Zu An did not hide it and directly raised this question to Tang Tian'er.
Tang Tian'er shook his head slightly: "I do know the murderer of the seventh gold medalist, but please forgive me for not telling you. I can only say that it was not our Xiaoyao Tower."
Zu An remained silent as his mind quickly combined various information from this period of time, and he vaguely understood something.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Tang Tian'er couldn't help but worry: "Are you blaming me now?"
Zu An shook his head when he heard this: "I am very grateful that you can tell me so much, so how can I blame you?"
"Really?" Tang Tian'er was a little confused, "You don't blame me?"
"Of course it's true. If you were another person, you would never tell him so much. It's too late for me to thank you, so how can I blame you?" Zu An smiled, "You are in Xiaoyao Tower, so you must have your own problems.
Concern, if you can admit this frankly, I would be ignorant if you continue to pester me."
"As long as I can help you," the smile reappeared on Tang Tian'er's face, "It's hard for you to come here once. I will take you to relax in Xiaoyao Building and let you feel what true Xiaoyao means."
"I still have things to deal with, let's wait for another day." Zu An declined.
Tang Tian'er didn't force her to stay: "I will treat you well after you finish handling this matter."
Zu An nodded slightly, said goodbye to her, returned to Yicheng, and summoned Xiao Jianren, Zhang Zitong and other silver medal embroidered clothes to the meeting hall.
"Master Eleven, have you found anything useful?" Zhang Zitong asked with concern. His tall figure really stood out among the crowd of silver medal embroidered clothes, adding a bit of brightness to the originally solemn meeting hall.
"There is indeed
Not a small gain." Zu An replied.
Xiao Jianren was secretly admiring Zhang Zitong's long legs. Hearing this, he was shocked: "I hope you can give me some advice!"
Although the emperor issued a three-day ultimatum to the Eleventh Lord, he, a direct subordinate of the Eleventh Lord, would not be able to escape if anything happened.
The other embroidered cloth messengers also looked at Zu An with burning eyes.
Zu An glanced around and said slowly: "We have made a mistake all along. The smuggling of military supplies by King Yan to cultivate a private army is one case, and the murder of the seventh gold medalist is another case. We subconsciously confused these two cases.
That’s why the error occurred.”
Zhang Zitong couldn't help but raised objections: "The Eleventh Lord and the Seventh Lord have been investigating the rebellion of King Yan. King Yan has long hated him to the bone and wants to get rid of him. You won't hear Zhao Huang and others shouting injustice.
, plus there was trouble today... just believe them, right?"
Xiao Jianren looked solemn and immediately said: "Miss Zhang, what you said is wrong. We, the Eleventh Party, have never been the kind of people who are afraid of getting into trouble. He must have a reason for saying this."
Zu An nodded secretly, it seems that this old boy has not been dazzled by beauty yet.
Zhang Zitong was a little dissatisfied: "Anyway, King Yan has the best motive and the ability, and there are both personal and material evidence. I don't think there is any problem."
"Ignoring the physical evidence, the witness you are talking about should be Mr. Huo, but has Mr. Huo ever admitted that he killed Gold Medal No. 7?" Zu An asked.
"Of course he won't admit this kind of thing. We who handle cases often encounter people who have clearly committed a crime and still feel that they have been wronged." Zhang Zitong did not take it seriously.
"none
Well, I've already sent someone to pick him up, I'll just ask again later." Zu An smiled,
The several silver medal embroidered men in the room looked solemn. They had been handling cases all year round and smelled something unusual, but they couldn't tell what the problem was.
At this moment, a messenger in embroidered clothes suddenly came running in panic and reported: "Master Eleven, Mr. Huo is dead!"
"Dead?" The expressions of many silver medal embroidered clothes in the room changed.
"How did you die?" Zu An looked calm, as if he had expected it.
"It seems to be a suicide." The embroidered messenger replied. Professional case investigators like them basically have some working skills, so they can roughly determine the cause of death.
Xiao Jianren couldn't help frowning and said: "Something is wrong. That Mr. Huo doesn't seem to be such a courageous person."
"They must have been silenced." Zu An said slowly.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the room was shocked.
"Kill him?" Zhang Zitong asked doubtfully, "He is locked up in the Xiuyi Prison. Who has the ability to silence him?"
The other silver medal embroidered clothes also echoed:
"Yes, could it be that he knew that he was going to die, so he just wanted to get over it and be happy?"
"I've tortured him a lot during this period. He's mentally weak and it's normal that he can't bear it."
