After traveling all night, Lu Feng and Wang Wei returned to Tianyuan City in the early morning.
"Take me to the crime scene first," Lu Feng said to Wang Wei.
Under the leadership of Wang Wei, Lu Feng came to Wang Cuihua's residence, a thatched house that couldn't be simpler. The layout of the house was also extremely simple. At first glance, it was clear that life was very difficult.
Wang Wei pointed to a badly damaged bamboo bed and said, "Wang Cuihua died on the edge of this bed yesterday."
Lu Feng took a look around the surroundings. Although the tables and chairs were old and worn, they were all wiped clean. The quilt on the bamboo bed was also folded very neatly. However, there was a line of splattered blood on the quilt, which he thought was left when Wang Cuihua died yesterday.
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Wang Wei pointed to the bamboo windows on both sides and said: "When we arrived yesterday, the bamboo windows in the house were tightly closed from the inside. Su Qing'er was the only one at the scene, with a carving knife in her hand."
Lu Feng frowned and thought, and subconsciously sat down on a wooden bench. He suddenly felt a touch of warmth, let out a startled cry, and asked Wang Wei, "Did someone spill the tea yesterday?"
Wang Wei didn't understand Lu Feng's meaning for a moment. At Lu Feng's signal, he reached out and touched the wooden bench and bamboo table, and found that the surface was a little damp, as if it had been soaked by rain and was not yet dry.
"It's strange that there is no tea in the house? Although it was gloomy last night, it didn't rain either." Wang Wei was a little confused. After thinking for a while, he guessed: "Maybe it was the water stains left by cleaning when moving the body.
Bar".
Lu Feng carefully surveyed the surroundings and found nothing, so he had to rush back to the prison with Wang Wei.
In the prison cell, Su Qing'er was squatting in the corner with tears in her eyes, her face covered with tears, and she looked extremely aggrieved.
Lu Feng approached slowly. Su Qing'er heard the movement and looked up. After spotting Lu Feng's figure, she immediately ran to the door of the cell. Holding the vertical bars with both hands, she looked at Lu Feng with tearful eyes: "Brother Lu~"
Upon seeing this, Wang Wei stepped aside and gave Lu Feng some private space so that Su Qing'er could open up her heart and defend herself.
"What happened?" Lu Feng asked.
Su Qing'er choked up and said full of grievance: "Brother Lu, believe me, I really didn't kill her, I was framed."
"Who framed you?" Lu Feng asked.
With tears in her eyes, Su Qing'er shook her head and said: "I don't know, it was my aunt who asked me to go to that thatched cottage. She said that if she used money to settle Zhang Cuihua, my brother would be fine, but I really can't think about everything that happened after that.
Understand, aunt... I don’t know who I can trust now, who is the good guy and who is the bad guy..."
"Su Nan?" Lu Feng had read the Su family's genealogy before, and had some impression of the Su Nan that Su Qing'er said, but he knew very little about it.
Su Qing'er nodded, wiped her tears and said, "Although my aunt and my mother often have conflicts on weekdays, they are all trivial matters and she will never harm me because of them. There must be something hidden."
"Even if my aunt doesn't want to see me, she has always loved Xiao Mo and will never do anything detrimental to the Su family."
Su Qing'er kept talking a lot, making excuses for Su Nan. She didn't want to and didn't dare to believe that Su Nan would frame her.
Lu Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I will investigate Su Nan's side and tell you what happened after you went to the thatched cottage?"
Su Qing'er had a bitter look on her face when she heard this, she raised her hand and scratched her hair, and said painfully: "I...I can't remember clearly. I only remember that I came to the thatched house and saw Wang Cuihua sitting on the edge of the bed blankly. What happened next?
I can’t remember it at all.”
Lu Feng frowned and said in confusion: "Can't remember? Wang Wei said that he saw you holding a carving knife in your hand, and Wang Cuihua also died due to the double-edged carving skill. What's your impression of this?"
Su Qing'er shook her head, tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked with sobs: "Brother Lu, I really can't remember. How could I not remember anything... How could I..."
Lu Feng stopped asking about the thatched cottage and asked instead, "Who has mastered the double-edged engraving technique?"
Su Qing'er couldn't help but feel a chill on her back when she heard this. Wang Cuihua died due to the skill of double-edged engraving. Only the most core people in the Su family are qualified to learn this method...
Taking a deep breath, Su Qing'er said: "The double-edged inscription skill is a secret of the Su family that is not spread to outsiders. No more than ten people can use it, including grandma, mother, aunt, Xiao Mo..."
After Lu Feng heard this, he sighed and said, "Shan Wu and the others have already inquired about the people you mentioned. They all had alibis when the incident occurred. Are there any omissions?"
Su Qing'er said bitterly: "No, unless someone secretly learns it... Well... Brother Lu, you also know this technique... Could someone do this deliberately to provoke you?"
"If you come against me, there is no need to go to such trouble," Lu Feng thought for a while and said bluntly: "In my opinion, there may be someone dealing with the Su family in secret, first it was Su Mo, then you, and now
The Su Mansion can be said to be in turmoil."
When Su Qing'er heard this, she secretly felt that it made sense, and her expression was full of panic and worry.
Lu Feng asked Su Qing'er some more details. Before leaving, he suddenly saw some traces of time on the wooden bars of the prison, and an idea flashed in his mind.
