Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 248 Investigation

   Everyone else was dumbfounded.

  The commander of Jin Linwei said there was a ghost, what did he see Prince Jing doing? Could it be that Prince Jing--

  Qi Shuo and Lin Hao instantly understood Cheng Maoming's thoughts: they were thinking of the master of disguise.

   "Captain Cheng, what do you mean by that?" Shen Shangshu said, breaking the brief silence caused by Cheng Maoming's words.

   "This—" Cheng Maoming hesitated.

  Qi Shuo suddenly said, "Captain, at the beginning of the investigation, it's best not to be disturbed by anything else."

  Cheng Maoming was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "The prince reminded me yes."

   Preconceived not really necessary.

  Cheng Maoming's eyes fell on Yang Zhe's face again: "Yang Xiuzhuan said that someone attacked you, I don't know where the injury is?"

   Yang Zhe turned around: "On the back of the head."

   Everyone looked, and sure enough, they saw a faint brown color in the thick black hair.

   "Yang Xiuzhuan doesn't mind letting Zuzuo take a look, right?" Cheng Maoming asked politely, but his tone was unconvincing.

   Even the champion of Zhongsanyuan, or the concubine who is favored by the emperor, once it is related to the death of the prince, it is nothing.

   Don't talk about Yang Zhe, whoever harms the prince will be finished.

   "Naturally, I don't mind." Yang Zhe sat down to facilitate inspection.

   Tsukaku carefully pulled out his hair and observed the wound.

   "It looks like it was hit by a blunt object such as a rounded stone, with little force."

  Cheng Maoming glanced at Yang Zhe, and even though he offended the person, he still asked, "Can I hurt myself like this with a blunt object?"

   Zuzuo couldn't help but glance at Yang Zhe, and his voice was a little hesitant: "It's also possible... The main reason is that the wound is very shallow, and there is no weapon comparison, it is difficult to judge whether it is his own injury or someone else's murder from the perspective of the blow."

  Yang Zhe listened with a wry smile: "It seems that the lower officials are speechless."

   Han Baocheng listened and spoke for Yang Zhe.

   "Two adults, it is impossible for Yang Zhe to hurt His Highness."

   "Yes, Yang Zhe is the most important thing for His Highness. He has no reason to do this."

   "Although what Yang Zhe said is different from what we saw, we all know his character..."

   "What do you think of the prince?" Cheng Maoming asked suddenly, causing everyone to look at Qi Shuo.

Qi Shuo's expression was calm, and his unhurried tone made people unreasonably trustworthy: "Now it seems that there are two situations, one is that Yang Xiuzhuan lied, and the attack in the clean room was his bitter trick to escape, and he fabricated a truth out of thin air. Fierce. Besides, he didn't lie, and Han Jinshi and others remembered correctly, that is, one person used the time difference to pretend to be Yang Xiuzhuan and poisoned the prince's wine."

   "Isn't it impossible, even if it's disguised, how can it be exactly the same, none of us notice the difference?"

   "There is indeed such a master of disguise." Cheng Maoming answered, seeing everyone looking at him and touching his nose, "But even if they look the same, what about their behavior? Do you think there is anything unusual?"

   Several people were asked.

   "I drank a lot at that time, and it was a little noisy. I didn't notice anything unusual." Han Baocheng said.

   Zhang Liangyu nodded in agreement.

  Wen Feng recalled carefully: "Brother Yang doesn't talk much, I seem to have changed a bit, but I'm not sure. After all, I drank a lot of wine and kept talking and laughing, and it's not surprising that my voice is a little hoarse."

  Li Lan said the same as others.

   After listening to it, in fact, it was because several people drank a lot of alcohol, and the judgment was affected.

   "What about clothes?"

   Several people looked at Yang Zhe, who was wearing a bamboo-blue robe, and were not sure: "That's it."

  The styles of men's clothes are basically the same. If the colors and materials are the same, especially for older men who have been drinking, it is difficult to notice the difference.

   "Let's go to the clean room to have a look." Cheng Maoming swept around, "Yang Xiuzhuan and Han Jinshi came with us, the others stayed here, and then think about any missing details."

  The inside and outside of the restaurant has long been controlled by officials, and the clean room is no exception.

  Cheng Maoming, a time-honored brand like Wuweizhai, comes here a lot, and the clean room here is also used. He frowned at a glance: "At this time, there are people in both clean rooms?"

  The wooden plaques hanging on the doors of the two clean rooms, with the writing facing outwards, represent someone.

  Han Baocheng pointed to the clean room on the left, with suspicion in his eyes: "When Brother Yang and I came together, there were people in this room."

  Cheng Maoming instructed one of his subordinates: "Go in and have a look."

   The subordinates went in directly, and came out after a while: "Great Governor, there is no one inside."

   There is no one inside, but the wooden sign shows that there are people. This is intriguing. Either the last person who left the clean room forgot to turn over the wooden sign, or someone did it on purpose.

   "Go to another room."

   The subordinates checked it quickly, and no one was there either.

   "After Yang Xiu wrote it, did he turn over the wooden sign?"

  Yang Zhe shook his head: "I forgot."

   "Forgot?" Cheng Maoming looked suspicious.

  Yang Zhe smiled bitterly: "Xiaguan woke up with pain in the back of his head, and found blood on his hands as soon as he touched it. He was worried that something was wrong and rushed back to the private room, ignoring the flipping wooden sign."

   This explanation makes it impossible to find fault.

  Cheng Maoming stared at the door of the clean room and murmured, "That is to say, no one has entered this clean room since Yang Xiu wrote it."

   He simply called Yang Zhe to go in together.

  The clean room is long, separated from the inside and outside by a row of thick screens. Outside, there is a bronze mirror for people to tidy up their clothes on a shelf. There are two wooden buckets next to it. One holds a large bucket of clean water. The water ladle is hung on the side of the bucket. A touch of incense was burning on the high table.

   As for the inside, it is a place for people's convenience.

  Yang Zhe pointed to the entrance next to the screen: "Xiaguan was attacked when he was about to get here, and he probably fell in this position when he woke up."

  The floor of the clean room is covered with bluestone bricks. Although there are many footprints and other traces, there are almost no discarded objects, so the blood stains on the blue bricks can be easily found.

  Cheng Maoming first walked over the place with blood stains and walked inside, pinched his nose and looked around and found nothing unusual, then came out and squatted down to look at the blood stains on the ground.

   There was not much blood, but it was consistent with Yang Zhe's slight back injury.

  Cheng Maoming walked out quickly.

   Although there is incense in the clean room, it is not a pleasant place after all.

   "How is it?" Shen Shangshu asked.

   "There is nothing unusual in the clean room." Cheng Maoming said, looking at Yang Zhe, "I didn't find the murder weapon that attacked Yang Xiuzhuan."

   Everyone looked at Yang Zhe.

   "I didn't even bother to pay attention to this when I woke up." Yang Zhe said regretfully.

At this time, Director Jia of the Punishment Department came over: "Sir, I have already questioned all the people in the restaurant. There are a total of six people who have been to the clean room here, and four of them have used the clean room. The two returned when they found someone in the clean room. ."

  Shen Shangshu immediately said: "Bring all these six people here."

   Soon six well-dressed drinkers were brought before the crowd.

   (end of this chapter)