From the row of men's shoe prints that appeared in the woods, Gu Rufeng immediately speculated that the murderer might be Zheng Jiaming, the second young master of the Zheng family. In order to find out whether the murderer of Zheng Jiashu and Zheng Jiaya was Zheng Jiaming, Ling Fan and the others decided to find
Zheng Jiashu questioned him personally.
At this time, in the bedroom of Mrs. Zheng in the Zheng family mansion, Mrs. Zheng was lying on the bed, half leaning on the bed. A beautiful middle-aged woman was carefully feeding the old lady medicinal soup with a medicine bowl, while Zheng Jiayi and Zheng Jiaming were standing on the bed.
On both sides of the bed, they looked at their grandma with great concern.
After taking a few sips, the old woman pursed her lips tightly and stopped drinking. The middle-aged beautiful woman had no choice but to put the medicinal soup aside, feeling sad alone, pursing her lips and sobbing softly.
"Grandma, what happened to our family? Is it really the curse?" Zheng Jiaming asked tentatively, frowning.
"Brother Jiaming, I'm so scared!" Zheng Jiayi said and threw herself into Zheng Jiaming's arms, her petite body trembling with fear.
"It's all my fault for that little bitch Biyun. She won't let our Zheng family live in peace even if she dies. I'll let the Taoist priest do something to get rid of her evil spirit later!" As soon as the old lady heard the curse, she was extremely resentful.
He cursed, "If her evil spirit is not eliminated for a day, our Zheng family will not be able to live in peace for a day!"
"I don't think so. Maybe the murderer is not the resentful soul of Biyun." Just as the old lady was speaking angrily, Gu Rufeng's voice suddenly penetrated the door of the room and shot in, immediately covering the entire room.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
"Taoist Priest!" When the old lady saw Gu Rufeng and others walking in, she immediately sat on the edge of the bed with a look of surprise on her face and shouted. However, when she saw the girl following Gu Rufeng, she couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Taoist priest, who is the girl behind you?"
Gu Rufeng interrupted the old lady and said directly: "Old lady, to tell you the truth, in addition to the identity of Onmyoji, I have another identity, that is, the police, and the three of us are responsible for the investigation.
The policeman in the Zheng family murder case had no choice but to dress up as a Taoist priest."
When the old lady heard this, her whole face turned green, she trembled and pointed at Gu Rufeng, cursing: "You...you liar!"
Gu Rufeng didn't mind the old lady's curse. He just stared at Zheng Jiaming closely and sneered: "Master Jiaming, do you have any opinion on the death of Master Jiashu and Miss Jiaya?!"
Zheng Jiaming was a little nervous when asked by Gu Rufeng. He frowned and said: "What can I say? It must be a curse. Everyone saw them when they died. There was no murderer present at all. They were all killed by evil objects."
Automatically killed."
"Then let me ask you, where were you just now?" Seeing that Zheng Jiaming was still quibbling, Gu Rufeng immediately threw the question out.
When Zheng Jiaming saw Gu Rufeng asking this question, his face immediately turned pale, and he stuttered: "I...I was in the bathroom just now."
"Bathroom, let me ask you, has anyone seen you in the bathroom?" Gu Rufeng sneered at the corner of his mouth and continued to question Zheng Jiaming, while Ling Fan carefully observed the change of expression on Zheng Jiaming's face.
Zheng Jiaming pursed his lips tightly, his eyes immediately changed from panic to calm, and said: "This Taoist priest, no, he is a policeman. What do you mean by questioning me like this? Do you suspect that I am a murderer?"
The murderer of my brother and sister?”
"Please answer my question seriously first. Has anyone seen you going to the bathroom or in the bathroom?" Gu Rufeng asked seriously.
"No..." Zheng Jiaming was bored for a long time, and finally said these two words.
"No, it's definitely not brother Jiaming. Brother Jiaming is definitely not the murderer!" Seeing that Gu Rufeng was doubting Zheng Jiaming, Zheng Jiayi immediately stood up to protect Zheng Jiaming.
Ling Fan saw that Gu Rufeng's goal had been achieved, so he took over the conversation and continued: "Miss Jiayi, some things cannot be dealt with based on emotion. Just now we were attacked by a group of snakes and vines, and a group of people were found at the scene.
The man's shoe prints showed that there was a man who wanted to kill us at that time. Why he wanted to kill us was precisely because our appearance threatened his existence, so he wanted to kill and silence us, but he failed, so we followed him
He, but his traces disappeared in front of the wall of the Zheng family's mansion. I think he probably climbed in by climbing the wall. Only people from the Zheng family could climb over the wall and come in without attracting other people's attention, and killing family trees and
After Jia Ya, who will be the heir to the Zheng family's huge property, there is no doubt that it is the second young master of the Zheng family, Zheng Jiaming."
"Haha, ridiculous, simply ridiculous. If that's the case, then tell me what method I used to kill my brother and sister!? Tell me!" Zheng Jiaming suddenly became extremely confident, and he stood in front of him with his chest held high.
