Facing Qingzi's corpse, Tang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said to Suizhou, "We are too careless!"
Sui Zhou frowned: "She has suffered on behalf of others and concealed the real murderer."
Tang Fan nodded: "She admitted it was too happy just now, but I felt strange. I wanted to bring her back and interrogate her carefully, but I didn't expect her to be so decisive, and she committed suicide in a blink of an eye!"
Suizhou: "What did you think of just now?"
Tang Fan: "Dongchang! Even if Qingzi wanted to kill Zheng Cheng herself, not to mention how she got the money from Zheng Cheng, and how well she knew about acupuncture points, she only said that she was a brothel girl, Why can Dongchang intervene and snatch the body from your Beizhen Fusi, this is very suspicious!"
Sui Zhou nodded, obviously he had thought of this just now.
The two are synchronized in many ideas, which makes it rare for them to have a tacit understanding that is different from others when investigating a case.
Suizhou said: "I'll check the East Factory."
Tang Fan understood: "I will continue to investigate Qingzi's side."
Sui Zhou nodded slightly, didn't say much, and left immediately.
Tang Fan looked at Qingzi lying on the ground. At this time, her beauty was still the same, but she lost the flamboyant temperament of when she was an oiran. There was a dagger deep in her chest, the blood had slowly solidified, and her body began to stiff.
When a person dies like a lamp goes out, as soon as you step into the Yin-Yang River, you will have nothing. No matter how much money you have, your beauty and beauty are all in vain.
Qing Zi would commit suicide, obviously because she was afraid that she would be interrogated after entering the prison, and then she would reveal the real culprit behind her. Or something, prompting Qingzi to cover for the real murderer.
But as soon as she died, Tang Fan and the others really cut off the clues and couldn't trace it any further
Obviously not.
No matter how brave Qing Zi is, she is still only a brothel woman with limited eyesight, and it is impossible to think too far.
Tang Fan began to speculate from other angles.
She buys a house outside and wants to redeem herself, not for herself or for others. If it is for herself, then she cannot commit suicide, because people who are greedy for life and fear death will not let go as long as they have the chance to survive. Then she must be for someone else.
Just because he knew that he had been found out, no matter what the outcome was, it would not be much better. Rather than being tortured and telling the truth, it was better to commit suicide so that the people behind him could be protected.
The people behind...
Tang Fan stood up: "Pharaoh."
Pharaoh: "Master Tang?"
Tang Fan: "You said before that Qingzi asked a maid beside her to buy a house for her. Where is that maid now?"
Old Wang: "Sir, that maid is not in the Huanyi Building today, she must have been taken away, but we followed her for many days, and we know where Miss Qingzi bought the house, and I asked Lao Gao to guard it outside the house. It's on!"
Tang Fan nodded in appreciation: "Now you go there and stare, and replace Lao Gao. I have something to ask him. Also, the corpse of this girl Qingzi has been taken over and buried."
Old Wang should be, and left in a hurry.
Lao Gao came over soon, and he reported the results of his tracking and tracking these days to Tang Fan one by one: "Sir, that house is on Dongxiaobi Street in the outer city, I asked the people nearby, where is it? The house is not expensive, but it is very strange that no one has lived in the house since it was bought."
Tang Fan: "Can someone come in and out?"
Old Gao: "Except for the servant girl who hired someone to go in and clean up, I didn't see anyone going in."
Tang Fan pondered for a moment: "That's it, you come with me, I want to see it myself."
Lao Gao hurriedly said, "Sir, it's dirty and messy there, I'm afraid it will defile a noble like you!"
Tang Fan laughed: "How come I'm a noble person, and you can't even ask about some things. I have to go to find out the situation."
Seeing that Lao Gao couldn't stop him, he had to go out with him.
Tang Fan didn't know why Lao Gao said that until he got to the ground.
The so-called Xiaobi Street in the south of the city is actually a slum.
Because it is close to the mass graves on the outskirts of the city, people with the slightest conditions will definitely not be willing to live here. Over time, this place has become a gathering place for the three religions and nine streams. There is a dilapidated Taoist temple not far away, and the sewage is flowing nearby , flies are flying around, and many people's clothes are sewed and patched. Compared with the decent appearance of the major government offices in the inner city, this place is like another world.
In contrast, Tang Fan, who was clean, fair-skinned and handsome, and did not wear official uniforms, stood here like an alternative, instantly attracting many different eyes, many of whom were malicious.
However, Lao Gao was wearing the clothes of the yamen and followed him with a knife and no one dared to make trouble.
The two came to an old mansion.
"My lord, this is the house that Qingzi bought."
