Mr. Yang said: "Our Yangjia Village is halfway up the mountain. There are no mountain peaks in front of you. The terrain is open. This wind will be terrible. It can blow off the thatch on the roof. So you have to paste the window paper outside."

Song Yuner remembered that when she was watching the wind and snow in the corridor last night, Old Master Yang and Butler Pang said that Yangjia Village is very snowy, especially in winter and spring, it can shave away all the stones on the ground. But what's the matter with the wall covering the window?

Seeing that Song Yuner was still confused, Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "Why did you become stupid again by praising your intelligence just now? The window paper must be pasted inside the window lattice. When the strong wind blows, it will easily blow off. If it is pasted outside and blocked by the window lattice, it will not blow off."

"Yes," said Mr. Yang, "in addition to wind protection, there are also hot kangs and frost and snow problems. In winter, ordinary people have no money to buy charcoal fires, so they can only hide on the warm kang. The head of the kang is almost under the window. If the window paper is pasted inside, it will easily peel off when it is smoked by the heating."

"We are very snowy in winter and it is very cold. If the window paper is pasted inside, frost and snow will accumulate on the horizontal railing of the window lattice, which will soak the window paper, making it wrinkled and not good-looking and easy to fall off. Therefore, the window paper in our Yangjia Village is pasted outside. With the window lattice protection, this thief cannot get in."

Song Yuner and Song Tongzhi understood now. Song Tongzhi asked: "Nephew, this seems to be, what do you mean is that this real murderer has another person, and he went in and out of this window frame?"

Song Tongzhi no longer felt surprised when he found that Yang Qiuchi was solving the case, and there was another person who found out that the real murderer was no longer surprising. Such precedents had been there before. Now it is much better to find out if the case is decided.

"Yes," Yang Qiuchi said, pointing to the window paper, "Have you noticed it? This piece of window paper is slightly different from the paper on other window lattices, and should be pasted separately."

Song Yuner didn't notice this either. She leaned over and observed it carefully, then took a few steps back to look from afar. Sure enough, the color of the window paper, the old and the new are slightly different from the floor paper on other window lattices on the same window, but she wouldn't notice it without looking carefully.

Yang Qiuchi touched the window paper on other window lattices and said, "Twenty-four. Sweep the house. Twenty-five. Make the windows in this small attic should be on the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month. This case happened on March 20th, a difference of more than three months. Look at it. How solid is this window paper, it cannot be uncovered."

"So, the murderer should have to tear off the old ground first, and then cut off the cross-wood mortise with a small saw. He got in and killed the person, then drilled out and set up the cross-wood again. Then he used the new window paper to re-stick it. The old and new window papers were only three months apart, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see the new and old."

Yes! Speaking of this, Yang Qiuchi suddenly thought that since the murderer had pasted the window paper again, the small attic was locked after the incident and there were no outsiders entering and leaving, the murderer's fingerprints might be left on the window paper. Maybe it was paste printed on the window paper, and maybe only the old sweat-dirty fingerprints were left.

Yang Qiuchi carefully blew off the dust on the floor on the window paper and used the light to observe it, but he still couldn't see clearly. Some dust and spider webs stuck on it.

Yang Qiuchi took a short stool and placed it under the window, and asked Song Yuner to stand on the stool with her back against the window. Although Song Yuner didn't know what Yang Qiuchi was going to do, she obediently followed.

Song Yuner had long hair. Yang Qiuchi picked up her hair and carefully swept away the dust stuck on the window paper.

The dust was swept away, but the ends of Song Yuner's hair were also covered with dust. Yang Qiuchi said apologetically: "Yuner, I'm sorry, it's dirtying your hair."

Song Yuner was quite generous: "It's okay, I'll go to wash later. Brother, what are you doing?"

"I can't tell you now, you'll know in the future." Yang Qiuchi put his head on the window and observed the window paper diagonally, especially the part where the window paper was pasted on the window lattice.

