Prince Jieli was assassinated, and there were signs of a fight at the scene.
Prince Jieli was cut off by Bai Song, and it was obvious that he had not yet recovered.
Although he is the first warrior of the Turks, if the swordsman who decapitated his head wanted to kill him when he was seriously injured, it should be easier.
And I heard that when the sword killed other Turkic warriors, no trace was left at the scene.
If that swordsman had killed Prince Jieli, there would be no trace left behind now.
However, the current situation is that the entire incident scene is in a mess, and Prince Jieli fought with the murderer before he died.
This obviously does not fit the description of the swordsman.
It was already obvious that there was someone else who killed Prince Jieli.
But Mr. Liu did not make a judgment immediately.
If this case is reported like this, the old prisoner is not caught, and a new prisoner is found, then they, the low-level errands, will have a hard time with it.
Should we combine two cases into one case?
This is the question Mr. Liu is considering.
Officials were inspecting the scene and sorting out any suspicious traces.
Bai Song took advantage of this opportunity to go to a clan leader and whispered about the matter.
The Turks really don't understand the inside story of this matter, and everything they say is true.
The incident happened just an hour ago. When someone heard Prince Jieli's cry for help and rushed to the room, he was already dead.
No one has seen the murderer's face.
Bai Song responded with a few words, telling them that the court attached great importance to this matter and was not doing anything perfunctory, and would definitely provide a result as soon as possible.
With Bai Song in the middle, the depression of the Turks was relieved a lot.
Bai Song returned to the scene and happened to see an official coming over with an old door panel. He stood in front of Mr. Liu and whispered: "Sir, the deceased has been holding on to this door panel for a long time. It should be the last struggle before death."
Mr. Liu held the door panel and looked at it, while Bai Song was also observing.
This door panel is about the size of two palms. In addition to traces of age, there are blood stains and knife marks on it. It is so messy that nothing can be seen.
After a while, Mr. Liu let out a sigh and took the door panel closer.
Mr. Liu found some irregular nail marks on the door panel, which were obviously some kind of signals left by the deceased before his death.
"Come here! Draw the nail prints on it neatly and see what message the deceased wants to tell us in the end?"
There was an experienced painter in the team, and he immediately took out a pen and paper to observe the nail marks on the door panel.
Unfortunately, in addition to the nail marks on the door panel, there are also knife marks and the texture of the wood itself, which is uneven and uneven. The nail marks are extremely difficult to identify among them, and the painter's painting progress is very slow.
Bai Song looked at it and said, "Leave this to me."
Everyone looked at Bai Song. Bai Song took the door panel from the painter's hand, took out another piece of paper and pasted it on the door panel. Then he took out his charcoal pen and smeared it back and forth on the paper with the side edge of the refill.
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, all the lines on the door panel were clearly printed on the paper, and they were black and white, very clear.
Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, feeling that Bai Song was performing a magic trick.
The image printed with this charcoal pen is not the muddy image that is seen with contemporary brush and ink rubbings. Any small texture can be revealed as traces of the charcoal pen.
Yu Qingqing watched with gusto, looking at the admiring eyes of the official from the Ministry of Justice, she felt as if she was worshiping herself.
I thought to myself that this charcoal pen had such effects, I had never thought of it. As expected of Mr. Bai, he is truly an all-rounder and can do everything.
Bai Song didn't see that Yu Qingqing beside him started to see stars again. He gradually frowned as he looked at the lines on the paper.
There are three very obvious lines on the door panel. The first type is the knife marks. There are three knives in total, two horizontal and one vertical. The second type is the grain of the wood itself that makes the door panel. It seems irregular, but all the grains are facing the same direction.
It's easy to identify. The last pattern is the mark of a person's fingernail.
In order to verify this conjecture, the official used the deceased's nails to compare and found that they fit perfectly.
The nail marks are inconsistent, intermittent, and of different shades. It’s no wonder that the artist had difficulty replicating them. Even if they were rubbed like this, they are still difficult to identify.
However, everyone can vaguely identify what the deceased carved with his fingernails before he died!
This is not Chinese or Turkic, but a very simple pattern.
The outer circle is a circle, and it looks like an inverted triangle with a curvature, crooked and irregular.
There is a cross inside, and together they look like a cross inside a circle.
But it's obviously not such a regular pattern.
One end of the middle cross is longer, one end is shorter, and the longer end has an obviously upward curved hook.
A group of people gathered around Bai Song and looked at this pattern for a long time. Everyone was thinking about what it meant.
Time passed little by little and the scene was very quiet.
Lu Xiaochen carefully recorded what he saw and heard, and did his job honestly. Although he was in the Criminal Department, it was not his turn to handle the case.
Lu Xiaochen felt that the silence at the scene was too long, which was a bit strange. He looked suspiciously at the crowd and then at the paper in Bai Song's hand.
Lu Xiaochen glanced casually, his brows suddenly furrowed, and after only two seconds of looking at it, the pen in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he suddenly exclaimed: "This is not..."
"Um?!"
