This time it was still the son of Guixun who died outside the city, but this time the identity of the deceased nobleman was not ordinary, it was Liang Baolin, the grandson of the Duke of Qi, and the Duke of Qi was the elder brother of the Queen Mother.

The nature of this case is not ordinary, and on the way to the scene, Zhang Jin briefly recounted the case.

Xiao Shizi died on the third watch, two little guys were knocked unconscious in their sleep, the guards patrolled the night, and found that the door of the pavilion where the little guy lived was empty, and he couldn't see it when he pushed the door, so he hurriedly went into the inner bedroom, and Liang Baolin, the little son, was already blood-spattered on the spot, and he was already dead.

Why do you say Xiao Shizi, because Liang Guogong has not passed the title to his son, his son can only be the son, Qi Shizi gave birth to a son, of course he can't inherit it, although he didn't inherit it, people in Beijing call him Xiao Shizi.

The case was reported to Jingzhao Mansion first, and they surveyed the yard, but they found no gains, and found some scratches on the tree poles and fences of the small garden, like traces of thieves passing by.

Yeats used to ask, "Was there any destruction at the scene?" ”

Zhang Jin shook his head, "Brother Teng, they went." "Shuntianfu handed over the case to Dali Temple, and when he handed it over, he knew what was going on just now, and he didn't know anything about the scene.

Due to the special identity of the deceased, the queen mother in the palace ordered Dali Temple to immediately solve the case and catch the murderer, Pei Jingning of Dali Temple personally went down, and took a cadre from Dali Temple to the scene of the crime soon.

Although it is a separate courtyard, the house is extremely luxuriously decorated, but it has become very eerie because the deceased is in a terrible state and blood is everywhere.

The deceased Liang Baolin was half-lying on the round table opposite the bed, and the two small stools on the side of the table were staggering, and blood was splashed on the ground, up and down the table, and on the teacups and vases that fell on the ground.

There were a few people standing at the door of the room, with different expressions, except for Jingzhao Yin Mansion Yin, Yeats had seen it a few times, and the rest didn't know each other, they saw Pei Jingning, only Jingzhao Yin Zheng came up with his hand, "Pei Shaoqing, you are here." ”

Pei Jingning returned the salute, "Lord Zheng ......"

Lord Zheng turned sideways, and Pei Jingning stepped forward, "The younger generation has seen Grandpa Guo." ”

The grandson of the dead in-law, Qi Guogong's sad expression was full of anger, and he didn't give Pei Jingning a good face, "Master Pei, this is the first case, and the court's Yulu will raise some waste?" ”

As soon as it came up, it was angry and reprimanded, and it was really the tone of the old country's uncle.

The crowd on the side held their breath.

Pei Jingning's complexion remained unchanged at all, and he said lightly, "With a population of millions in the capital, Shu Ziqian is not talented, and he really can't afford to train hundreds of people in Dali Temple to solve the case when he sees it. ”

"You ......" Qi Guogong stretched out his hand and was about to poke it up, but was stopped by Lord Jingzhao Yin Zheng on the side, "Grandpa Guo is angry...... Calm your anger, now is not the time to investigate how many cases will not be solved, it is better to quickly find out the murderer of Xiao Shizi. ”

Qi Guogong snorted coldly and threw his sleeves, "If you don't find out the murderer of my grandson, my father will cut you one by one." ”

The crowd in Dali Temple bowed their heads and lowered their ears when they listened.

Pei Jingning turned his head to look at Yeats and the others.

Yeats received his gaze, nodded slightly, turned around, Yang Fuquan immediately took the outfit, Yeats, Yan Qizuo and others wore protective clothing and hand and foot covers in front of Qi Guogong and others, avoiding blood stains and entered the scene.

Qi Guogong looked at the people of Dali Temple with a gloomy face and pretended to enter the scene, his eyes were full of eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was similar to the scene of the last time Pei Fuma's nephew was killed, and Yan Qizuo motioned Yeats to look at the deceased's mouth, and one of his front teeth was missing.

