"Are you sure my mother was harmed? My mother has always been in a bad body, and she has always been gentle, and wherever she offends people, she is always bullied. If there is no conclusive evidence, my father and I must take my mother back for a proper burial. ”

The woman looked young, but she didn't have stage fright at all when she spoke, and she was organized. It's just that the tears are still crumbling on the eyelashes, and people can't help but feel pity when they look at it.

The man nodded again and again, but Zhang Chengzuo was embarrassed, he didn't find any fatal wounds, nor did he find anything strange, but he dissected the body. If the family of the deceased makes a fuss, I am afraid that the scene will be difficult to control.

"Girl, I have proof that your mother was a victim!" After Meng Yuyun saw the silver needle, she fidgeted in the morgue, always worried that the master would not be able to cope with it, so she simply locked the doors and windows and came out to see what was going on.

I saw the master's face embarrassed, and the woman's words fell into her ears.

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and when she looked closely, she saw that it was a child who was a few years younger than herself, and her face was a little ugly. She frowned, and her tone was soft: "Little brother, you can't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Meng Yuyun straightened her back, "Just now when I was combing the corpse's hair, I found a silver needle on the top of her head. ”

The corpse was definitely killed, and the silver needle, pierced so deep that there was no chance of survival for the deceased.

The deceased's name is Liu Rong, she is over 30 years old, the relationship between husband and wife is harmonious, she respects her parents, disciplines her children, and she is an out-and-out good woman in the mouth of the family servants.

The family background is good, the mother's family is a famous tea merchant in the south of the Yangtze River, and the husband's family is a restaurant.

Her husband's name is Lin Qi, and her daughter is over 18 years old and has become an old girl who can't marry in the eyes of everyone. He has a son who is incompetent and a keen gambler.

Their family just moved here last month, thinking about opening two branches in Chang'an, but they didn't want to, except for such a thing.

Lu Shang interrogated all the little servants of the Lin family, but only got such an answer. It's just that when he talked about Luo Qi's daughter, he couldn't help frowning.

This move made Meng Yuyun laugh, half ridiculous and half serious: "Brother Lu Shang, you won't look down on that sister, right?" The appearance is good, but if you want her to be a concubine, grow bigger, and enjoy the blessings of all people, I will never will.

Hearing this, Lu Shang shook his head helplessly, "I only have one flower in my heart, and you don't know it." It's just that Lin Xianran, with a good family background, and his appearance is not bad, it stands to reason that the threshold has been trampled on. It's weird that I haven't gotten married after eighteen years old. ”

"What's strange, the Lin family is not short of money, and it should be necessary to keep their daughter by their side for a few more years." Meng Yuyun didn't think about it so much, and her father was reluctant to marry her sister, so he often talked at home to let Yuhuan stay at home for a few more years.

"Yes," Lu Shang nodded, his gaze fell on Meng Yuyun's body with some hesitation, "Ah Nan, I haven't seen a flower for a long time." ”

There was no news about the whereabouts of Wanhua for a long time, and Meng Yuyun was also uneasy, but because of his own lack of ability, he could only ask Tang Nan to help find it.

Tang Nan wanted to go back for the Chinese New Year, but he hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know if he has the whereabouts of the flowers.

"It's okay, I'll give you back a healthy wife." Meng Yuyun smiled.

Su Xin had a little cough tonight, and was blown cold by the wind, Meng Yuyun grabbed some warm medicine and cooked a pair for her. The juice is thick and smells bitter.

Su Xin lay on the bed, clutching the quilt uneasily. Seeing Meng Yuyun serving him, his eyes couldn't help but redden, and he blamed himself in a low voice: "Su Xin is really useless, and he always affects the young master."

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? I've never treated you like a minion. ”

Meng Yuyun put the medicine on the bedside cabinet and carefully instructed: "The medicine is hot, dry it before drinking, and go to sleep after drinking!" I still have something to do, so I'll go back to my room first. ”

"Well, it's windy at night, so don't get cold." Su Xin nodded obediently, and her little face was a little red under the dim halo.

In the warm and cold season, the moon as thin as a scimitar, scattering a circle of hazy light, Meng Yuyun tightened the clothes on her body, picked up a branch, and wrote and painted on the ground.

With the scent of flowers caressing her hair, she looked serious, and the branches outlined the ground, on which were written several people who Lu Shang had told her during the day that had a close relationship with the deceased.

The deceased was mild-mannered and did not offend anyone.

And the people closest to the deceased were her husband Lin Qi, son Lin Hui, daughter Lin Xianran, and the old lady of the Lin family.

Lin Qi first ruled out suspicion, and everyone said that their husband and wife were affectionate, and the deceased Liu Rong was a good housekeeper and gentle to others, which won the favor of her husband.

The most important thing is that at the time when the deceased was killed, Lin Qi was accompanying the old lady at home, and the old lady fell ill and collapsed on the bed and shouted for her son to accompany her.

This is what the people see with the naked eye.

She also saw Lin Hui today, she looked like a bastard, probably because she had just lost money and was in a bad mood, and she drank a lot of wine, and she smelled of wine. But when I saw the corpse, the crying and screaming didn't look like a fake.

And someone in the casino proved that Lin Hui had an alibi.

As for Lin Xianran......

Meng Yuyun thought that the girl looked soft and weak, and she didn't seem to have the courage and strength to kill, not to mention, she also had an alibi, when she was in a tailor shop, she was choosing fabric patterns with a close friend, and wanted to make a few spring clothes.

The body was cleanly disposed of, leaving no suspicions, save for a deadly silver needle. And the silver needle is the most common embroidery needle, which is available in every household and has no marking.

The case seemed to have reached an impasse all of a sudden, Meng Yuyun squatted under the locust tree, looked at the picture he had sketched, lowered his head and pondered, always feeling that something was not quite right.

How could a woman who is known to everyone be killed in just one month after moving to Chang'an. Why did the murderer have to kill such a woman?

It's not for money, it's not for sex, it's for love?

Meng Yuyun narrowed her eyes, always feeling that something very important had been forgotten by her.

She closed her eyes and tried to recall, the whole case, from beginning to end, went through her mind, faintly, just a little eyebrows, as if she was about to catch that important clue, a gust of cold wind blew her shiver.

"Little minion, you live in a place like this? My third cousin and the Holy Son of Miaojiang are really willing to do it! ”

A childish and arrogant voice drilled into Meng Yuyun's ears, she raised her eyebrows, and quickly turned over the appearance of a person in her mind.

Look up, sure enough.

I saw a little girl sitting on the roof, wearing a pink spring shirt, a snow-white complexion, and a pair of round eyes with a cunning luster, which made Meng Yuyun tremble subconsciously.

She hadn't forgotten how this seemingly innocent and harmless little girl could easily say a few words to decide the fate of a dancing girl.