When pasting window paper, such places need to be pressed and flattened with hands or small brooms. The murderer is more concealed in the crime, so it is unlikely to prepare a small broom specifically. The most likely to use his hands to flatten it. In that case, fingerprints are likely to be left on it.

Sure enough, Yang Qiuchi found several light gray fingerprints on the edge of the window paper, which were very light and could not be found without paying attention.

When the window is pasted, the murderer's fingers are pasted. There is some dust on the window paper itself or the wall next to it, the window lattice and other parts. The damp and dusty fingers press the window paper, leaving these flat-layered fingerprint marks.

Because the fingerprint is very light, it is impossible to see the type of fingerprints clearly. It seems that only by patiently waiting for Feng Xiaoxue to bring his forensic evidence survey box and extract it with a magnetic fingerprint brush can it be clearly displayed.

However, Yang Qiuchi still observed these fingerprints as carefully as possible, hoping to find something from them.

Song Yuner also came up to look around on the window paper, but she couldn't figure it out. The fingerprints were very light and had to be discovered by using a certain amount of light and angle. Therefore, Song Yuner did not find anything wrong. Moreover, even if she pointed it to her, she didn't know what the fingerprint was for identifying criminals. Because she didn't have any understanding of the uniqueness of fingerprints at that time.

Song Yun'er didn't know what Yang Qiuchi was looking at. Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was concentrating on what was being studied, she didn't dare to ask randomly, for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Qiuchi always felt that these fingerprints were a bit strange, but he didn't know where the strange was. So he carefully observed them from the top and down, and finally found out where the strange was. There were a few of these fingerprints that could not be seen. Maybe the finger was not covered with paste or dust, so no visible fingerprints were left. In this case, only with a magnetic fingerprint brush or a manifesting agent such as gold powder and silver powder can it be discovered and extracted.

The discovery of fingerprints made Yang Qiuchi very excited. This can be said to be a major breakthrough. As long as Feng Xiaoxue and others brought their forensic evidence extraction box and extracted the fingerprints and compared them with the fingerprints of everyone in the Yang family compound, it is easy to find the real murderer.

County Magistrate Luo came to the small attic with Song Tongzhi. At this moment, the two were lamenting the murderer's careful plan and good intentions. Fortunately, Yang Qiuchi was very careful and found out that the murderer had the way to enter the room. Now he was very clear. It turned out that this so-called secret room could enter and exit through the window. In this way, the murderer was not limited to the nanny and the little maid Zhichun!

Now, Song Tongzhi himself suspected that last night, the second concubine Zhang and the nurse complained that they had not killed the third concubine, and maybe it was really wrong. No wonder Yang Qiuchi didn't say anything last night. It turned out that he had discovered that there was something wrong here.

Song Tongzhi looked at Yang Qiuchi and asked embarrassedly: "Nephew, then, what do you think should you do?"

"Continue to check!" Yang Qiuchi answered very simply.

The scope of the case is relatively small. The case happened late at night, with tall walls of the Yang family courtyard and guards. At that time, no signs of outsiders infiltrating were found. Moreover, from the murderer tearing off the window paper, sawing the window frame, rolling in, and then covering up the entrance and exit again after coming out, judging by this series of actions, they have been planned, planned and prepared, and are very familiar with the scene. They are likely to be the locals in the Yang family courtyard.

This person must have first used a scent of fragrance to conceal the nanny Lu and the little maid Zhichun, and then sneaked in and killed people.

Since the inner house in the courtyard was closed at night, the incident occurred at 2 o'clock in the evening. At that time, the gate had already been closed from the inside, and ordinary servants of the guards in the outer house could not enter. Therefore, the scope of the investigation was determined by those who lived in the inner house that night.

Old Master Yang decided to let Butler Pang inform the Yang family and ask everyone to cooperate with the case to solve the case.

Hearing that the investigation was still necessary, all the people in the Yang family became nervous again. It was still the same rule that they went back to their houses and were not allowed to walk around at will. Song Tongzhi brought some constables, and there was enough manpower to carry out this warning mission. The temporary lobby was still in a small attic.

