Chapter 20 Chapter 19: The Truth About the Murder

Hearing this suddenly, I couldn't help being shocked, and I couldn't drink the cup of tea in my hand.But I remained calm on the surface, and only asked the other party: "Oh? Then I want to hear, what is the secret?" Ling Mufeng glanced at the woman and said, "It's better not to let others know this secret." I understood what the other party meant, so I waved my hand: "Mr. Ling, don't worry, there is no distinction between Mengshi and I. You can say anything in front of her." "That's good—" Ling Mufeng's eyes froze suddenly, and he said directly to me, "Detective Feng, you have two lives on your back! That Mrs. Meng and Hammer both died at your hands, right?"

I put the teacup back on the table and replied, "Mr. Ling's words are too ridiculous. Now there are rumors in the whole Feng'an Town that it was Mr. Ling who killed Mrs. Meng and Ah Chuan. The reason is also very obvious: you You wanted Meng Shi to be Chu Yun's substitute, and Pozi Meng and Ah Chuan could tell the difference between Chu Yun and Meng Shi, so you laid a poisonous hand on them." "This is all good work done by Detective Feng, and it's hard for Ling to argue. But whether this was done by Ling or not—" Ling Mufeng stretched out his fingers and waved back and forth, "Even if others don't know, you and I know it well." Know it!"

"You really didn't do it?" I narrowed my eyes and said again, "But even if it has nothing to do with you, how can you be sure that I did it?" Ling Mufeng said: "The night that Mrs. Meng was killed, my subordinates stayed outside the courtyard. No one except you entered the courtyard. You didn't do this, who else could it be?" I said "hey" and retorted: "Mr. Ling's words are wrong. I entered the number room of the police station at eight o'clock that night, and according to the results of the autopsy by Chief Zhu, Mrs. Meng was at half past eleven. He died later. How can this matter depend on me?"

"Detective Feng's move is insane! You hide in the No. 1 room, you not only remove your suspicions, but also make Ling feel ashamed. Judging from the time of Granny Meng's death, my two His subordinates have become the biggest suspects. I even heard the townspeople talk about it, saying that Ling broke into the small courtyard at night and killed Mrs. Meng with his own hands—this is really wronging me.” At this point, Ling Mufeng smiled wryly and looked at me. The woman next to her said again: "Ling did deliberately conceal Miss Ye's true identity. I sent those two people to guard outside Mrs. Meng's courtyard in order to prevent Mrs. Meng from visiting Miss Ye in the mental hospital. Besides, , I never thought of killing Mrs. Meng's life."

The woman turned her head and cast her eyes on me, as if to see how I would answer. I stroked the table case twice with my fingertips, then raised my head and said to Ling Mufeng: "This is strange. Since you didn't murder Mrs. Meng, I was locked up in the police station, and no one else has been to that yard—" —How did Mrs. Meng die? Is it really like what old man Wu said, that the undead are causing trouble?" Ling Mufeng said: "To tell you the truth, after Inspector Zhu figured out the time of Granny Meng's death that day, I was also confused: Could it be that the evil spirit of Chu Hanshan killed Granny Meng? There's one detail that I can't believe."

I said "Oh?" and leaned forward slightly, showing interest in listening. "There is a third spiritual card on the altar at the scene, with the names of three people written on it, which looks like a death list made by the undead. It is these three names that make me wonder." "Appreciate further details." "Those three names are Mrs. Meng and Ah Chuan, and the other is you, Feng Yuanchi." I grinned: "Since my name is on the death list, how could I be the murderer?" Ling Mufeng asked back: "Isn't this the best way to hide your eyes? Since your name was on the death list, Police Chief Wu has been deeply worried about your safety. He never thought that you are actually the creator of this list. But your move can hardly be called perfect—because while you set up a puzzle, you also left a loophole."

