Mu Hu simply put the tray on the ground and raised the hammer in front of Han Chengli, "Do you recognize this?"
Han Chengli's head was still hanging slightly, he rolled his eyes and glanced at Mu Hu, then sighed, "Who are you?"
Mu Hu was stunned for a moment, then raised the hammer in front of Han Cheng.
Han Chengli quickly closed his eyes to dodge.
Unexpectedly, Mu Hu raised his left elbow sharply and hit Han Chengli on the right side of his face.
Han Chengli's head swayed violently from side to side like a salesman's drum.
Mu Tian stepped forward, squatted in front of Han Chengli, stretched out his hand to hold his chin, and locked his Adam's apple with his claw-like fingers.
Han Chengli sobbed in pain.
"explain!"
Mu Tian relaxed his fingers.
"Recognize, recognize." Han Chengli breathed out the two words with difficulty.
"Bring the microphone." Mu Tian called Mu Hu.
Mu Hu stood up, walked over, dragged the microphone over, and held it up in front of Han Chengli.
"How did we meet?"
"My family uses it for nailing horseshoes." Han Chengli probably got used to Mu Tian's control and spoke much more smoothly.
"Why did you appear in Yu Delin's new house?" Mu Tian slowed down his tone.
"I don't know, it has always been in the warehouse of my stable." Han Chengli stretched his neck forward as much as possible to make himself more comfortable.
"have no idea?"
"I don't know?" Mu Tian lowered his voice completely, just like the two of them chatting normally.
He released the hand holding Han Chengli's chin, picked up the candle on the tray, and raised it together with the hammer in front of Han Chengli, "What about this? It was cut from the wall of Yu Delin's new house." He stared at it with regret.
Han Chengli, who had a look on his face, suddenly raised his voice, "Why are the inscriptions and notches exactly the same?! Say."
Han Chengli tried his best to open his eyes wide and express his hatred for Mu Tian.
"You're sorry. You didn't even know that you would leave traces on the wall. You drew the bow too full!" Mu Tian put the candle lump back on the tray, picked up the three steel needles on it, and placed it on the wall.
He slapped the hammer, "This is yours too, right? One stick can kill Yu Delin, why did you smash three sticks in? How much do you hate him?"
"I don't know what you are talking about?" Han Chengli was still pretending to be stupid.
"Bring Gou Da Shuan, Blacksmith Murong!" Mu Tian shouted loudly.
Piqué escorted the three of them over, trembling, and stood beside Mu Tian.
Mu Tian stared at Brother Murong, "Here, tell me who have you used these steel needles for?"
The elder Brother Murong bowed and saluted, "We brothers haven't made this kind of needles for a long time. A few months ago, this guest came to us and ordered three customized needles. Your husband also ordered one yesterday.
One hundred and ten."
"Gou Dashuan, is the blacksmith telling the truth?! Who asked you to go to Murong Blacksmith to customize the steel needle?! After you took the steel needle, who did you give it to?!" Mu Tian didn't look at Gou Dashuan at all and shouted continuously.
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"Hui, Mr. Hui Mu, yes, it's the truth. The young master asked me to find Murong Ding, and I gave it to the young master when I got it back."
"Who is this young master you are talking about and what is his name?!"
"My young master, Han, Han Chengli."
Mu Tian waved his hand and Pique took the three of them away.
"Han Chengli, what else do you have to say? In Haizidang, who can smash three steel needles into the victim's skull, pass through the brainstem accurately without damaging the scalp, except for you, Mr. Han, who was born in a horseshoe, there is no one else
Who could it be?"
"That bitch seduced me. She said that he loved me and that if Yu Delin died, he could stay with me forever. I loved her too, so I killed him for her." Han Chengli was making his final struggle.
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"You admit to killing someone?"
"Yes, I admit it, but I killed it for Pang Liying. Who knew this bitch would do this to me? Mr. Mutian, you are a detective. We had a good chat yesterday. You have to be aware of it."
"Forget it, detective. I just have itchy hands. I made a bet with the prince to solve this case. We had a good chat today. I still have another question. Where did the marle grass that turned Yu Delin's hair come from?
To be honest, you still have hope." Mu Tian said it as if he was just chatting.
Han Chengli breathed a long sigh of relief, "I found it at the racecourse and sent it to her."
"Is it the truth? Did you provide it to Pang Liying?"
"Yes, it's the truth, I swear." Han Chengli said anxiously.
Mu Tian nodded continuously and tried to stand up.
"Mu, Mr. Mu, I love her. We have been in love for a long time. If it weren't for Wang Yidong, no, no, it was the prince who messed up the mandarin ducks and betrothed her to Yu Delin, none of this would have happened."
"Are you saying that everything in Peng Liying's confession is true?" Mu Tian looked at Han Chengli with a smile, a somewhat cordial smile.
"Yes, it's true."
"Then you said it was all the prince's fault? Did the prince know that you loved Pang Liying at that time?" Mu Tian suddenly lowered his voice and asked, as if he was discussing a private issue.
"I don't know if he knows. I guess he doesn't know." Han Chengli may have felt that he saw hope, and his tone softened.
"People have been civilized for many years now. You are not married to her, but you are still interested in free love. What do you two have to hide?"
"I……"
"You haven't made any official announcement, right? So the prince has no way of knowing."
"It should be, that's it, I guess." Han Chengli said anxiously.
Mu Tian suddenly grabbed the microphone pole, lifted up Mu Hu's shirt, stuffed it in, and pushed him to the side.
A howling sound came from the big speaker.
Mu Hu stared at Mu Tian blankly, holding his hands on his abdomen, at a loss.
Mu Tian waved his hand urgently, telling him to go away quickly.
Mu Hu held the microphone and ran over until the wire caught him.
The melon-eating crowd, who had been fascinated by the sound, saw that the loudspeaker had lost its sound and began to discuss in a buzzing manner.
Mu Tian took out the celadon powder box he had taken from Peng Liying's boudoir from his pocket and held it up to Han Chengli's eyes.
"Let's tell you something that doesn't require you to guess. You gave this to Pang Liying, right?"
Han Chengli lowered his head and was speechless.
"Do you love that woman?!" Mu Tian suddenly pointed at Pang Liying's body lying on the observation deck and shouted in a low voice.
Han Chengli looked at Mu Tian with twinkling eyes, as if judging what Mu Tian would do next.
"This must be hibiscus cream. You used this to control that woman, and you also used this to seduce her sister-in-law Yu Deqin!"
"I, I didn't, no, no." Han Chengli almost muttered.
Mu Tian paid no attention to what he was saying, "You took possession of a man's wife and seduced his sister. When you were about to act casually, you were caught by Yu Delin, who wanted to take this to report to the prince. That's why you had murderous intentions and carried it out.
Murder! Do you do it because you love that woman Pang Liying?! Are you still a human being?" A deep roar made Han Chengli convulse all over.
"Mu, Mr. Mu, everything you said is correct. Please spare my life, and I will serve you as a cow and a horse for the rest of my life." Han Chengli clasped his hands together, fell to the ground, and knocked his head on the floor, one after another.
, until my forehead turned red, I didn’t know if it was stained by the red carpet of cattails or if it was real blood.
But the grass clippings stuck to his forehead looked real.
Mu Tian ignored Han Chengli's kowtow, called Mu Hu over, pulled out the microphone from his arms, and placed it on the stage with a "dong" sound.