Lost and Spy

There was a dead silence in the Zhao mansion.

The couple died at the same time, which is a tragedy for any family.

This is a big deal, and the scene has been preserved to the maximum extent.

No one even dared to move the bodies of Zhao Xidong and his wife.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room.

Meng Shaoyuan walked into the bedroom.

The murderer used a knife to pry open the bedroom door.

Enter, kill with a few shots.

After succeeding, quickly flip away from the window.

Then, escape through the back wall.

There are two distinct shoe prints on the back wall.

"Li Zhifeng, if you are the murderer, how can you escape?"

Meng Shaoyuan asked casually.

"Cross the wall." Li Zhifeng felt that this was more of a question, and pointed to the back wall: "Isn't the shoe print so obvious?"

"If you are the murderer, show me." Meng Shaoyuan said casually.

Li Zhifeng didn't say much, he took a few steps back, then rushed forward, kicked his left foot on the wall, soared into the sky, and grabbed the edge of the wall.

But in an instant, Li Zhifeng turned over the wall.

He sat on the wall: "This wall is not too high. It is no problem to block ordinary people, but it is not difficult for people with better skills to get in."

Leaning to the wall to have a look, Meng Shaoyuan didn't say much.

Seeing Meng Shaoyuan walking from another direction, Li Zhifeng quickly jumped off the wall and followed behind him.

When passing by a small house, he stopped and looked around, seeming particularly interested.

"Open this room."

As soon as Meng Shaoyuan ordered, Li Zhifeng opened the door without much effort.

Meng Shaoyuan walked in.

The house was very messy, and it looked like a bachelor lived there.

A table for eating is placed near the window for better lighting.

Meng Shaoyuan became interested in this table again.

Li Zhifeng looked around in the room, but couldn't find anything useful.

After watching it for a few minutes, Meng Shaoyuan walked out of the door again, followed this road, and returned to the bedroom of Zhao Xidong and his wife.

I turned east and west in the bedroom, but I didn't know what I was looking for.

After a while, he asked, "Where is the study?"

When he got to the study, he picked up the pen for a while, and the paper for a while, no one knew what he wanted to do.

"almost."

Meng Shaoyuan stretched his waist: "Go, let's go to the yard."

All the people in the Zhao mansion were gathered in the courtyard.

"Tragedy, the couple were killed overnight."

Meng Shaoyuan sighed as soon as he came up: "If such a vicious case cannot be solved quickly, it will not only be sorry for the victim's family, but also quickly spread bad influence in society.

Since I came here on purpose today, let's solve this case easily. "

The military command agents who came with him looked at each other in blank dismay.

Just going around like this, can the case be solved?

But Li Zhifeng grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, squatted aside, and started nibbling with relish.

What does it have to do with yourself?
The chief was nagging, and based on his own understanding of him, nine out of ten he already knew it in his heart.

Meng Shaoyuan asked, "Who lives in the separate hut in the backyard?"

"it's me."

A man who seemed very honest and responsible came out: "I am a gardener, Zhong Qi, and everyone calls me Lao Zhong."

"Old Clock."

Meng Shaoyuan nodded: "How many years have you been here?"

"Back to the official, it's been five years."

"Five years, not too short." Meng Shaoyuan said "Oh", "Last night, when your master and wife were killed, what were you doing?"

"Returning to the officer, I am sleeping. Everyone in the Zhao family knows that I drink a few sips, and fall asleep after drinking. It was Xiaoxie who woke me up."

The person called Xiaoxie hurriedly proved his words, saying that he had knocked on the door for a long time before waking up the old clock.

"Sleep enough to die."

Meng Shaoyuan smiled and said, "Old Zhong, what culture do you have?"

"culture?"

Lao Zhong was a little embarrassed: "I don't know enough characters. How can I have any culture? It's hard to write my own name on weekdays."

"That's it."

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly said: "Arrest him!"

This happened suddenly.

Old Zhong didn't dare to resist: "Sir, what have I done, you want to arrest me!"

Meng Shaoyuan said coldly: "If you say you are educated, I'm not sure, but if you insist that you don't know a few words, who will I arrest if I don't arrest you?"

What does it mean?
"Sir, you can't wrong people for no reason, what's wrong with me being illiterate?"

"Are you still stubborn? Well, I'll make you understand!"

Meng Shaoyuan glanced at him: "You are very smart, you deliberately created the illusion that the murderer escaped from the back wall after the murder, and even left two shoe prints.

But I had my guard demonstrate it and I got a different result, you want to know what? "

Old Zhong couldn't help but nodded.

"The footprints that were pressed down are completely different from the footprints that actually passed over the wall."

Meng Shaoyuan said unhurriedly: "If you don't believe me, I can have someone take you to see it later. So, I judged at the time that the murderer never left the Zhao mansion, and he was lurking here.

In fact, you are also stupid.Since the murderer can get out, he can also get in, so why bother to trick the gate into opening and kill the porter?What if the concierge doesn't open the door?
Therefore, I can basically be sure that the murderer is someone from Zhao Mansion!I followed the road to your hut and found it a perfect hiding place.It is hidden and can go directly to Zhao Xidong's house.

Of course, the right location does not necessarily mean that you are a murderer.So I entered your house uninvited. I have to say sorry to you for being so rude. "

Everyone was a little dumbfounded.

What time is this, and this master is still so polite.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't care what other people thought, just continued: "I saw the table where you eat, I don't know if you usually notice a detail.

A table, if it is used for writing all the year round, there will always be all kinds of marks on the table, even if you are careful, it is the same, especially when writing with ink.

On that desktop, there were such traces left, some were old, some were just left.Are you an illiterate person, writing there all day?
Or is there someone in the Zhao mansion who is full and wrote a love letter to his lover, and went to your place to write it? "

Lao Zhong's expression didn't change.

But he didn't expect that he would leave such a big oversight.

The question is, which pervert would stare at the table where other people eat.

"Have you imitated Zhao Xidong's handwriting for a long time? You imitated it so vividly." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly, "As for the handwriting, it can be signed, but I know there is no need for identification.

Do you know why?Because I searched for a long time in Zhao Xidong's study and couldn't find what I was looking for! "