I didn't answer, just looked at each other silently, and Ling Mufeng continued: "Whenever you write the name of the deceased on the spirit card, you must write a large size, but on the third spirit card, apart from your name Feng Yuanchi In addition, the other two were written by nicknames. Could it be that the murderous ghost didn’t know that Mrs. Meng’s nickname is Meng Yue’e, and A’Chui’s nickname is Zhao Tiehui? It doesn’t make sense. But Detective Feng is a foreigner. I can be forgiven for not knowing the big names of Pozi Meng and A-Chui." "So you think I did this?"

"I don't dare to say it, but I have some doubts." Ling Mufeng paused, and then said, "After Ah Chuan's body was discovered two days ago, my doubts have grown a bit." "A-Chui's body was buried in the bamboo grove behind your house, why do I have doubts about this matter?" "A-Chui came to plan Ling's bamboo forest with a shovel and a hoe. This must have been done secretly. The bamboo forest is dense, and when A-Chui entered the forest, who could see him in the middle of the night? So the person who killed A-Chui was probably I knew the whereabouts of A-Chui in advance. I remember that you stayed in our house the night before A-Chui disappeared. At that time, I used a bamboo forest as a painting. I asked Detective Feng to appreciate it and boasted about the feng shui of the bamboo forest. The next day Detective Feng and A-Chui Hammer went to the Cuilin Nunnery on the other side of the mountain together, and spent more than half a day together. That night, Hammer came to dig the bamboo forest of a certain Ling's family." Ling Mufeng said eloquently, and finally asked: "Is it all a coincidence?"

I muttered: "According to Mr. Ling's meaning - I encouraged A-Chui to come to the mansion to dig the bamboo forest, and then I took the opportunity to kill A-Chui and buried him in the bamboo forest?" Ling Mufeng nodded: "As I said before, Detective Feng has two lives on his back. And you have designed everything to deliberately lead the suspicion of these two murders to Ling. It is really well-intentioned." "Mr. Ling's arrangement is interesting. It's a pity that there is too much speculation, but there is no evidence." I leaned back on the back of the chair and said firmly, "And I want to refute you, but there is solid evidence in hand."

"The evidence that Detective Feng said refers to the time of Mrs. Meng's death, right?" "That's right." I emphasized again, "Grandma Meng died after 11:30 in the middle of the night, and I was locked in the number room of the police station after 8:00. You insist that I killed Mrs. Meng, do I have a clone?" technique?" "This point is really confusing, and even made me question my speculation for a while." Ling Mufeng said while holding the cup of tea in front of him, took a sip leisurely, and said: "But now I have figured it out. The mystery in it."

