There are six parts of Dali Temple, Yeats is divided into Gyeonggi area, and there is another person who enters Dali Temple with him, that is, the young man he met at the staircase of the bookstore.

Teng Chong whispered to him: "He is the prince of Shunyang County - Zhao Bai, who came to Dali Temple to serve as a director, and it is estimated that he is in charge." ”

Take on a job?

"The grace of the royal family."

Yeats understood.

The other party behaved in a chic and gentle manner, and Yeats had to return the salute, "Lord Zhao is polite." ”

"In the future, we will be colleagues, and please don't be so polite."

You're a member of the royal family, you're welcome? She didn't think it was too long, of course, Yeats could only think about it mentally, and she still agreed very politely and decently," Lord Zhao said. ”

Sure enough, as Teng Chong said, Zhao Bai came to Dali Temple for three days, and there was no one on the fourth day.

With Teng Chong's acquaintance, Yeats was quite smooth in Dali Temple, and quickly got acquainted with the routine process.

A few days later, because there were newcomers joining the dinner, Zhao Bai did not come, and Yeats was afraid that the woman would dress up as a man and worry about whether he would be persuaded to drink a lot, but everyone did not drink much.

At the beginning of the day, a group of people came out of the restaurant, and before they left the lobby, they heard screams from behind the lobby, "Dead man......

"There are dead people......"

……

Frightened, curious...... People were crowded, people pushed people and chaotic, and the supreme governor who came from the dinner, Lu Sizhi, waved his hand, "Let's go, go and see." ”

Teng Zhutou immediately took out the token of Dali Temple, "Get out of the way, the Beijing Department of Dali Temple will handle the case, and the Beijing Department of Dali Temple will handle the case......"

Is that why people don't drink much? The civil servants of Dali Temple are really different from other places.

Lu Sizhi walked through the chaotic place in the lobby and said to his subordinates, "Teng Zhutou, you hurry up and control the crowd, from now on, no one is allowed to enter the restaurant at will, Yan Qizuo hurry up and follow me." ”

The scene of the crime is a medium-sized restaurant, a total of two floors, the scene of the crime is on the path by the latrine, the scene is very bloody, the deceased is a male, in his early twenties, wearing an indigo round-necked brocade robe, and has multiple fatal knife wounds on the chest.

Lu Sizhi and Yan Cheng probed the scene of the crime and the deceased, Yeats remained silent, while checking the surrounding environment, he gently approached Yan Cheng Zuo and watched him examine the deceased's injuries.

"The deceased was heavily drunk, judging from the degree of blood temperature and coagulation, this person had just died less than half an hour, looking at the scars on the knife edge and the shape of the depths, it was suspected that he was a two-finger long-tipped single-edged dagger."

"Teng catches the head, Zhang catches quickly, look for the murder weapon."

"Yes, sir."

"Who found the victim first?"

A young man in the restaurant trembled and took a step forward, "Return...... Back to adults, it's small. ”

"Have you seen the assailant?"

"Back to the adults, the little ones screamed in fright when they saw them, and they didn't pay attention to whether there were people around."

Yeats took a closer look at the latrine and its surroundings, the latrine cover is not big, very particular, in order to cover up the smell of the latrine pickle, the side of the path is planted with fragrant flowers and plants, and a small bamboo forest is planted around, which is very elegant.

The victim leaned on the path, there was no harm to the flowers and plants on the side of the path, there was no trace of trampling, Yeats raised his head, the moon was in the middle of the sky, it was almost June, the moon was down, and the dew was heavy.

Leaving shallow footprints on the path, Yeats lowered his head, went through the footprints of the case-handling officer, and looked at the feet of the deceased.

The staff of the restaurant were all gathered by Lu Sizhi and asked, "Does the shopkeeper know this person?" ”

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he shook his hands and feet, and when he heard the question, he quickly shook his head, "Little ...... The villain doesn't know. ”

Lu Sizhi asked the guy again, "Who has seen it?" Did he have a treat, or did he come to dinner with someone? ”

A guy remembered and said, "Lord Hui, it seems to be a guest listening to the rain on the second floor." ”

Just when people subconsciously looked towards the second floor, the second floor suddenly became dark when it rained, and the lights in the house went out.

"Not good!" Zhao Si ran straight to the second floor.

When the light in the rain was lit again, in the room, a man's corpse was lying around, he was also in his twenties, slightly fat, wearing a bamboo shirt, his chest clothes were cut open, his heart was taken out, and he was miserable.

Lu Sizhi didn't dare to be a little sloppy, "Who served this?" ”

The young man who found the deceased in the latrine stepped forward again trembling and crookedly, "Yes...... It's a small ......" he was so frightened that he knelt directly on the ground, "Adult, it's none of the villain's business, and the villain doesn't know!" ”

"The deceased in the latrine is in a private room with this person?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is there anyone else but the two of them?"

"Back to my lord, there are only two people in the private room."

As a result, one died in the downstairs latrine, and the other died in the upstairs private room.

Yan Yanzuo hurriedly stepped forward to conduct an autopsy: "The modus operandi is similar to that downstairs, and the murder weapon is similar, but the difference with the downstairs is that the deceased's heart was dug out." He leaned in and counted them closely, "Five stabs." ”

"Is the shade the same?"

"Almost." Yan Cheng realized that the voice was wrong after replying, and raised his head.

Yeats smiled embarrassedly, and raised his hands together: "I'll help adults record." ”

The hearts were all taken out, the scene was too bloody, except for Lu Sizhi and a few others in the room, the rest of the people avoided the door and didn't even dare to look. I didn't expect the newcomer to have such courage, Yan Yanzuo appreciated it in his heart, and continued to examine the deceased's injuries with a quiet face.

Lu Sizhi checked the deceased's side from the window, "There are no footprints around the deceased. ”

Yeats followed Lu Sizhi's gaze, and the deceased must have been stabbed many times, and must have splattered a lot of blood, but there were no traces of rubbing on the ground, as in front of the latrine.

Killing people in the air? This kind of thing is only available in fantasy dramas, and in a place like a restaurant, it is unlikely that a long weapon will be used, only the two-fingered long dagger that Yan Yanzuo said.

Those blank spaces that are not splashed with blood must be the murderer's location, what is under the murderer's feet? She was thinking about this on the toilet path just now.

Doormat? Yeats noticed that the mat at the door was still there, could it be that the mat at the door of the other private room was used? Would the murderer do such a hand-to-hand thing? Or had it been premeditated to put an extra mat in the room?

When did Master Pei arrive, Yeats didn't realize it at all, once a case entered her eyes, she was like she had fallen into an evil spirit, the scene was the same as a magnifying glass, and every detail thinner than a hair would be replayed in her mind over and over again until she caught the murderer's breath.

Yeats...... Yeats ......"

Yeats stood at the window, facing the street, and turned his head when he heard someone calling him.

I don't know when, Pei Jingning stood at the door, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Yeats has seen adults." ”

The bloody scene, the strange silence, Yeats realized it later, and looked at everyone, inside and outside the door, full of staring at her.

Is the scene finished? Yeats suddenly realized that this was not modern, and did not wait for her colleagues who were familiar with her to comb through the murderer's crime to make a profile.