Song Tongzhi sat in the hall to ask about the case. County Magistrate Luo and Yang Qiuchi were judging on the left and right. Song Yuner still brought a stool and sat next to Yang Qiuchi to take the trial.

When Song Tongzhi and Yang Qiuchi discussed, the first thing they wanted to investigate was the eldest young master Yang Qingshui.

Song Tongzhi was unsure about how to investigate the case and asked Yang Qiuchi for help. Yang Qiuchi did not refuse and agreed to be the trial himself.

Taking Yang Qingshui to the temporary lobby, Yang Qiuchi brought a chair and sat down for Yang Qingshui. After all, there was no evidence to prove that he was the murderer, and Yang Qiuchi would not dare to do anything randomly. Otherwise, even if the case was solved, the relative would offend all of them. That would be meaningless.

There was a fifth-rank Tongzhi sitting in the lobby. Yang Qingshui had no fame and reasonably, he had to kneel down. But Yang Qiuchi brought him a chair for him to sit on. Yang Qingshui was a little flattered. Seeing that Song Tongzhi was nothing, he sat down with his butt.

Yang Qiuchi said: "Cousin, I am now the magistrate, and I am entrusted by Song Tongzhi, Lord Song, to be responsible for the investigation of this case. I want to ask you some questions. If you offend the place, please forgive me."

Yang Qingshui quickly stood up and bowed: "I dare not, cousin, no, Lord Yang is so serious." Then he sat down.

Yang Qiuchi is now in charge of the court. He is the status of an imperial court, and Yang Qingshui still knows this degree.

Yang Qiuchi asked, "Cousin, what were you doing the night when the third concubine died?" Although two years later, Yang Qiuchi believed that all the Yang family would remember such a big thing.

Sure enough, Yang Qingshui did not hesitate and said, "I went to bed very early that night."

"Is anyone a proof?"

"My wife and children can testify, and there are maids and servants in the yard."

"Have you ever been out late at night?"

"No. The small courtyard will also lock the courtyard door at night, and there will be servants watching."

"Cousin," Yang Qiuchi asked with a curious look: "When I first arrived in our village the day before yesterday, my uncle took me to the Yang family courtyard to look around. I found that the walls of your own small courtyards were only one person high, right?"

"Yes, there are high walls in the outer house and in the inner house. There is no need to build the small yard that is so high, otherwise it will be too breathless."

"Oh~! So that's it. That means, even though your small yard door is closed, it shouldn't be difficult if you just use a ladder or a high stool or something like climbing over the wall, right?"

"It's not difficult, it's easy - cousin, no. What does Lord Yang mean?" Yang Qingshui then realized.

"It's nothing, just ask, don't be nervous." Yang Qiuchi smiled meaningfully, then looked stern: "There are doors in front of your bedroom. The walls and courtyards are not high. You climbed over the walls in the middle of the night, and the maids and servants living at the gate of the courtyard would not know. - I am asking you now, did you sneak up on the walls and sneak out to kill the third concubine that night?"

Yang Qiuchi's official power was pretty good. His words scared Yang Qingshui. His face changed and he kept saying, "Mr. Yang. I don't have it. I didn't kill the third aunt. I have no grudges and grudges with the third aunt. Why do you want to kill her?"

"No resentment or revenge?" Yang Qiuchi smiled coldly. "Why is the third aunt who is crazy about being the first to run into your yard? Why doesn't she hug so many men, but she is the first to hug you?"

Yang Qingshui lowered her head: "What do I do, how do I know."

"Don't you know?" Yang Qiuchi asked. "Then let me ask you again, what did you say when the third aunt was holding you in a eccentric manner that day?"

Yang Qingshui's face was ashes and hesitated: "I, I can't remember it."

"No, what the third aunt said scared you so much that you screamed. Will you not remember? You don't have to hide it or not. In fact, the maid Zhichun has told us that the third aunt told you that 'promise you everything'." Yang Qiuchi turned his face and asked Song Tongzhi: "Mr. Song, I'm right."

