The Golden Hairpin

Dali Temple had already transcribed a new confession, and once again took Qian Guansuo in front of him.

Qian Guansuo looked at this confession, shaking Suosuo's hand and picked up the pen again, his almost dry eyes looked at Cui Chunzhan pleadingly.

Cui Chunzhan nodded and said, "If you confess as soon as possible, you may be able to save your family's life."

With despair in Qian Guansuo's eyes, he could only grit his teeth, close his eyes, and drop the pen.

"and many more."

A low and slow voice interrupted the silence in the hall at this time.

Cui Chunzhan, who was praying not to run into trouble, knew that he still couldn't avoid this hurdle in the end, so he could only look at his immediate boss with a bitter face.

Everyone in the class also turned their attention to the source of the sound.

The person who spoke was naturally Wang Kui Li Shubai.

He sat in a chair and thought: "Cui Shaoqing, this case you broke, this king has a few things that you don't know, and you still need to clarify your doubts."

Cui Chunzhan’s tears are about to come down-Lord Kui, do you know that this matter has something to do with the lives of the people in Dali Temple? Do you know the fact that you are the supreme officer of Dali Temple?

"Please... the prince expressly."

"Since Wei Ximin was needed to steal Jin Chan in the first place, why was he able to successfully steal Jiuluan Chai later? And I once heard that after Tong Chang had that dream, I was very worried that someone would steal Jiuluan Chai. Properly treasure it in your own mansion-in that case, without Wei Ximin, how did the prisoner steal Jiuluan Chai?"

There was silence in the hall, and everyone was thinking, not daring to speak.

The emperor looked at Cui Chunzhan: "Cui Shaoqing."

Cui Chunzhan did not dare to answer, but the sweat from his back quickly penetrated his clothes: "Chen...Chen also..."

Seeing him like this, the emperor pointed to Qian Guansuo, who was half kneeling, "Say it!"

Qian Guansuo's body was like sifting chaff, lying on the ground, speechless.

The emperor gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "If you don't recruit as soon as possible, I will copy your nine races!"

Qian Guansuo's speech was confused, and he said in a panic: "The criminals... the criminals once took a group of people to the princess mansion to clean the sewers... the criminals sneaked into the waterways..."

"The princess lives on a high platform. All the food and water are sent by the maids and eunuchs. Where is the waterway from there?" the emperor said angrily, "Cui Shaoqing, would you explain how the prisoner stole the murder weapon Jiluan? hairpin?"

Cui Chunzhan was speechless, and quickly stood up and pleaded guilty: "The minister was negligent! The minister was eager to let the murderer punish the murderer as soon as possible to comfort the princess in the spirit of the sky, so he was eager to try the case, day and night, with a lack of energy, and neglected this important clue! The minister begged the emperor to wait for a while. , Rong Chen waited for another trial."

Dali Temple Cheng immediately summoned several principals to discuss with the governor. Yushi Zhongcheng Jiang Kui, who has been watching with his arms, asked slowly: "Cui Shaoqing, why do you still need to discuss what the prisoner did?"

Cui Chunzhan was also not angry about his behavior of falling into the hole, saying only: "It was only because the Ministry of Criminal Affairs sent people to cooperate with the Dali Temple during the interrogation at that time, so our Ministry was worried about whether there was an error due to poor communication."

Wang Lin, who wanted to stay out of the business, saw that he was finally dragged in, so he had no choice but to say: "It's true, but I am busy with affairs. I only let me use the best manpower and try my best. As for other things, this department focuses on others. Using laws to convict and punish matters cannot help much."

The emperor listened to the three law divisions shuddering each other, each of them would only disturb the muddy water. He could only look back at Concubine Guo Shu, and saw that she was sitting in a daze. After losing her daughter, she suddenly seemed to be several years old. He couldn't help but feel miserable. We are in the same boat with ourselves.

He stood up and shouted: "Shut up all to me!"

Everyone was silent immediately.

The emperor's gaze crossed the whole hall and finally fell on Huang Zixia: "Yang Chonggu!"

Huang Zixian quickly responded: "The slave and maid are here."

"You are the person I appointed to assist Dali Temple. What do you think about this case?"

Huang Zixia looked at him and said: "This matter is so entangled that it cannot be explained in a few words. The death of the princess is also caused by the step-by-step linking of various links. There are coincidences and human actions, and they cannot be explained separately. If your majesty allows, the servants implore Wei. From the beginning of Ximin’s death, I will tell your Majesty from the beginning to the end of everything that has happened."

The emperor reluctantly calmed down his anger, and said coldly to her: "Well, since the three law divisions can't tell, then you can tell me about this case again, and all the causes and consequences will be explained to me!"

"Yes." Huang Zixian bowed, "The slave-maid believes that the beginning of the whole case was an incident of humiliation of a woman, but the clue that connected all the cases is a painting-the royal brush of the first emperor in the house of Zhang Xingying. It may also be the first emperor's outstanding pen."

Huang Zixian motioned to Zhang Xingying to show the painting, and said: “We still don’t know why the Emperor Xian painted this painting, and what the real meaning of this painting is. But one thing is beyond doubt, that is, in this case The murderer’s method, or the method of death of three people, is exactly the same as the graffiti above."

The emperor looked at the painting with a complicated expression and asked, "Is this really the first emperor's handwriting?"