Tang Fan was in such an environment, and knew that Qingzi bought this house, and it was absolutely impossible for her to live in it. She could even get 5,000 taels of money for redemption, so how could she end up here? Her beauty really wants to live here, I'm afraid it might as well be safer in Huanyi Building.
The house was locked, but Lao Gao was agile and had his own way of unlocking the lock with three or two strokes.
Tang Fan pushed open the door and entered. Although the interior has been redecorated and taken care of, there is still a smell of staleness, and it looks like it has been dusty for many years.
Lao Gao followed behind Tang Fan, his heart was a little cold: "Sir, this house is gloomy, I'm afraid no one lives there!"
Tang Fan jokingly said, "Didn't you, Lao Gao, go to the outskirts to spend the night at the mass graves? Why are you scared?"
Lao Gao laughed: "Look at what you said, this is all from when I was young, when I was ignorant, I was still urinating on other people's graves, and now I don't dare to give me ten more courage!"
The yard was empty and desolate. A few old trees were listless and withered. There was a wooden barrel by the well, but it looked as dilapidated as this yard.
Tang Fan stepped inside and pushed open the door of the main house, but was stunned for a moment.
In this small main house, there are no chairs or coffee tables. There is only a table in the middle with some fresh fruits on it, and there are four neat tablets in the back. The two tablets in the center are raised and slightly lower. There are two more.
Tang Fan took a closer look and saw that these fresh fruits had been in storage for some time, and they were a little soft when pressed. From the perspective of time, the time when Qingzi hired someone to come and clean them could match.
Four tablets, naturally four people.
First test Feng's spiritual position.
The spiritual position of the first concubine Feng Qin.
The spiritual position of the second sister Feng's Qing An.
The spiritual position of the fourth brother Feng's Qingning.
From the name on the tablet, it is not difficult to speculate that Qing Zi was probably surnamed Feng before entering the brothel, and these people were really her family.
The untimely death of my parents and the loss of my family is truly embarrassing.
But there is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason. She has been in the brothel for so many years, and she has received countless benefactors. Tang Fan doesn't believe that she will kill Zheng Cheng just because she can't stand him. thus taking lives.
Father, mother, second sister, fourth brother.
Where was Qingzi's ranking at home before
If it is the eldest daughter, where did the third child of the Feng family go
Tang Fan pondered for a moment: "Old Gao!"
Lao Gao: "Hey, what's your order?"
Tang Fan: "Didn't you ask your neighbors about this family before, did you ask the previous owner of this house?"
Lao Gao: "I have asked, but this place was completely burnt out by a fire a few years ago, and many of the original residents were either burned to death or moved out. Only one old man has a little impression, saying that it was dozens of people. A few years ago, there was a family with the surname Feng. Later, I didn't know what happened, and people from the government came to the door overnight. The men in the family were all conscripted into the army, and the women fell ill and died. Very, this house was also sealed up, and he didn't dare to inquire, and later they said that this house was haunted, and no one dared to live there!"
Tang Fan frowned: "Ten years ago specifically?"
Lao Gao hurriedly said, "He doesn't even remember it. I guess it was 13 or 14 years ago, because they said that Qing Zi was only six years old when she was sold into the brothel, and she is nineteen this year, isn't it just right?"
Tang Fan pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "Go, go back to Shuntianfu!"
Lao Gao: "Ah? You didn't watch it?"
Tang Fan: "Don't look at it, I have a clue."
As he spoke, he hurried out. Lao Gao looked back at the dark room and the tablets. He couldn't help shivering, and quickly stepped out.
As soon as Tang Fan returned to Shuntian Mansion, he immediately went to find the dossier from thirteen years ago.
There is an advantage to being in Shuntian Prefecture. As the highest administrative agency in charge of the Gyeonggi region, all events, big or small, will be sorted into categories.
Tang Fan focused his attention on major cases thirteen years ago, but unfortunately, he searched all night and found no information about the Feng family's crimes.
Seeing that the sky was bright, he felt that his eyes were extremely sour and his head was heavy.
Are you looking in the wrong direction
Thirteen years ago, it was the first year of Chenghua, the year the current emperor ascended the throne.
Tang Fan held his head and tried to recall, what happened that year
After the death of his parents, he went abroad to study alone, and he knew a lot about the world. It wasn't just those nerds who only read books. It must have been a serious crime when the whole family of men like the Feng family were sent into exile. If you don't commit the crime yourself, you are implicated.
Tired... even sitting
Tang Fan wrote a few words stroke by stroke on the white paper.
Chenghua first year, Feng.
"Sir," Du Jiang, the inspector, reported from the door, "General Banner Sui of the Beizhen Fusi is here, and I'm seeing you outside."
Tang Fan couldn't help smiling, and sat up straight: "Invite him in!"