Meng Xing looked around. The houses around them were not very dense. They were a little far apart. Although Ding Haishi's death screams spread farther in the middle of the night, the residents around him might have heard them while they were sleeping.
The sound was much quieter.
However, during the Dinghai period, these three people were quite diligent in studying. Even in the middle of the night, they were still sitting in the yard reading.
... No, it could also be that Ding Hai knew that the person who instigated him might come to kill him, so he called two companions to study in the courtyard. Firstly, it was to strengthen his courage and fear in his heart, and secondly, he wanted to scare him.
Run away from the person who ordered him?
I'm afraid he didn't expect that the person who instigated him turned out to be a powerful master, and it would be effortless to kill him.
Meng Xing guessed in his heart and imagined the scene at that time.
When everyone walked into the house, three corpses were still lying in the yard and had not been moved away.
Meng Xing looked at all three corpses carefully. As he analyzed, the two students were killed suddenly, but Ding Haishi should have been killed after being interrogated. There was a look of horror on his face. Three
There were signs of movement on the body, and it was obvious that other people had also looked at it.
Meng Xing looked at the yard. It was not a big yard. There were five trees about two feet high, some flowers and plants, and a few fine stone paths. It was elegant and unique, very suitable for scholars to be elegant.
Meng Xing looked through the book that Ding Hai had read again. There were some blood stains on the book, and the blood stains on one page were particularly obvious. It was obvious that he was reading this page at that time.
Meng Xing took a closer look and found that one of the characters actually had a deep blood mark, which seemed to have been scratched by Ding Haishi with his finger before he died.
Zhong Captou asked: "Mr. Meng, have you discovered anything?"
"The word 'zuo' should have been written by Ding Haishi before he died," Meng Xing said.
"This is the word 'zuo' for poetry. He wants to tell us that he regrets composing a poem? Well, Brother Meng, he should regret composing your poem." Zhou Jingyun came over and took a look.
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Meng Xing said: "It is possible."
"There is no use regretting it. Even if he was forced, he should not plagiarize your poems and promote them as his own." Zhou Jingyun said.
When Ding Hai and Meng Chunhua had a conflict, he was also present, but he was too lazy to care about the affairs of the Imperial College and Qingfeng College. As long as no one was killed, they soul angels didn't need to worry about it.
Meng Xing nodded and said: "There are no other clues at this scene. It may be difficult to find the murderer."
There was no surveillance in ancient times, and it was impossible to know the appearance of the murderer. The murderer was also a cultivator. Whether it was a martial arts system, a Taoist system, or a demonic system, after killing someone, it was easy to escape.
Mr. Zhong said: "Yes! The murderer kills people cleanly, and he is a monk. It will be even harder to catch him."
Mr. Zhong, who has been involved in criminal investigation for many years, naturally knows the difficulty. The probability of catching the murderer in this kind of case is very small. Unless it is a blind cat who encounters a dead mouse, it is considered good to solve one out of ten cases.
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Xing Yixuan sneered. Naturally, he didn't want Meng Xing to find the murderer. Although finding the murderer would clear his relationship, it would also expose this kid to Princess Yangping.
Princess Yangping came here specially to learn more about this boy, probably because she wanted to recruit him or she was greedy for his body. No matter which one it was, it made Xing Yixuan jealous.
As the most promising young talent in the Soul Angel Yamen, in what way is he inferior to this guy?
Meng Xing asked: "Where is Meng Chunhui?"
"Stay in the government prison." Zhong Baotou said.
"Let's go back and ask him to see if we can find out anything." Meng Xing said.
Everyone then walked out of the house.
Meng Xing asked: "Ding Hai, wasn't he a student of the Imperial College? How could he rent a house here?"
"The supervision of Imperial College students is not very strict. These students can rent a house outside, as long as they go there during class time." Zhong Patou said.
"It only takes three-quarters of an hour to walk from here to the Imperial College."
Meng Xing nodded. Three quarters of an hour is only about forty-five minutes, which is much closer than 996 office workers.
Everyone got on their horses and galloped towards the government office. Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the government office.
Meng Xing followed Mr. Zhong to the prison, while the others stayed in the office.
Entering the torture room of the prison, some officers went to take Meng Chunhui out.
Meng Chun's hair was a little messy and his expression was a little embarrassed. When he saw Zhong Captou, he said: "Sir, I didn't kill anyone, why did you arrest me?"
"You are suspected of murder. After the interrogation is clear, you will naturally be released." Mr. Zhong said coldly.
"Then please ask quickly, sir." Meng Chun waved.
"This Mr. Meng will ask you." Zhong Baotou pointed at Meng Xing and said.
"Mr. Meng?" Only then did Meng Chunhui see clearly that Meng Xing next to him was actually the original author of the poem he had met yesterday.
Meng Xing said: "It's me. I have a few questions to ask you."
Meng Chunhuai sat on the stool, was silent for a while, and said, "You can ask."
"Where did you know about my fortune teller?" Meng Xing asked.
"In Chunyi Tower in Guangyang County, your calligraphy and paintings are hung there, and the girls in Chunyi Tower also sing. It must have been the second day after you went to Chunyi Tower. I went there, and the girl there said that a very good girl came yesterday.
The talented poet who wrote poetry is named Meng, and I don’t know his real name.” Meng Chun waved.
"I thought the poem was excellent at the time, so I memorized it. After returning to the capital, I revised it based on the original poem and took it out as something I had written. The teaching thought that I had written it well, so it was included in "Ya"
"Jun Ji" Part 1."
"I originally thought that if you knew about it then, I would pay you some compensation. And since you are in Guangyang County, you may not come to the capital, so I didn't take it seriously." He said with some shame on his face.
Meng Xing nodded and asked, "Then how did you and Ding Haishi conflict?"
"Ding Hai was a native of Wuyang County, and somehow he knew this poem. He promoted this poem as his own and included it in the "Guo Ya Ji". Probably someone discovered that this poem had something to do with me.
The writing was similar, so yesterday he brought people to question me for plagiarizing his poems. Everyone was very angry and almost started fighting," Meng Chun said.
"The whole thing is like this. In fact, no one has any deep hatred. Unexpectedly, he was killed last night, so the people in the Imperial College thought I was the one who killed him to vent their anger, and went to Qingfeng Academy to cause trouble."
In order to get rid of suspicion as soon as possible, Meng Chunhui also spoke in detail.
"I am a weak scholar. I have never killed a person, so how could I kill him?"
Meng Xing asked some more questions, then left the prison with Mr. Zhong and returned to the office.
"How's it going? Is there any progress?" Zhou Jingyun asked.
"Hmph! This case is so difficult. The murderer comes and goes without a trace. How easy is it to find the murderer?" Xing Yixuan mocked.
Meng Xing glanced at him and said: "I have investigated clearly. Let's do it together, the murderer is him!"