"That's the problem." Xie Bangui said with a frown: "Not only do they live next to each other, but they are both from grassroots backgrounds and are both marginal figures from official families. It is logical that they should share the same problem and become close friends. Why do they not even talk to each other when they meet?

Said? Unless they did it on purpose!"

Gu Qian was stunned and said: "This is unknown."

Xie Bangui asked again: "The Imperial College should have records of the scholars' origins, place of birth, teachers, etc., right?"

"There are three houses, B, B, and D, but there is no one in the A-shaped house." Gu Qian smiled bitterly and said: "You also know that the scholars who live in the A-shaped house are either the sons of princes or the direct relatives of high officials. Their information

, it is really not easy for the Imperial College to interrogate you at will."

"That's it!" Xie Bangui nodded and said, "If I want to live in Room A 16 or 17 for a while, Master Gu won't be embarrassed, right?"

"No, no! This is my arrangement. If it's convenient for you two, I'll immediately arrange for manpower to help you move." Gu Qian was still eager to thank Ban Gui for moving into the A-shaped apartment quickly. Although he didn't know that Xie Ban Gui

Although he is a secret arrester, having a warrior with a Jinyiwei background in the A-shaped room can at least embolden the sons of princes.

Thanks to Bangui, Fatty Gao naturally moved into Room A, No. 16, where Zhao Siyuan lived before his death.

Except for Xie Bangui, few people could take this kind of house calmly. The handyman in charge of moving the house put the things away and ran away without even bothering to wipe the blood stains on the floor.

Xie Bangui squatted beside the blood and looked at it for a long time before saying: "Strange, who made the last scream we heard?"

The tall fat man who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets said casually: "Who else can be there besides those two dead ones?"

"No!" Xie Bangui analyzed: "Zhao Siyuan's bones were ripped out, so it was impossible to make a sound. Judging from the blood stains on the ground, the handyman should have had his mouth covered before he died, otherwise the blood stains should be OK.

Spray farther. Do you think the two of them could make such a loud noise?"

Fatty Gao stopped and said, "That's really what happened! Is there a third person in the room?"

Xie Bangui stood up: "What did you find?"

"A comb!" Fatty Gao threw the comb he took out from Zhao Siyuan's box to Xie Bangui: "Let's see if it matches the one in your arms."

The two combs are one big and one small, one long and one short, complementing each other perfectly. At a glance, you can tell that they are originally a pair. It's just that the big one is hidden in the box, and the small one is inserted into the person's head.

The wooden comb inside the box was wrapped three times in red silk by Zhao Siyuan. There was also mugwort for repelling insects next to it. It seemed to be very carefully preserved. The back of the comb was slightly shiny, which must have been someone.

For fun's sake.

The comb used as the murder weapon was not only dim and yellow, but also had a strong earthy smell. Even if it had just been stained with human blood, it was difficult to conceal the pungent smell. It had obviously been buried in the soil for many years.

Xie Bangui took two combs and tapped them a few times, and there was a crashing sound that was neither wood nor jade: "What is this comb made of? From the sound, it is difficult to judge the material of the comb. Fatty, you

Find a way to climb out from the back wall, take the comb to Li Chengsen, and ask him to help find out the origin of the comb."

Seeing Xie Bangui turn around and leave the room, Fatty Gao hurriedly shouted: "Brother, where are you going?"
Chapter completed!