"Oh?" I squinted at the other party, calmly. "Thanks to Detective Feng for this." Ling Mufeng looked at me with a half-smile and said, "If you didn't make me go to the pharmacy to buy arsenic, I would have been kept in the dark by that blindfold." I frowned and said, "I can't understand Mr. Ling's words more and more." "When I went to the pharmacy just now, I happened to meet a doctor from a mental hospital. It turned out that the sedatives in the hospital had run out and there was no time to prepare them, so I came to prescribe some Chinese medicine for emergency. When I heard him talk about sedatives, I suddenly I remembered one thing—" Ling Mufeng paused, and asked me intentionally, "Does Detective Feng know what's going on?" I still kept the same attitude, spread my hands and said, "How do I know?" Ling Mufeng said: "On the morning before Mrs. Meng died, you two went to the mental hospital together. After you left, the nurse who took care of Ms. Ye found that the opened bag of tranquilizers was missing—if I guessed correctly, Detective Feng should have taken this bag of pills, right?" I do not deny this: "You guessed it right, I did take the bag of pills. People who take pills will become groggy and only know how to sleep. I don't want Mengshi to become like that Living dead." Ling Mufeng nodded and said: "Well, I think so too. Mrs. Meng and Sheriff Wu have long been familiar with Chu Yun's condition, and would not take the pills. Only Detective Feng would do such a sympathetic thing. Just now at the pharmacy When I recalled this incident, my heart suddenly moved: Since Detective Feng has this bag of tranquilizers in his hand, wouldn't it just come in handy when he wanted to murder Mrs. Meng at night?" I picked up the cup of tea in front of me, held it gently with my hand, but stroked it without drinking it.After a moment of silence, I slowly spit out three words: "How to use it?" Ling Mufeng said: "Grandma Meng is also a tea lover. You just need to dissolve the sedative tablet in the tea that Granny Meng drinks, and you can charm her, and let her be at your mercy. You set up a mechanism before you left, and it is this mechanism." Killed Mrs. Meng's life. But you left around eight o'clock, and the mechanism was activated several hours later, which created the illusion that you were not at the scene when the crime happened." "Mechanism?" I laughed dumbfounded, "Grandma Meng was strangled to death by a hemp rope wrapped around her neck. A rope and a spirit card?" "Blindfolding." Ling Mufeng put the teacup on the table, stared at me and said, "What spirit card and hemp rope? It's all blindfolding. The real mechanism has nothing to do with these." "Where is the real mechanism?" I squinted my eyes and looked back at the other party, "—Mr. Ling, please give me some pointers." Ling Mufeng closed his eyes for the time being, and seemed to be lost in memory: "I also went to the scene to look after Mrs. Meng's death. At that time, the deceased's body was lying in the middle of the yard, and a white cloth was hung around it with hemp rope, but one of the hemp ropes was broken. Now, the white cloth that was originally hanging on the hemp rope also fell off, soaked in muddy water, and spread out wetly." I nodded and agreed: "That's right. I've seen this situation at the scene. What's the mystery here?" Ling Mufeng pointed out a little finger and said: "The hemp rope is as thick as a little finger, and it is difficult to break even if it is covered with white cloth; although it rained heavily that night, the wind was not strong; and there were no signs of struggle at the scene—but And somehow the rope snapped—isn't that strange?" "It's really strange to hear you say that." I asked with a surprised expression, "Did someone break that rope on purpose?" Ling Mufeng didn't answer me, and just continued according to his own thoughts: "According to what my two subordinates saw: On the morning of the incident, Detective Feng and Inspector Wu pushed the door to enter the courtyard of Meng's house. The courtyard door was not locked at that time. , but it seemed to be blocked by something, and it was difficult to push. Looking carefully, it turned out that the broken rope was just hanging on the door panel. The rope became extremely heavy because it was covered with wet white cloth .Later, Detective Feng pulled the rope off the door with his own hands, and you opened the door and entered the yard." "That's true—your two men are watching carefully." Ling Mufeng clapped his hands lightly, and praised: "Detective Feng is such a good move! When you pulled the rope away, you destroyed the most critical evidence at the scene. The organ that really killed Mrs. Meng disappeared without a trace. Long thoughts have also been led astray by you." I didn't want to see his self-satisfied look anymore, so I urged in an impatient tone: "Please speak up. According to Mr. Yi Ling, what is the mechanism that killed Mrs. Meng?" Ling Mufeng narrowed his eyes and said, "It's those white cloths on the ground." I "hehe" laughed twice: "Could it be possible that white cloth can strangle people to death?" "The autopsy results of Sergeant Zhu said that Mrs. Meng died of suffocation, but there is another mystery about why she was suffocated. In my opinion, the strangulation was just an illusion. The real reason for Mrs. Meng's suffocation was that she was covered by those white cloths. nose." I continued