Chapter 54: Traces are like bones, no words can express grievances
Hearing that the case would not be tried today, there was another wave of discussion among the crowd.
The candidates sneered and commented that the superiors were about to examine the performance of the officials, and the county magistrates were probably afraid of being accused of being sloppy in the examination.
The rough and reckless men, as if they were local dogs who haven't eaten enough shit, shook their heads in frustration and complained: "It's boring and boring. It takes away half of my life to earn a living. In the end, I can't even see the nuns being tortured."
Zhang Yanke had a bad temper. After hearing this, he went up to beat him again. Zheng Haizhu quickly blocked him. Zhang Dai even grabbed his brother's sleeves and shouted in a low voice: "You stupid king of hell, we will have to fight for it later."
Sister He is on the run, please don’t cause trouble at this time."
Zhang Yanke gritted his teeth and gave up. When he saw Zheng Haizhu stopped in his tracks, holding a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but his eyes flew to the crowd like a shuttle, he asked: "Miss Zheng, what are you looking at?"
Zheng Haizhu lowered his voice and replied: "Look at Mr. Yang's servant. He was just trying to fight Sister He in the hall. Now that the magistrate has withdrawn, he stopped crying and ran out in a hurry.
, there is no anger or sadness on his face, it seems like he is going to meet someone."
Zhang Yanke simply said: "Then I will follow him."
Zheng Haizhu shook his head: "I'm afraid you are rough, so please take Agui to have a look. Third Young Master, please follow me."
What?
Zhang Yanke was shocked by this little woman's evaluation and assignment that ignored class differences. He couldn't answer the question for a while and could only stare.
Zheng Haizhu explained quickly: "If Sister He is wronged, the murderer will definitely come to hear the trial. Today's court hearing will finally focus on whether there is a witness by the river. The murderer is concerned about this section, so he goes there.
Every effort is made. And in order to avoid suspicion, he or they should not wander around Jiulian Nunnery again. So now, I want to take a look around the nunnery, maybe I can find some strange traces."
Zhang Dai understood and told Zhang Yanke: "Miss Zheng is our military advisor now. That's it. Third brother, you protect her."
Zheng Haizhu said bluntly: "Yes, I can't die for the investigation."
Zhang Dai opened his brows and smiled slightly.
He really admired this Miss Zheng's speaking habits, which were not so vain and flattery, nor was she submissive.
Zhang Dai immediately called Agui and followed Master Yang's servant at a short distance from the edge of the crowded crowd.
Zhang Yanke turned around and said to Zheng Haizhu with a straight face: "Miss Zheng, can you give me some face in the future?"
Zheng Haizhu knelt down and said, "Complain to the third young master. Since the two young masters think highly of the mistress, the young woman will think about how to achieve something without doing bad things. If the young master wants to be coaxed and praised, isn't it easy? Go to Goulan Wine Shop."
, Just spend money. Right, Third Young Master?"
Zhang Yanke choked again, and finally coughed in resignation, curled his lips, and said softly: "Miss Zheng, please lead the way."
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The back door of Jiulian Nunnery, like many courtyards in Jiangnan water towns, faces the river. There is a wide stone bridge corridor, which is built on the embankment where water and soil blend. It is not only a footpath for land pedestrians, but also a place for berthing boats.
The enthusiasm for the nun's murder attracted people to the county government hall. Since no reason was found out today, those with evil intentions began to search for new clues, and the people who watched the fun soon returned to their own lives.
After all, in this world, most people will starve to death if they stop moving.
Therefore, when Zheng Haizhu and Zhang Yanke groped over, the area around the nunnery was indeed quiet.
On a mud wall outside the wooden fence, the fine shadows of cotinus leaves were reflected, and the cat basking on the stone slab stared at them indifferently.
Zhang Yanke followed Zheng Haizhu and frowned: "Miss Zheng, fortunately, I have a broad mind and a good temper. I listened to your words and changed into this outfit. If you are still wearing a robe, it will be really difficult for you to move in such a dirty place."
Zheng Haizhu just found an alley clothing store and got Zhang Yanke a set of dull homespun clothes and trousers to put on so that his gorgeous brocade would not stand out.
Looking back at Zhang Yanke at this moment, his pants legs were covered with mud, and he said in a quiet voice: "We have to thank the mud."
After saying that, she ran a few steps, jumped over the ditch, and landed at the dilapidated wooden door of Jiulian Nunnery.
"Third Young Master, when you come here, jump a little sideways, don't face the center of the door, and don't move after landing." Zheng Haizhu reminded.
Zhang Yanke complied.