As soon as Lu Xiaochen opened his mouth, Mr. Liu suddenly woke up, raised his voice, hummed heavily, and turned back to stare at Lu Xiaochen, full of warning!
"Do your part!"
When Lu Xiaochen heard this, he quickly shut up and picked up the pen, his hand trembling.
"Eh? Do you see what it is?"
Yu Qingqing asked curiously.
Mr. Liu shook his head: "It's good to have made this discovery. I will summarize the matter and report it to Mr. Shangshu at night when I get back."
As soon as he said these words, it was clear that he wanted to go home.
Bai Song was also stunned for a moment, looked at Mr. Liu and Lu Xiaochen, and thought to himself, maybe he had seen some clues?
Looking at Lu Xiaochen's nervous expression, he didn't understand the reason.
An inexplicable pattern, why is it like this?
Yu Qingqing came to Bai Song: "Do you see what this is?"
Bai Song shook his head.
"Hey, that's boring. Look, they're all leaving. Should we follow them back to the Criminal Department?"
"It's getting late, I have to take you back."
"Yes!" Yu Qingqing responded crisply and generously took Bai Song's hand.
Bai Song's eyes widened and he slapped Yu Qingqing's hand: "What are you doing?"
Yu Qingqing felt pain, took back her little hand, and pouted her mouth: "What! It's not like men and women can't be intimate with each other!"
"Men are more reclusive than men! If you want to follow me, be honest and don't act cute in front of me. I won't do that, young master."
"Huh! If you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Who cares!"
Saying that, Yu Qingqing tossed her head and walked in front.
Yu Shinan's residence was not far from the academy, and it was already midnight after Bai Song sent Yu Qingqing back.
At night, there is a bright moon and stars in the sky, and there are bright lanterns on the road. Even though I am just one person, I don't feel lonely.
Bai Song walked and looked at the sky, unable to feel any difference between the moon on August 14th and August 15th.
Thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, every household is preparing for the festival, and the festival is festive everywhere, but Bai Song always feels that the Mid-Autumn Festival here is a little less than the Mid-Autumn Festival in memory.
Bai Song walked and thought about it all the way. When he arrived at the door of his house, he suddenly thought, isn't the moon cake missing?
During the Zhenguan period, rice dumplings had become popular, but mooncakes were still a rare thing. They occasionally appeared among the people, but they were not popular, at least not in Chang'an.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, without mooncakes, the taste will naturally be lost.
Bai Song made a plan to teach Sang Sang how to make mooncakes early tomorrow morning, so that he could eat them while admiring the lanterns at the lantern festival.
Bai Song stood at the door of his house, and when he was about to call Sangsang, a familiar carriage came slowly from far away.
"Boy Bai, we meet everywhere in life. It seems that you and I are really destined! How can we meet so late?"
The carriage curtain opened, and the sleepy prince forced out a smile.
Bai Song was surprised and hurriedly turned around to salute. When he arrived in the capital, he had to follow all the rules.
"Your Majesty, it's so late...are you leaving the imperial city?"
Li Zhan smiled and nodded: "Yes, there are so many trivial matters that it is difficult to get distracted."
Bai Song also admired him in his heart. This prince was about the same age as his master Yu Shinan. Not only did he go to Youzhou to deal with the Holy Lotus Sect, but he also had to deal with some affairs of the Secret Order.
Now in the capital, he actually works until midnight. He is simply a role model for an important minister!
The key person has always been playful and smiling, and his energy has always been pretty good. He is much better than Yu Shinan, and he looks more than ten years younger.
Li Zhan said a few words to Bai Song, but he was probably too sleepy and didn't stay much longer. He said goodbye to Bai Song, closed the car curtain and waved to the coachman to leave.
Different from the large group of people accompanying him when they met at the gate of the imperial city earlier, there was only one coachman beside the prince, but it was not the same guard he had seen before.
Bai Song watched the carriage passing by and felt a little emotional in his heart. He thought that Li Shimin was lucky to have so many loyal ministers and good generals to protect the country. Without the help of such people, it would be difficult for the Tang Dynasty to flourish, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, Bai Song let out a light sigh in his heart, and suddenly he glanced at something familiar.
His body suddenly froze in place, his eyes resting on the coachman's waist.
His waistband is very obvious, an inverted triangle that looks like a circle but not a circle, with a cross engraved in the middle. One end of the cross is longer and has an obvious upward angle. It is a simplified pattern of a knife!
Seeing this scene, Bai Song's mind buzzed, and his memory returned to the waist badge that he had kept for a while!
It was the Mi Zhaosi waist badge. The shape was the same as the one I saw now, but the pattern in the middle was different. The one I took had a simple horizontal line.
What I see now is the pattern of a knife!
And wasn’t this pattern left by Prince Jieli before he died?
This is the secret card of Mishaosi!
Prince Jieli didn't know the killer, but he saw the killer's waist card. He left clues to the killer's waist card before he died.
The person who killed Prince Jieli was appointed by the Secret Counselor, who was directly appointed by the emperor.
The person who wants Prince Jieli’s life is Li Shimin!