Xue He widened his eyes, bloodshot all over his eyes.
Almost burst out.
Finally, no strength!
The two guards also released him.
Xue He lay limply on the ground, dying, stretched out his hand in a trembling manner, opened his blood-filled mouth, and couldn't say a word.
Still dead!
Dead restless.
The guard threw the bottle of medicine on the ground.
Nayan put on the bucket hat again and left the cell.
After that, everyone only knew that Xue He committed suicide because of guilt and because he couldn't face the facts in front of him.
No doubt!
Fang Tong and Jiang Wen were convicted and sentenced to ten years in prison because of their involvement in this matter and their false testimony in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice!
As for Bingzheng, Liuhe ordered his body to be returned to his hometown.
for burial.
Dust to dust, dust to dust.
In this "battle", the three kings Natuo won a big victory.
And the next day, news came from the city department.
According to Ji Yunshu's explanation, the jailer said that Liu San would be notified when she woke up.
Ji Yunshu immediately went to the prison.
Liu San has woken up.
When he saw Ji Yunshu, the first thing he said was: "You are finally here."
Ji Yunshu stood in front of him, stared at his peeling and white hands, and asked, "Tell me, why did you kill Su Qiao? Why did you hide her head in plaster and transport it to Gaoding?"
Liu San smiled and asked her, "Then can you tell me first, how did you guess it?"
"Actually, it's only two o'clock."
"Which two points?" "I've been wondering, when did the murderer put the stone made of plaster into the box? The old merchant said that he had the key in his hand, and the box was always guarded, then It would be very difficult for outsiders to open the box unless... their own people! This is the first point. As for the second point, your hand, I have seen the stone made of plaster, it is very well made, and from the outside, it is completely I can't see any abnormality, it can be seen that the person uses plaster all the year round as a sample, and only the hands of people who have been in contact with plaster all the time will be like yours. I even asked an old businessman, and he said that you are from Nanshen,
It's the same place as Du Mubai and Su Qiao! So I think... you're right. "
After listening to Liu San, he smiled again and asked again, "Do you know what it's like to watch the woman you like waiting for someone else's man?"
Ji Yunshu did not respond. "Su Qiao and I have known each other for a long time, but she was confused and fell in love with a man who didn't love her at all. Even after that man died, she ran all the way to Gaoding just to find Du Mubai and committed suicide. The truth is, but she is a girl, what can she find? In the end...
However, she committed suicide in a river outside Gaoding City, and by the time I arrived, she was already dead! I brought her body back to Nanshen for burial! In the past six years, I dreamed countless times, dreaming that she told me that she wanted to be buried with Du Mubai, and that my illness was slowly acquired from that time. So, I finally decided to bring her corpse to Gaoding, but six years later, the only thing that was not damaged was the head. I knew that it was impossible to bring a head into Gaoding, so I thought of using plaster. Make a stone, hide the head inside and transport it in, and then find out where Du Mubai's cemetery is, and let them be buried together at that time. head
exposed. "
Sure enough, Su Qiao was indeed drowned!
Ji Yunshu frowned tightly.
But he also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
And just around the corner of the cell, Jing Rong and Li Cheng also heard it.
In the end, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Du Mubai's case of stealing poems is closed.
Now Su Qiao's case is closed.
Now the case of Du Mubai's murder remains!
Of course, one more...
After returning to the City Division.
Li Cheng asked: "Although the murderer of Du Mubai has not been found, there is still one thing that is unclear, that is, Wenshe is haunted! Who did this? But there are many people who are real seen."
Ji Yunshu: "There are no ghosts in this world."
"Nawenshe..."
"There will be no more hauntings in the future."
"Are you so sure?"
Ji Yunshu was silent.
Li Cheng doubted: "Do you know something?"
She still doesn't speak.
And Li Cheng is not stupid: "Could it be..."
He got it!
"So it's not someone else who pretends to be a ghost, it's Bingzheng!"
The crowd suddenly realized.
But people are dead.
At this time, Wen She came.
"Master Li, Wenshe sent some books."
"Book?"
"Xiao Heguan said, didn't Mr. Ji ask if the books that were brought in the night Du Mubai committed suicide were still there? I found a few books when I was cleaning up Bingzheng's belongings, and said that these books were sent in that night. , the adults have some impressions, so let me quickly bring them over."
Ji Yunshu took it first.
Seven in total!
It's all ordinary books, nothing strange.
Li Cheng took it over and looked at it and said, "These books are all too common. They are all sold in major bookstores. It's difficult to find out who they are from these books."
Saying that, he put the book on the table beside him.
But it was only put on the table, and the seven books fell down.
Several books were opened.
Li Cheng is about to pick up—
Ji Yunshu suddenly said, "Wait."
Li Cheng's fingertips shrank back when they touched the book.
"Any questions?"
Ji Yunshu picked up one of the open books.
Eyes tightened.
His gaze fell on a mark above.
Not very clear.
Only printed on the corners.
"This mark..." So familiar.
I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.
Her slender fingertips touched the mark lightly.
"Drunk Moon Pavilion!"
Yes, Drunk Moon Pavilion.
Du Xiner's "Book of Poems" is also printed with a pattern similar to this mark.
She said immediately, "I need pen and paper."
Although she didn't know what she wanted to do, Li Cheng immediately ordered someone to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Based on his own impression, Ji Yunshu quickly drew the imprint on the "Book of Poems" on the white paper with the weight of his brushstrokes.
Then I also drew the imprint on the book in my hand.
Both blots are blurry.
Like a complete graph, divided into two halves.
She has the ability to touch bone portraits, but finds it a little difficult to restore this vague pattern.
But her intuition told her that this imprint must not be simple.
Even the key to breaking the whole case.
Li Cheng asked Jing Rong softly, "What the hell is she doing?"
Jing Rong did not respond to him.
Instead, he focused all his attention on Ji Yunshu. After half an hour, Ji Yunshu finally recovered those vague imprints little by little.