Wang Zefang asked Qing Qingyuan: "You said Mr. Zhao hit your dagger by himself. In what position were you holding the dagger? Show me."
Gao Qingyuan thought Wang Zefang was helping him, so he made a random gesture.
Wang Zefang asked: "Are you sure?"
Gao Qingyuan nodded, confident: "OK."
Wang Zefang looked at Mother He and asked, "Are Mr. Gao and Mr. Zhao regular guests here?"
Mother He said: "Yes, both young masters are frequent visitors to our Piaoxiang Building."
Wang Zefang asked again: "This Piaoxiang Building is a gold selling den. It should be very expensive to visit. I can understand that the Zhao family has money. I wonder where Qingqing Yuan got the money?"
Mother He said: "This... Sir, I don't know something. Mr. Gao always keeps accounts every time he comes here."
Wang Zefang frowned: "Can I still keep accounts?"
Mother He laughed dryly: "Others will definitely not be able to do it, but Mr. Gao has a special status, so there is this special case.
His accounts are all recorded on you, Mr. Wang, and he told me to go to the house to ask for it at the end of the year."
Wang Ze's expression changed, and he sneered: "Is this how you do things at Piaoxianglou? Can anyone use the name of my Wang family to get credit?"
Mother He's face changed, this... what does this mean? Isn't Gao Qingyuan his cousin?
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a young and handsome man walking over carrying a medicine box, followed by a man.
Wang Zefang saw them and said hurriedly: "Mr. Feng, I'm so sorry to ask you to make this trip."
Feng Changling asked: "What happened?"
Wang Zefang replied: "A murder occurred, but the murderer said that the deceased was hit by a collision, and the clerk in the government office was on leave, so I could only ask Dr. Feng to help with an autopsy."
Feng Changling: "..."
Sure enough, he was suffering from overwork. He glanced at the body on the ground and was about to go over to check it when a middle-aged man stopped him and asked: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to inspect my son's body?"
Feng Changling said: "I am the director of Beichen Taiyuan Hospital, and I came back from Mobei with the regent."
Mr. Zhao was shocked when he heard the words "Prince Regent" from the Taiyuan Hospital. When he was distracted, Feng Changling had already experienced the corpse.
He looked at the dagger, then pulled it out and checked the wound.
After careful inspection, Feng Changling stood up and said: "The deceased was killed by a dagger that penetrated his heart. The dagger was stabbed diagonally from below."
Wang Zefang asked: "Diagonally below, what is the stabbing posture like?"
Feng Changling held the dagger and made a gesture.
Wang Zefang said to Gao Qingyuan: "Do you see clearly? You said that Zhao Yaozu hit him by himself, but the way you held the knife just now is not consistent with the posture of Doctor Feng, which means you are basically lying."
Gao Qingyuan was shocked: "I...I just remembered it wrong."
Wang Zefang narrowed his eyes: "When I asked you just now, were you sure? You were very sure, but now you say you remembered it wrong.
Gao Qingyuan, do you think I'm a fool? Tell me, did you kill the person?"