There was a dead silence in Zhao's mansion.

The couple died at the same time, which is a tragedy for any family.

The event was so large that the scene was preserved to the maximum extent possible.

No one even dared to move the bodies of Zhao Xidong and his wife.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room.

Meng Shaoyuan walked into the bedroom.

The murderer used a knife to pry open the bedroom door.

Enter and kill with a few shots.

After getting it, he quickly ran away from the window.

Then, escape through the back wall.

There are two obvious shoe prints on the back wall.

"Li Zhifeng, if you were the murderer, how would you escape?"

Meng Shaoyuan asked smoothly.

"Climb over the wall." Li Zhifeng felt that this was too much to ask, and pointed at the back wall: "Isn't it as obvious as the shoe print?"

"If you are the murderer, jump up and show me." Meng Shaoyuan said casually.

Li Zhifeng didn't say much, took a few steps back, then rushed forward, kicked off the wall with his left foot, soared into the sky, and grabbed the edge of the wall.

In just an instant, Li Zhifeng climbed up the wall.

He sat on the wall and said, "This wall is not too high. It can block ordinary people, but it will not be difficult for people with better skills to get in."

Meng Shaoyuan went to the wall and looked at it, but Meng Shaoyuan didn't say much.

Seeing Meng Shaoyuan walking in the other direction, Li Zhifeng quickly jumped off the wall and followed him.

When passing by a small house, he stopped and looked around, seeming particularly interested.

"Open this room."

As soon as Meng Shaoyuan gave the order, Li Zhifeng opened the door without much effort.

Meng Shaoyuan walked in.

The house was very messy, and it looked like it was lived by a single man.

A dining table is placed near the window to get better lighting.

Meng Shaoyuan became interested in this table again.

Li Zhifeng looked around the house and found nothing useful.

After watching for a few minutes, Meng Shaoyuan walked out of the door again, followed this road, and returned to the bedroom of Zhao Xidong and his wife.

I walked around the bedroom, looking here and there, but I didn't know what I was looking for.

After a while he asked: "Where is the study?"

When he got to the study, he picked up the pen and paper for a while. No one knew what he wanted to do.

"about there."

Meng Shaoyuan stretched out: "Let's go to the yard."

Everyone in the Zhao Mansion was gathered in the courtyard.

"What a tragedy. The couple were killed overnight."

Meng Shaoyuan sighed as soon as he came up: "If such a vicious case cannot be detected quickly, not only will it be a shame to the victim's family, but it will also quickly spread bad effects in society.

Since I made a special trip here today, I can easily solve this case."

The military agents who came with him all looked at each other in confusion.

Just by going around in a circle, can the case be solved?

Li Zhifeng grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, squatted to the side, and started eating them with relish.

What does it have to do with yourself?

The officer was nagging, and based on my understanding of him, he most likely already knew what he was talking about.

Meng Shaoyuan asked: "Who lives in a separate hut in the backyard?"

"it's me."

A very honest and responsible man came out: "I am the gardener, Zhong Qi. Others call me Lao Zhong."

"Old clock."

Meng Shaoyuan nodded: "How many years have you been here?"

"Sir, it's been five years."

"It's been five years, it's not that short." Meng Shaoyuan said "Oh": "Last night, when your husband and wife were killed, what were you doing?"

"Sir, sir, I was sleeping. Everyone in the Zhao family knows that I often drink a few sips and fall asleep after drinking. It was Xiao Xie who woke me up."

The man named Xiao Xie hurriedly proved what he said, saying that he knocked on the door for a long time before waking up Lao Zhong.

"Slept enough to die."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said: "Old Zhong, what culture do you have?"

"culture?"

Lao Zhong was a little embarrassed: "I don't know a lot of characters. How can I have any culture? It's hard to write my own name on weekdays."

"That's it."

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly said: "Catch him!"

Suddenly something unexpected happened.

Lao Zhong did not dare to resist: "Sir, what have I done? You want to arrest me!"

Meng Shaoyuan said coldly: "If you say you are literate, I'm not sure, but if you insist that you don't know a few words, who will I arrest if I don't arrest you?"

What does it mean?

"Sir, you can't accuse people unjustly. What's wrong with me being illiterate?"

"Are you still being stubborn? Well, I'll make you understand!"

Meng Shaoyuan glanced at him: "You are very smart. You deliberately created the illusion that the murderer escaped from the back wall after the murder, and even left two shoe prints.

But I asked my guards to demonstrate it, and I got a different result, do you want to know what it is?"

Lao Zhong couldn't help but nodded.

"The depth of the pressed footprints is completely different from the real footprints climbing over the wall."

Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "If you don't believe it, I can ask someone to take you to see it later. Therefore, I judged at that time that the murderer had never left Zhao's mansion at all, and he was lurking here.

In fact, you are also stupid. Since the murderer can get out and get in, why bother to go to all the trouble to trick the door and kill the concierge? What if the concierge doesn't open the door?

Therefore, I can basically confirm that the murderer is someone from Zhao's mansion! I followed the road to your cabin and found that it was the most suitable hiding spot. It was hidden and could go directly to Zhao Xidong's house.

Of course, being in a suitable location does not necessarily mean you are the murderer. So I entered your house uninvited, and I have to say sorry to you, it was so rude."

Everyone was a bit dumbfounded.

How long has it been since this happened, and this guy still said it so politely?

Meng Shaoyuan didn't care what others thought, and just continued: "I saw the table where you eat, and I wonder if you usually notice a detail.

If a table is used for writing all year round, it will always leave various marks on it, no matter how careful you are, especially when writing with ink.

There are such traces left on that desktop, some are old and some are recent. You, an illiterate person, write there all day long?

Or is there someone in the Zhao Mansion who is so full that he writes a love letter to his lover and comes to you to write it?"

Lao Zhong's expression did not change.

But he didn't expect that he would make such a big oversight.

The question is, what kind of pervert would stare at the table where other people are eating?

"You have been imitating Zhao Xidong's handwriting for a long time, right? You imitated it perfectly." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "The handwriting can be signed, but I know there is no need to authenticate it.
Chapter completed!