He immediately ordered Wang Wei to untie the 'Spirit Lock' on Su Qing'er's hand, and then signaled to Su Qing'er: "Take out the carving knife, treat the wooden fence as Wang Cuihua, and attack with the double-edged inscription technique."
Su Qing'er didn't understand what Lu Feng meant, but she still took out the carving knife, waved her hands, and two streams of spiritual energy shot out from the blade.
Lu Feng took a deep look at the marks Su Qing'er left on the wood, then left the prison and immediately came to the mortuary.
Xing Qi had just finished investigating the cause of Wang Cuihua's death. He sat blankly on one side, thinking in his heart. Except for the fatal wound on Wang Cuihua's throat, he found nothing.
Well! Cough~
Wang Wei coughed as a reminder.
Xing Qi turned around when he heard the noise, and got up quickly when he saw Lu Feng.
"How was the test?" Lu Feng asked.
Xing Qi bowed and replied: "No other abnormalities were found. It can be roughly determined that the stab wound in the throat was fatal."
Lu Feng approached the corpse table, lifted the shroud covering Wang Cuihua's body, glanced at the wound on her throat, and saw Wang Wei following him sideways, and said: "Compare the wounds made by Su Qing'er just now.
Can you see any traces?"
Wang Wei thought for a moment and said: "They are 80% or 90% similar, but the strength seems to be a bit heavier."
Lu Feng nodded and said: "The double-edged engraving technique has a special characteristic. There seems to be no connection between the two blades, but in fact there is a special angle and direction. And every formation master who practices the double-edged engraving technique,
The traces produced are all slightly different. Although they are not obvious, formation masters who are familiar with this technique can tell them at a glance."
Lu Feng pointed at the scar and said: "Although the intensity of this scar is a little more ruthless than what Su Qing'er just applied, the method of exerting the force and the angle of the starting hand are exactly the same. I'm afraid it was indeed caused by her.
…It’s just that the accuracy is a little bit worse.”
"She really killed her?" Wang Wei was stunned and looked a little surprised. Based on his many years of experience in identifying people, he always felt that Su Qing'er was not the kind of person who killed innocent people indiscriminately.
Xing Qi also sighed with emotion: "Isn't this why people should not be judged by their appearance? A girl who looks so innocent and pretty would actually do this to an old, weak woman and child."
Lu Feng shook his head and said: "I just said that the scar was from her hand, I didn't say that she was the murderer!"
"Ah?" Wang Wei and Xing Qi were stunned at the same time, neither of them understood what Lu Feng meant.
Xing Qi asked: "Since it was done by her, if it was not the murderer, could there be other causes of death?"
Lu Feng raised his hand and patted Xing Qi's shoulder and smiled at him.
Xing Qi subconsciously looked up, his eyes met, and suddenly he felt a ray of purple light flickering in Lu Feng's eyes. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this layer of purple light was infinitely magnifying.
"This is..." Wang Wei looked at Lu Feng and Xing Qi in surprise. At this moment, Lu Feng's eyes had returned to normal, but Xing Qi's eyes had a purple meaning.
"Fourth!" Wang Wei shouted subconsciously when he saw that the state of Xingqi was abnormal, but he didn't get any response. The latter just stood there stupidly.
"Go get your brother's prison card!" Lu Feng said to Xing Qi.
Lu Feng's voice sounded very gentle, with no hint of a command, but to Xing Qi it sounded like thunder filling his body, burning his heart, making him feel fear deep in his soul, and he subconsciously did not dare to execute it.
There was a little bit of resistance.
While Wang Wei was still dazed, Xing Qi's hand had already reached towards his waist and was about to touch the hanging prison sign.
"No!" Wang Wei shouted, the prison card is a symbol of status, and people like him who are deeply educated by the Prison Spirit Hall take the prison card very seriously.
Xing Qi ignored Wang Wei's shouting and pulled off the prison card.
Seeing that the lanyard around his waist had been broken, Wang Wei immediately stepped forward and grabbed Xing Qi, trying to take back the prison card in his hand.
Suddenly, Xing Qi's whole body erupted with frightening spiritual energy and rushed towards Wang Wei in an instant.
Wang Wei was shocked. If he did not withdraw his strength, he would definitely collide with the spiritual energy of Xing Qi. With his current strength, Xing Qi would definitely be hurt by the spiritual energy.
After careful consideration, Wang Wei had no choice but to retreat and gave up the fight for the prison card.
"What's wrong with him?" Wang Wei shouted in fear.
"The art of absorbing souls," Lu Feng said lightly, and when he finished speaking, the purple intention in Xing Qi's eyes was taken back, and he regained his consciousness.
Xing Qi stood in the distance with a dull expression, holding Wang Wei's prison card in his hand. He looked at Lu Feng and the two in confusion, and said in a daze: "I... what's wrong with me?"
Wang Wei stated truthfully: "You just took my prison card."
Xing Qi exclaimed and looked at the prison card in his hand. After discovering that Wang Wei's identity information was on it, he immediately ran to Wang Wei's side and said apologetically: "Brother~ I... I didn't mean it. How could I
Can’t you remember what happened just now?”
"You have been possessed," Wang Wei explained: "This should be what you want to convey to us. Although the fatal scar on Wang Cuihua's throat was made by Su Qing'er, she may also have been controlled by someone."