A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 157 157 The Case of the Concubine (4)

How does it feel like telling a story?

Not only Jiang Botao, the eldest son of Changyuhou Mansion, felt strange, but the curious Nanping County Prince Zhao Qian also felt like he was listening to a book in a teahouse. Only Zhao Bai in the crowd looked at Yeats with bright eyes.

Look, this is the Yeats he knows. She can always turn such tragic murder cases into gripping stories. It always makes people think that she is talking nonsense. In fact, every detail of the crime scene has become her way to solve the case. of evidence.

really……

Yeats changed the subject, "Why do you say the murderer didn't know Mrs. Shi..." She turned to the side of the lighthouse again, pointed at the head of the deceased and said, "When the murderer hit her, he stood beside her and picked up the hammer and smashed it down. , regardless of the consequences, this kind of behavior is completely a manifestation of venting the suppressed emotions in the heart."

She wrapped the hammer she took from Yang Fuquan with a handkerchief and held it up for everyone to see, "There should be the fingerprints left by the murderer on it. When I return to Dali Temple, I will take out the fingerprints and then look for the suspect to compare them one by one." .”

"If ten people have touched this hammer, wouldn't ten people have to be investigated?" Jiang Botao asked.

Yeats nodded, "Yes, that's why Mr. Teng and the others often go through thick and thin to seek justice for the deceased."

When his friends were affected, Jiang Botao gave Teng Chong an apologetic smile.

Teng Chong hugged his fists and expressed his gratitude to his friends for their understanding.

The young man beside Jiang Botao said to Yeats, "But I just want to see Mr. Ye catch the murderer tonight. The idiom of striking while the iron is hot can be used here, right?"

Yeats nodded, "Young Master is right. In addition to the fingerprints on the hammer, this hammer is also an important piece of evidence. The murderer got it from the enclosure downstairs. From this, two questions can be explained:
First, the murderer had no premeditation in killing, otherwise he would have carried the tools of the crime with him. Second, he knew that there was a hammer in the enclosure downstairs, which means that this person was involved...or that he at least knew the manufacturing process of building the Guai Deng Pavilion..."

As soon as Yeats said these words, everyone in the hall suddenly widened their eyes, and some even said, "Then the murderer is either from the Ministry of Rites or the Ministry of Works?"

The Ministry of Rites is one of the official offices in ancient China. All New Year and holiday activities are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, such as the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival, but the specific establishment is the responsibility of the Ministry of Works.

The murderer's gang suddenly narrowed, and everyone's eyes lit up, guessing among themselves who he might be from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Works.

Mr. Shi was also shocked by Yeats's reasoning and murmured to himself, "I am a doctor in the Ministry of Industry. Sometimes I invite my peers and subordinates to my home for dinner. Occasionally, my daughter comes out to help with the banquet. Logically speaking, they You should get to know my little daughter."

Mr. Shi is also an interesting person. Before marrying his first wife, he was childhood sweethearts with his first wife. He could not bear to give birth to an eldest daughter before his first wife came in. In some families, the love for the eldest son and eldest daughter is sometimes beyond your imagination. Degree.

Master Shi was also one of them, so he favored Xie Yun, the third son of Pingbo Mansion, for his beloved concubine's eldest daughter.

Hearing Mr. Shi talking to himself, the young man beside Jiang Botao couldn't help shouting, "Since Mr. Shi thinks he is not from the Ministry of Works, doesn't it mean that the only one left is the Ministry of Rites?"

Jiang Botao said, "Anyone who can come to Qianmen Street in the Imperial City to look at the lights must at least have official status in his family and be in the Ministry of Rites. If he also knows that there is a hammer in the empty enclosure on the first floor, then his official position must not be high and he must have been to the scene. Supervise the small officials in the Ministry of Works to build cabinets."

Yeats smiled slightly and said, "Prince Jiang's analysis is correct."

After being affirmed by the people in Dali Temple, Jiang Botao suddenly realized that he had talked too much and took a step back in embarrassment.

The scope of the murderer had been reduced to such a small area, and the young man next to Jiang Botao also became excited, "Master Ye, does the murderer have any other characteristics?"

"Have."

Everyone listened with great interest, and everyone stared at Yeats with wide, curious eyes, meaning, tell me quickly...speak quickly...

When Pei Jingning saw Yeats who was in complete control of the situation, the corners of his mouth almost turned up invisibly. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the pride would have been evident on his face.

Zhao Qian couldn't help but secretly complain, "It's over, it's over, Pei Ziqian, you're done, you will definitely be a wife slave in the future."

Suddenly thinking about the relationship between the eldest princess and Prince Consort Pei, he suddenly understood that this also had family origins!
Tsk tsk... It’s really not like a family doesn’t want to enter the same house.Yeats continued his criminal profile amidst everyone's expectations: "The murderer is a docile person in ordinary life. He has little sense of presence when getting along with others. His position should not be high. No matter what his superiors ask him to do, he will do his best. Do it well.

However, his superiors did not recognize him and thought that he was just a child of an ordinary official who was messing around. He was probably the legitimate son of a concubine at home. Being able to serve in the Ministry of Rites must have cost a lot of connections in the family, so he always wanted to further improve himself. To repay the family's kindness, but it backfired. After a year, he was still mediocre after all, so he and his wife came to the lantern festival to relax amidst the dissatisfaction of his family. Unexpectedly, they had a quarrel and each went his own way..."

At this point, some people in the crowd couldn't help but cover their mouths.

The people nearby noticed her abnormality and couldn't help but ask: "Ms. Peng, why are you surprised?"

Because of the companion's question, everyone in the hall looked at the young woman.

"I..." the young woman stammered, "an hour or two ago, I met Mrs. Du, whom I met. She was quarreling with her husband. I was too embarrassed to come up and say hello."

Everyone is like a little expert in solving crimes.

"Is she the wife of Du Ji from the Ministry of Rites?"

"Exactly."

"Oh my God, isn't Du Ji from the Ministry of Rites just a small official from the eighth rank? When the Ministry of Works builds a pavilion, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites must have asked him to come and see it in person."

After the man finished shouting, the hall suddenly fell silent again.

Everyone unconsciously looked at the young minister of Dali Temple. The name of the murderer had come out. Is it time to go out and arrest him?

Pei Jingning looked at Yeats.

Yeats nodded.

"What's the motive?" Pei Shaoqing is also very professional now.

Yeats pursed his lips.

Yes, if you don’t know Mrs. Shi, why would you kill this little lady? What’s his intention?
Yeats exhaled, "Because he suddenly wanted to do something casual and wanted to drag the young lady downstairs to the crowd."

Hiss!
Some women even covered their faces.

Just when everyone thought it was incredible, Jiang Botao suddenly realized a problem, "There are people coming and going in Guess Deng Pavilion. As long as the young lady calls out, someone will come forward. No, no, even if the young lady doesn't shout, Guess Deng Pavilion is round." The lanterns on the wall are close to each other, and the lanterns above the head are also densely packed. People turn around to look at the lanterns, and it is easy to turn behind the lighthouse. How can you not see people committing crimes? "

"Good question." No one expected that these three words came from Yeats's mouth.

Jiang Botao frowned and pursed his lips.

Yeats waved to him.

Jiang Botao looked left and right.

The young man next to him blinked at him, what was he afraid of?

Yes, what is he afraid of.

(End of this chapter)