[69 Book Bar-www.] The next morning, Ling Feng stretched his waist and rubbed his eyes, "The most enjoyable thing in life is to count the money until his hands are cramped, and he will wake up naturally when he sleeps! Now all the fun things are over.
It’s so cool to be on me, Ling Feng!”
"It's so cool!" Ling Feng quickly put on his clothes, then smiled slightly at the huge bronze mirror, "A new day is a new beginning! Haha!"
"Hehe..." A series of silver bell-like laughter came into the room from a distance. Ling Feng couldn't help but feel confused. He remembered that the source of this nice laugh was Han Huawu, but he rarely heard her laughter.
Yes, and I rarely hear her laugh so happily. Why?
Ling Feng couldn't help but strode out, and saw Liang Hongyu and Han Huawu walking in the yard talking and laughing, chuckling from time to time, which was puzzling.
"What are you laughing at? That's so funny?" Ling Feng couldn't help asking.
"We are talking..." Han Huawu wanted to speak but stopped, just laughing.
"Smile, laugh, you're not afraid of laughing to break your stomach." Ling Feng made a face at Han Huawu, and then stopped talking.
But just such a grimace made Liang Hongyu and Han Huawu laugh together, making them laugh so hard that they fell.
I have heard of three women and one drama, but I didn’t expect that two women and one man would become a wonderful drama.
Just when Ling Feng was about to say something, Master Feng Qian hurried to the yard and heard him say, "Sir, someone came to beat the drum in the yamen just now. Last night, Master He from He Mansion in the south of the city died. Please ask for him.
Help arrest the real murderer and give justice to the deceased."
Ling Feng said in confusion: "Oh? Then how did he die? Is it a murder case?"
"Yes, that's right!" Feng Qian nodded and said, "I heard that it was a murder caused by a steamed bun. The deceased was Mr. He Jinyin from He Mansion in the south of the city. This morning, his housekeeper knocked on his door and was about to discuss it with him if there was anything to do.
, but no one opened the door for a long time, so he hit the door and entered. However, he accidentally found that their master died on the bed, without any wounds on his body, only a steamed bun that was bigger than a fist was stuffed in his mouth."
Hearing this, Han Huawu couldn't help but burst into laughter, "That He Jinyin was too anxious to eat steamed buns, but instead choked himself to death, right?"
Liang Hongyu couldn't help but smile and said, "I must have choked to death. Listen to his name He Jinyin, I guess there must be a lot of gold, silver and jewelry at home."
"I'm afraid it won't be that simple." Ling Feng ordered: "Feng Qian, you will immediately rush to He Mansion with your coroner and the people in the yamen, block the scene of the crime immediately, and do not allow anyone to get close to He Jinyin's body
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"Yes, sir!" Feng Qian bowed and bowed and turned around and left.
Liang Hongyu couldn't help but push Ling Feng's arm, frowned and said, "Cousin, do you want the He Mansion in the south of the city to investigate that murder case?"
"Yes!" Ling Feng said: "Hua Wu, Hongyu, you two should have been female thieves for a while. There is no reason why you don't know He Jinyin, right? He is such a person who even gives such a conspicuous name. Could it be that he is so proud of his name?
Haven’t you been to his home to rob the rich and help the poor?”
"Why Jinyin?" Liang Hongyu meditated for a moment, and Fang said: "I seem to have heard of this name. He seems to have a good character in the south of the city and is very kind and generous. Will such a good person have enemies?"
"Whether there are or there are no enemies, this case must be not simple." Ling Feng cleared his throat and said, "Anyway, I won't believe that he was choked to death by a big steamed bun!"
"Then do you think so?" Han Huawu asked.
"Can steamed buns kill people? This weapon is indeed powerful! There is only one truth, what is it? As long as I go there, I will know."
Han Huawu hurriedly said, "Ling Feng, let me accompany you!"
"Cousin, I'll go too!" Liang Hongyu also responded quickly.
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Okay! Then the three of us will go together and then catch the culprit together!"
Ling Feng sent a servant to prepare the carriage, and then quickly drove to the He Mansion in the south of the city. The He family was also a wealthy family. It is said that people died like a lamp that went out. Once people were dead, they began to neglect the house.
The three of them got off the carriage together, and saw many people pointing at the door. What they saw from those people's eyes was disdain and gloating. Obviously, people may not necessarily receive good rewards when doing good deeds.
Even if you do all the good things, you may not leave a good reputation after death. It varies from person to person. There are still many people who are jealous and jealous.
White cloth hanging high, white lanterns symbolizing death hung over every corner of He's mansion, revealing the sadness of death everywhere. Ling Feng directly stepped into He's mansion, with Han Huawu and Liang Hongyu following closely.
later.
In the He Mansion, everyone was crying with a sad face. Although the sad expression on some of the lower-class people's faces was not true, it was obviously deliberately disguised to suit the situation.
"Sir, you are here." Feng Qian came forward and said.
Ling Feng said directly: "Take me to the room where he was killed, and I want to see what his real cause of death is."
"Yes, sir, please come with me."
Ling Feng followed Feng Qian's footsteps and came to a spacious but particularly secluded wing room. He opened the door and walked in. What caught his eye was a brocade dress lying on the soft bed in the center of the room.
The male corpse is a gorgeous dress, but it looks terrifying and funny. The male corpse is forty or fifty years old, not too old, and of course not young.
Because Feng Qian received Ling Feng's instructions, there were already guards standing here, and the idle people could not wait to enter. There were only a few crying women standing outside the door. It must be the wives of He Jinyin during his lifetime, and they looked aside again.
There was also a man about twenty years old who also looked sad. He probably should be He Jinyin's son.
"Let's go in!" Han Huawu glanced at her and Liang Hongyu's guards and snorted coldly.
Ling Feng looked back at Han Huawu and Liang Hongyu over there, and waved: "Let them both come in."
"Yes, sir!" The guard obediently made way.
Han Huawu and Liang Hongyu walked in swayingly, and then came to Ling Feng together.
Ling Feng ignored the two of them, but walked straight to the bed and looked at He Jinyin's body. There was indeed no obvious scar on his body, only a steamed bun was stuffed into his mouth, which was even more important than a fist.
Big, but it forced it into his mouth, stretching his mouth wide, his eyes wide open, obviously he could not rest until his death.
Ling Feng turned his head and looked at the coroner on the side and said, "Coroner, how did He Jinyin die?"
"Sir, he was stuffed into his mouth by the steamed bun, and he didn't breathe, and he was suffocated to death."
"I'm suffocating?" Ling Feng snorted coldly, "Is it really a bloody incident caused by a steamed bun? I'm afraid it won't be that simple, right?"