Nie Xiaohu walked quickly to the door, looked inside, and saw a woman hanging from the beam, her eyes closed, her face purple, and she looked like she was dead of anger.

"Put her down first!"

Shi Yuning and the others hurriedly put the body down from the rope noose hanging on the beam, and immediately stepped forward to start the autopsy.

"Who is the deceased? Could it be that she is Liao Chunhua? ", Nie Xiaohu thought to himself.

No one else was found in the whole small building, the front door was latched, but the back door was hidden, and there were no signs of a fight in the bedroom where the deceased was, and there was a candlestick on the table in the room, on which stood half a candle, and on the table next to the candlestick was a small pinch of paper ashes left by burning.

In the center of the room was a small square stool with a pair of distinct footprints on the floor in the center of the room, and after comparison, it was determined that the footprints were left by the deceased, who was a young woman, not tall, and measured, the height of the deceased plus the height of the square stool was just the same height as the rope sleeve hanging from the beams of the room.

Nie Xiaohu stared at the rope noose and couldn't help sneering twice.

"This person was killed and then hanged," Nie Xiaohu said with a smile as he looked at Cao Xiaohui.

"How so?" , Cao Xiaohui asked with a slight frown.

"Quite simply, this person is short, and the height of this stool is just the same as the height of the lasso, if the deceased hangs herself, then she must stand on tiptoe to put her head into the lasso."

"So what?" , Cao Xiaohui still didn't understand.

Nie Xiaohu pointed to the wooden stool on the ground, and said with a smile: "If she hangs herself, once her head is stuck in the rope sleeve, the whole person will float up, how can she kick this stool?"

"That's right!" , Cao Xiaohui nodded suddenly in realization.

"In addition, I suspect that she is Liao Chunhua!"

"How did you find out?"

"Look at her bun, there is no hairpin!" , Nie Xiaohu pointed to the deceased who had been laid flat on the bed and said.

After speaking, Nie Xiaohu took out the hairpin used to kill Ji Chuanjun and looked at it.

"It's really possible!" , Cao Xiaohui nodded and said, "If it's really her, then how could she be killed in her bedroom?" ”

"It's very simple, kill people and kill people, pretending to be the illusion that she committed suicide in fear of crime!" , Nie Xiaohu smiled mockingly.

"Well, just now I felt that it was not Liao Chunhua who killed Ji Chuanjun, so now I am even more certain!"

"Oh? Let's talk about it! Nie Xiaohu suddenly became interested.

"Who would kill for ten taels of silver? Even if she can't come up with ten taels of silver, the Ji family reports to the official, and her husband is also accused of stealing, at most he will be imprisoned for a month or two, can he kill for this? ”

"Clever!" , Nie Xiaohu gave a thumbs up.

"Humph!" , Cao Xiaohui gave Nie Xiaohu a smug look.

"My lord, please take a look!" At this time, he handed the corpse grid to Nie Xiaohu's eyes.

"Mr. Wang, tell me, what's the situation?" , Nie Xiaohu took the corpse and didn't look at it.

"It's a little weird," he shook his head gently.

"What's wrong?"

"There is no doubt that the deceased died of suffocation, but she was not hanged, and the deceased's complexion was purple, her eyes were closed, her tongue was pressed against her chin, her bleeding was severe, and her corpse spots appeared earlier and more often, all of which indicate that she was strangled rather than hanged.

I examined her neck and found that there were two other pinching marks under the strangulation marks of the rope, which meant that she had been strangled to death and then hung up. ”

"What about the time of death?"

"An hour ago, about midnight."

Nie Xiaohu nodded, and then said to Cao Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, you arrange for two brothers to wait here, if anyone comes, bring them back immediately!" ”

"Okay", Cao Xiaohui nodded.

"Little stone!"

"Tiger Head!"

"Find a few brothers, transport the two corpses back, and by the way, bring back the silver candlestick that Mrs. Tian said!"

"Understood!"

"It's midnight, I'll talk about it tomorrow!" , Nie Xiaohu waved his hand and walked out.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Nie Xiaohu came to the hall of the fast house, and on the bookcase at the top of the hall, there were Ji Chuanjun's second autopsy results, and a silver-white candlestick, and this result was exactly what Nie Xiaohu wanted to see: a drug was found in Ji Chuanjun's stomach!

Looking at the autopsy results, the corners of Nie Xiaohu's mouth first raised slightly, and then his brows furrowed again.

Just as Nie Xiaohu was frowning and looking at the candlestick, there was a sound of rapid footsteps outside the door.

"Brother Tiger!" , Cao Xiaohui walked in quickly, "This morning, someone entered Liao Chunhua's house, saying that it was Liao Chunhua's husband, named Wei Zhijie. ”

"Did anyone bring it?"

"Brought it, just outside!"

"Bring it in!"

"Villain Wei Zhijie, I've seen an adult!" As soon as a middle-aged man entered the hall, he bowed down and bowed, his eyes were sincerely frightened.

"Excuse me!"

"Thank you, sir!"

The man thanked him, straightened his waist, Nie Xiaohu looked up and down, and saw that this person had clear eyebrows and fair complexion, although he was dressed plainly, he was a talent, a standard beautiful man.

Nie Xiaohu looked at this person, he always felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, although it was the first time he saw this person, he always had the urge to go up and slap him twice, Nie Xiaohu himself felt a little inexplicable.

"You are Liao Chunhua's husband, Wei Zhijie?"

"It's the villain."

"Well, come on, take him to the morgue to identify the body."

"Yes!" , and immediately two catchers took Wei Zhijie to the morgue.

A quarter of an hour later, Wei Zhijie returned to the hall with a sad face, hunched over, drooping his head, and stumbling step by step, as if he had lost his soul.

"Do you know the dead?" , Nie Xiaohu asked.

"I know, it's my lady Liao Chunhua", Wei Zhijie said almost with a crying voice.

"Do you know this hairpin?" , Nie Xiaohu took out the hairpin and handed it over to Wei Zhijie.