Because of her remarks, everyone sighed.
Ji Yunshu moved lightly, walked beside Zhang Daqi, and said, "And among those who died, the murderer also lost his love. One day..." She lifted up the yellow paper in her hand that might be torn when the wind blows. "He turned to this piece of paper left by his ancestors, and only after seeing the thirty-two characters on it did he know that it was the Great Buddha. There is a dry well under the base of the house, so in order to prevent the strange things in Zhangjia Village from continuing to happen, he started the sacrifice that the ancestors of the Zhang family had not completed..."
Uh!
As if a gust of wind was slowly pouring in.
It made everyone tremble.
Arms trembling!
Hearing this, Jing Yi scolded coldly, "Don't be alarmist here, what priest? What thirty-two words? It's clear that you made it up and deliberately wanted to excuse Zhang Daqi."
Jing Rong immediately turned back, "This is solid evidence, why is it alarmist? This is far more proof than if you had no evidence and no evidence to conclude that Zhang Daqi was the murderer."
"you… "
"Wang Yi can't be patient and continue to listen."
"… "
Jing Yi's face turned blue.
snorted.
The two of them seemed to be burning with a raging fire.
Upon seeing this, Master Li hurriedly broke the fire and asked Ji Yunshu, "Mr. Ji, where did this piece of paper in your hand come from?"
Ji Yunshu replied, "I got it from Zhang Daqi's house."
"So, isn't the murderer Zhang Daqi?"
"No, the murderer wasn't him."
"Who is that?"
Ji Yunshu stared at Zhang Daqi, who was shivering on his knees, and said, "It's his father, Zhang Yicheng."
Absolutely!
Zhang Yicheng.
Hearing these three words, Village Chief Zhang was full of surprise, and it was as if he had been hit in the head.
Zhang Yicheng, he knows!
"No... Impossible! How could it be Old Man Zhang? How could he kill someone?"
And Zhang Daqi was also very excited, opened his mouth "Aah" for a while, but was speechless.
Master Li asked, "Mr. Ji, do you have any evidence?"
"Of course there is!"
She took out a handkerchief, showed the small black body inside in front of everyone's eyes, and then took out the square silver piece that was taken from the old man Zhang's wheelchair.
Then, he repeated the conclusions he had drawn before in the lobby of the Ministry of Punishment.
The murderer suffers from skeletal disease.
When killing, the medicine rubbed against Gao Meng's ear.
At that time, he was seen by Si Si, so when the lights in Zhang's ancestral hall went out, he rolled out in a wheelchair and killed Si Si with a silver needle.
"As long as you find old man Zhang, you will know if he has this medicine on his hands? And the most important point, he can so accurately pierce the silver needle into Si Si's Tianling cover in the dark, it can be seen that his eyes are extraordinary, as long as Please ask Mr. Mo, the genius doctor of Yuhua Pavilion, to take a look, and you will know." After speaking, she looked at Jing Yi again, "As for what King Yi wrote in the case, he thought that there was Zhang Daqi's blood on the stone, so he regarded him as For the murderer, it is even more ridiculous, without any justification."
Ha ha!
Jing Yi: "Mr. Ji, you tested the blood on the stone yourself. Could it be fake?"
"Of course not."
"Since it's not fake, then tell me, if the murderer is not Zhang Daqi, why is there the blood of the deceased and Zhang Daqi's blood on the stone."
Ji Yunshu smiled contemptuously, "It seems that just now, King Yi didn't listen carefully to those thirty-two words."
"… "
"Mixing with blood, the Buddha descends in the well, which means that if you want to complete the priesthood, you must mix the blood with the blood of the dead and put it into the well, so every time Old Man Zhang kills a person, he will take blood on his son's face. Because the cleanest and freshest blood in the human body is the blood on the human face.”
Um
Jing Yi retorted, "But since there are eight people, why is there only seven scars on Zhang Daqi's face?"
He seemed to have caught Ji Yunshu's omission and planned to step on both feet desperately.
Happens—
"King Yi not only didn't listen to the thirty-two words carefully, it turns out that he didn't even read his eyes carefully." Ji Yunshu stepped forward and pulled Zhang Daqi's hair back, revealing the eighth point from the root of his ear to the mandible. Road scars. "
The truth is revealed!
Zhang Daqi shouted "Uh uh uh".
in tears.
And Jing Yi is like being pushed to the edge of a cliff, with falling rocks flying around his feet, if he doesn't pay attention, he will fall into the abyss.
Unwilling, he grabbed the last straw and asked, "Then how do you explain that Gao Mengxu went to that ruined temple? Where did the smell of tiger skin in his hands come from? Everything is faked by you."
Ji Yunshu was silent.
Jing Rong snapped his fingers unhurriedly.
Immediately, someone brought in a tiger skin.
dropped on the ground.
Tiger skin has a great taste.
Um
He explained, "This is a high-quality tiger skin collected by Old Man Zhang. It has not been completely deodorized. It is from Nanlin just like the tiger skin that Gao Meng brought to Beijing. This king has already checked it. I have been to Nanlin Anlang, presumably, he and Gao Meng should know each other. Therefore, he will know that Gao Meng was born in the lunar month of the yin year. A few days ago, Gao Meng entered Beijing for business. Wang guessed that he should have invited him to the ruined temple on the grounds that he had a tiger skin in his hand to sell to him, and when the two talked about buying and selling, the smell of tiger skin would naturally remain on his hands."
"Nonsense." Jing Yi reprimanded.
"Since King Yi thinks it's nonsense, then I don't know how you explain the weird ways of dying and what Mr. Ji said just now?"
"This..." He was speechless, looking at Wen Shisan beside him.
Wen Shisan understood what he meant and obviously wanted him to save the scene.
but-
Wen Shisan stepped forward and said, "The way those deceased died is really weird. Before that, Wen was also puzzled, but after listening to Mr. Ji and Prince Rong's explanations, the doubts in his heart finally became clear. It seems that Zhang Daqi was indeed wronged, and the murderer was his father Zhang Yicheng."
Uh!
What
Jing Yi was extremely shocked, his face turned black to the extreme.
Unexpectedly, he would be bitten by his own dog.
"Thirteen, you..."
"My lord, Wen is just talking about things. What Mr. Ji said is indeed well-founded."
Jing Yi's forehead burst with blue veins, his fists clenched tightly.
A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"cough cough..."
At this moment, some of the people onlookers coughed violently.
I saw a rickety man wearing a bamboo hat struggling to squeeze out of the crowd and walking in step by step. His shoes were very tattered and muddy water was still dripping.
As he came in, he took off the hat on his head, revealing a vicissitudes of life and a wrinkled face.
Old man Zhang!