of something, strode back and asked Chaoyun, "Did you hear any sound when you burned the paper?" ”

Chaoyun shook his head: "No." ”

At that time, she was immersed in the pain of missing her unborn child, and she didn't pay attention to the movements around her at all.

"So, did you cry at the time?"

Zhen Shicheng's question has made many people look sideways.

Everyone knows that Chaoyun's temperament has changed greatly because of the loss of children, why is this old man still chasing after him, what is the importance of crying when burning paper?

"Crying." Chaoyun pursed his lips, and the hand hanging by his side was slightly folded.

On this day every year, she will re-experience what it means to have a broken liver and intestines, and she can't help but die.

How can she not cry, it is the child she has been looking forward to for many years, and it is the joy and reliance of the rest of her life.

"Crying?" Zhen Shicheng asked again.

Chaoyun bit his lip vigorously and nodded.

Zhen Shicheng sighed softly, probably figuring out why the murderer slipped into the West Cross Courtyard to bury the bloody clothes.

The murderer left the main courtyard after committing the crime, and nine times out of ten he heard Chaoyun's cry and saw the scene of her burning paper, so the murderer decided to blame Chaoyun at that moment.

Jiang seemed to quietly walk to Zhen Shicheng's side, coughed lightly, and shook his head slightly when he saw Zhen Shicheng looking over.

Zhen Shicheng's eyebrows furrowed.

Didn't find it?

"Uncle, are all the people in the back house in the courtyard?"

When Yongchangbo heard Zhen Shicheng ask, he couldn't help but look at the steward.

The steward hurriedly said, "It's all here." ”

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang seemed to look at each other, and they were both a little surprised.

Could it be that something is wrong with their thinking?