I am the best in the world with the crime solving system

There is a distance of about [-] meters from the mourning hall to the west wing, and there are two roads to reach it.

One is the long corridor connecting the mourning hall and the west wing.There are two white lanterns hanging on the corridor every ten steps, one on the left and one on the right.The lights flickered on and off with the wind, which was quite scary.

One is a winding path through a small garden.On the trees beside the path, there are only a few white lanterns hanging sporadically, which are also flickering, like guides leading the return of dead souls in the dark.

Chen Chaoyan chose the winding path without hesitation.

The servant girl followed her closely, looking around in fear as she walked.

After walking less than a few meters, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the flowers and branches on the side of the road brushed her arm unintentionally.

The servant girl screamed in fright, and suddenly hugged Chen Chaoyan's arm, "Miss Chen, there are people, there are people..."

"Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you." Chen Chaoyan said calmly.

The maid looked around, but couldn't see anything, so she couldn't help crying: "Hurt, hurt me...Miss Chen, don't scare me, who is he?"

Chen Chaoyan glanced at her right hand casually, "It looks like it should be your son, Song Zhang, who seems to be unwilling to let the real murderer who killed him go unpunished, so he has been lingering here and refused to leave."

The maid looked around again, but still couldn't see anything, she was so frightened that she took two quick steps, and almost fell into Chen Chaoyan's arms.Chen Chaoyan was caught off guard for a moment, stepped on her heel and almost tripped.

This accident interrupted Chen Chaoyan's words, and the servant girl screamed again in fright.

Hearing voices from the west wing, a woman came out.

Seeing the old woman, the servant girl rushed towards her as if she saw a light.

Chen Chaoyan looked at her fleeing back and raised her eyebrows silently: Didn't the ancients believe in strange powers and gods the most?She just wanted to use Song Zhang's name to make Mrs. Song believe in her autopsy results more, and then rescue Chen Qiyang.

As long as he has been to the scene of the murder and checked the scars on Song Zhang's body, he can easily tell that Chen Chaoyang is not the murderer.

But the fact is that the government will hold Chen Qiyang's third trial tomorrow to force him to confess his guilt.

She wanted to save Chen Qiyang, the fastest and most direct way was to convince Mrs. Song to catch the real murderer and go to the government to overturn the case.

The wind blows the branches and leaves, rustling.

When Chen Chaoyan quickly entered the West Wing, on the camphor tree not far from the mourning hall, a man in black flew across the yard lightly like a mist, stopped on the beam outside the West Wing, and looked through the four bowls of double crosses. Through the gap of the rhombic window, quietly peeping at everything in the house.

……

The maidservant had already finished explaining the reason for the scream.

The faces of the two wives and the other three maidservants who served Mrs. Song were frighteningly pale.

Mrs. Song's complexion is not pretty either.But years of being pampered and pampered gave her a natural aura of calmness: "Since Ms. Chen said that the murderer was not your brother, what evidence do you have?"

"The evidence is the cause of Mr. Song's death." According to the memory of the original owner of the body, Chen Chaoyan folded his hands, pressed his right hand on top of his left, and after bowing to Mrs. Song, he replied neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. Song was strangled by someone. , After puncturing the aorta in the chest cavity with a sharp knife, he bled profusely and died.”

As soon as the words fell, the light screen appeared again, floating in front of her, almost above Mrs. Song's head.

On the light screen, it was no longer Song Zhang's personal information, but Song Zhang's body.

During her autopsy earlier, Song Zhang's body was seen from her perspective.

Following her words, the corpse silently presented the corresponding injuries.It's as if she was doing an autopsy, and a camera filmed the whole process without any dead ends.And now, the camera will follow her narration and replay the process!

so amazing!

This plug-in is simply a super smart camera tailored for forensics!

Chen Chaoyan really wanted to see what other functions it had, but after glancing at the anger on Mrs. Song's face, she tried her best to suppress the impulse, and continued calmly: "Mr. Song has three wounds on his body, one is on his neck. , one is the left chest, and the other is the back."

"The bruise on the neck is a pinch. The wound is about five inches seven in length and wide enough to cover the entire neck. This is a thick palm that only an adult man can have."

"There are six wounds on the left chest, the wounds are blunt at the top and sharp at the bottom, and the wounds are in a downward trend. To complete such an injury, two conditions must be met. One is that the murderer must hold the knife in the tiger's mouth; The second is that the murderer is about one and a half to three inches taller than Mr. Song."

"The abrasion on the back was caused by Mr. Song's struggle when the murderer committed the crime."

"In addition, before coming here, I went to the small pavilion where the crime happened."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a flash on the light screen, and Xiaoshan Pavilion appeared again.

Although it still appears from her perspective, just like presenting Song Zhang's corpse, it is also a process replay!

Chen Chaoyan was secretly happy.

In the criminal investigation technology department, in addition to forensic medicine, there is also trace inspection.She is not good at trace inspection, but with this playback function, she can undoubtedly make up for her shortcomings.

Suppressing her joy, Chen Chaoyan took out a handkerchief from her bosom, opened it, and spread it in front of Mrs. Song, "This was taken from one of the pillars in the Xiaoshan Pavilion."

"Judging from the direction of the blood in the pavilion, the injury on Mr. Song's back should have been caused on this pillar."

"The old lady took a closer look, Mr. Song was wearing this kind of black and blue silk clothes that day."

Mrs. Song did not speak.

But the woman next to her took two steps forward, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "Young Master was indeed wearing a black and blue silk knit gown that day."

"Are you sure?" Chen Chaoyan asked.

The mother-in-law replied: "I can be sure. When the son was sent back, he was wearing this clothes. The clothes are still kept in the house."

Chen Chaoyan really wanted to ask if it was those servants who sent him back, and whether those servants had said anything, so as to complete the chain of evidence.But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them all.

In a feudal society where the people don't fight with the officials, she can only guarantee Mrs. Song to reverse the case and rescue Chen Qiyang only if she proves her ability to be superior to others.

She didn't know if she could still travel back, but she knew that before traveling back, she had to rescue Chen Qiyang in order to survive here.

After thinking clearly about the pros and cons, Chen Chaoyan regained his composure, glanced at the Xiaoshan Pavilion on the screen and switched to the page of Song Zhang’s corpse, and Cheng Zhu said in his chest, “If you can be sure that these silk threads were ripped from Mr. Song’s clothes, , the case is clear."

"Based on the scene of the crime and several scars on Mr. Song's body, it can be basically concluded that the murderer is a man between five feet two and five feet four, with a body shape similar to Mr. Song's, and a pair of generous and big hands."

"In addition, the murderer and Mr. Song should be about the same age, and they have a good relationship on the surface, but they may have a bad relationship in private."

"And the most important point is that the murderer had long intended to kill Mr. Song. The murder of Mr. Song this time was not all an accident, but a long-planned plan."

Mrs. Song's face darkened for a moment, and there was a hint of thunderous anger in her eyes, but her voice was calm and steady: "Please tell me, Miss Chen, what is the evidence of the long-planned plan!"