Chapter 160: turn up

There was no news of Qiu Lu for a while, and Zhen Shicheng turned his attention to the autopsy.
Mrs. Yong Chang Bo was not killed in one shot, but there were several wounds. In this case, wouldn't it be possible to make a sound to wake up Yong Chang Bo who was sleeping next to him?
Zhen Shicheng pondered this question, and his eyes fell on Jiang Si unconsciously.
Would this little girl who went straight to the closet and found important clues know anything?
Maybe he should listen to her thoughts.
Thinking of this, Zhen Shicheng strode towards Jiang Si.
Xie Qingyao thought that Zhen Shicheng would ask her for a question, and his lips moved: "My lord"
Zhen Shicheng smiled gently: "Ms. Xie, don't be nervous, I have something to ask Ms. Jiang."
Jiang Si smiled: "What does Master Zhen want to ask?"
"Miss Jiang, let's take a step to speak."
"Asi--" The sudden pain of losing his mother made Xie Qingyao extremely dependent on Jiang Si.
Jiang Si calmly patted the back of Xie Qingyao's hand, and walked away with Zhen Shicheng.
Xie Qingyao watched the two walk to stand still under a tree in the distance. Then he retracted his gaze and walked to the side of Xie Yin Building. He said uneasy: "Brother, what do you think Master Zhen wants to ask Asi?"
Xie Yinlou's gaze was still chasing the slender figure, and said in a low voice, "Perhaps it was asking how she discovered the abnormality in the closet."
This is exactly what Zhen Shicheng wanted to ask. Jiang Si listened to a moment of silence and said frankly: "I smelled a strange fragrance, and the source of that strange fragrance is the wardrobe."
"Scent?" Zhen Shicheng remembered the smell in the room, and couldn't help but shook his head, looking at Jiang Si with surprise, "How did Ms. Jiang smell it? I just stayed there for a while, except for the smell of blood. Nothing."
Thinking about it carefully, there is indeed a faint scent lingering in the closet. He thought it was the incense used by women.
Jiang Si blinked, with a playful tone: "Maybe it's the little girl who is gifted."
Zhen Shicheng smiled.
He didn't think Jiang Si was fooling him.
I have been an official for many years and have seen too many people and things. There are always some people who are different. There are those who don’t forget them, and those who know them when they are born. In comparison, the little girl just has a good sense of smell. Unusual.
However, this talent is really uniquely used to solve crimes.
Zhen Shicheng stared at Jiang Si with scorching eyes, wishing that his son would scam the little girl home quickly, er, no, it was marrying home, and he would be able to do just that.
"Miss Jiang, the officer has a question I want to discuss with you." Jiang Si's unusualness made this capable third-ranking member virtually place her on an equal position.
"Master Zhen, please speak." Jiang Si did not show a feeling of flattery, but still looked calm.
She has learned a lot and changed a lot from her previous life to this life, but she is still not good at flattering people and getting close to these things.
This is probably due to nature. She has never been a long-sleeved woman who is good at dancing, but a stupid girl with a little stubborn love and a little temperament.
"Under what circumstances did the victim suffer multiple attacks without making a sound to disturb the people sleeping next to him?" Zhen Shicheng already had speculation in his heart, but he liked to listen to others' opinions and verify each other.
If the two people guessed the same, it would undoubtedly be extremely happy.
Jiang Si was not surprised by the question raised by Zhen Shicheng, and calmly said what she thought in her mind: "The little woman thinks it is some kind of incense. The murderer wants not to disturb the person sleeping next to the victim, so that the victim can't make a sound. It can’t be foolproof. After all, everyone’s sleep conditions are different. Some people sleep until dawn even if it is thunder and rain, while others can wake him up without hearing any unpleasant smells. So I think the biggest possibility is that both Uncle Yong Chang and his wife inhaled some kind of scent, which enabled the murderer to successfully complete the plan of murder and planting."
Zhen Shicheng nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, this is the greatest possibility!"
Jiang Si frowned for a while and said, "The little girl has another guess."
"You said." Zhen Shicheng's attitude towards Jiang Si became more solemn.
"That scent may be lit by the murderer hiding in the closet, so the scent left in the closet is the heaviest."
Jiang Si had been wondering what that peculiar scent was from the beginning. If it was the scent of the murderer, it was unlikely that he would stay indoors for so long.
When she heard the post-mortem performed by the female widow, she suddenly understood, and suddenly thought of what the most likely thing was.
"It's just that the little girl doesn't understand a little bit. If you light the incense in the closet, how can the murderer guarantee that he will not be harmed by the incense?"
Zhen Shicheng touched his beard and said: "There are many kinds of migratory fragrances. Since the murderer uses it, he must take precautions in advance."
The two were talking, and a government officer hurried over: "My lord, I found it!"
Zhen Shicheng stopped communicating with Jiang Si and asked, "Where is the person?"
"In the lotus pond in the Bofu Garden."
Zhen Shi established the moment and rushed to the lotus pond with his subordinates.
The lotus pond was already full of people. Seeing Zhen Shicheng coming, the yavier immediately shouted: "Let's let it all, we adults are here."
The crowd separated and made a way.
Jiang Si followed Zhen Shicheng, and as the crowd moved away, she saw the woman lying by the pool at a glance.
The woman's upper body was leaning on the edge of the pool, showing her already swollen side face, her lower body was still immersed in the water, her dress and lotus leaves were entwined in a terrifying scene.
Xie Qingyao stared at the female corpse by the pool, clasping her hands.
People's comments buzzed.
"It's really Qiu Lu, how could she die here?"
"It's too scary, maybe it was Qiu Lu who killed his wife and committed suicide."
Xie Qingyao trembled and held Jiang-like hand. In June, the girl's hand was as cold as ice: "Asi, my mother has always been good to Qiu Lu, how can she—"
Jiang Si slightly shook Xie Qingyao's hand back: "Everything has to be checked by Master Zhen."
Zhen Shicheng continued to question when the female widow was doing an autopsy.
"Uncle, since it was Qiu Lu last night, didn't you see her?"
"Yes, although it was Qiu Lu last night, but my wife sent her down to rest."
"About when is it?"
Uncle Yong Chang thought for a while and said, "It should be at the beginning of the end of the century."
Zhen Shicheng slowly scanned the crowd: "Which of you have seen Qiu Lu since then?"
The maid lady in the main courtyard couldn't help but look at the maid Dongxue.
Everyone knows that Mrs. Uncle's four maids sleep in a room with two of them, and it is Dongxue who shares the room with Qiu Lu.
Dongxue was so frightened that she knelt down and said, "The maidservant feels shallow, you can be sure that Qiu Lu has never come back!"
"In other words, no one has seen Qiu Lu since Haichu?"
Everyone was silent.
"Speak!" Uncle Yong Chang roared.
At this time, a timid voice came: "There is something that the maidservant doesn't know if it should be said--"
"But it doesn't matter, everything is up to the official." Zhen Shicheng looked at the maid who spoke.