Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 2: Flaws! The Psychology of Micro-Expressions!
Although she was surprised, she also knew that the focus at this time was not on the original owner's father.

So she continued to ask: "I burn paper for my father, what does it have to do with my cousin?"

Biluo couldn't help wiping away her tears. "Two hours ago, the eldest lady sent someone to invite you over for tea, and you got really mad because you were making the golden corn cakes that the master and mistress loved most when they were alive."

"After you took me there, the young lady took out a box of precious cakes and pastries, saying that the master had someone buy them from Jiangnan. They were perfect to pair with her new rhinoceros lacquer tea set."

"Miss, you are resentful and secretly told me that the eldest lady is deliberately showing off in order to humiliate you."

"Then you told me to go back and get the golden corn cakes you made yourself, and you also sent the eldest lady's maid to the small east kitchen to make snacks."

"Before we left, the maidservant and I heard you arguing with the eldest lady. You even said that the eldest master killed your father for his own selfish interests and was unworthy of being your brother..."

Having said this, Biluo's voice gradually weakened.

Lin Zhiqing noticed that her tone did not fluctuate at all, as if she was reciting something, and he couldn't help but frown.

Not only that, she spoke with one shoulder shaking, her tone was very gentle, and she did not make some common grammatical errors or transition words.

These details indicate that Biluo's words were probably prepared in advance.

She is probably lying!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiqing turned his gaze to Lin Congli.

According to Biluo, the Lin Congli in front of her is her cousin's father, and the original owner's uncle.

The uncle should have called the original owner's father his younger brother. Why did he want to harm his own younger brother? Did he want to seize power?

At this time, Lin Congli's face looked very ugly, and the people around him were also silent about this matter.

Lin Zhiqing knew in her heart that now was not the time to delve into her father's affairs. She withdrew her gaze from Lin Congli and turned to look at Biluo: "Go on!"

Biluo glanced at Lin Zhiqing, then quickly looked away from her. "I went back to the yard to get the golden corn cake. When I got back, the two ladies had stopped arguing."

"The young lady's maid just brought tea and is waiting on the side, and so am I." At this point, she touched her neck:

"We two maids were waiting on the side, but when my young lady invited the eldest young lady to eat the golden corn cake, she asked us two maids to leave..."

Wait? Touch your neck...

Lin Zhiqing noticed her actions and his eyes darkened.

People will unconsciously touch their necks when they lie, which is a classic mechanical reaction in psychology.

Biluo's movements were light and fast, and they flashed by in a flash.

Others may not have noticed this, but Lin Zhiqing had been staring at her closely.

Because of this action, Lin Zhiqing focused his attention on the sentence "The eldest lady's maid just brought tea."

She frowned and thought, what was wrong with this sentence?
Biluo didn't notice Lin Zhiqing's gaze and continued talking to herself, "But...but after waiting for a long time without any sound, the eldest lady's maid and I opened the door and found the two young ladies lying on the ground, unconscious."

"This is what happened." After she finished speaking, she struggled to crawl forward and grabbed the corner of Lin Congli's clothes: "Master, please let me go, I know I was wrong!"

Lin Congli kicked Biluo away, his chest rising and falling slightly. He looked at Lin Zhiqing: "You've heard everything clearly now. What else can you say?"

Of course Lin Zhiqing heard it clearly, but she found a fatal loophole in the whole thing, that is, the original owner and her cousin were the only two people involved, and what happened between the two of them when they were alone was only known to them.

My cousin is now in a coma and has no memory of the original owner.

If she wanted to survive, she could only find the flaw in the maid's words as soon as possible.

My cousin's maid just brought tea...

"Uncle!" Lin Zhiqing's mind moved, his eyes moved, and his voice was clear: "Biluo's words cannot be trusted. I have a few questions I want to ask."

Without waiting for Lin Congli's response, Lin Zhiqing directly asked Biluo, "First of all, when you returned from your cousin's yard to my yard to get the golden corn cake, who did you meet along the way?"

"I... I met Aunt Sun from the east kitchen, and Guard Wang who was guarding the front yard." As Biluo spoke, her eyes subconsciously looked to the lower left.

In the psychology of micro-expressions, when a person is speaking, looking to the left indicates that he is recalling something, while looking to the right indicates that he is telling a lie.

Biluo was obviously recalling something just now. She described the information of these two people so clearly, and it was obvious that she was not afraid of being questioned.

As expected, as soon as Biluo finished speaking, two voices echoed him in the crowd.

"It's my turn to go shopping today. When I met Biluo, she was rushing to the eldest lady's place with a food box in her hand."

"I also met Biluo. Someone handed the young master a visiting card. Biluo asked a few questions and then left."

