Jing Mo didn't expect to touch such a soft nail, was he a little reckless? Maybe, but Jingmo is not reconciled.

Su Jingmo said coldly: "Then this is a murder case." Brother Chaozong, you always have sufficient evidence, right? ”

Wang Chaozong said sloppily: "Whether the evidence is sufficient or not, I don't dare to say yet, but I already know a little about what happened in this case, and I can tell the two of you." ”

Nie Xiaoman bent the deceased's wrist slightly, looked at the ring on his hand, and carefully inspected the deceased's body for a while, then raised his body.

Xiao Man then chimed in: "Okay, Brother Chaozong, please tell me about the situation at the time of the case." ”

Wang Chaozong said: "The time when this case happened was at three o'clock in the morning today. ”

Jing Mo asked, "Brother Chaozong, what time is this based on?" ”

Nie Xiaoman made a look at Jing Mo, as if telling Jing Mo not to talk too much, but Jing Mo only did not see it.

Wang Chaozong said: "There is a head in the yamen where I am named Lu Bingzhong. He walked through here when he returned home from the Jinling Mansion during the shift change at midnight today. It was about three o'clock in the morning. As he passed by the row of houses, he heard a thud. The sound came from the upper floor, startling him. He thought it was gunshots, and hurriedly looked up, and saw that all the houses here were dark and unlighted, except for the upstairs of the big tree, where the oil lamps were still on. ”

Wang Chaozong seemed to think about it, and then continued: "Lu Bingzhong was looking at the window of the building, and suddenly saw a man quietly open the window, stick out his head, and peek into the street. Lu Bingzhong felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly flashed his body and prepared to hide behind the big tree next to the road to avoid danger. Then he could hear the windows shutting again, and the lights were completely extinguished. Lu Bingzhong walked out from behind the tree again, and looked up again, and there was no light on the windows. ”

Jing Mo thought to himself: "It seems that the person who probes in the darkness must be the murderer." ”

Wang Chaozong said: "Lu Bingzhong feels that things are a bit stilted, but he is unarmed, and in the middle of the night, he takes the liberty of going up, not only is he dangerous, but he may miss the opportunity." Therefore, he hurriedly turned around and ran towards Yingfang Lane, intending to find a catcher who was patrolling the street to go in together. He ran to the corner and met a night patrolling the streets. He stopped the patrolman, explained his reason, and the two returned together. ”

At this time, the candle in the window had been lit again, and there was a sound upstairs, so Lu Bingzhong and the patrolling man stepped forward and knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, the front courtyard door was only hidden and not locked, and the second small door was the same, so they went upstairs one after another, and when they came to the room where the crime occurred, they saw the dead body lying on the ground as it is now. And the deceased's old mother and a little maid were crying beside the corpse, and this was the initial situation at the time of the crime. ”

Wang Chaozong's account came to an end, but no one continued to say anything. Nie Xiaoman's eyes narrowed, obviously thinking seriously, and Jing Mo was also reviewing the important plot just mentioned in his mind.

Only the little catcher was looking at his boss with his eyes wide open.

After being quiet for a while, Nie Xiaoman asked, "Did those two dukes see any other men in this room at that time?"

Wang Chaozong rocked: "No." Lu Bingzhong also asked at that time. It is said that the men in this family, in addition to the deceased Mao Yuhong, have only one old family member named Lao Shutou. The old bolt was sixty-four years old, and his ears were deaf. Although he slept downstairs, he was still confused and didn't wake up when there was such a murder upstairs. It wasn't until Lu Bingzhong went upstairs that he wanted to ask how the front door was opened, and then he went down to wake up the old fool. ”

Nie Xiaoman said in a deep voice: "In this way, there were only two men in this house, one of them was dead after the incident, and the other was still asleep. Then the man Lu Bingzhong saw in the window of the building earlier. It's clearly another person. Who is this third man? ”

Wang Chaozong said: "This is an important question. Lu Bingzhong expected that the man must be the murderer. After the man knocked Mao Yuhong down with a gun, he opened the window to peek outside, and then extinguished the candle. But the strange thing is that Lu Bingzhong and the patrol arrested quickly searched upstairs and downstairs, and there was no trace of them. Then the patrol quickly withdrew, and then pursued it all the way north. ”

"Oh, didn't that work out?"

"Nope. After a few circles, there were no suspicious people on the road. So he came to me to report, and as soon as I got the news, he rushed here. ”

"When you got here, how long was it since the crime?

"I was about a quarter of a quarter past the ugly hour, about three quarters of an hour from the time of the crime.

"What did you do with it when you arrived?"

"Lu Bingzhong is still waiting here, I heard him say what happened, so I examined the autopsy first, and then started to search. In this room situation, I found a musket, probably because the matter was leaked, to prevent people from tracking, so he left the gun behind the door and did not dare to take it out. I found another marble, stuck in the wall over there. I realized that this boy was really killed by a projectile piercing his body. ”

Nie Xiaoman's eyes staggered to Wang Chaozong's fingers and moved to the wall above the writing desk, and Su Jingmo also looked at it, and sure enough, he saw that the brick and mud on the wall were missing a piece, which was obviously a trace of a recent bullet hit.

Nie Xiaoman said: "Have you tested this projectile?" Is it compatible? ”

Wang Chaozong walked over to the young man guarding the corpse and took a paper bag in his hand.

He replied: "The musket and the bullets are here." Please take a look. －”

Nie Xiaoman reached out to take it, opened the paper bag very carefully, took out the musket and bullets, walked to the window, and watched the bright light outside the window carefully.

Looking at Nie Xiaoman, he suddenly frowned and said, "The barrel of the gun is engraved, and it is full of pits, so I can't find the fingerprints at all." ”

Xiao Man turned around and asked, "The size of the projectile and the caliber of the gun really match." However, this is a three-eyed gun that can be shot three times, and it is said that if one shot is shot, two projectiles should be stored. At this moment, there was only one projectile left, and it seemed that the killer had fired two shots. Did you find the second bullet? ”

Wang Chaozong shook his head and said, "No." I've looked everywhere and can't find a second projectile. According to Mr. Lu and Mrs. Mao, the mother of the deceased, they had only heard one shot, and it seemed that the man had fired only one shot in the room. ”

Nie Xiaoman felt a little dissatisfied, he frowned, and asked again, "His mother can also hear the sound of shooting?" ”

Wang Chaozong nodded and said, "Yes." The old woman could hear not only the gunshots, but also her son's screams. She said that her son called her in her sleep, and she vaguely agreed. Then she came to her senses, and she could clearly hear her son shouting, "Arizawa... Arizawa! …… Hello! "As soon as the shouting stopped, the gunshots erupted, but only 'Bang!' 'Ringing. There was no second sound. ”

Nie Xiaoman's brows were about to twist together, and he asked, "Has this old woman ever heard the sound of a fight?" ”

"Not really. I asked her in particular. ”

"Well, what happens after that?"

Wang Chaozong raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "This woman knew that something must have happened, so she hurriedly woke up the little maid Zhenzhen, opened the door together, and came to her son's front room. The door was also open, and the oil lamp in the room was completely extinguished. When the old woman lit the candle again, she saw that her son, Mao Yuhong, was dead. She was left with no master, and she could only cry loudly until Lu Bingzhong and the patrol arrived. ”