Tong Nanxiao nodded and said, "Master Nie, your eyesight is really extraordinary. And so I got one more piece of evidence. You see, didn't the right corner of the curtain of the first window be cut off? ”

Jing Mo's gaze followed Tong Nanxiao's fingers to the curtain. The lower right corner of the curtain has really been cut off a sharp corner, about two or three inches wide.

Nie Xiaoman nodded and praised: "Admire, Lord Tong, you are also a one-man eye." Xiao Man turned around and walked to the first window. I had already seen the cut marks on this curtain, and I thought it was accidental. But now, I was wrong. ”

Xiao Man also leaned in, and at the same time bowed his body and looked carefully at the corners of the curtains. After a while, Xiao Man said, "The corners of this curtain were really newly cut off with scissors. The cut white yarn was wide at the bottom and pointed at the top, forming a triangle. When I look at the scissors, the edge of the scissors is clearly bottom-up. It's weird. …… Lord Tong, what you said has been confirmed, do you mean to eliminate the handprint? “

"yes. The man's blood-stained fingers must have lifted the curtain at one time, but when he realized it, he cut it with scissors. Master Nie, do you say? ”

Nie Xiaoman groaned for a moment and nodded: "Yes." There should be the intention of this layer, and the wiping on the lid of the iron box should kill two birds with one stone. Well, this guy is so careful.

Xiao Man stroked his bare chin with his right hand, and his eyes kept rolling in all directions. He asked slowly, "Have you seen the corner of the cut curtain?" ”

Tong Nanxiao shook his head and said, "No, I didn't see it." He raised his hand again and gestured to the desk. The scissors have already seen it. Isn't there a little pair of scissors over there? ……”

"Huh?"

Nie Xiaoman's "Huh" interrupted Tong Nanxiao's words. It turned out that his eyes were already fixed on the table, as if he had inadvertently seen some important evidence.

In the astonishment of the other three people, Nie Xiaoman's agile footsteps had already walked to the table in the blink of an eye. The other three all hurried over. Nie Xiaoman's hand rested on the back of the chair in front of the desk, staring at the desk with blazing eyes.

Su Jingmo didn't know what Xiaoman saw for a while, and he was wondering in his heart. Because the small scissors with small pointed ends that Tong Nanxiao said were obviously on the left side of the desk, but what Nie Xiaoman noticed didn't seem to be on the scissors. Jing Mo carefully looked at the things on the desk.

In the center of the table there is a paper plate of absorbent paper, the four corners are wrapped in black skin, and there is a brush on the paper plate, one end of the pen rests on the inkstone, and there is still water in the inkstone. On the left side of the table, there is a simple and antique Yixing pot, which is a light product, and a Hongwu-style folk kiln blue and white tea bowl, in addition to a few pieces of letter paper and a few novels. Jing Mo felt that there was nothing special, and he didn't know why Nie Xiaoman's eyes were wide open and he looked so distracted.

After a while, Nie Xiaoman suddenly turned his head and asked, "Master Tong, have you checked this desktop?" ”

Tong Nanxiao replied sneeringly: "I saw it once, but I didn't look too carefully." ”

"Then take a closer look. But what's worth noting? Nie Xiaoman turned back to Jing Mo and said, "Jing Mo, you can also come and take a look." It's a great opportunity to test your observational skills. ”

Jing Mo peeked at Tong Nanxiao, biting his lip, frowning tightly, looking a little embarrassed, obviously he could see that he was completely unsure of Nie Xiaoman's words. Jing Mo also looked at the desk again, thinking that if he wanted to fight for a breath, he didn't want to lose to this surnamed Tong.

However, there was really nothing special on the table that was enough to attract Jing Mo's attention. In addition to the few things just described, there is also a white porcelain pen holder, a Hunan bamboo pen sleeve, a purple water bowl, a hexagonal pine smoke ink with a large half ingot, and a white copper paperweight with an engraved seal. These were supposed to be items on the desk. Which one does Nie Xiaoman think can be paid attention to? Could it be that Nie Xiaoman's gaze could actually see through the wooden board and see what was under the table?

Tong Nanxiao said: "I saw that the pen was resting on the inkstone, and I went to the pen sleeve, and there was residual water in the inkstone pool, so I knew that someone had written." Master Nie, is this what you said should be paid attention to? ”

"Not bad. That's a point, but there's a lot more to it. ”

Jing Mo looked back and forth with his eyes again, and when Jing Mo's gaze moved from the brush to the top of the ink-soaked paper, he couldn't help but scream when he took a closer look.

Jing Mo shouted loudly: "Nie Xiaoman, I can see it!" The absorbent paper on this paper plate is really pure white at a glance, but in fact, there is a demarcation in the middle...... Half of it was snow-white and new, and half of it was slightly grayish, apparently dusty for a few days. It was clear that half of the old absorbent paper on it had been torn off, and only half of it was left. ”

Nie Xiaoman also said loudly: "Jingmo, your observation has really made amazing progress!" From now on, I'm not afraid of not having a good helper! ”

Jing Mo's face turned red and he didn't know how to answer, but he was a little embarrassed.

Nie Xiaoman said to Tong Nanxiao again: "Lord Tong, do you understand? Looking at this situation, it seems that someone has written here, and after writing it, he has printed a stamp on this absorbent paper. In this way, the handwriting will naturally remain on the absorbent paper. Later, a piece of absorbent paper on this top was torn off in half because of the handwriting, so the new absorbent paper below was revealed. But the upper layer isn't very old. The difference between the old and new colors is very small, and it is naturally not easy to notice when you look at it. ”

Tong Nanxiao's face blushed for a while, and said, "I have also seen the old and new of this absorbent paper." But my stupid mind didn't think it was useful for a while, so I didn't pay attention. …… Master Nie, who do you think tore off this absorbent paper? ”

Although this is still a doubt, it is common sense to speculate that the purpose of tearing the paper must be to keep some ulterior secret. It is more in line with the facts that the person who tore it off is not so much the deceased himself. ”

"Although the absorbent paper has been torn off by the murderer, hasn't the original paper also fallen into the hands of the murderer?"

"Yes, for now, it has probably been taken by the man. However, the two of them did not search carefully after all, and they are still uncertain. ”

Governor Jiang couldn't help but say, "But was that piece of original paper written by the deceased?" What kind of content is written? Master Nie, what do you think?

"I don't know. We must first ascertain the usual behavior of the deceased and his occupation before we can speculate. ”

Tong Nanxiao said: "Wei Yi'an has a lot of heritage. According to his mother, he arranged the purchase of military uniforms at his Ordnance Bureau. ”

Nie Xiaoman nodded, picked up a few pieces of paper on the desk and looked at them. "This is yesterday's Di Bao." Ouch, there are also two tickets for the theater and a picture of the Spring Palace with Xiao Zhang. This can also be imagined as a glimpse of his usual life. ”

After picking up the newspaper, there was a pink note underneath. Nie Xiaoman hurriedly picked up the note again, "A new-style invitation." I read it to you: "On the third day of the first month of this month, for Xiaoer Tingxuan and his daughter-in-law Ye Mingshu, they will have a marriage ceremony in this house. That night, we will have a wedding feast and wait for you. The money family is in charge. The seat is set up in the fourth archway of the house Longpan No. 5. ’”

Nie Xiaoman finished reading it, and thought about it for a while. "Brother Nan Xiao, when you asked just now, didn't that Mrs. Zhang say that her son had a wedding wine last night?"