The two men's tone was very firm.

What a perfect alibi...

Lin Zhiqing no longer insisted on looking for clues from the people he met in Biluo: "Let me ask you again, how long did it take you to go back and forth?"

"About a quarter of an hour." Biluo's eyes subconsciously looked to the lower right as he spoke.

This time, it was obvious that he was lying. A quarter of an hour, that is, 15 minutes...

"Yeah." Lin Zhiqing nodded, not raising any objections for the time being. Instead, he asked another question: "Then why did you come back later than my cousin's maid who went to the east kitchen to make snacks?"

As far as Lin Zhiqing knows, in ancient times, making snacks was a very time-consuming task.

If the distance is the same, it is definitely faster to get pastries than to make snacks.

In particular, the maids have to go to the east kitchen to get the necessary materials, tools, etc., which takes time.

A complete snack takes at least 20 minutes to prepare.

But according to Biluo's words, she was the one who returned to her cousin's yard last.

This means that the 15 minutes Biluo mentioned does not match the time of my cousin’s maid!
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiqing turned to the crowd and asked, "May I ask everyone, how far do you usually walk to the East Kitchen?"

"The East Kitchen is two miles away from the eldest lady's courtyard. The last time I went there to deliver charcoal, it took me a whole incense stick of time to go back and forth!"

Lin Zhiqing narrowed his eyes. One mile is 500 meters, and two miles is one kilometer.

It takes a charcoal delivery person half an hour to go two kilometers round trip, while an ordinary person should only need about twenty minutes.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought came to her mind, someone spoke it out.

"Of course, physical work like delivering charcoal takes a long time, but making snacks only takes two cups of tea."

"Lin Zhiqing's courtyard is only about a mile away from the eldest lady's courtyard. A quarter of an hour is certainly enough, but it's definitely not slower than going to the East Kitchen."

The crowd was talking, and until everyone stared at Biluo with suspicion, she finally raised her voice:
"No! That's not the case. I... I met... met..."

Biluo repeated himself and raised his voice, obviously still lying.

"No need to explain." Lin Zhiqing shook his head. "You just said that you only met two people. Are you contradicting yourself now?"

"No, I just... remembered it wrongly. Yes, I remembered it wrongly!" Biluo looked panicked, but still stared at Lin Zhiqing's eyes.

Lin Zhiqing's face remained calm. She had received countless patients and knew that most people would look into other people's eyes when they lied, because liars needed to rely on their eyes to judge whether the other person believed what they said.

At this time, the crowd watching also noticed that something was wrong.

"Although Lin Zhiqing's life in the Lin family is not as good as other young masters and young ladies, she is still a respectable young lady after all. Why would she do such a treacherous thing?"

"Yes! If she wanted revenge, why didn't she do it earlier?"

"Our Lin family actually has a servant girl who sells out her master for personal gain. Kill her!"

Everyone's tone gradually changed, from the initial hatred for Lin Zhiqing to the current disgust, suspicion and disdain for the maid.

At the same time, Lin Congli's brows were tightly furrowed.

Realizing that most of his suspicion had been cleared, Lin Zhiqing continued to pursue his victory.

She said calmly, "Biluo, you've been by my side for so long, why did you frame me like this?"

Lin Zhiqing's questioning made a layer of fine beads of sweat appear on Biluo's forehead. She kept swallowing her saliva, looking around, and seemed unable to cope.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiqing wanted to ask a few more questions, but Biluo suddenly raised her voice:
"Miss, I really didn't do anything. You made the golden corn cake. You did it!"

Her voice rose, and she seemed to be holding something in her hand. A sad smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "My dear, I'm going first..."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiqing's pupils shrank, and he said sternly to the people around him:
"Stop her!"

As Lin Zhiqing's voice rang out, Biluo raised his hand with some sharp weapon in his hand and slashed towards his neck.

At the critical moment, a baby-faced man in black tights flashed forward and kicked her wrist.

Biluo felt pain, her wrist loosened, and a sharp stone fell out of her hand.

The baby-faced man frowned, kicked the stone farther away, and immediately removed her jaw.

The people around were shocked by this sudden change and cried out in surprise.

But Lin Congli, who was at the head of the group, had a cold expression on his face and didn't even blink.

Lin Zhiqing reacted quickly and realized that even if he didn't shout out, Biluo might not die today.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard Lin Congli's calm voice:

"Come here, take Biluo away and keep her under strict guard. No one is allowed to approach without my order!"

Hearing Lin Congli's words, the baby-faced man stepped aside, and soon someone came forward and dragged Biluo away.

Lin Zhiqing looked at Biluo's back and felt a little relieved:

"Uncle, at this point, do you still think I poisoned my cousin?"