[69 Book Bar-www.] Ling Feng lowered his head and looked down. It turned out that the sky window was really high from the ground. Fortunately, he was not afraid of heights and would not be afraid. He held the rope in his hand tightly and slowly slowed down.
The ground fell to the ground, while his eyes were looking around the room, and it was obvious that the place where he fell from here would not be easily discovered.
Besides, He Jinyin, the real owner of the He Mansion, lives here, so even if there is something unusual inside, no one will rush in stupidity. After all, the master is the master, and the slave is the slave. Even if he is loyal and meddling in other people's business,
They can only be a slave.
Less than one meter from the ground, Ling Feng directly released the rope and jumped to the ground. He strode to He Jinyin's bed and measured it. It was only three meters from here to his bed.
The distance is quite limited. If the man is calm and calm enough and fast enough, he can rush to He Jinyin within two seconds, then pinch his neck hard and turn the one in advance.
The prepared steamed buns were stuffed into his mouth, causing him to be suffocated to death before he could make any noise.
"Ling Feng, have you discovered something?" Han Huawu couldn't help but walk to Ling Feng and asked.
"The clues that seem to be really favorable now have not been discovered," Ling Feng held the steamed bun from He Jinyin's mouth and said, "But I can be sure that the murderer must have a grudge against He Jinyin, and this grudge may also be with this grudge.
It’s about a steamed bun!”
Han Huawu said in confusion: "Mantou? Are you saying it has something to do with Mantou?"
"Well, if it weren't for this steamed bun, he didn't need to do anything extra." Ling Feng pointed at He Jinyin's body, "Look at He Jinyin's neck, there were obvious finger marks on his neck, and the finger marks were clearly the one who killed someone last night.
The murderer stayed. I think he must have come down from the skylight last night. Before He Jinyin found out, he rushed straight to his bed, and then quickly grabbed his neck with his hands.
The strength of his hand could strangle him to death directly, but he didn't. He insisted on using hard to spread his mouth and stuffing a big and hard steamed bun into his mouth. Isn't this an unnecessary move?"
"What you said seems to make some sense, but this is just your speculation?" Han Huawu glanced at the red finger marks on He Jinyin's neck, and couldn't help but frown and said, "Hey!
Ling Feng, look! Why are there only four finger marks on his neck?"
Ling Feng said carelessly, "I have discovered it a long time ago, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong! A normal person has five fingers, and only four are left on his neck. Isn't this unusual?" Han Huawu looked at Ling Feng with a angrily look, then pulled his arm.
"Four finger marks?" Ling Feng patted his head and suddenly said, "Yes! It's so smart that he was mistaken for his intelligence! From the very beginning, I noticed that there were four fingers on his neck, so why didn't I have no one?
Think about this place.”
"When he was tying a person's neck, he must have tried very hard, so all five fingers would be clearly reflected on his neck. There were only four finger marks on his neck. What can be explained is
He may be a murderer with only four fingers in one hand."
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows lightly, "Hua Wu, come here and lend it to your neck."
"Do you don't have a neck yourself? Why do you need to lend me?" Han Huawu stood there and walked over without obediently.
"I have a neck, but I think it should be clearer if I try it on you." Ling Feng deliberately smiled evilly, bullied himself, stretched his hand to Han Huawu's neck, and said gently:
"Hua Wu, don't be afraid, I will be very light."
"Okay then." Han Huawu nodded silently, and then waited quietly for Ling Feng's hand to slowly pinch her neck. She believed that he would not use any force.
"I tried." Ling Feng chuckled, then reached his right hand towards Han Huawu's neck, but just clamped her neck very gently.
Hua Wu is right. She used such a great force to pinch He Jinyin's neck, and there was no reason not to leave finger marks. Since it would leave finger marks, it should be obvious that there were five finger marks, not only four.
The only explanation for the finger mark is that the person has only four fingers.
"Hey! Have you pinched enough?" Although Han Huawu was a little impatient, she didn't hate Ling Feng putting her hand on her neck.
"Cousin? Why do you bully Hua Wu?" Liang Hongyu walked in, obviously not understanding the actions made by Ling Feng and Han Hua Wu.
Ling Feng hurriedly let go of the hand that was pinching Han Huawu's neck and said, "We were just doing a test."
"What test?" Liang Hongyu frowned slightly and said, "Does the test still need to pinch a person's neck?"
"That's right," Ling Feng walked to He Jinyin's bed again, raised his head, and saw the four fingers clearly marks in front of him, "Cousin, do you think this is?"
"Fingerprints, what's wrong?" Liang Hongyu didn't seem to see anything unusual.
Ling Feng looked back at Liang Hongyu and asked again: "Look at it carefully, how is this different from ordinary finger prints?"
Liang Hongyu walked closer and saw, "Huh? Why do you have only four fingers? Is that murderer only..."
"You are right! If we guessed correctly, he should be a murderer with only four fingers!" Ling Feng said: "Come on, let's take a closer look at which finger he is missing."
"Okay!" Han Huawu slapped happily, then walked to Liang Hongyu and said, "Sister Hongyu, let's guess together."
Liang Hongyu nodded lightly and said, "Okay!"
Ling Feng couldn't help but put his right hand on He Jinyin's neck, trying to check which finger the murderer was missing, but when he touched his hand, he found that nothing matched, and the place where his thumb was facing was a little finger.
But the thumb faced the little finger was his thumb, and he couldn't help but say, "No, it's very wrong."
"Why is something wrong?" Liang Hongyu asked with a frown.
Ling Feng speculated: "I suspect that the murderer was not using his right hand, but his left hand! If you don't believe it, please take a look."
"Hey, it seems." Han Huawu couldn't help but put his hand on He Jinyin's neck. It was obvious that the fingers of his right hand could not match the finger marks on his neck.
Ling Feng walked back to the sky window again, then walked quickly to He Jinyin step by step, quickly pinching his neck with his right hand, and couldn't help but say, "Why am I using my right hand, Hua Wu, cousin,
You can try it from there. If you are the murderer who attempts to kill He Jinyin, which hand will you use when you come down from the sky window and rushed to He Jinyin? Left or right hand?"