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

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If one piece of evidence is questionable, but new evidence emerges, what happens when the two are combined?

Even the slowest officers on the scene understood.

"Damn it, this is a deliberate frame-up! They really don't take us officers seriously!"

"This person is despicable. Who did Miss Shiyu offend that they want to ruin her?"

"Who knows? After all, she's a courtesan who sells her art but not her body, so she's offended a lot of people. Luckily, we didn't make a wrongful conviction. This time, we're really grateful to Young Master Qin."

As they spoke, the group of constables looked at Qin Huaiyu with a newfound respect in their eyes.

Seeing his subordinates' attitude, Feng Yunming couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

You heartless bastards! I've given you plenty of benefits.

And that kid, I've treated you very well, is this how you repay your uncle?

Hey, where's that kid?

As he spoke, he turned his head in confusion to look around.

Qin Huaiyu had somehow already run to a nearby wooden bed.

What do you mean? Are you addicted to performing autopsies?

Feng Yunming was speechless and said:

"Nephew, you've crossed the line. That corpse doesn't belong to the Jia family."

Qin Huaiyu had no time to pay attention to him at this moment, his eyes filled with surprise as he stared at that face.

Rough skin, large and thick lips, a flat nose, and panda eyes.

This was none other than the coachman he and Shen Wan'er had met the previous morning.

"How did this person get here? How did he die?" he hurriedly asked the group of police officers.

Upon hearing this, the group quickly gathered around.

"Oh, him? He's the town's night soil collector, I think his name is Li Er. Those white silk ribbons and paper money outside are what his elderly mother made to commemorate him," a constable stepped forward and said.

"When did this person die?"

"I don't know the specifics either, but when I brought the Jia family's body this morning, the guard at the mortuary mentioned that they seemed to have drowned in a river in the suburbs early in the morning," the officer said.

Drowning?

Qin Huaiyu looked at the driver's face. Although there were some wrinkles, they were not obvious. There was no foam or sticky substance in his mouth and nose. What the hell does this have to do with drowning?

"Nephew, is there a problem with this night-scented toilet treatment?"

Feng Yunming frowned. Could it be such a coincidence?

"It's not clear yet."

As he spoke, Qin Huaiyu lifted the white cloth, and the next moment, the corpse was revealed to everyone.

He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, a very ordinary and even somewhat shabby outfit. On the surface, there were no wounds and not a trace of blood.

"It looks fine!" Feng Yunming said, puzzled.

"Just because the surface looks fine doesn't mean there's a problem inside."

As Qin Huaiyu spoke, he lifted the body and then pulled off its clothes.

However, when the upper body was only halfway up the corpse and exposed, a scarlet handprint on the back of the body caught everyone's attention.

"This is!" Everyone was shocked.

Feng Yunming frowned.

"It was done by a cultivator, and judging from the hand seals... it was his left hand."

"He died from internal organ rupture caused by the shockwave!"

Qin Huaiyu looked at the clear five-finger mark and his face turned solemn.

"How could it be such a coincidence? And it's the left hand. Could it be the same person who killed the Jia family? But why would they kill a night soil worker?" a policeman asked.

"That's right. A night soil worker is the lowest of the low. They have no money or power, so who would pay attention to them? Even if they die, no one would investigate the cause of their death, let alone the fact that it was a cultivator who did it."

The only possibility is that he messed with someone he shouldn't have!

Qin Huaiyu's eyes flashed with coldness. He had already thought of the old night watchman. It seemed that his feeling at the time was right. That old guy was no good, and it was very likely that he was the man in black robes.

"Uncle Feng, where does that elderly night watchman in town live?"

"You mean Old He, the new guy? He lives in that alley on the south side of town; that area is basically abandoned!"

Feng Yunming was a little confused. "Nephew, what does this have to do with him?"

"I witnessed the deceased arguing with the old night watchman yesterday morning!"

Qin Huaiyu's face darkened, and he said:

"If I'm not mistaken, he's the one who killed the night soil worker, and it's very likely he also killed the Jia family members!"

"The night watchman, the hempen clothes, the hemp thread under the maid's fingernails—it matches!" The constable beside him exclaimed in astonishment.

"What are you waiting for? Arrest them!"

Feng Yunming shouted, and a group of people immediately ran outside.

........

Black Stone Alley

The deserted streets were exceptionally desolate, surrounded by signs of decay. Behind the weathered and rotten gates lay desolate courtyards, with only a few houses remaining intact.

The breeze that had been blowing in turned cold and biting.

"Tap, tap..."

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

"Everyone be careful, it should be just ahead!" Feng Yunming whispered a warning.

Uh, if you're a thief, why would anyone be this careful?

Just as Qin Huaiyu was about to make a sarcastic remark, a constable looked around cautiously and said:

"This is Black Stone Alley, right? How did we get here?"

"How dare that night watchman live here? Isn't he afraid of dying?"