As he was about to go to the crime scene to check, the village chief suddenly became more careful.
He waved and called a young man to his side.
"Zhang Shan, you are riding the fast horse from the village and hurry to the county magistrate's lobby to tell the county magistrate in detail what happened here."
"Remember, just say that the bad guys are very powerful, and let the county magistrate bring more yamen runners here to arrest the murderer."
When Zhang Shan heard this, he nodded immediately, quietly came out of the crowd, and ran straight to the distance.
Long Gan and Yanqin behind did not notice this scene, but Yudie saw it clearly.
Even she heard everything the village chief said.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile.
The door in front of me was directly open and not closed.
Long Lin took the lead and walked straight into it.
The village elder behind saw it and suddenly became a little anxious.
Seeing that Long Lin was about to take the lead, he naturally wanted to enter the house first.
Only in this way can he see the situation at the scene and confirm whether the old man Li, who died in the house, died of a knife wound.
He took a step forward, and before he could take the lead, a powerful force directly attacked, and his body was almost knocked down on the spot.
The person who took action was the Ghost King, who stopped the village elder from approaching Long Lin.
The Ghost King turned his head and glared at the village elder fiercely.
Being stared at such fierce gaze, the village chief's legs were trembling for a moment.
When he looked up again, Long Lin had already walked in one step.
Even if I wanted to take the lead at this moment, it was obviously too late. I could only follow the Ghost King and Long Lin with everyone.
Long Lin stepped into the door and did not enter directly, and stopped at the door.
Inside was the place where they had dinner last night. There was a large wooden table, and next to the wooden table were wooden chairs.
Long Lin immediately saw Old Man Li's body.
Old Man Li's face was completely pale at this moment. There was a lot of blood at the neck. Old Man Li's hands covered his throat with force, and his hands were stained with blood. All the blood flowed out had dried up.
Although Long Lin didn't understand very well, he could still see some of them.
Old Man Li must have died after they left last night, probably in the second half of the night. If it were not long, the large pool of blood on the ground would not have been completely dried.
Old Man Li's body fell to the ground, next to the body, and there was a chair behind Old Man Li.
On the wall in the distance, there was a splash of blood, only one, which should be Old Man Li's blood, splashed on the wall.
The blood on the wall is about half a person above the ground.
Long Lin gestured in his mind and immediately came to a conclusion: when Old Man Li was killed, he was sitting on the chair.
The sharp blade slashed across his throat, and a large amount of blood splattered out on the spot, splashing directly on the wall along the direction the sharp blade slashed.
Due to the pain in the body, Old Man Li covered his hands on his neck, and fell down as he struggled, bringing down the chair behind him.
It was reasonable, and Long Lin immediately confirmed this conclusion.
Although the chair fell down, the wooden table did not fall down.
On the table, there were five pouring wine jars that did not fall to the ground.
There was ash on the table and there was no sign of being wet by the wine. It seemed that these originally full wine jars were already drunk when they were poured out.
Last night, many villagers brought meat and wine.
Long Lin is not unfamiliar with these wine jars. He drank a jar with Old Man Li last night, but there were still four jars of wine left, which were full.
The wine jar was empty and the wine was drunk, so it could only be put into Old Man Li's stomach.
The murderer came here to kill people. He probably didn't have the leisure time and deliberately drank the wine in the wine jar.
This is not a precisely arranged murder case. It is a murderer who enters the house and then kills people with a sharp knife. After succeeding, he leaves openly and does nothing unnecessary.
Long Lin closed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a picture in his mind immediately.
After he left last night, Old Man Li did not go into the house to fall asleep, but sat here alone and drank.
It took a long time to drink four jars of wine by one person. Judging from the normal drinking rate, it was almost the second half of the night.
When the murderer entered the room, Old Man Li did not get up. Long Lin could not confirm whether he knew the murderer.
The murderer held a sharp blade and dealt with Old Man Li on the spot.
Brush... Long Lin opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the village chief.
"Village Chief, you said you surveyed the scene and said that Old Man Li died of a knife injury. You can see for yourself, is that true?"
The village chief stood behind, blocked by Long Lin, and could not enter the house to watch in detail.
The Ghost King standing next to Long Lin was obviously a master. He really couldn't afford to offend him and did not dare to squeeze out the Ghost King and enter the house.
Long Lin gave up his body, and the Ghost King stood a little aside. The village chief hurriedly looked inside. With just one glance, the village chief was stunned.
He is not a fool, so he can see clearly.
The old Li died of his throat, but this damn old Li actually blocked his neck with his hands. The cut wound was killed by a sharp blade, and there was no way to go.
Know.
If you want to see clearly, you can only see it unless you move those hands away.
Seeing the village chief's reaction, Long Lin felt even more angry.
"Mr. Village Chief, tell me how did you know that Mr. Li died under the knife?"
Long Lin glared and scared the village elder to shook his eyes.
"There is nothing to say, right? You obviously didn't come here to investigate the scene, but hid behind and watched the villagers besiege us. What's the point?"
“I…I…”
The village chief was scolded and kept opening his mouth, but except for the word "I", the village chief really felt that there was nothing to say.
How did this young man know that he was hiding in the dark? Is this impossible?
In desperation, no matter how the village chief thought, he thought he should say something.
"Bold, I am the village chief. I said I have already inspected the scene, and that is the survey. How do you know that Old Man Li didn't die of a knife injury?"
The village chief still firmly believes in this.
But as soon as his voice fell, Long Lin laughed instantly.
Hahaha......
"Village Chief, you really know how to talk lies with your eyes open. Mr. Li's hands are still blocking his neck now. There is no way you can see the wound behind those hands."
"You insisted that Mr. Li died of a knife injury. How did you know about this? Could it be that when the murderer committed the murder, you were at this scene?"
The village chief was shocked by this and took a big step directly.
"No...no...how could I be here? I only found out afterwards that Old Li was killed at home."