The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si walked back one after another.

The crowd suddenly became quieter.

Chaoyun's quietness was different from other people's, with a lifeless feeling.

Zhen Shicheng couldn't see any emotion on his face, and asked calmly, "Chaoyun, did you notice anything unusual when you burned paper in the courtyard this morning?"

Chaoyun bowed his head and said nothing.

Uncle Yongchang was so angry that he lifted his foot and kicked towards Chaoyun.

"Uncle, don't be impulsive!" Zhen Shicheng hurriedly stood in front of Uncle Yongchang.

Seeing this, Yongchangbo hurriedly retracted his feet, but in the end he still swept to Zhen Shicheng.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard in pain, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle, it's really unwise for you to hurt Chaoyun before the truth comes out!"

Uncle Yongchang was so angry that his eyes darkened: "Lord Zhen, look at her like this! If she didn't kill her, why would she say nothing? Could it be that there are still people in the world who are indifferent to the crime of murder on their backs? Unless that person is the murderer! "

"Uncle is wrong." Zhen Shicheng shook his head and took a deep look at Chaoyun.

The hair of the woman in her thirties has been mixed with gray and white, and it is described as withered, her eyes are dim, and she is like a dying oil lamp that is about to burn out.

"Where is wrong?"

Zhen Shicheng sighed lightly: "There are still many situations where someone will be indifferent to the charge of murder, for example, he wants to protect the murderer, for example, he is already heartbroken and doesn't care about anything..."

When she heard "I want to protect the murderer", Chaoyun didn't react, but when she heard "My heart is ashes", she blinked and burst into tears.

Xu Shi opened the emotional valve, Chaoyun didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, the suppressed silent cry soon turned into a high cry, and the cry made people's scalp tingle.

What Yongchangbo wanted to say was stopped by Zhen Shicheng shaking his head.

A group of people just watched Chaoyun crying quietly.

And Jiang Si silently walked past a person when everyone's attention was attracted by Chaoyun, trying his best to find the murderer from the crowd.

If it weren't for Qiulu, the maid who committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake, or Chaoyun, who had been depressed for many years, who was that cunning murderer?

After a long time, Chaoyun's crying ceased.

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help but glance at Jiang Si.

Jiang Shi, who was hidden in the crowd, shook his head lightly at him.

Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart, and secretly said that Chaoyun could cry a little longer.

Chaoyun, who was crying and red-eyed, had no idea what this inscrutable adult was thinking, and wiped away his tears.

"Chaoyun, can you tell me if there was anything unusual when burning paper this morning?" Zhen Shicheng asked patiently.

When questioned, he was extremely patient, regardless of the identity of the other party.

This time, Chaoyun finally shook his head and said softly, "No."

Zhen Shicheng was overjoyed.

Chaoyun's willingness to cooperate, is undoubtedly beneficial to solving the case.

The murderer buried the bloody clothes in the place where Chaoyun burned the paper. Apart from Yongchangbo and his wife, Chaoyun may have been the closest person to the murderer.

"Chaoyun, if you think about it carefully, you may not see anything, even an abnormal sound." Zhen Shicheng reminded.

Chaoyun raised his eyes to look at Zhen Shicheng, and smiled: "Don't you think the lowly maid is the murderer?"

That smile, a kind of sarcasm.

Zhen Shicheng was not confused in his work, nor was he stupid when dealing with people. Hearing this, he immediately glanced at Uncle Yongchang, thinking that the usefulness of this uncle was really confusing.

At this time, it is natural not to add fuel to the fire, lest Chaoyun retract into the shell again.

"This official is an outsider. I only look at evidence and doubts. You are in the game, and it is normal for people to be influenced by emotions."

Chao Yun was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look at Bo Yong Chang.

Yong Changbo was silent, feeling deeply for Zhen Shicheng's words.

On weekdays, he was lenient to the two couples, and the food and clothing expenses were better than those of the aunts in other houses. Even their parents and family members had arranged errands, which was an explanation for them and him.

He just didn't give them feelings, and this was clearly stated when he was picking people back then, and he didn't force anyone.

But when one of them becomes the murderer of his wife,

That kind of generosity wasn't enough to keep him calm with her.

If he hadn't invited people from Shuntian Prefecture to intervene and found out that Chaoyun had killed his wife, he might not have been able to control the death of this woman.

Zhen Shicheng's words also touched Chaoyun a lot.

She retracted her gaze, touched her bony hand, and said in a low voice, "The poor servant went into the house after burning the paper, just lay down and heard a noise in the yard. After a while, I opened the window and looked at the yard. Nothing at all."

"How long did it take from the time you heard the sound to when you opened the window and looked?"

"About half a cup of tea."

Zhen Shicheng couldn't help frowning.

If the murderer quietly entered the West Cross Courtyard to bury the blood cloak after Chaoyun entered the house, half a cup of tea would not be enough for her to hide the blood cloak and leave.

"Do you remember the exact time you entered the house?"

"The beginning of the 90s has just passed."

Zhen Shicheng walked to the West Crossing Courtyard with his hands behind his back, stood at the gate of the Moon Cave and looked at the place where Chaoyun burned the paper.

The beginning of the 90s had just passed, and the sky was not yet bright at that time. Could Chaoyun not see clearly?

The place where Chaoyun burned the paper was in the corner of the wall, where there were low flowers and trees. If the murderer made a noise and quickly leaned down and looked out from the house, he probably didn't notice that someone was lying there, then he would naturally look at everything. not.

Zhen Shicheng suddenly thought of something, and strode back to ask Chaoyun, "Did you hear any noise when you were burning the paper?"

Chaoyun shook his head: "No."

At that time, she was immersed in the pain of missing her unborn child, and did not pay attention to the movements around her.

"So, did you cry then?"

Zhen Shicheng's question raised the eyebrows of many people.

Everyone knows that Chaoyun's temperament has changed drastically because he lost his child.

"I'm crying." Chaoyun pursed his lips and folded his hands beside him.

On this day every year, she will re-experience what it means to have a broken liver and intestines, and the pain is unbearable.

How could she not cry, that was the child she had been waiting for for so many years, the joy and support for the rest of her life.

"Cry out loud?" Zhen Shicheng asked again.

Chaoyun bit his lip hard and nodded.

Zhen Shicheng sighed softly, and probably figured out why the murderer slipped into the West Cross Courtyard to bury his bloody clothes.

The murderer left the main courtyard after committing the crime. Nine times out of ten, he heard Chaoyun crying and saw her burning paper, so the murderer decided to blame Chaoyun at that moment.

Jiang Si quietly walked to Zhen Shicheng's side, coughed lightly, saw Zhen Shicheng look over, and shook his head slightly.

Zhen Shicheng's eyebrows twitched.

not found?

"Uncle, are all the people in the back house in the yard?"

When Yongchangbo heard Zhen Shicheng's question, he couldn't help but look at the steward.

The steward hurriedly said, "It's all here."

Zhen Shicheng and Jiang Si looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Could it be that there is something wrong with their thinking?