He moved quickly and soon arrived at Butcher Zheng's house.
Along the way, Li Mu asked the inspector, who told him about Butcher Zheng's experience.
Butcher Zheng was not a pig butcher. To be precise, his father was a butcher. Later, Butcher Zheng left home as a young boy to join the army. When he came back a few years later, he was already extremely wealthy. Then he settled in Yong'an Town and bought hundreds of acres.
In a good land, I opened a butcher shop, a cloth shop, a grain shop, etc., and lived a good life.
Soon, we arrived at Yong'an Town.
The house where Butcher Zheng lives is gorgeous and elegant.
"Greetings, Mr. Inspector!"
Butcher Zheng's wife, three concubines, and a dozen servants came to greet him.
The inspector is the director of the police station and controls local security. He is under current management and his authority is higher than that of the county magistrate.
"This is the parent officer!" the inspector stepped forward and said.
"Greetings to your parents!" Butcher Zheng's wife and three concubines came forward, a little frightened. Most of the county magistrates in this era were not close to the people, but were intimidating characters.
"Butcher Zheng is dead!" Li Mu said, with three concubines and a dozen servants.
"How is that possible? Isn't my husband going out to visit friends?"
Butcher Zheng’s wife said in disbelief.
"Impossible, how could the master die!" said a concubine, "The master is so dead?"
The other two concubines seemed to be frightened and could not accept all this. They were trembling all over and speechless.
Walking into the residence, the courtyard was very large, with three entrances and three exits, and peonies planted there. Li Mu observed every corner, not missing a trace, and said: "Madam, my condolences! Official Zheng died miserably, and his head was
It was cut off on the spot and the body was thrown into the river and was discovered a few days later."
"The body has just been identified!"
Li Mu was talking about the case, observing a wife and three concubines, and suddenly said: "As long as the murderer commits a crime, he will leave clues. Centered on the source of the body, there must be a murderer within a hundred miles. Murder cases are nothing more than a few.
There are two categories, one is vendetta, killing people because of grudges; the other is financial murder, killing people because of money. These two categories occupy as many as eight levels of cases!"
"What are the other two floors?" Liu Qingchan asked.
"There are two more levels, namely accidental killing and intentional killing!!" Li Mu said: "It's like a millionaire who robbed a farmer of five taels of silver one day, and was sentenced to ten years of criminal detention and exiled thousands of miles away.
Besides, tell me why!"
Liu Qingchan said: "It goes without saying that the official word has two mouths, whether it is reasonable or not depends on two mouths. It is definitely a dog official who fabricated personal and material evidence in order to make money!"
"Ahem!" Li Mu said in his heart, scolding the bald man in front of the monk, please give me some face!
Li Muchao: "But the court, no! Under the county magistrate's judgment, the reason is that the person is mentally ill, and anything a mentally ill person does is normal. It is not a crime for a mentally ill person to kill someone! In the eyes of a mentally ill person, everything in the world is possible.
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"What else?" Liu Qingchan asked.
"It's impossible to say!" Li Mu said. For example, no one dares to judge whether nobles kill people or royal dignitaries kill people. It's just that these things can't be said because they destroy the harmony of the court.
Observing everything, Li Mu walked to the study and said: "Mrs. Zheng, I want to take a look at your account books. If someone kills someone for money, it must be related to the account books!"
"Yes, sir!"
Mrs. Zheng said.
Sitting on the chair, Li Mu looked through the ledger. His colleagues calculated and closed the ledger after about half an hour.
Liu Qingchan said impatiently: "But there is a problem?"
"There is a problem, but I can't explain it!" Li Mu said.
As he said that, he stood up and looked at the study. In the study, there were various books on the bookshelves, including collections of classics and history, as well as various art of war. The bookshelves were full of books. On the desk, there were also papers, inks, pens and inkstones.
, are all of the highest quality. Li Mu asked, "Guan Zheng, are you happy to study?"
Mrs. Zheng said: "My husband had no money to study when he was young. He has always regretted that he did not study enough. He often regretted that he did not study enough. He bought many books and continued to study. He also asked the county's talented people for advice."
On the bookshelf, I saw several martial arts secret books, "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell", "Blood Knife Technique" and "Falling Star Archery Technique".
Li Mu took a general look and found that these three martial arts books were all martial arts in the military. They did not pay attention to skills, nor did they pay attention to flashes, movements, softness and dexterity. Instead, they were simple and direct, with fierce attacks and killing with swords.
Finally closing the book, Li Mu nodded without saying anything and looked at the wall.
I saw a picture hanging on the wall. In the heavy snow, a general bent his bow and arrow, hunting a tiger.
"This is the picture of Emperor Yan hunting a tiger!"
Li Muchao stepped forward, touched it and said, "This is a fake, no, it's an imitation!"
Mrs. Zheng said: "The Picture of Emperor Yan Hunting the Tiger is a famous ancient painting that was originally stored in the royal treasury. This is just an imitation, but it also cost five hundred taels of silver!"
Emperor Yan was an emperor in ancient times. It is said that he was the origin of martial arts. Many martial arts circulating today were spread from that era. Any paintings, works, etc. about Emperor Yan were originally collected in the royal family, or
It is among some big aristocratic families.
Some imitation products are also very expensive!
Li Mu stepped forward to observe, stretched out his hand to touch again, took off the picture, and knocked it. The wall was hollow.
"Qingchan, can you help me?" Li Mu said.
Liu Qingchan stepped forward, sucked his palm, and three bricks flew out, revealing the appearance inside.
I saw that the wall had been hollowed out, forming a secret space. Outside was a portal made of Baili Steel. There were seven gears on the portal, with words engraved on the gears.
Liu Qing Zen said: "This is the Secret Pavilion, which is dedicated to storing precious and hidden things. Outside is the seven-skilled lock made by Shengong Pavilion. If the words on the lock match, it can be opened; if the words do not match, it cannot be opened at all.
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"Qiqiao Lock...isn't this a combination lock?"
Li Mu thought.
In this world, many places are lagging behind, but some places are lagging behind.
For example, Qiqiao lock is a password lock.
Li Mu stepped forward and turned the wheel, and characters such as Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, and Si immediately appeared. After turning once, they corresponded to the twelve earthly branches.
"Do you have the key to the Qiqiao Lock?" Li Mu said.
Mrs. Zheng said: "Only my husband knows, I don't know!"
Li Mu said: "Qingchan, can you crack the Qiqiao Lock?"
"The Seven Skills Lock has almost no solution!" Liu Qingchan said: "The only way is to obtain the key! Maybe the disciples of Shengong Pavilion can open it... but most of them won't do it!"
Li Mu said: "I have a feeling that by opening the Qiqiao Lock, I can get key clues to the case!"
As he said that, he observed carefully, recalled the methods used by later generations to crack the password box, and asked: "Can it be cracked with violence?"
"No, absolutely impossible!" Liu Qingchan said: "The Qiqiao Lock has gunpowder inside. Once it is cracked violently, the gunpowder inside will explode and everything in the box will explode!"