Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

East Suburb Charity Home

Several white ribbons hung in the courtyard, and the stone path was scattered with round paper money with square holes, making a "hissing" sound when walked on.

"Has anyone come to pay their respects?" Qin Huaiyu asked as he walked into the courtyard.

Feng Yunming followed behind.

"Oh, but not the Jia family. As you know, there are many poor people in the town who can't even afford a burial."

They usually choose to hold memorial services at the mortuary, since once the time for their detention is up, the deceased will be thrown into a mass grave, and by then, they might not even be able to find anyone to pay their respects.

It's human nature; when the living can't even survive, how can they care about the dead? It's already quite remarkable that they came to pay their respects.

Qin Huaiyu shook his head and then quickly walked through the door.

Upon entering the room, one is greeted by white sheets and simple wooden beds. From the outlines, it is clear that there are dozens of beds, with not a single empty space.

Even if it means dying in a crowd, do we have to go?

Qin Huaiyu was puzzled, but he didn't dwell on the question too much.

"Go and find the bodies of all sixteen members of the Jia family," Feng Yunming ordered his men.

Upon hearing this, the group quickly went to search for it.

Soon, the dozen or so connected white cloths on the left were lifted.

Seeing this, Qin Huaiyu quickly walked to the first bed nearby.

This is the body of a maid, dressed in a light blue dress. Her skin is not wrinkled, and her features are delicate and refined. It is not hard to tell that she was a beautiful woman.

Because of death, her face was deathly pale, her pupils were wide open, and there were dried bloodstains on the corners of her mouth and chest, making her look somewhat ferocious.

His expression was one of terror, clearly indicating that he had been frightened before his death. There was a small wound on his chest, and its shape and size matched that of the hairpin!

Qin Huaiyu muttered to himself as he started working.

Judging from the extent of the dried bloodstains, the bleeding was substantial, indicating that the wound had pierced the heart and was fatal.

However, this wound...

He widened the tear in the clothes and examined it carefully.

The skin and flesh at the wound site showed a trajectory that shifted to the left.

"That's quite a peculiar habit!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and continued to check other areas.

At first glance, there was nothing unusual about the lower half of the female corpse, but there was some oil stains on her upper body and arms, like oil stains from spilled food.

According to this logic, the maid was carrying food when the culprit knocked it over. The two were very close; if it were me...

Qin Huaiyu's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the woman's hand.

There was a noticeable crack inside the slender index fingernail, and some gray substance remained inside.

Seeing this, Feng Yunming asked:

"Nephew, what is this?"

Qin Huaiyu carefully took it out and examined it.

"It's hemp thread!"

Upon hearing this, the officers present were taken aback.

"Hemp thread? That means it's only found on coarse cloth!"

"That Shiyu is the most beautiful courtesan, so where did this hempen clothes come from? Could it be that the murderer really isn't her?"

"Not necessarily. Perhaps the maid accidentally touched the servant's clothes in front of her, and it was an unintentional incident."

As they discussed it, the group of officers turned their attention to Qin Huaiyu, eagerly awaiting an answer.

Qin Huaiyu frowned slightly but did not answer. He went to examine the next corpse and made comparisons.

The wound was the same, but the hairpin caused the injury to the left side, and it did not leave any special marks.

He then walked to another body...

Time passed quickly in silence, with only the occasional echo of footsteps reverberating in the room.

The officers seemed to be getting impatient, their brows furrowing.

It was practically saying, "Are you even capable? If you can't figure it out, don't waste time!"

However, because the town mayor was present, everyone held back and dared not lash out.

Feng Yunming was also bored out of his mind, but out of trust, he didn't show it.

At this moment, Qin Huaiyu was also having a bit of a headache.

This is the fourteenth body already, and we still haven't found anything. Apart from the identical wounds, the other thirteen bodies have nothing special about them.

The murder was carried out quite smoothly, leaving only such a few traces.

"That shouldn't be the case!"

He shook his head, rubbed his swollen eyes, and then looked at the last two corpses.

Oh my god, I didn't notice earlier, where are those two heads?

Qin Huaiyu was stunned. The two beds in front of him were actually headless corpses.

The flesh and blood in the neck area were just there, the cartilage was of varying lengths, and some even had bits of flesh hanging from it, which looked quite terrifying.

Both corpses also had wounds on their chests; one was obese and wore an embroidered brocade robe, while the other was slightly thinner and wore a satin garment.

He knew at a glance that the first one was Jia Yu.

As for the second one?

Noticing his question, Feng Yunming spoke up:

"Nephew, we have already had someone verify their identities. The other body belongs to the butler. When we arrived at the scene, both of them looked like this. Their heads were smashed, and splattered everywhere."

He frowned as if recalling the scene from that time.

Jia Tieji, you were supposed to be the head of the family, yet you died worse than a servant, without even a complete corpse. What a fitting end!

While thinking to himself, Qin Huaiyu's hands were already busy examining the wound.

The wound on the neck was a normal dark red color after death, and there was blood clots, which clearly indicated that it was a fatal wound.

But on the chest...

He opened his shirt to reveal that only a small portion of the shirt was stained red with blood, and the wound showed no signs of contraction or expansion, nor any clotting.