After a wonderful game, the Jia team narrowly defeated the An team 20 to 17.
Jia Sibo said sincerely: "Zhongjing, your team is still strong. Even without Brother Fu and Shi Ming, we won with great difficulty."
An Zhongjing was very proud: "Of course, don't look at who trained them. With my training, they will be able to take back the first place in Liangzhou sooner or later! By the way, I recently found a new guy with good potential. If he trains him well, he will not be the best."
Shi Ming is inferior."
The two started discussing.
Li Yan was listening next to him, Xiao Hei was standing behind him, his little golden and black ears twitching, and he actually showed a listening look.
Naturally, it cannot understand human speech, but it knows that when people are talking, it must keep quiet and not make a fuss.
"Yuanfang also has a unique skill in taming animals!"
An Zhongjing noticed it and was very surprised: "The lion seemed to miss you very much after leaving you. Now this little leopard is also so spiritual. It really opened my eyes!"
Li Yan smiled and stroked the cat's head: "It's just a small trick worth mentioning."
Hearing the praise, Xiao Hei raised his short tail and sniffed around with his nose.
Jia Sibo smiled calmly on the side: "Yuanfang is unfathomable, but she can hide her clumsiness. This is what we admire most!"
An Zhongjing nodded with deep understanding: "Yuanfang, come to my house later and have fun. You have to teach me well!"
"Kuro, don't think about returning my favor easily!"
Li Yan made a joke.
"How can it be possible? You are the captain of the school now and I am in white. It is too late for the common people to fawn over me!"
An Zhongjing laughed loudly, and then blinked: "My elders are not here, so you can have fun!"
An Zhongjing's father, An Yuanshou, currently holds the official position of Zhonglang Jiang, the Left Prison Gate Guard. He is the fourth rank and is in charge of supervising the gates of the imperial city and inspecting the entrance and exit of school personnel.
This is a senior general of the Nanya Forbidden Army, and he is deeply trusted by Li Zhi.
An Yuanshou and his wife gave birth to nine sons in total. An Zhongjing was the youngest, and he was usually very favored.
Otherwise, according to his age, he should study hard in the Sixth School of the Second Hall in Chang'an. How could he be as free and comfortable as Liangzhou?
Now An Yuanshou and his wife are at the Chang'an Mansion. It is indeed An Zhongjing who has the final say in the An Mansion in Liangzhou.
When Li Yan heard this, some scenes of testing cadres suddenly flashed in his mind, and he coughed righteously: "I think it's better to forget about that kind of fun. I have always kept myself clean."
An Zhongjing asked curiously: "Yuanfang doesn't like cockfighting?"
Li Yan was startled: "Are you talking about cockfighting?"
"if not……"
Li Yan became angry and refused decisively: "Then I have something else to do today..."
"Oh, what are you talking about? Let's go, let's go!"
An Zhongjing grabbed him and walked out.
Just at this time, the servant came to report. Kang Meng and his party had been waiting for a long time, and they also had key information about the case.
"What a coincidence?"
An Zhongjing frowned, a little disappointed, but Jia Sibo said: "Yuanfang is already an official, business matters are more important."
Li Yan also said: "Let them come over!"
Not long after, five tall, short, fat and thin people with different characteristics came over.
The leader was Kang Meng, the eldest son of Kang County Lieutenant, followed by the delinquent Shi Jing, two police officers Zhang Huan He Jing, and the county government Lin Wu Zuo.
They were all acquaintances, but the fact that they were together still made Li Yan feel a little strange, and he felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
"Captain Li!"
The five people saluted respectfully as a sign of official business, and Kang Meng said: "Regarding the murder of the Tibetan ambassador, we have found a way to commit the murder through various clues, and we have come to ask Captain Li for advice!"
Li Yan felt strange, but still nodded and said: "I would like to hear the details!"
"Please see, this is the map of the upper hall of the post house. These are the positions of the guards that night. Guard Qiu is here, Guard Hu is here..."
Kang Meng took out a painting from his arms and unfolded it, with the locations of the internal guards that night marked on it.
It's clear at a glance.
"With such a tight guard, how did the murderer sneak in quietly and leave without being discovered by anyone? This is the biggest doubt in this case!"
"For this purpose, I specially found an empty house and asked Shi Jing to bring the bad guys to cooperate. We tested it dozens of times. No matter how good the light skill is, after the murder, the guards will be surrounded by the screams after being alerted by the screams, and they will be surrounded from all sides.
Meet the murderer face to face."
"But the fact is that no one saw the murderer. In the entire study room in the upper hall, there was only the body of the Tibetan envoy."
In a confined space, the murderer broke through the blockade and not only came without a trace, but also left without a trace!
An Zhongjing and Jia Sibo had heard about the case a long time ago, but since they were not at the scene, they were still not as intuitive as Kang Meng. After hearing the words, they became interested: "Then what is going on?"
Li Yanze nodded and said: "The painting is good."
"These were all painted by He Jing, I dare not take credit."
Kang Meng immediately took out the second painting.
In this painting, there is a white-haired old man lying on the desk with his head bowed, his left arm bent, his head resting on his left wrist, his right arm stretched straight forward, his right hand turned sideways, and his fingers slightly spread.
"This is how He Jing recreated the posture of the Tibetan ambassador Nian Zenggu when he died, based on Lin Wuzuo's description."
