In order not to break the seal on the door and expose their whereabouts, the two went to the corridor on the east side of the main room and used a dagger to open the window pin to open a long window. When the window was opened, it was not clear whether it was due to psychological reasons or other reasons. Everyone felt a gust of cold wind blowing from the house and shivered.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Fang Zian took the lead and climbed into the house. Shen Linger also bravely climbed in. Fang Zian returned and closed the window. The two stood in silence for a moment in the dark room. No one dared to move. .

The night wind outside the house was rustling, and the leaves on the treetops were rustling in the night wind. The waves of the river were faint in the distance, like wind and thunder. All this made the house seem dead silent, and both of them could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Fang Zi calmed down and secretly cursed himself for being suspicious and nervous for even coming to visit the scene. Perhaps it was because Shen Ling'er had infected him with fear. He took out the Huozhezi and blew it several times. , holding the tinder box, he found the candlestick on the table by the window, with half a candle on it. So he went over and lit the candle.

As soon as the candle was lit, although the light was still dim, the atmosphere suddenly became much better and people breathed a sigh of relief. However, at this moment, Shen Ling'er suddenly exclaimed, hid behind Fang Zian and hugged Fang Zian tightly. waist.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Fang Zian asked hurriedly.

"On the wall, on the wall!" Shen Ling'er buried her face behind Fang Zian's back and pointed at the wall in front of her. Fang Zian looked up and was immediately scared to death.

I saw a portrait hanging on the wall. An old woman in gorgeous clothes was sitting on a chair, looking forward with bright eyes. Her face was solemn and her brows were sad. What was scary was that those eyes seemed to be staring. It was like looking at the two people in the room. Under such circumstances, it is no wonder that Shen Ling'er was so frightened when she saw such a portrait.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a portrait." Fang Zian swallowed and whispered.

Shen Ling'er gasped and recovered, but she didn't dare to look forward. Fang Zian slowly stepped forward holding the candlestick and looked at the portrait carefully. After a long while, Fang Zian said softly: "This is Ding's family. There's a portrait with a signature underneath. I guess I painted it during my lifetime. When people get older, they have to leave a portrait for themselves. This is the habit of wealthy families."

Shen Ling'er nodded slightly, but still didn't dare to look up. Fang Zian handed the candlestick to Shen Ling'er, clasped his hands and bowed to the portrait: "Ms. Ding, we are here to redress your grievances, and we are here to redress the grievances of the Zhang family. If You know what you know, don’t be offended."

Shen Ling'er also hurriedly bowed and said: "Yes, don't blame us, we didn't mean to disturb you."

Fang Zian turned around and whispered: "Let's hurry up and check. There is a light in the house. If someone sees it, it will be troublesome."

Shen Ling'er nodded silently. The two of them held the candlesticks and tried their best to protect the candlelight with their bodies, and quickly checked the room. In addition to the tables and chairs, the room contained a large bed and a dressing table in the back. There were two wooden boxes. The bedding on the bed and the clothes in the box were all gone. There was a thin layer of dust on the table and dressing table. The owner had passed away and no one had lived here for many days. It already looked very desolate. .

"Where have all the things gone? It's strange." Shen Ling'er said.

"It's not surprising that after a person dies, according to custom, the bedding he slept on and the clothes and utensils he wore are

Those who are going to be burned should be burned after the burial." Fang Zian said.

"Then how can we find clues?" Shen Ling'er said.

Fang Zian frowned, and took Shen Ling'er to the main room and the west wing for a quick inspection, but found nothing unusual. After blowing out the candles, the two of them stood in the main room in a daze.

"The scene is completely destroyed, and no useful clues can be found for the time being. I'm afraid this trip will be in vain. I originally hoped to find some useful clues." Fang Zian said.

Shen Ling'er said: "Yes, you can see that everything has been cleaned up. The Zhang family cleaned the house and burned Ding's clothes and bedding. Nothing can be found here."

Fang Zian nodded. Just when he was about to leave here, he suddenly heard some strange noises in his ears. Although the buzzing was very weak, it was very clear to people like Fang Zian.

"What's the sound? Ling'er, did you hear it?" Fang Zian asked.

Shen Ling'er listened carefully and said softly: "It's nothing, it seems like the sound of headless flies scurrying around."

Fang Zian said: "Light the candle and go take a look. It's in the east wing."

Shen Ling'er hurriedly blew the fire sticks and lit the candle. The two of them returned to the east wing and followed the sound of flies flying around. As expected, there were more than a dozen flies flying around in the corner under the bed. Suddenly up and suddenly down.

"Strange, why do flies fly at night? It's so dark, no wonder they bump around." Shen Ling'er said.