Ling Fan asked rhetorically.
Ling Fan didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, he just spread his shoulders and said with a smile, "I don't know."
"I don't know. You actually answered me with "I don't know". Then it would be ridiculous for you to conclude that I am the murderer just based on an inference." Zheng Jiaming said with a playful smile on his lips.
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Gu Rufeng was a little embarrassed by Zheng Jiaming's strong rhetorical question for a moment, then pushed Ling Fan in front of him and said with a smile: "Boy Ling, I'll leave the matter here to you. I'll leave first if I have something else to do.
"As he said this, Gu Rufeng wanted to run away, but Tian Yu blocked the way, so he had to retreat reluctantly.
Ling Fan glared at Gu Rufeng fiercely, then looked at Zheng Jiaming and said with a smile: "Although we don't know the method of killing, we can prove it, and even if you are not the murderer, until now, you Zheng are the ones who have been killed.
My brothers and sisters, I suspect that the murderer may be harmful to you, so I want to provide you with all-round protection to prevent you from encountering any mishaps again."
"Get out, our Zheng family doesn't welcome the police, you all get out!" Ling Fan's suggestion was strongly opposed by the old lady of the Zheng family. She sat up from the bed and shouted at Ling Fan,
Then he coughed violently again.
"Mom, are you okay? Don't worry, lie down quickly." Seeing Old Mrs. Zheng coughing violently, the middle-aged beautiful woman immediately stepped forward to help Old Mrs. Zheng down, but Old Mrs. Zheng refused and fiercely
He cursed: "There is no murderer, it's all the curse of that little bitch Biyun. It's her. She didn't want me to take the master away. It's her resentful spirit that hates our Zheng family!"
Ling Fan looked at the unreasonable old lady in front of him, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Mrs. Zheng, whether Biyun's curse is true or not, I think you know better than me, and the murderer
The target is your grandchildren, and two of them have been killed. Do you really have the heart to let the murderer go free and kill your grandchildren one by one in front of you?!"
Old Mrs. Zheng's cloudy eyeballs suddenly flashed with complex colors, her dry lips trembled, and she stared at Ling Fan closely.
Seeing that Old Mrs. Zheng did not refute him, Ling Fan must have been fighting in his heart, so he continued to persuade softly: "Old lady, you are now the head of the Zheng family, and now the entire Zheng family belongs to you.
Moreover, you have children and grandchildren at your knees, while Biyun has nothing, and her only child died just after birth. Isn't such a strong contrast enough to resolve your resentment towards her? Can you bear the thought of yourself and Biyun?
Same thing, do you want the white-haired person to send the black-haired person?"
Old Mrs. Zheng lowered her head and thought for a long time, and finally trembled her lips. She looked at Ling Fan with dry eyes and said, "Okay, I believe you. Please catch the murderer and don't let my children suffer anymore."
If I get hurt again, I can no longer see my child die in front of me, wuwu..." As she said this, Mrs. Zheng suddenly choked up, covered her face with her two withered hands, and cried bitterly.
"From now on, I will be responsible for accompanying Zheng Jiaming, Tianyu will take care of Zheng Jiayi, and Lao Gu will support us and stay vigilant at all times." Ling Fan turned around and assigned tasks to Tian Yu and Gu Rufeng.
The tense day passed like this, and Gu Rufeng's speculation was ruthlessly overturned. However, Lao Gu indirectly asked Mrs. Zheng to allow the police to investigate in the mansion. This must be said to be a gratifying thing.
A full moon like a jade plate hung high in the night sky. Under a tree in the Zheng family mansion, Ling Fanzheng and Zheng Jiaming were sitting on stone benches, drinking tea and admiring the moonscape of the ancient house.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that what happened to Miss Biyun turned out to be like this. It seems that we all misunderstood her." After Ling Fan said those words, Zheng Jiaming naturally guessed that there might be something wrong with the curse back then.
, so under his repeated questioning, Ling Fan had no choice but to tell him the truth. Of course, he told him the matter in the hope that he could provide some more practical clues.
"I was identified as a suspect by you before. You just told me this matter. Aren't you afraid that I would provide false clues?" Zheng Jiaming poured a cup of tea for Ling Fan and said with a smile.
Ling Fan smiled and said: "It was my companion who identified you as a suspect, but I didn't think so." After saying that, he picked up the tea cup and drank, and then continued: "And the murderer's killing method is too strange. This is
The strangest murder method I have ever seen."
"Actually, something even stranger has happened to our Zheng family before!" Zheng Jiaming said as he poured the tea in his hand into his mouth. He didn't know if it was because of the tea but for some other reason. His face turned red.
There was fear in his bright eyes, as if he was recalling something terrible.
"An even stranger thing, what is it, can you tell me?" Ling Fan felt that Zheng Jiaming seemed to have something buried in his heart. Maybe he could really provide him with clues to solve the case.