Kang Meng said: "What do you think he was doing during his lifetime?"
Jasbo gestured: "Write?"
Kang Meng nodded: "We think so too. The Tibetan ambassador was stabbed in the throat and died. He should have been writing at the moment he was attacked by the murderer. However, there are two weird things here. Lin Wuzuo, tell me.
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Lin Wuzuo stepped forward and said: "The first one is that when Nianzheng was killed by the weapon, it was stabbed in the throat diagonally from below."
"Diagonally below?"
Jia Sibo's face turned pale: "You mean, the murderer sneaked under the case and waited, and when he was writing, he suddenly appeared and stabbed him in the throat?"
Just imagine the scene, the words are well written, and then someone suddenly appears from under the table. It scares me to death.
"From the perspective of assassination, it can be judged this way."
Lin Wuzuo continued: "The second strange thing is that the murderer left the murder weapon."
"This murderous weapon pierced the Nianzhengshi's neck and severed his meridians. Blood spurted out immediately, and the Nianzhengshi was killed on the spot."
"Not only that, the murder weapon was also smeared with poison. It was obvious that he had the intention of killing him and must kill him."
"But the murderer is so powerful, yet he left behind this weird weapon. It's really puzzling..."
"Everyone, please take a look!"
Lin Wuzuo took out a model of a short blade and showed it.
The real murder weapon was kept in the county government office, and even if it was made by someone else, it could not be taken out. A blacksmith was asked to make a similar model of this weapon.
"Why is this murder weapon so small?"
An Zhongjing was very addicted to food, so he got close to him and quickly expressed doubts.
Yes, this weapon is too small.
It is three inches long, half an inch narrow, and has a slightly curved blade, making it much smaller than an ordinary dagger.
It happened to have an edge and a handle, and its throat was sealed with blood, killing the Tibetan ambassador with one blow.
Li Yan even noticed that this object was very similar to the short blade used by Liniang, except that it was more slender and sharp, and the handle was extremely short, like...
"We initially suspected that the murderer was a child, because only children can use such weapons and it is easy to hide!"
Kang Meng said: "Zhang Huan recruited a group of market men, who are all good at stealing and dexterous. He also found a few dwarfs and asked them to imitate the prisoners and avoid the guards, but it turned out that it still didn't work."
"What's more, the biggest doubt about this weapon is that the handle is too short. No matter how small a person is, they can easily cut themselves when holding the weapon and using force!"
Kang Meng held the short soldier in a weird posture and made a stabbing motion: "Look, this murder weapon is highly poisonous. If the murderer is not careful, he may be killed by his own poison first. That would be too stupid.
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The famous emoticon immediately popped into Li Yan's mind.
This dagger of mine is coated with poison! Bah Liu~
"It would be great if we could respond so quickly when analyzing a case!"
Li Yan was speechless, with a trace of fluctuation on his expression.
"He has indeed seen the truth a long time ago!"
Kang Meng was observing Li Yan all the time. At this moment, his heart was shocked. He no longer dared to show off in front of the detective: "Based on various doubts, we found an old blacksmith through Zhang Huan, and based on his tips, we found this murder weapon.
Its true function is that it is a hidden weapon!"
An Zhongjing asked curiously: "Hidden weapon?"
In this world, there are no hidden weapons like Xiao Li's Flying Knife that are brighter than visible weapons. Hidden weapons are really dangerous and require a person to kill without being seen.
In other words, after a person dies, it is difficult to find injuries, such as fine needles injected into the body, or iron nails driven into the heavenly spirit.
An Zhongjing couldn't understand: "Although this sharp blade is short, it is clearly inserted into the Tibetan ambassador's neck. How can it be a hidden weapon?"
"Because the way it is launched is a hidden weapon!"
Kang Meng said: "In fact, when Lin Wuzuo went back to inspect the scene, he also found that something was missing next to the body."
Jia Sibo felt excited and asked, "What's missing?"
"Pen!"
"The pen the Tibetan ambassador was holding when he died!"
"According to the confession of the Tibetan envoys, after discovering the ambassador's body, they first did not move the body and left it as it was, and secondly did not touch anything in the room. However, the pen that the ambassador was holding when he was writing before he died was missing.
Got it!"
Kang Meng's eyes showed a bright light: "After combining all the clues, I made a vague guess. I asked Aye for advice. He woke up the dreamer with a few words. Shi Jing is good at the art of mechanisms, so I asked Shi Jing to help me design it.
A murder tool!"
He unfolded the last painting painted by He Jing, and it turned out to be a pen.
At this point, Li Yan, who has watched 800 episodes of Conan, already understands their presumed modus operandi.
The murder of the Tibetan ambassador put Datang in a passive position. If the case could be solved, Li Yan would be very happy, and he immediately looked at Kang Meng with admiration.
This brain can be used on the right path, which is much better than discouraging my brother's learning enthusiasm all day long.
What's even more valuable is that he knows how to form a group to debut.
He Jing, who was excellent at painting, Lin Wuzuo, who was experienced and experienced, met Zhang Huan, who was a master of various religions, and Shi Jing, who was good at miscellaneous arts.
The combination is quite comprehensive.
"I also have a boy detective team by my side... no, an adult detective team!"
"While the famous detective is sleeping, you are just needed!"