Fang Zian knelt down and looked carefully at the dozens of flies flying around under the bed, and said solemnly: "They don't fly originally. We lit the candles and they flew when they saw the light. We're disturbing you." They...these flies were originally gathering under the bed and not moving."

Shen Ling'er said: "That's it. These flies are really disgusting. What do they do?"

Fang Zian shook his head and said: "Flies like rotten and stinking things, so there must be a reason why they gather under the bed. Leave the candle under the bed and wait until they calm down."

Shen Ling'er placed the candlestick on the ground under the bed as instructed. The two of them stared at the dozens of flies that were flying around. After a while, the flies adapted to the light and thought that day had come and would no longer fly around. A few flies flew around. It landed on the ground and kept sucking the ground with its mouthparts. After a while, more flies flew down. All the flies gathered in a small area on the ground, crawling around on it and buzzing. .

Fang Zian whispered: "There is blood on the ground. It must be so. Only the smell of blood can make flies gather here. No one has come in this house for at least a few days, there cannot be anything else. Only blood stains cannot be cleaned away .Even if the floor is swept and there is blood on the ground, no one can see it, but the flies can smell it. So they will stay here and stay here. When the smell of blood is gone, they will leave."

Shen Ling'er said blankly: "What does this mean?"

Fang Zian asked: "How did Mr. Ding die?"

Shen Ling'er said: "Didn't you say that he was killed by Zhang Zhuangyuan's father? He was hit by something, and then strangled with a rope...ah! He was strangled to death, why is there blood here?"

Fang Zian nodded and said: "You are right. Since she was strangled, how could there be blood here? Isn't that strange? If these flies smelled the blood under the bed and gathered here, that means she was not killed by strangled, but

He was killed by other means, and there was blood. At this position, the person was dragged off the bed and stabbed with a knife to bleed, just at the outer edge of the bed. In other words, there may be someone else who killed Ding. people."

Shen Ling'er frowned and said, "But there is something fishy here. Even if the smell on the ground is the smell of blood, how can you be sure that this is the blood stain of Ding's murder? And not other blood stains?"

Fang Zian said: "It's very simple. Ding lives in this house, and the Zhang family is a big business for everyone. There are servants cleaning the house every day. How can they allow dirty things under the bed to attract flies? So if it is a blood stain, then It’s the blood left behind after Ding’s death. After Ding’s death, will anyone come in here? It can only be Ding’s blood.”

Shen Ling'er nodded slightly and said: "That makes sense. But, since they want to frame Mr. Zhang, why not just say that Mr. Zhang killed Aunt Ding with a sharp knife? Why do they say she was strangled? This is not self-inflicted. Is it contradictory?"

Fang Zian said softly: "That's a good question. This is the meticulous thinking of the person who framed him. Framing and framing cannot be without evidence, especially since Mr. Zhang is still an official and his son is the number one scholar in the new department, so this frame-up is It must be flawless and flawless. Think about it, Mr. Zhang is a man in his fifties, and Ding is a frail woman in her sixties. Do you need a knife to kill such a person? Besides, they are talking about Ding. Master Zhang discovered that Mr. Zhang was collaborating with the enemy, so he tried to persuade Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang killed Ding out of passion in order to silence him. At that time, he strangled Mr. Ding to death, pretending to die normally. If he brought a murder weapon to kill, it couldn't be intentional. Was he killed? In that case, it is difficult to explain rationally. Furthermore, if it is an armed murder, physical evidence of the murder weapon is required. Then it involves whether the murder weapon belongs to Master Zhang, where it was taken, or where it was taken from. Everything bought must be supported by the testimony of witnesses, rather than being fooled casually. That would be very troublesome, and it is likely to create more loopholes. Therefore, why not simply clean up the crime scene and directly frame Mr. Zhang? Not better.”

Shen Ling'er said: "That makes sense."

Fang Zian said: "Of course, this is also a speculation. The actual situation needs to be verified. This is just the first step. We must first determine how Ding died. If someone really concealed the cause of death deliberately, Zhang Your Excellency must have been wrongly accused, and if we continue to investigate, we will have more direction and confidence."

Shen Ling'er nodded and said, "So, we can now confirm that Mr. Zhang was wrongly accused?"

Fang Zian shook his head and said: "It's not entirely certain yet, because whether Ding was killed by someone else, we still need to see it to believe it."

Shen Ling'er said: "How come seeing is believing?"

Fang Zian smiled at Shen Ling'er and said nothing. Shen Ling'er was stunned, and suddenly understood something from Fang Zian's smile. She stood up in shock and said: "Master, you don't want to..." ...Want to do that?”

Fang Zian blew out the candle and said softly: "Let's go, tonight's mission is completed."
Chapter completed!