"My Xiao family moved from the capital to this remote place back then, and they have already lost, why do these people still have to kill them so much, even my young nephew."

Xiao Yichen muttered to himself sadly and painfully, and his words also made Liu Zifeng on the side feel helpless.

"When I left the capital that day, my father went to the palace and took the initiative to hand in the talisman, but His Majesty was unwilling to take it back."

"Now, why does King Jin want to be so ruthless and use such a vicious evil art."

Just when Xiao Yichen was full of distraction, Su Qingtian was busy groping in his sleeves, and after a while, he took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on Wang Mang's spirit, and a black whirlpool appeared after squatting under his feet, which was the passage to the underworld.

Wang Mang's spirit began to twist and hover in Su Qingtian's eyes, and was finally sucked into the passage and disappeared.

Until the moment the spirit disappeared, the originally cold room immediately regained several layers of warmth, and the dim environment was also put into a little sunlight, which no longer seemed so stuffy.

Su Qingtian turned around and saw that the black qi on his little uncle's body had aggravated a lot due to his sad mentality, and shook his head helplessly.

stepped forward, one hand gently patted Xiao Yichen's back, and at the same time dispersed the gathered black gas, and the other hand was still busy taking out the scallion pancake and eating it.

Xiao Yichen, who was shrouded in sadness and anger, suddenly felt depressed the moment Su Qingtian touched him, and when he looked up, he saw that his oily little mouth was bulging, and his mood immediately improved.

I'm still an adult, and I want a child every day to worry about my truth.

Xiao Yichen cheered up, gently touched the little niece's head, and told her comfortingly that he was okay.

"Uncle Xiao is fine, Xiao Qingtian don't worry."

It shouldn't be a long time here, he turned his head to look at Liu Zifeng and said, "Lord Liu, since I now know that this murder has nothing to do with my Xiao family, can I leave with Qing Tian?" ”

Liu Zifeng was in a dilemma, he invited Xiao Yichen to clear the suspicion of the Xiao family at the beginning, but now the case has entered the theory of ghosts and gods, as a county order, how can he explain to the people.

Turning his head to look at the corpse on the ground, and then looking at the wooden card in his hand, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked Su Qingtian.

"Little girl, according to you, the blood on the wall, including the blood books on the roof, is Wang Mang's own? How does a person manage to shed so much blood and still be able to climb to a high place to write? ”

"This case is really weird, and the official doesn't know how to close the case."

Hearing this, Su Qingtian's eyes lit up instantly.

This Liu County Commander is still a bit of a wise root, and he grasped the key point of the case at once.

"Lord Liu has now determined that the corpse is Wang Mang's, right?" Su Qingtian didn't give an answer immediately, but asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Liu Zifeng nodded, "This can be recognized by Wang Mang's daughter-in-law, neighbors and servants." ”

"Okay."

Su Qingtian walked to the corpse, pointed to this not thin body and said, "Since you think that he is Wang Mang, then at the same time, you also believe that he is the butcher who sells pork to remind Kui to be strong, and now he finds out that he is the king of Jin, and if you want to take advantage of the night when no one throws the wooden card into the Xiao Mansion, you also need some effort." ”

"If it was really him, the murderer wanted to kill a person of Wang Mang's size and strength, there would definitely be traces of all kinds of fights left in the room, but you can see if the surroundings are too normal."

Liu Zifeng was touched by this little and instantly began to look around.

The scene of the crime remained unchanged after the officials arrived, and even if someone tried to restore the room to its original appearance before the officials arrived, it would be impossible to hide all traces of the fight.

When two adult men are fighting, it is inevitable that the furniture will be damaged and bumped, and who will replace it with a batch of new objects that are exactly the same in such a short time.

"As for the blood stains on the wall, whether they are pig blood or human blood, I believe they can be clearly identified by doing so."

Su Qingtian didn't care that Liu Zifeng was busy thinking about the previous question in his mind, and directly raised the second question.

"If it is human blood, is there anyone else besides Wang Mang's own blood? The handwriting is his blood, but not necessarily. ”

"If it's not just his blood, does it mean that there are new murders that haven't been discovered yet, right, Lord Liu?"

Speaking of this, Su Qingtian glanced at Liu Zifeng meaningfully.

Now Liu Zifeng's head, which only knows how to read, can't turn around, and the clues given by the little girl are a little complicated, and only confirmed that the corpse was not examined in that place.

"The most critical."

Su Qingtian didn't want this adult to be hurt by this strange case, so she simply threw out the last doubt.

"Why did Wang Mang's wife come back from her mother's house today so coincidentally? Aren't you curious, my lord? ”

These doubts and Su Qingtian's rhetorical questions made Liu Zifeng a little incredulous, how could he have such a clear mind about judging the case when he was just a weak and young girl in front of him.

"Xiao Qingtian, do you mean that Wang Mang was actually killed by Wang Liu's clan?"

After only what happened last night, Xiao Yichen recognized the theory of ghosts and gods, and at the same time understood that his seemingly well-behaved little niece had abilities that were different from ordinary people.

He immediately understood the point of his little niece's words, and wondered, "Isn't this the same cursed murder as last night?" But artificial? ”

Now Liu Zifeng was puzzled again, why Xiao Yichen, a former little general who had experienced the battlefield, would believe what a five-year-old baby said.

He rubbed his temples with a headache, he has known the little boy for so many years, but he is not a person who listens to superstition!

Su Qingtian walked around the room, and then pointed to a place on the wall with a portrait of the God of Wealth.

"The key thing is behind that picture."

Liu Zifeng can't close the case now, he has to believe it, and he has to try if he doesn't believe it.

To be safe, he summoned two trappers from the courtyard and asked them to tear apart the painting of the God of Wealth on the wall, only to see a black charm pasted on the wall.

"Your Excellency."

Wang Zhutou carefully took off the talisman and brought it to Liu Zifeng.

There is no difference between the black talisman and the yellow talisman, except that the red characters on it are not written in cinnabar, but in human blood.

"Bring Wang Liu's family over for questioning!"

Liu Zifeng gave an order with a cold face, and strange items appeared one after another in this small room, which made his patience drop to freezing point.

If he still had doubts about the little girl of the Xiao family before, he had already been instructed to find out the hidden items again and again, and he had completely dispelled his distrust of her.

It seems that this little man of the Xiao family does have some psychic skills.

Thinking about it, his thoughts made Liu Zifeng's eyes turn to Xiao Yichen, and seeing Xiao Yichen looking at Su Qingtian with loving eyes made him more and more convinced of his judgment.