Tang Dynasty detective

501 - Wind Niang
Li Canghai glanced at Zhang Wenyuan, and could not help but narrow his eyes.

According to Zhang Wenyuan's ruthless character, since he knew who the murderer was, he would kill the murderer desperately for revenge.

But judging from the current situation, although Zhang Wenyuan was angry, he seemed to have some scruples about Ueda Takashi.

However, this also made Li Canghai more certain that Ueda Takashi's identity was unusual, and there must be an ulterior secret between him and Zhang Wenyuan.

"Brother Nan, please put down the body of Juzi first, I need to check it." Li Canghai said in a deep voice after thinking for a while.

Conan nodded, casually placed the scroll on the dusty table, and then went to untie the hemp rope that bound the oranges.

The moment Conan put down the scroll, Li Canghai suddenly caught a glimpse of the longitudinal side of the scroll, which was dark yellow.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly took the scroll in his hand and read it over and over again.

Seeing him looking at the scroll, Yu Chengen asked curiously, "Brother Li, where did this come from?"

Li Canghai said deeply: "This was found near the place where Juzi was killed. If I guessed correctly, it was this painting that Takashi Ueda stole from Hongmei's room."

Yu Chengen was a little surprised, he hurried over and said, "Brother Li, how do you know that this painting was the one he stole from Hongmei's room?"

Li Canghai pointed to the side of the scroll, and said, "Look here, the scroll will turn dark yellow with age. And the scrolls on the Hongmei painting case are all new paintings in recent years. I remember that when the crime happened, the painting case There is only one painting in the pile of paintings on the website, which is different from the other paintings when viewed from the direction of the scroll. Brother Cai Nan put down the scroll and changed the angle, and I remembered these, so I decided that Ueda Takashi stole it. This is the painting."

"But I don't understand why he stole this painting? Why did he leave this painting here?" Yu Chengen asked in confusion.

"If you want to know this, I'm afraid you have to ask him." Li Canghai glanced at Ueda Takashi who was still in a coma.

At this time, Conan had already untied the orange's body. He half-embraced the orange's body, and carefully placed it on the ground. He stared at the orange's expression, and suddenly said: "Brother Li, do you think that the orange's expression is a bit strange?" strangeness?"

Hearing what Conan said, several people looked at it one after another.

"Nothing strange?" Yu Chengen scratched his head, he turned to Yu Yanrou and asked, "Sister, do you see anything strange?"

Yu Yanrou frowned slightly, Juzi's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, except for a little blue, there was nothing unusual, so she couldn't help shaking her head.

Li Canghai and Conan looked at each other, and said: "It seems that Brother Nan has also found out. Yes, it is indeed a bit strange."

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Yu Chengen looked at the two in confusion.

Li Canghai didn't answer him, but came to the corpse and examined the corpse carefully.

"The fatal wound was located in the abdomen. The wound was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, about two fingers wide. Judging from the shape and size, the murder weapon should be this single-edged dagger." Li Canghai said.

Conan nodded, frowned and said: "Yes, but this is the strange thing. Generally, when injured by a sharp knife, there will be an expression of pain and unbearable pain, let alone such a serious injury from a knife in the abdomen. Anyone with a serious abdominal injury, They all look in pain, but Juzi looks peaceful, as if he doesn't feel any pain."

After hearing what Conan said, everyone looked at the orange, and found that it was indeed as he said, the orange looked peaceful, and there was no pain.

"How could this be?" Zhang Wenyuan asked with his brows furrowed.

Li Canghai shook his head and said, "This is indeed puzzling, but the most important thing right now is to wake up Takashi Ueda and ask him why he killed someone?"

A flash of anger flashed in Zhang Wenyuan's eyes, he walked up to Ueda Takashi, and said coldly, "How difficult is it to make him wake up?"

As he said that, Zhang Wenyuan ordered someone to get a bucket of ice water. Li Canghai saw his intention, and in order to prevent damage to the scene, he took Ueda Takashi outside the house at Li Canghai's suggestion.

Everyone left the room one after another, but Li Canghai did not go out. While the servant was fetching ice, he observed the scene again.

This is a woman's boudoir. The room has not been cleaned for a long time, and there are cobwebs everywhere.

On the left side of the room, that is, inside the pillars tied with oranges, there is a low table with an incense burner and a dusty Yaoqin on it.

There are two bookshelves on the right side, and there are bamboo slips of poetry on the bookshelves, which are also dusty.

There is a painting table in the middle of the bookshelf. There are many picture scrolls on the painting table and in the painting jar next to it. Although there are many picture scrolls, they are not messy. Even the paint brushes on the painting table are neatly arranged. It can be seen from this that the owner of the room is a meticulous person.

In addition, there were a few faint traces on the white wall behind the painting case that caught his attention.

All the traces are half a foot wide and more than one foot long. Li Canghai picked up the scroll and compared it, and found that the traces on the wall could be covered by the scroll.

Li Canghai's heart moved, and he immediately walked towards the painting table. He picked up the scrolls, and after unfolding them, he found that these paintings were all made by the same person—Feng Niang!
Li Canghai immediately came to his senses, this is Fengniang's room!

Looking at the traces on the wall, he couldn't help frowning. The four paintings hanging on the wall were obviously taken away by someone, and it happened recently.Because if it has been taken off for a long time, such marks will never be left on the wall.

The three murders happened in different places, and the dead died in different ways, but Feng Niang's paintings were found at the scene.And Feng Niang died more than ten years ago, what is going on?

Is someone deliberately using Feng Niang to confuse everyone, or is it all Feng Niang's doing?
The more Li Canghai thought about it, the more he felt a headache. There seemed to be inextricable connections between the three murders, but he couldn't find any clues.

At this moment, there was a scream like a pig being slaughtered outside the house. Hearing the cry, Li Canghai turned the wooden wheels of the wheelchair out of the house.

Outside the house, Zhang Wenyuan was pouring water on Ueda Takashi's body with a wooden bucket. Li Canghai clearly saw that there were fist-sized ice cubes in the poured water.

And Ueda Takashi was lying on the ground soaked in ice water, and let out a shrill scream.

Although it is not yet winter, it is already late autumn. After the rainy days before, the temperature has plummeted. It is really cool to pour a bucket of ice water in this climate.

Ueda Takashi yelled, got up from the ground, pointed at Zhang Wenyuan and shouted: "Zhang Wenyuan, what are you doing? Did you forget to take your medicine, or was your head squeezed by the door? How dare you treat me like this in this weather?" Pour ice water?"

Zhang Wenyuan's face was gloomy. He threw the barrel aside, grabbed Ueda Takashi by the collar, and said through gritted teeth: "Ueda! I treat you as a guest and treat you with respect, but you fucking dare Killed people in my Zhang family, and it was my concubine who killed me! Say, why did you kill them?"

Ueda Takashi was stunned for a moment, he looked at Zhang Wenyuan blankly, and said, "What are you talking about? Who did I kill?"

(End of this chapter)