A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 170 170 Prostitute Case (3)

Yan Zuozuo went up to the second floor and stood behind Yeats. He put on his gloves and waited for her, but when he put on his gloves, muffs, and apron, she still didn't move.

"Ye Pingshi?"

Until now, Yeats had not taken a step into the room. He had been standing at the door looking at the interior of the room. From the messy furniture to the messy bed, nothing was left out.

"Master Yan, do you think anything is strange?"

Yan Wuzuo:......

He was good at autopsy, but he didn't understand the traces at the crime scene and shook his head.

Yeats stretched out his hand, and Xiao Quanzi immediately handed over gloves, muffs, a magnifying glass, and evidence-collecting tweezers.

She handed the magnifying glass to Yan Zuozuo: "Sir, look carefully at the ground."

Yan Zuozuo took the magnifying glass doubtfully and thought to himself, isn't it your strong point to measure the scene?Although I was mentally confused, I still squatted down and looked through the magnifying glass.

After taking two steps, he immediately understood the reason why Yeats never entered the room. "There was not a single footprint."

Yeats nodded.

Yan Zuozuo stood up and said, "The murderer cleaned up the scene before leaving."

Yeats pursed his lips slightly and looked at the deceased on the bed - Yang Die'er, with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, not having any stress reaction to being stabbed in the heart.

On the fourth floor, it was reported that Ye Zhi had been standing at the door but not entering the room. "Sir, the person named Ye has noticed that the place has been cleaned."

Several people looked at each other, and one of them, the sapphire-robed young man, hummed, "As expected."

The young man in black didn't curl up his lips, "This is not a one-time deal. This is her level."

The young man in white squinted his eyes, hid behind the pillars, and looked towards the door on the second floor, "Let's go in now."

The two detectives who had just spoken looked down and saw that they had indeed gone in. The young man in black asked, "When do you think the surname of this case will be solved?"

The young man in white turned around and smiled mysteriously, "It seems that someone hopes that Yeats will solve the case now."

"Then we have to see if she has this ability."

The young man in white looked at him deeply, then turned to look downstairs.

Yeats and Yan Wuzuo entered the room. They immediately came to the deceased's side. Yan Wuzuo first tested the deceased's nails, lips and tongue. "There was no sign of poisoning."

He continued: "There were no injuries on her head or stomach. What killed her was the knife in her heart." He reached out to pull out the knife, but Yeats stopped him.

Yan Wuzuo thought she was going to use a magnifying glass to look at her fingerprints. Unexpectedly, she circled the knife over her heart several times, and did not stop until half a quarter of an hour later. She picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it again. After another half-quarter of an hour, she The magnifying glass was handed to Yan Zuo.

"Sir, look at what's so special about this knife in your heart?"

"Ye Pingshi wants to use the knife to find clues to the murderer?" This is how Yan Zuozuo understood it.

Yeats waved his hand, "No, sir, I'm not asking you to see the knife itself, but to see the force with which the knife stabs, as well as the angle and depth of the knife falling on the heart..."

Yan Zuozuo paused, picked up a magnifying glass and looked carefully, "The heart was stabbed..."

Just as Yan Wuzuo was about to tell the results of the examination, he was interrupted by Yeats, "Sir, after reading this, write the corpse yourself." "..." Yan Zuozuo raised his eyes, puzzled. At any crime scene, He was the one who said that the disciples should memorize corpses. Is there anything wrong with that?

Yeats glanced towards the door.

Yan Zuozuo followed and looked at the door. The door to the private room was tightly blocked by onlookers. If Teng Chong and Zhang Jin hadn't been blocking them tightly, they might have been able to come over and watch them perform the autopsy.

Seeing that Yan Wuzuo didn't understand what he meant, Yeats whispered softly, "In the past, the people who were watching were ordinary people. No matter how they talked, they could not affect the handling of the case in Dali Temple."

But these guys are different. If the murderer is among them, once they understand how they solve the case, they may intervene in Dali Temple to handle the case, and maybe erase the evidence before they can find clues.

Yan Zuozuo finally understood: "Okay."

He stopped talking, but stretched out his hand to show Yeats. If he agreed, Yeats nodded. If he disagreed, Yeats shook his head.

The two of them acted like they were performing a pantomime, causing the young masters who were watching to raise their heads anxiously: "Hey, surnamed Ye, who killed Yang Dieer? What are you doing, silent?"

Zhao Bai had been standing next to Ye Zhi watching how she looked for evidence and how she looked for clues to the murderer through tiny pieces of evidence. But at this moment, she and Yan Zuo were silent.

What Yan Zuozuo didn't understand, he understood instantly. He didn't expect Yeats to be so careful, no, I should say so transparent. Every time he worked with her, there were always surprises. She brought him too many surprises.

The more I spend time with her, the more I find her to be so unique and fascinating.

Just as Yeats and Yan Wu finished inspecting the scene, Pei Shaoqing arrived.

Seeing Pei Shaoqing coming, Teng Chong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward, "Sir, Zhang Jin and I investigated and inquired, but the people in Tianxiang Tower were not cooperative."

The old bustard said "Ouch" and hurriedly stepped forward, "Captain Teng, please don't accuse a good person unjustly. Why don't I cooperate? Didn't I tell you that Tianxiang Tower is open at 10 o'clock in the morning? At [-] o'clock in the morning, the building A special person, Hua Gu, would knock on the girls' rooms, and the girls would open the doors to do business. After knocking on the door in a circle, all the rooms were open, except Die'er's room, so Hua Gu opened the door again. He went to the door of Die'er's room and continued to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, after knocking many times, no one answered.

Hua Gu felt something was wrong, so she asked someone to push the door open. Then she thought, Die'er...my Die'er died on the footboard beside the bed. "

The madam wiped her tearless eyes and howled hypocritically: "Sir, you have to make the decision for me... My butterfly died so miserably..."

Yeats walked to the door of the room and saluted, "My lord——"

"How is it in there?"

Yeats said: "The murderer has strong counter-detection capabilities. He doesn't have any fingerprints or footprints. Even the knife in his heart is still the fruit knife in Miss Die'er's room."

"What is the possible range of the murderer?"

Yeats glanced at the group of young men who were watching, "Maybe they are clients... Maybe they are servants... Maybe they are competitors..."

Teng Chong said angrily, "Sir, I'm going to investigate the prostitutes. The mother of Tianhualou refuses to tell who the client Die'er received last night."

Pei Jingning looked at the madam with slightly narrowed eyes, stern and majestic.

Relying on his identity as the boss, the Madam was timid for a moment, but still raised her chin forcefully, "Master Pei, you are also a distinguished guest who has entered the building, and you know all the rules there. It's not that I am uncooperative, but that the identity of the guest is incompetent. Easy to disclose.”

A distinguished guest in the building?Yeats raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Mr. Pei still has this hobby?

The young man at the door continued to cheer, "Yes... yes... we are all people with status, how could we let you find out so casually?"

Yeats: ...

(End of this chapter)