to ask: "Is it suffocating if you cover your mouth and nose with a white cloth?" "Of course a white cloth in a normal state will not suffocate people, but if the white cloth is soaked by rain, it will be different!" I have almost run out of words here, I caressed the teacup in my hand and remained silent for a long time.Ling Mufeng took another sip of the fragrant tea calmly, this time he savored it carefully before swallowing the tea into his throat.Then he summed it up: "That day you used tranquilizers to lure Pozi Meng, and made her lie in the middle of the yard without knowing who she was. Then you faked the scene of the strangulation: you wrapped the remaining hemp rope around Pozzo Meng's neck, Stretch for a while, so of course Mrs. Meng will not be strangled to death, but there are obvious scars on her neck. You still grabbed her hand to pick the hemp rope, which left hemp rope between her nails You tied the end of the rope to the spirit tablet, and embedded the spirit tablet into the wall of the well to create a weird illusion. After these tricks were completed, you began to arrange the truly deadly mechanism: you broke the hanging on the eaves of the door. Let the white cloth on the rope be pulled down to cover Mrs. Meng's face—if one layer is not enough, just cover it with a few more layers; at the same time, you adjust the position of the rope so that the broken rope can just hang Behind the door panel. Then you left in a big way. At the gate of the police station, you deliberately had a dispute with my subordinates, and let the police lock you into the number room, so that you have alibi. In the middle of the night , the rain fell at night, and the white cloth covering Mrs. Meng's face was slowly soaked by the rain, and finally became the murder weapon for suffocating Mrs. Meng. Early the next morning, you and Police Chief Wu came to the courtyard of Mrs. Meng's house. When you pushed the door, the door panel burst It was blocked by the rope. When you reached out to pull the rope, you could just pull the deadly white cloth away from Mrs. Meng's face. So the scene became what you wanted to show: Mrs. Meng died in the muddy water, neck The rope is tied, and two spirit cards are tied to the end of the rope. Everyone thinks that rope is the weapon used to strangle Pozi Meng, but who will pay attention to the white cloth soaked in mud and water next to the corpse?" I put down the teacup in my hand, applauded slowly and said: "Well said. Wonderful, wonderful!" Ling Mufeng shook his hand humbly: "It's not that I said it brilliantly, it's really Detective Feng who did wonderfully. It's amazing to be so confused." I said lightly, "Mr. Ling doesn't have to be too self-effacing. I can think of this situation because I was inspired by Mr. Ling." "Oh?" Ling Mufeng looked surprised, "Where do you start with this?" "Mr. Ling, don't you remember? That day you sent someone to take me away from the hotel and throw me into the lime pond in the mountains. The lime pond was not fatal at first, but after it rained, the lime dissolved in water was enough to burn people." Burned to death. At that time, I was lying alone in the lime pond. I was horrified when I saw the rain falling harder and harder, but I couldn't help but secretly admire Mr. Ling's methods. Later, I was forced by the situation and had to get rid of Mrs. Meng. That day It happened to rain again at night, so I adapted to local conditions, borrowed Mr. Ling's technique, and let the rain be my accomplice." Ling Mufeng nodded suddenly: "So that's how it is..." Then he smiled wryly: "I just wanted to scare you, but I didn't expect you to take two lives in a row for revenge." "Revenge? Do you think I'm doing it for revenge?" "Those two people have no grievances or enmities with you. What reason do you have to kill them? Isn't your purpose deliberately setting up a situation to frame me." Hearing this, I sighed deeply, and said: "Mr. Ling, I thought that although you and I are in the same situation, at least one thing should be sympathetic to each other. I didn't expect your thinking to be so narrow, what a shame. it disappointed me." Ling Mufeng smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands at me and said, "Ling is stupid, I hope Detective Feng can speak clearly." I didn't answer directly, but recalled: "We drank together in this room that night. Mr. Ling once said: We are all people who keep our promises. For this reason, you and I drank a full bowl of wine." Ling Mufeng guessed: "Could it be that Detective Feng's move is also to fulfill the previous promise?" I nodded solemnly: "Exactly." Ling Mufeng shook his head again: "I don't understand. According to your promise, you must rescue Miss Ye from Feng'an Town, and then Mrs. Meng will help you. Why do you still want to harm her?" I had to correct the other party: "Mr. Ling, you remember wrongly. We were drinking here that day, and what I said was that we must rescue Chu Yun from Feng'an Town." Ling Mufeng was startled, and said: "That's right, that's what you said... At that time, you didn't know that the person in the mental hospital was not 'Chu Yun', but her twin sister, Ye Mengshi." I looked at the other party with a sad smile, and said quietly: "How could I not know?" Ling Mufeng was completely stunned, he stared at me, unable to understand the meaning of my words for a moment.And I turned my mind, recalling too many past events.