…
Listening to the exchanges between these people, Zu An said calmly: "Your premise is that he is indeed the murderer of No. 7 Gold Medal, but if he is not that? After practicing to this level, will he be willing to die?"
Hearing what he said, everyone changed their expressions. If they were really silenced, then there might be something wrong within the Embroidered Clothes Messenger. Everyone, look at me.
When I looked at you, I was secretly on guard.
At this time, Zu An said: "Actually, the reason why we preconceptionally believed that King Yan and Mr. Huo were the murderers of the seventh gold medal was because someone was leading us to think so, overtly or covertly."
Xiao Jianren was stunned: "That's not right, no one guided us, we found these ourselves..."
Halfway through, he suddenly froze, and then looked at Zhang Zitong beside him with a change of expression.
The other silver medalists also looked at her. Being a silver medal embroiderer means that they are the best in handling cases in the embroidery system. Apart from their cultivation, the gap between them and the gold medal embroiderers is actually not that big.
We are all smart people. We didn't notice it before, but now that we were reminded, we immediately realized that the person who first mentioned Mr. Huo seemed to be Zhang Zitong.
Zhang Zitong's expression became extremely exciting in an instant, and he looked at Zu An angrily: "You doubt me?"
The anger value from Zhang Zitong is +111+111+111...
At this time, Xiao Jianren couldn't help but said: "Did the Eleventh Master have some misunderstanding? The Seventh Master has been so kind to Miss Zhang, how could she do such a thing?"
The silver medal embroidered clothes nearby also nodded.
Zu An did not explain, but looked directly at Zhang Zitong: "At first you mentioned Prince Yan's Mansion and Mr. Huo intentionally or unintentionally, and then you deliberately broke into Prince Yan's Mansion, completely pitting us against Prince Yan's Mansion."
"Every time our investigation reaches a deadlock or goes to other places in the future, you will intentionally lead us back to King Yan."
The others, Silver Medal Xiuyi, were shocked. Recalling all the events during this period, Zhang Zitong did have similar behavior.
But at that time, everyone just thought that she was very angry and eager to take revenge because of the death of Gold Medal No. 7, so no one had any doubts.
At this time, Zhang Zitong took a deep breath: "Master Eleven, I admired you before, but you are so disappointing today. We Embroidered Clothes Envoys need evidence when handling cases, and I will be judged based on these."
Sin is too far-fetched."
"Of course there is evidence," Zu An sighed, "In fact, you have been hiding it well all along. Unfortunately, you were too anxious to punish King Yan later. You could even investigate the details in the secret room of the study of King Yan's Mansion.
Everything is clear. You even know the weight of the last account book exactly. You made a substitute to avoid triggering the mechanism. After thinking about it, you must have taken the account book before, so you know this.
Clear."
Zhang Zitong's face changed: "I have said before that as long as someone is involved in something, there will be clues. I only found out after investigating some craftsmen who participated in the construction of the secret room."
"Oh, I sent someone to check after the craftsmen you investigated. They did participate in the construction of Prince Yan's Mansion, but they only participated in the construction of the periphery of the study and knew nothing about the secret room inside. How could you learn from it?
What information did they get from their mouths?" Zu An looked at her coldly.
"I..." A look of panic finally appeared on Zhang Zitong's face, "There are also several craftsmen. In order to protect their safety, I deliberately concealed their names. This is also what I promised them."
"Then you can tell us their information now, and we will verify it ourselves." Zu An pointed.
Several people in the field said, "The lowest-ranking people here are all silver medal embroidered clothes. I guess they won't leak the secret."
"Yes, Miss Zhang, please tell us their information quickly, and we can definitely guarantee their safety." Xiao Jianren looked at Zhang Zitong hurriedly, and there seemed to be a bit of pleading in his eyes.
"Okay, they live in..." Zhang Zitong's voice trailed off, and Xiao Jianren couldn't help but move closer to listen.
At this moment, Zhang Zitong suddenly got angry and twisted his arm, with a dagger sticking out of his sleeve and placing it on his neck.
These days, Xiao Jianren has been thinking about the opportunity to get closer to her, but the other party has kept a distance from him. Unexpectedly, the most intimate contact happened in this situation, and he suddenly turned pale.
The other silver-medal embroidered clothes in the field were also tense and ready to take action. How could they not know what was going on with the opponent's current performance?
Zu An looked at her calmly: "Do you think you can run away?"
Zhang Zitong's face was pale, with a bit of stubbornness and unwillingness flashing across his face: "When did you start doubting me?"
This chapter has been completed!