After he stood firm, Zheng Haizhu squatted down and stared at the ground in front of him: "Third Young Master, according to the story they are pressing on Sister He's head, Sister He killed Master Yang in the Zen room, and then passed the water through the back door of the nunnery. Throw it into the ditch and rush to the lower reaches of the river. Before there was time to wash away the blood stains in the Zen room, the carpenter Ye secretly took the chisel to work in another county and discovered the murderous eucalyptus. Then there must be footprints in the mud here. There are drag marks and blood stains, right? Even if the tolerance and Wu Zuo have already come to inspect, we will check it carefully again."
Zhang Yanke was listening very attentively at this moment, without the usual playful smile on his face.
After Zheng Haizhu finished speaking, his eyes began to search carefully from the front to the back of the feet.
Fortunately, the weather in Jiangnan, which was originally rainy in late autumn, has been sunny these days.
There were many footprints on the muddy ground, and the two of them patiently found them.
Zheng Haizhu looked at it carefully, and the tip of his nose almost touched the ground. After a while, he said to Zhang Yanke: "Look at these footprints, they are much smaller than the mud pit you stepped on, and they are almost the same as mine. I am a Tianzu, and your family is a lotus." My sister is also talented..."
Zhang Yanke thought that she still thought Sister He was suspicious, so he interrupted her and said: "You are not the only two people in the world who don't bind their feet. The murderer could be a woman or a young man."
Zheng Haizhu studied the footprints and shook his head: "No, these footprints look small at first glance. Maybe Wu Zuo thought they belonged to Sister He. But they are actually those of an adult man. Look, the circle on the sole of the shoe is smaller than The toe is much deeper and there are marks on both sides of the upper. This is what a person would leave when wearing shoes that are much smaller in size."
Zhang Yanke imagined it for a moment, squinted his eyes and said, "You mean, the murderer deliberately wore women's shoes?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zheng Haizhu carefully moved a few steps, squatted in front of a piece of grass, and said word by word: "Not only that, the murderer also deliberately wore men's shoes."
Zhang Yanke moved over like a duck, and asked humbly: "How do you say this?"
Zheng Haizhu pointed to a piece of soil and said: "Look at this shoe print, it is very big, round toe, and the traces on the sole are very dull. These should be the satin shoes worn by you rich people, because we ordinary people or
Servants, before the northwest wind blows this season, still wear brown linen shoes or straw sandals, and the traces imprinted on the mud are like fishing nets. But look here again, these pits, are they weird? "
Zhang Yanke leaned over and asked doubtfully: "Are these the marks of a person's bare feet?"
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "Yes, it is covered by the grass in the ditch. Why do you think there are barefoot marks here?"
Zhang Yanke thought for a while and suddenly realized: "The murderer took off his shoes before throwing Mr. Yang's body and put them back on, so he went barefoot?"
Zheng Haizhu listened to Zhang Yanke's analysis, his eyes still staring at the scene in front of him, his eyes flashing.
"Third Young Master, there were at least two people here at that time. The first one was wearing women's shoes, and the second one was a barefoot old man wearing Mr. Yang's shoes, because their footprints were very different. The second one had a splayed foot with a pointed right toe.
It's very far to the left. It's impossible for Mr. Yang to go barefoot without wearing shoes, so if the barefoot prints are the same as the shoe prints, then this person must not be Mr. Yang, but probably as the Third Young Master has deduced."
When Zhang Yanke heard the last sentence, he felt very useful, as if a cat had been stroked. He suddenly realized a detail and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Miss Zheng, that carpenter Ye said that he also climbed into the Zen Zen through the back fence yesterday."
room."
Zheng Haizhu said "Hmm" and said: "Yes, I found it. Here, there are probably these straw sandal prints. They are the straw sandals he wore when he went to court today."
Zhang Yanke sincerely praised: "The girl has really good eyesight."
"We who do needlework are used to it."
Zhang Yanke looked at it carefully and commented: "It's not a pig."
Zheng Haizhu said calmly: "I just saw him walking, and it is true that he is not walking. However, Mr. Yang's servant's right foot is too far inward."
Zhang Yanke was horrified. He suddenly remembered the story about the evil servant who murdered his master that he had read in many playbooks. He also admired the thoughtfulness of the girl Zheng in front of him.
However, he saw that Zheng Haizhu had no sense of pride in proving his conjecture, but began to carefully pull out the weeds again, then stood up halfway and searched around the courtyard wall and fence gate.
After going back and forth like this several times, Fang talked to Zhang Yanke: "There are indeed some blood stains, but they are more strange than shoe and footprints. There are not even any ants around the blood stains."
After that, Zheng Haizhu took off his baggage, took out the brocade robe that Zhang Yanke had worn in the morning, and spread it out on the ground.
"Third Young Master, I have to take away this mud mixed with blood."
