After He Zhiyuan finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
He didn't care that the person who helped He Ming look after his injury had a grudge against him, and continued: "This shouldn't be the case. He Ming and He Liang's injuries were exactly the same. They were in almost the same state yesterday. Didn't He Liang die because of his injury?
Death?"
He Zhiran had completely confirmed this after checking He Ming's injuries.
According to Mo Jiuye, there was no deviation when he took action, and the injuries of the two people could be said to be exactly the same.
When she checked He Ming's injuries just now, she was absolutely sure that apart from being a little weak, He Ming was not in any danger to his life. He couldn't just sleep and die.
He Zhiran looked at the corpse parked opposite and strode over.
In full view of everyone, she opened a piece of tattered clothing covering He Liang's head.
He Liang's eyes were closed tightly, not the kind that was forcibly closed after death, indicating that he was not in pain when he died.
Moreover, she could determine that it had not been more than an hour since He Liang's death.
To be precise, it should be after Mo Jiuye returned from a night visit to the county government prison.
After careful inspection, He Zhiran pulled out a slender silver needle from He Liang's Baihui point.
While she was inspecting the body, Peng Wang and He Zhiyuan stood watching.
When He Zhiran pulled out the silver needle, both of them were stunned.
He Zhiyuan burst into tears again.
"Who is it? Who is it? It's not enough to hurt my son, but you also want to take his life... Wuwuwu..."
After all, he had been an official for many years, so he didn't know anything about this assassination method.
Those who can kill people in this invisible way are all masters among masters.
And the main purpose is to silence them.
He Zhiyuan couldn't help but think deeply. He was thinking about who He Liang had offended when he was in the capital.
Maybe in this way, he can guess who the murderer is.
However, he racked his brains and couldn't think of any time when He Liang had offended such a powerful person.
He Liang's wife came over crying, covered his head with ragged clothes again, and cried: "At dawn, my husband said she was thirsty, so I fed her some water.
And I didn’t sleep too well. Someone came to kill my husband, but I didn’t realize it. Husband, it’s me who is sorry for you... Wuwuwu... It’s all my fault for not taking good care of you... Wuwuwu..."
Seeing her sister-in-law sad, He Ming's wife also cried.
"Our He family has been exiled, who would be so unforgiving to their brothers?
Fortunately, I took my husband to the other side of the hay shed to take care of him last night. If I had put the two brothers together, I'm afraid two lives would have been lost by now..."
After listening to the cries of He Ming and He Liang's wives, He Zhiran got another piece of news, that is, the two brothers did not lie together last night.
With this clue, He Zhiran's thinking seemed to be a little clearer.
This kind of thing happened among the exiled team. It was impossible for Peng Wang to send He Liang's body to the Yamen and ask the county magistrate to investigate the case and find the real culprit. He could only order people to deal with the aftermath as soon as possible without delaying his journey.
While the He family was still grieving, the official had already found a local person who specialized in disposing of corpses, and after giving him a few copper coins, the person moved He Liang's body away.
He Zhiran discovered something during the autopsy, so she did not stay here any longer. She said hello to Peng Wang and returned to Mo Jiuye's room.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Mo Jiuye couldn't wait to ask: "Did you find anything?"
He Zhiran told Mo Jiuye the results of the autopsy and emphasized that the He brothers did not sleep in the same place.
Mo Jiuye's eyes darkened instantly.
Seeing his expression, He Zhiran knew that he must have thought of something.
"Do you think He Liang is your scapegoat?"
Mo Jiuye raised his head and his eyes became deeper.
"You think so too?"
He Zhiran nodded and expressed his inference.
"The time of He Liang's death should be after you left that yard, which means that you didn't know about those people's new actions.
If the killer comes for you, he will definitely look for someone with injuries when he gets here.
He Liang happened to be resting on the edge of the hut, and his wife helped him get up to drink water just before dawn.
My guess is that the killer noticed their interaction, determined that He Liang was seriously injured, and his body shape was somewhat similar to yours, so he mistook He Liang for you."
He Zhiran's description was very comprehensive and completely consistent with Mo Jiuye's guess.
He increasingly felt that this woman was more extraordinary than he imagined.
At the same time, he is also glad that he can meet such a wife, which is simply a great help given to him by God.
Mo Jiuye himself didn't know why. At this time, he could still think about all the things he had and didn't have.
But soon, he recovered his wandering thoughts.
"He Liang's death is a good thing for us."
"Why?" He Zhiran asked.
"If it's really what you just said, the killer will definitely go back and report, and the assassination will be successful.
In a short period of time, Nan Qi will think that I am dead, and even if he discovers something is wrong, the next move will not be too fast, and we can live in peace for a while."
He Zhiran knew that Mo Jiuye's analysis was reasonable.
But the peace he talks about is only temporary. If you want to live in peace permanently, I'm afraid it's not possible yet.
He Zhiran was mentally prepared when he followed Mo Jiuye on the road to exile. There would be no peace along the way, and it would still be the same in the future.
"In this case, we will happily face everything in the future, and we will cover up the water and the earth when the soldiers come.
Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good, and I don’t believe that those with bad intentions can stay idle for too long.”
Take Nan Qi for example. According to historical records, less than five years after he ascended the throne, he injured his body due to his addiction to women and died early.
Later, his six-year-old son came to the throne, and the court was controlled by powerful ministers. It didn't take long for Dashun to change its owner.
However, He Zhiran did not tell Mo Jiuye about her plans. She had already changed Mo Jiuye's fate once. Who knows what will happen in the future?
When Mo Jiuye was confiscated and exiled, she had already lost confidence in the future, and even developed a feeling of self-destruction.
But since he discovered Nan Qi's true identity, he has completely changed his mind.
He Zhiran, a woman who had just married into the Mo family, was full of hope for the future. If he, the only man in the Mo family, continued to give up on himself, he would be very sorry to the ancestors of the Mo family and the family members who were exiled with him.
No matter what, he has to work hard to survive. Even if he can only live in the barren northwest in the future, as long as his family is harmonious and beautiful, it is a blessing.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye immediately cheered up.
"Don't worry, I will do my best to protect my family and you."