Looking at the man with an uncertain gaze, Ling Lan's words changed: "Then start with the people in those alleys, and focus on the crime scene, including the subordinates of the Lin Mansion, I think the murderer appeared in that vicinity more than once before committing the crime." ”

Saying that, she suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised her eyes to look over: "By the way, did you find any footprints in the location of the bronze mirror fragment?" ”

was thinking about her words, and Mo Ziyu was stunned for a moment before shaking his head, indicating no.

Both of them fell silent for a while, Ling Lan leaned back in her chair lazily, doubts gradually sprung up in her heart, in fact, there are not many clues left by this case, but there are no ones that can be extended at present, which is a bit strange.

After a while, a rush of footsteps came from far to near, and Ye Fengren's voice came before he arrived, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"My lord, Miss Ling, someone from the Lin Mansion came over and said that something happened to Lord Lin."

Lin Qingjiang?

Ling Lan's thoughts were disconnected for a moment.

Mo Ziyu stood up for the first time, and strode out without even asking.

That's right, according to Ye Feng's reaction, he wouldn't know the specific situation if he asked, and Ling Lan followed behind him after realizing it.

Lin Mansion, completely opposite to the peaceful faction in the afternoon, the subordinates hurriedly panicked, some fell on the ground and even rolled and climbed, looking at everyone's reaction, Ling Lan faintly had a guess in her heart.

Lin Qingjiang's bedroom is different from the golden study, it is simple and elegant, it is completely two extremes, of course, Ling Lan doesn't have much attention to observe the surroundings, at this time she can't take her eyes off the person hanging not far away, although she can only see the back, she can still tell that it is Lin Qingjiang.

This is a good person in the afternoon, why did he hang himself in the evening?

"What are you doing? Put people down. Mo Ziyu scolded angrily.

The people in the house were indeed not good, and when they found out that Lord Lin hanged himself, they didn't save people at the first time, but they all fled in the wilderness.

The guards did things quickly, and Lin Qingjiang soon lay flat on the ground, his face was blue, his eyes were round, there were bleeding spots under the conjunctiva, the tip of his tongue was half exposed, and his breath was completely gone.

"My lord, I found a suicide note here." The guards report.

It was confirmed that the suicide note left on the table was consistent with Lin Qingjiang, and the content on it was even more shocking, and it also proved that he hanged himself.

Mo Ziyu clutched the corner of the suicide note tightly, because of too much force, the distinct bone joints were white, the wind and clouds under his eyes were surging, and the low air pressure lingered all over his body.

Standing on the side and silently checking the suicide note left by Lin Qingjiang, there are only a few words, although there are learning the words here during this time, it is a pity that I still can't recognize all the words, which probably means that Zhou Ru was killed by him, because of impulsiveness, remorse and to no avail, I can only pay for my life with death...

Is Lin Qingjiang really the murderer of Zhou Ru?

Regarding this issue, Ling Lan asked Mo Ziyu before, that is, she still regarded Lin Qingjiang as a suspect, but Mo Ziyu was unusually sure that Lin Qingjiang was not the murderer, did not explain the reason, and said that the murderer was someone else.

The result at this time is really a slap in the face.

Finally, Mo Ziyu folded the suicide note in half several times and put it into his arms, and said coldly: "Seal all the front and back doors and not allow you to enter or exit, and call everyone in the mansion to gather outside." ”

The guards were ordered to do it immediately.

Ling Lan reassured herself a little and knew that it was time for her to do something, turned around and squatted down next to Lin Qingjiang's corpse, took the gloves handed over by Ye Feng and began the autopsy.

Starting from the strangulation marks on her neck, Ling Lan quickly noticed that there was a subtle mark that was not very obvious at a little below the bruising traces, she motioned to Ye Feng to find some alcohol, and by the way, called Mo Ziyu over...

Apply alcohol to the inconspicuous marks, and after a while, you can see that the marks are a little clearer, and they are indeed indentations.

After further investigation, it was found that the stool placed under Lin Qingjiang's body was very clean, and there were no footprints on the smooth bench surface, and soon Mo Ziyu jumped on the roof to check the location of the hanging rope, and found a deep ditch with debris.

The people outside had all arrived, and several people in the house also came to the conclusion that Lin Qingjiang was not hanged, but killed, and the suicide note on the table was naturally forged.

However, it is not a simple matter to be able to write the same handwriting as Lord Lin.

There were many white lanterns lit up outside the door, and in the dark night, the lanterns glowed with a miserable white light, which was a bit seeping whether you looked at it up close or from a distance.

"My lord, the housekeeper said that there are a total of twelve people in the mansion here." The guards report.

Mo Ziyu's dark eyes swept over the twelve people: "The housekeeper comes in first, the others are waiting in place, and no one is allowed to leave without my order." ”

Everyone responded in fear, and despite the trembling of timid legs, they still stood still and did not dare to move.

The guards and Ye Feng left with Lin Qingjiang's corpse, and the housekeeper stood aside and watched in a daze, his face flushing unnaturally pale.

The housekeeper was about fifty years old, his temples were slightly white, and his body was only about one meter six and slightly fat, and under Mo Ziyu's gaze, fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his hands were unnaturally clasped together, nervous and helpless.

"What's your name?" Mo Ziyu spoke, her voice cold with a hint of chill.

"Zhao, Zhao Liang." The butler replied with a promise.

Mo Ziyu stood tall, his sharp eyes hovering over him: "Tell me what happened before Lord Lin's accident?" ”

Zhao Liang barely hesitated, speaking quickly and logically.

"In the afternoon, after you left, our master looked very angry, and he didn't come out of the study for a long time, and he didn't eat a few bites in the evening, so he said that he was not feeling well and went back to the room to rest.

Because our lord has always said that his heart hurts recently, and sometimes he sweats profusely and his breathing is not smooth, but his lord refuses, and he goes back to the room to rest with an ugly face.

After about an hour, the little one came to check with confidence, first knocked on the door and there was no response, and pushed the door in without worry, no, I didn't expect it, I found that our master hanged himself, so scared that I immediately went out to call someone, and let people notify you. ”

After listening quietly, Mo Ziyu questioned: "When you saw Lord Lin hanging himself, why didn't you save people in the first place?" ”

Hearing this obscure sentence, Zhao Liang's legs shook and knelt on the ground: "Lord Mo, it's not that you don't want to save us, you really don't dare to destroy the scene!"

At that time, our adults hung upright, and at first glance it was dead for a long time, no matter what the small one did, it was useless, in order to protect the scene and let you find out more clues, the small one also forbade others to approach, just waiting for you to come. ”

"In this way, do you think that Lord Lin did not commit suicide, but was killed by someone?" Mo Ziyu's eyes were half-narrowed, meaning deeply.

Zhao Liang wanted to speak and stopped, because at present, Lin Qingjiang committed suicide in fear of crime, after all, the suicide note is available, and it is very clear.