Song Tongzhi nodded: "Yeah, what the maid Zhichundi really said."

Yang Qiuchi asked Yang Qingshui: "Cousin, why did the third aunt say that? She said she promised you, what would she promise you?"

Yang Qingshui's head hung lowered and said nothing.

Yang Qiuchi said again: "Since my cousin refuses to talk about this, I won't talk about it for now. However, since you refuse to talk about this, I won't tell you another thing about the third aunt." At this point, Yang Qiuchi picked up the teacup and slowly drank the tea.

People are curious, and Yang Qingshui is no exception. Finally, he couldn't help asking: "What is Lord Yang talking about about the Third Aunt?"

Yang Qiuchi looked at Yang Qingshui and saw that he looked eager. Just based on this, the fool could tell that he had a different relationship with the third aunt. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you, I saw the ghost of the third aunt in the small attic the night before yesterday. You know this, but do you know what she said to me?"

Yang Qingshui nodded and shook his head immediately. That day, he heard that Yang Qiuchi was very nervous when he saw the ghost of the third aunt. He had been wanting to ask Yang Qiuchi's detailed process of meeting the ghost of the third aunt, but it was difficult to speak. Now Yang Qiuchi took the initiative to talk about this matter, and Yang Qingshui leaned forward and almost raised his ears.

Yang Qiuchi got up and walked to Yang Qingshui, leaned down and leaned against his ear and said softly, "The third concubine said that she was so cold below, and she regretted rejecting you."

Yang Qingshui's eyes were wet and she asked, "Is it true? Did the third aunt really say that?"

Yang Qiuchi nodded: "Yes, I'm going to tell you that day, but there are too many people, which is inconvenient." Yang Qiuchi felt a little embarrassed and a little ashamed of using ghosts to induce offerings. It seems that without modern equipment, his forensic doctor is not much better than the ancients.

Most of the ancients believed in ghosts. Yang Qiuchi's hallucinations that night were very realistic and said in a very clear way. Yang Qingshui immediately believed them and said, "It's all my fault. I was the one who harmed her."

When they heard this, Yang Qiuchi and Song Tongzhi felt that there was a secret. It seemed that there was no problem in judging that Yang Qingshui killed the third concubine Guo. Both of them judged in their hearts that it was likely that Yang Qingshui and the third concubine had committed adultery, and the old man Yang discovered the clue. Yang Qingshui killed people to silence the words in order to prevent the affair from being exposed; it might also be that Yang Qingshui failed to force the raping and suddenly had the idea of ​​killing.

Yang Qiuchi didn't say anything. He knew that since Yang Qingshui had opened his mouth, he would definitely continue speaking.

Sure enough, Yang Qingshui continued, "Mr. Song, Lord Yang, since you suspect that I killed the third concubine, it seems that I need to explain my relationship with her to you clearly."

Yang Qiuchi and Song Tongzhi both smiled heartily and waited for him to confess.

Yang Qingshui stopped for a while before plucking up the courage and said, "Actually, I brought the third concubine home. I originally wanted to be my concubine."

When Yang Qiuchi and Song Tongzhi were both stunned when they heard this, they found that there was such a big hidden story inside.

Yang Qingshui continued: "I met the third concubine when I was studying in Yingtianfu. Although her family is poor, she is very kind and virtuous, and she looks very sweet. At that time, I was thinking about finding a concubine. As soon as I told her family, her family agreed. But I must take her home to see my parents first, so that if I like it, I can take her to formally take a concubine."

"As soon as I took her home, my father told me to go to Yangzhou to collect a debt, saying that the debtor would go south to do business soon. I don't know when I will come back. If the debt is not collected, a lot of money will be lost."

"My father urged me to set off immediately, and I couldn't delay for a moment. I didn't dare to disobey, so I had to set off immediately. Because I knew that if this matter was not done well, my parents would probably not agree to let me take a concubine."
Chapter completed!