PDLP Chapter 146: The Same Crime
Chapter 146: The Same Crime
"Ninth Miss, isn't this too arbitrary?" Jiang Yun, the Junior Chancellor of the Dali Temple, looked respectful, but there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
How could a shallow woman know that the deceased was murdered by revenge just by looking at the corpse for a few times and asking the coroner a few questions?
Lord Shi had told him before that the ninth young lady of the Xie family had solved a strange case in Shicheng within two hours. He was secretly impressed by her, but now he began to doubt the authenticity of this matter.
Feng Jia was not annoyed and said, "Three o'clock."
"What?" Jiang Yun looked at Shi Xun, then turned to look at Feng Jia, and finally looked at the corpse. He didn't understand.
"Three pieces of evidence. First, there are marks of binding on the left and right wrists and ankles of the corpse. The marks are very deep, and there is bleeding from friction. This is the result of being tied up before death and struggling."
"But this doesn't mean that the deceased was killed due to revenge!" Jiang Yun looked at him with a frown.
Feng Jia ignored him and continued, "Second, the deceased had his lungs pierced. Damage to the lungs will not kill you immediately, but it will cause a large amount of gas to be stored in the chest cavity for a short period of time, and blood will fill the chest cavity. The chest pressure will increase dramatically, first compressing the lungs, then the heart and blood vessels, and then you will have difficulty breathing, unable to speak, and finally go into shock and suffocate to death."
She pointed at the dead man's fingers and said, "There is thick dirt under the dead man's fingernails, and the fingertips are rubbed to the point of bleeding. From the marks on the ground, we can see that the dead man's wrists were tied, and he kept struggling and rubbing, while his fingers were curled up on the ground and kept digging at the ground. He was suffering from the great pain caused by lung puncture before he died."
"The victim will suffer a fate worse than death during the whole process, so this kind of death often occurs in revenge killings."
Jiang Yun nodded, but still said: "That doesn't mean the deceased was killed for revenge!"
Feng Jia still ignored him and said, "The third point is also the most important one."
She stood up, strode a step to the right rear of the corpse, then squatted down, clenched her fists, placed them in front of her chest, and stared fixedly at Gu Weifeng's corpse in the distance, without moving.
Li Yunyu's eyes moved slightly.
Shi Xun's face darkened.
Only Jiang Yun was confused and kept asking, "What? Did I miss something?"
"Bloodstains." Shi Xun's face, which had been gloomy due to the torture of the case, finally showed a smile, and he looked at Feng Jia with a bit of approval.
Jiang Yun squatted next to Feng Jia, looked left and right, but still couldn't figure out what it was: "What bloodstains?"
Feng Jia pointed to the place a little bit ahead of her feet: "Here. The murderer was squatting here, holding the murder weapon in his hand, watching Dean Gu struggling to death."
Jiang Yun imitated Feng Jia's posture, clenched his fist, pretended to grab the murder weapon, and then placed his hand directly above the bloodstain. Suddenly he realized, "Yes, yes! This bloodstain is far away from the corpse and is in a separate area. It is definitely not sprayed out after the victim was stabbed. It must be blood dripping from the murder weapon!"
Feng Jia nodded: "Judging from the shape of the drops, the blood drops were caused by repeated drops at this distance and angle, so the murderer stayed in this place for a long time."
"From the above three points, we can infer that, in addition to the murderer's sadistic tendencies, the most likely reason for the killing was revenge."
Jiang Yun was so excited that he couldn't hide it: "I've learned a lesson!"
After saying this, he bowed to Feng Jia sincerely and said, "Ninth Miss, I admire you!"
Feng Jia smiled modestly.
"It may not necessarily be a vendetta." Li Yunyu suddenly said.
"What do you mean?" Feng Jia frowned.
Li Yunyu pointed to the deceased's chest: "All the organs are still there, but the heart is gone."
The heart is missing?
Feng Jia suddenly thought of the burned scripture. There was a cult ritual that involved digging out people's hearts and livers.
