Nie Xiaoman said: "The handiwork of this thing is very exquisite, it seems to be a kind of paper cutting knife used in the study, but the edge is very sharp, enough to kill." ”

Jingmo said: "Then, Brother Zizhou's opinion should be corrected." The killer may have stabbed him with a knife first—maybe just between the throats. He didn't choke with his hands. ”

Feng Zizhou replied slowly: "But—but there is no knife wound between the throat of the deceased. The blood flowed from the face to the neck. He turned his head sideways again, "Master Nie, do you see if there is any blood on the knife?" ”

Nie Xiaoman shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Then the knife has not been used, and the deceased may have been strangled to death." Feng Zizhou seemed to have found a basis for his defense.

Jing Mo asked, "Didn't the murderer have any actions to wash up?" Didn't the blood on the knife wash it off? ”

Feng Zizhou protested: "If the knife has been used and washed again, I don't think it will be thrown behind the door again-"

Nie Xiaoman waved his hand and said, "There is no result in such an argument, Brother Zizhou, you have been busy for a long time, why haven't you found this knife yet?" ”

Feng Zizhou blushed and replied, "I inspected the body here for a while, and then I went to inform Dali Temple and contacted that Xia Yan again. Later, I came back to ask the landlord, but I couldn't find any clues. I don't think there is a clue in this case, and the dead person is a knife and pen official, and the report of the Criminal Department will not fail to record, so I have to trouble you. In fact, I haven't searched the room carefully. ”

Nie Xiaoman did not refute this defense of shirking responsibility. He is not Feng Zizhou's boss after all, and he only relies on old friends for many years, and sometimes reminds him bluntly.

Xiaoman asked again, "So what did the landlord tell you?" ”

"I asked the hostess upstairs surnamed Xie. It is said that Liu Hanfei and they are relatives - they are uncles and nephews. They were all from Hangzhou, and Han Fei came to Jinling to work as a scribe, so he lived here. He has been living here for more than a year. ”

"Good. I also want to talk to this hostess. Can you go and ask her down? ”

Feng Zizhou breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked out. Nie Xiaoman carefully walked to the desk step by step, took out a piece of hard paper, gently wrapped the knife, and put it in his bag.

Xiaoman whispered to Jing Mo: "Jing Mo, this case seems to be very complicated, if Feng Zizhou is allowed to deal with it alone, he may not be able to handle it." ”

Jing Mo nodded, but did not say anything, because he knew that Nie Xiaoman's words were indeed the truth.

The case is not only tragic and terrifying, but the murderer has no clue, if it is really related to Sima Yingyang, the relationship is not small. After all, Ying Yang is also a leader in the Jinling poetry arena, and he has some relevant reputations. Investigating such a gentry celebrity is not an easy task.

What's more, Sima Yingyang and Jing Mo still have a personal relationship, and they can't act rashly, so things are a little complicated, Nie Xiaoman pointed to the desk drawer again, and said to Jing Mo: "You can see that there is no blood on the various papers in the drawer, it can be seen that when the person checked it, his bloody hands had been washed." ”

Jing Mo said: "What do you think that person is checking over?" Could it be that something has already been taken for him? ”

Nie Xiaoman shook his head: "I don't know." It's just a mess of paper, not a single letter, so I can't tell you what to do. As he spoke, he flipped through it, took out an unfinished manuscript written in small block letters, and read, "What kind of words and articles are these...... Hmph, it can only be counted as an obscene song. ”

Xiao Man silently read a few lines and shook his head, "This kind of writing only has one function, which is to poison living beings!" Shame on you! …… Hey, I think his sentences are a bit incomprehensible! ”

Jing Mo took it from his hand and read a few words, excitedly expressing his opinion.

"Nie Xiaoman, where do you think you can write "Selected Poems of Listening to Song" with such writing? Last night, he obviously framed him out of thin air, and this kind of literary talent can't be a poem at all. ”

Nie Xiaoman didn't answer. His body suddenly slumped to the ground, and then he exclaimed, "Ouch! ”

Nie Xiaoman's exclamation was of course to cause Jing Mo's surprise, but Jing Mo didn't have time to ask him, he heard the sound of footsteps and came in from the guest hall. Nie Xiaoman pushed Jingmo away with his hand, but he himself stood about two feet away from the desk, facing the door. Although Jingmo was full of confusion, he didn't know why Xiaoman's exclamation came from, but it was inconvenient to ask again.

Because Feng Zizhou had already led the housewife surnamed Xie upstairs in, followed by an elderly servant woman dressed very loosely.

The woman is already forty years away, but it is not an exaggeration to describe the two old tunes of ", the charm is still there".

Her complexion is slightly yellow, heavily coated with powder, and her dark eyes are active. Her feet in white satin embroidered shoes must have been entangled, and she did not walk well. She was wearing a red-colored crewneck shirt with a narrow waist, and the style was also the most popular in Jinling at that time, but it seemed to be a little incompatible with her body. In short, anyone can tell at a glance that she is a servant woman who is not very honest.

After the woman had greeted everyone and bowed to them, they sat down. Speaking with a Hangzhou accent, she began to recount the history of the deceased. Liu Hanfei is her nephew, who came to Jinling to work as a scribe about a year and a half ago, and after the trustee found a job, he stayed at her house.

Han Fei's father has long passed away, and only one mother and one biological mother are in Hangzhou, because Han Fei is a concubine and the so-called only son, so he has some inheritance. But six months ago, he suddenly decided to stop studying and prepare for a creative career.

When he heard that Sima Ying was recruiting scribes, he happily applied for the job, hoping to learn and prepare for his own establishment in the future. Since then, he has been employed by Sima Yingyang. Ten days earlier, he had abruptly resigned. As to the reason, the woman did not know.

Nie Xiaoman wrote a few strokes in his notebook and asked, "What does he say after he resigns?" For example, is he going back to school, or is he going to do something else? ”

The woman replied, "He didn't talk about it." He told me only three days ago that he was going to go back to Hangzhou. ”

"Well, yes, some of his books and salutes have been sorted out, and he does look like he's ready to go out. Has the date of his trip ever been determined? ”

"Nope. He didn't say. ”

Nie Xiaoman nodded: "Okay, now please tell me more carefully about last night." When did he come back? ”

Xie Nu pondered for a moment before saying, "It's about within the hour." I was asleep and woke up from my sleep. ”

"What? He woke you up? ”

"No, I was woken up by a dog."

Nie Xiaoman's eyebrows raised upward: "Oh, you were woken up by a dog?" Whose dog? ”

Xie Nu said: "It's a horn dog raised by Han Fei himself, named Xiao Huang. ”

Nie Xiaoman's eyes swept to the four corners again, clearly surprised why he didn't see the dog. When his gaze turned to Feng Zizhou's face, Feng Zizhou shook his head approvingly.

Feng Zizhou said: "I didn't see a dog when I came earlier. ”

The woman said, "That old woman in Lishui told me that she didn't see the dog this morning. ”