Daming female forensic doctor

Chapter 90
On the day when the inn owner was hacked to death, it happened that He Keli and his men rushed there first, and it was He Jiu who was the culprit.

At this time, both of them were not in the Yamen, so Jian Qing couldn't ask if he wanted to.

There was no record of the guest in Tianzijian in the autopsy report or the investigation records at that time.

This is a big mistake.

But often, it is easy to evaluate a person's work and whether there are any mistakes, but it is difficult to characterize it.It’s hard to say whether it’s due to limited ability or a problem with attitude.

What does your immediate superior think? Do you think this is a mistake? How do you evaluate it and how do you deal with it?
Even if the characterization is fair and a ruling is made, the losses caused by the mistakes may not be recoverable.

At this point, this case is what it is.It was clear that the guest in Tianzijian was very suspicious, but no one noticed it, no one asked about it, and there was not a single word of relevant records.

Jian Qing asked the yamen team leader who went with He Keli to investigate the case, named Qian Yi. According to Qian Yi, He Keli specifically asked the people who lived in the inn one by one and asked them in detail. What, he doesn’t know.

"Then Mr. Qian, how were the legs and feet of the people who lived in Tianzi Fang?"

"It doesn't look bad!" Qian Yi squinted his eyes and recalled for a while, "He was quite rich, and there was a jade pendant hanging on his waist. I heard He Jiu said it was Han jade. You know He Jiu, he said It's Wu Zuo. In fact, his ancestor did the job of robbing tombs. He has some experience and is often invited to look at the palms. He said it was Han jade, so I guess he is right."

"Have you ever talked to him? Is it the Sichuan-Sichuan accent?"

"No, I don't know where it came from."

I asked about the case, but there was no information about his name, place of origin, where he came from, and where he was going.

If Jian Qing hadn't chatted with the inn clerk, she might not have known that there was another person living in Tianzi Room at that time, and this person might be the murderer.

That night, Jian Qing checked into the inn where the boss died.

Seeing that Jian Qing came again, the waiter from the store who had been rewarded by Jian Qing before was very attentive. He hadn't introduced himself to Jian Qing last time, but this time he introduced him solemnly, "My name is Ma San. I'll tell you everything at any time, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Ma San pushed open the door of Tianzijian. He was very curious as to why Jian Qing, who was wearing a torn sheepskin coat, stayed in this dead inn again and again.However, he understands the rules of not asking casual questions about guests.

The Tianzi Room is very large, about 20 square meters. There is a small Eight Immortals table at the entrance. On the table is a set of beige glazed porcelain covered bowls and pots, four round stools, a desk by the window, two high tables at the front and back, and a table on the table. There is a pair of jade pots and spring vases with blue and white lotus patterns, and two handfuls of wintersweet are placed in the vase. A brazier is added in the room to bake the fragrance into a rich and fragrant one.

An eight-leaf four-season wealth standing screen separates the two sides of the room. Behind it is a lacquered canopy bed, covered with brocade quilts and hung with embroidered curtains.

Jian Qing hadn't had dinner yet, so Ma San came in to prepare food for her. When the meal was being set, Jian Qing asked, "Since that guest from Sichuan stayed here, no one has stayed here again." Bar?"

"No!" Ma San moved quickly, "Nowadays, not many people come to this inn, and people are dead, so they say it's bad luck. However, a few days ago, the shopkeeper found someone to do the water and land dojo for three days, and invited him again The monks of Zijin Temple have made a great salvation, please rest assured, sir."

Jian Qing smiled and said, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods. Even if there is a ghost, there is a King Kong to suppress it. Please tell me, who served the guest after he moved in that day?"

"It's also small..."

Jian Qing glanced at him with a stern expression. Ma San trembled all over and suddenly realized that the young guest officer in front of him, although he was dressed in shabby clothes, was generous in his actions, which may not be what people saw. Like, he hurriedly said, "There is another one, please call that person here?"

"Yeah!" Jian Qing was not stingy and rewarded him with a few more dollars, and Ma San left in a hurry.

The waiter who was called by Ma San spoke very little. When Jian Qing asked him, he answered, not suitable for chatting.

"How early or late was it when the guests checked in that night?"

"It's getting very late, around midnight."

"Have you seen more leaks?"

"Yes, I'm used to watching." The waiter lowered his head, never looking up at anyone.

Jian Qing asked, "When did the guest leave?"

"I don't know. When I went to Tianzi Room in the morning, the guest was not there. The rent was paid, and there was still a penny on the table as a reward."

"At that time, after the boss was hacked to death, what did the guests do?"

"After a cup of tea, the guest came out and said he was taking a bath inside. The younger one later went in and brought some water out."

"What color is the water?"

"No color."

"Does it smell like something?"

"No."

"When the guests stayed in the Tianzi Room, apart from carrying water for bathing, did you do anything else?"

"No, oh, by the way, the guest said he was not used to using the toilet, so I asked the younger one to take him to the toilet."

"Then take me there too!" Jian Qing said.

The waiter looked at Jian Qing like a monster, but Jian Qing didn't care and let him go ahead.The waiter had no choice but to wrap up his cotton-padded jacket tightly and lead Jian Qing into the backyard. A gust of north wind swept in. The waiter shrank his neck and pointed to the northeast corner of the wall, "That's right there."

After staying in the north for so long, Jian Qing is no longer afraid of the wind in the south. She went out of the back door, and when the waiter was about to leave, Jian Qing asked, "I heard that the customer is a little lame, right?"

The waiter thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

"Which leg is lame?"

"My left leg is weak."

But the footprints were shallower on the right and deeper on the left, so it was obvious that the lame one was the right leg.Could it be that the murderer is not the same person?Or is it that the footprints against the wall in the dyeing workshop are not those of the murderer?Or maybe the waiter in this shop made a mistake.

But the footprint was very new, and there were no other footprints nearby. The area was also very low, and the water for drying and dyeing cloth was drained there, so no one usually went there.Moreover, at that time, when Jian Qing chased him, the murderer had not been gone for long.

Of course, Jian Qing didn't come here to use the toilet. The toilet had no roof, and there was a wall behind it. After climbing over it, there was a back alley. Jian Qing climbed up, lay on the wall and looked down. It was very narrow, but she still planned to go there and take a look. .

There were two little beggars at the entrance of the alley. Jian Qing walked out of the inn door and gave them some money as he walked around.The two little beggars cheered and ran away, giving up their spot at the entrance of the alley.

The alley is indeed very narrow, with only room for one person to pass through.It was dirty inside, but not much trash.This is an era of poverty and there is not so much garbage to throw away.

Jian Qing came to the wall facing the toilet. The half-stained cloth was very obvious. Jian Qing picked up the cloth, brought it to her nose and smelled it. She could no longer smell the smell of blood, but from the blood stains Judging from the color and fabric, this piece of cloth has been left here for no more than half a month.

It's a pity that there is no DNA testing in this era, otherwise, it would be possible to identify whether the blood stains on it belong to the innkeeper.

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(End of this chapter)