After a pause, Feng Jia turned around and said, "The missing heart is indeed suspicious, but the possibility of revenge cannot be ruled out. What is the murder weapon?"
Li Yunyu said: "It is a short round cylindrical object about three and a half inches long."
About three and a half inches long, a short cylinder? Feng Jia's face was solemn.
After a while, Feng Jia asked Shi Xun: "Have you found the murder weapon?"
Shi Xun shook his head: "It is very likely that he was taken away by the murderer."
"If the murderer walked out of the academy, the people on the street might have seen him."
Jiang Yun sighed: "We asked the people we sent out, and they said there was nothing unusual, and they didn't see anyone coming in or out of the Gu Family Private School."
Unexpectedly, Miss Zhou was not found, and Gu Weifeng died again, and several people fell into silence.
Feeling that someone was looking at him, Shi Xun turned around with a smile on his face: "Miss Jiu, do you have anything to say?"
"Lord Shi, may I have a word with you?" Feng Jia asked.
The two of them walked along the nine-curve corridor and went straight to the flower hall, where Feng Jia stopped.
Above her head was a gorgeous wisteria that bloomed in July. The wisteria cascaded down like a waterfall, and the breeze caressed her face, sending fragrance. Shi Xun stared at the wisteria branches for a long time, then moved his eyes to the girl's soft face: "Ninth Miss, please speak."
"The murder weapon is a hairpin with a sharpened tip." Feng Jia said.
Shi Xun was a little surprised: "Why is Miss Nine so sure?"
Just as he finished speaking, something was thrown into his hand. Shi Xun took it and frowned slightly at the cold and hard feeling of it.
With his hands spread out, there was a silver hairpin.
The shape of the hairpin is a very simple pear blossom pattern, which can be seen everywhere in the market. However, the difference of this silver hairpin is that its tip has been sharpened to a very sharp point, so sharp that a light scratch with a finger can create a sharp wound.
Shi Xun was slightly stunned. This silver hairpin could definitely kill people.
"This servant accidentally found this in the academy. It is very likely that the murderer used a similar silver hairpin to kill Dean Gu. If we follow this hairpin, we may find clues."
"why?"
Shi Xun did not say it explicitly, but Feng Jia heard it and replied, "To be honest, sir, I felt uneasy when I got this silver hairpin a few days ago, so I secretly sent people to find the owner of this silver hairpin. Unfortunately, before I could find out, Dean Gu was killed."
"After seeing the wound today, I know that the murderer must be the owner of the silver hairpin. The clues that I cannot find may be found in the Dali Temple, so I offer this silver hairpin to you. I hope that Lord Shi can find the real murderer as soon as possible, so that Dean Gu can rest in peace in the netherworld."
After saying that, he bowed towards Shi Xun.
A hint of confusion flashed across Shi Xun's brows, but the confusion was quickly resolved.
It's not that he doesn't think Xie Lanzhao is the murderer. In fact, the first person he investigated after the incident was Feng Jia. He learned that she had been unemployed at home in the past few days, and the servants in her house could testify that she had no time to commit the crime. Now she handed the hairpin to him with both hands. If she was the murderer, wouldn't it be like she was delivering herself to the door?
As for why Feng Jia was so kind, Shi Xun naturally didn't believe such nonsense as letting Dean Gu rest in peace. It must be that the hairpin had become a hot potato after the murder. If it was found by the Dali Temple, Feng Jia would definitely be treated as a suspect. But if she handed it over voluntarily, and if the murderer was caught, she would have made a contribution.
Shi Xun couldn't help but look at her again. She raised her head slightly. Her skin was originally fair, and with a little rouge on her face today, she looked even more dazzling. Even the wisteria flowers in the pavilion were eclipsed.
"Okay." Shi Xun only said this one word, but Feng Jia knew that this word was equivalent to I believe you.
Feng Jia then continued, "I feel that Zhou Muqi's disappearance and the private school murder case were probably caused by the same person."