Yan Yanzuo also investigated the pupils and nasal cavity of the deceased, "Qi Shizi died at the third watch last night, he was cut by a dagger and bled to death, and his face was wounded and ......"

Yeats picked up the hands and arms of the deceased and looked at them, "There are traces of resistance, and the deceased had confronted the murderer before he was killed......"

Yan Yanzuo approached the deceased's mouth, "Qi Shizi drank a lot of wine before he died. ”

Yeats pointed to the mark of resistance and said, "So he was drunk and confused, and struggled in a disorderly manner......"

……

After checking the deceased, Yeats took out a magnifying glass and tweezers to look for evidence, and when he was about to collect fingerprints, a middle-aged man pointed at Yeats and said, "Did you find anyone's fingerprints, hurry up and get someone." "Commanding when he stepped forward.

Yeats, who was squatting at the table, was stopped by his roar and looked at Pei Jingning.

"Take care of your case."

"Yes, sir."

Someone supported him, Yeats ignored the other party and continued to use a magnifying glass to look for fingerprints, but the table, stool and other objects were obviously wiped and tried, and no fingerprints were left.

Qi Baolin's father, that is, the prince of Qi Guo, was snorted by Pei Jingning's calm as an old monk, if it weren't for the fact that the Queen Mother is not in charge of real power now, if it weren't for Pei Jingning being a celebrity in front of the saint, he, the son of the uncle, would have Pei Jingning in his eyes.

He flicked his sleeves angrily and left.

Qi Guogong was standing on the other side of the corridor angrily just now, Qi Shizi walked to his father's side and whispered, "Father, the kid surnamed Pei is unreliable, why don't you ask King Han to help us find out who is the murderer in private?" ”

Qi Guogong looked into the house along the corridor, and the people of Dali Temple were wandering in the room, extremely dissatisfied, if Pei Ziqian hadn't been standing, he would have gone up and smoked people a lot.

"Hmm." He snorted.

Hearing his father's relief, Qi Shizi couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "Dare to kill Bao'er, I want them to go to the eighteenth layer of hell one by one." ”

For some reason, Yeats felt a chill in his back, and the tweezers caught a corner of silk cloth, which almost missed the evidence bag, Pei Jingning glanced over and gave a look that he was not afraid of anything.

As if he wasn't afraid, Yeats straightened up, walked to Pei Jingning's side, and whispered, "My lord, Qi Guogong doesn't believe in Dali Temple, will they find the murderer in private?" ”

If you really find the murderer, you are afraid of killing innocents.

Pei Jingning's eyebrows moved, and he quietly moved his gaze to the father and son in the corridor, Qi Guogong's mansion, as a first-class national mansion, and the most honorable uncle of the country, it is not impossible to find the murderer privately.

In half a day, all the evidence that could be found at the scene of the crime was found, and all the evidence that could be used as evidence was collected.

After Teng Chong passed through all the servants in the other courtyard, when he arrived at Yeats, he quietly asked, "Little Brother Ye, has your crime been written out?" ”

Yeats looked at the onlookers, and the leader was the father and son of Qi Guogong, who were looking at her with a tiger's eye, Qi Shizi asked leisurely, "I heard that Lord Ye has investigated the scene and can tell the characteristics of the murderer, Lord Ye, you have also finished the scene, let's talk about it." ”

Yeats's face suddenly switched from cold to smiling mode, and he arched his hand: "Returning to China, the prince, the first scene of this case is not the first person from Dali Temple to arrive, so this opportunity has been lost, and there is nothing that can be done about it." ”

"Opportunity?" Qi Shizi was half suspicious and half puzzled, "You mean that the first person to investigate the case can get the ......" If it weren't for his own son who died, Qi Shizi would be so frightened that he screamed right now, and he endured it at the moment.

In front of the huge door, there were a bunch of people standing, but the pins were dropping, and everyone understood the meaning of Yeats's unfinished words. (End of chapter)