"Undoubtedly." Li Shubai said.

The emperor took the painting and examined it for a long time. He took a deep breath and said, "I don't know what the emperor left behind such a painting. What does it mean?"

"It's not clear yet. It's just that the three dead in this case, Wei Ximin, were burned to death in accordance with the thunder from the sky in the first picture. The second picture is the people trapped in the iron cage, indicating that This is the death of Sun Leizi. In the third picture, Luan Feng flew down and pecked at people. It should be..." She looked at the emperor and stopped talking. The emperor already knew that what she wanted to say was his daughter who died under Jiuluanchai.

The emperor held the painting and looked at it for a long time, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Why does the painting left by the first emperor coincide with this murder case ten years later?"

"Although the emperor is wise and martial, from the point of view of slaves and maidservants, it should never be possible to know these homicides ten years later, and it is even impossible to paint the homicides as such graffiti to show future generations. I think, The first emperor’s painting must have other intentions, but now in this case, it was used for another purpose-the murderer was committing the crime, in order to cover up the crime for himself, he was accused of condemnation. I see this After the painting, he deliberately planned three homicides in accordance with the painting, in an attempt to hide people's eyes and eyes with sensationalism, in order to escape punishment!"

The emperor nodded slowly, and said, "Then, if anyone knows the shape of the painting and the graffiti on it, you can basically delineate the murderer."

"Exactly, this is one aspect of the murderer's self-defeating effect. On the one hand, this technique makes these three cases seem confusing and unpredictable; but on the other hand, it also makes these three cases linked together so that people can clearly understand. Knowing that the murderer in these three cases was the same person. We can combine the intersection of the three deceased's lives, and we can infer that all the people killed by this person are closely related to Lu Dicui—and, This person has also seen this painting collected by the Zhang family."

The eyes of everyone in the hall suddenly fell on Zhang Xingying.

Zhang Xingying was suddenly extremely nervous under the attention of everyone, and took a step back at a loss. And Huang Zixian stared at Zhang Xingying and said, "Yes, it seems that Zhang Xingying’s suspicion is very big. Among the people involved in the case of Lu Dicui, Lu Dicui himself, was there when Wei Ximin and Sun Feizi died. The time of the crime, but when the princess died, she was detained in the clean room of Dali Temple. It is completely impossible to escape and kill people and return to the original place without knowing it.

"Lv Zhiyuan, he had time to commit crimes when the princess was alive, but when Wei Ximin died, he was taken home because he was too tired, and he was looked after by the doctor and the neighbors next door. There was absolutely no way and no time to run from Fengyifang where he was at that time. Go to Jianfu Temple to kill. When Sun Laizi died, he also buried himself in the candle shop to make up the giant candles at Jianfu Temple. Many shopkeepers and guests in West Market can testify.

"Only...Zhang Xingying, he has no proof of his alibi at any time. In other words, Zhang Xingying was always there when the three murders happened."

Everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Xingying. Zhang Xingying took a step back in panic, and subconsciously defended: "No...I, I didn't kill..."

Zhou Ziqin was also anxious, and quickly took Zhang Xingying's hand, and said anxiously: "Chonggu, Brother Zhang has a reason to kill, but I believe that he will not kill the princess! Even if he wants to kill, he will definitely not. Using such a method, he is such a straightforward person, it is impossible for him to arrange so many strategies!"

Huang Zixia nodded at him, and then said to everyone: "According to the chronological order, the first murder was the mystery of Wei Ximin's death in Jianfu Temple. The key mystery of his death lies in the huge crowd of people at Jianfu Temple. The candle exploded. At that time, countless people in the temple scattered and fled. There was only a slight flame on others. Only Wei Ximin was unbiased and burned to death. For this case, everyone said it was a divine condemnation. However, how could heaven be true for one person How moved? In my opinion, his death was only carefully arranged by the murderer. No matter whether there is a thunderbolt from heaven or not, Wei Ximin will die in flames on that day!"

Li Run widened those clear eyes and asked, "But...except for the gods and Buddhas, is there really someone in the world who can control the thunderbolt and make the thunder and fire burn to the person he wants to kill?"

"Well, it looks like an impeccable retribution, but unfortunately, the murderer still left clues on the scene. Let us follow it and find out many doubts." Huang Zixia's eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the hall. Even the emperor and Concubine Guo Shu, who came just to question the death of Princess Tongchang, listened intently with great doubts.

Huang Zixian turned her head and nodded to Zhou Ziqin.

Zhou Ziqin has cooperated very well with her now, and immediately went to the library to fetch the wire, handed it to her, and asked, "Is the wire we found at Jianfu Temple helpful to the case?"

"Well, this is a method used by the murderer to conceal himself, and it is also a method by which the murderer kills." She said, took the wire, pointed to the side that was burned to blue and said, "This color Obviously, it is not possible to burn the flames sprinkled on the spot. This color requires a long time to burn-then, in Jianfu Temple at that time, where there is a long-lasting flame that can be burned by a wire for such a long time. What about the burning of time? I think there is only one place, and that is the two giant candles in Jianfu Temple. Of course, the only ones who can insert this kind of thing into the candle are—" She took this wire and turned her head to look. Xiang has been standing silently at the last Lu Zhiyuan.

"I would like to ask, Mr. Lu, what is your purpose when you insert this iron wire into the candle wick?"