Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Jing Wu seemed to enjoy their fear, and said with a slight smile: "Princess Nancheng, do you think this side hall looks like a huge cage?"

Jing Wu said leisurely, "Entering an endless sea of ​​fire, falling into a caged hell! How does it feel?"

"The door is clearly right in front of us, but we just can't get out. Watching you trapped beasts struggling before death really makes me excited!"

Abbot Jingwu laughed loudly and was about to order his men to go forward and kill them when a woman in a dark blue dress stood out.

"Abbot Jingwu," she paused and said, "No, I should call you Shenshi."

Jingwu was slightly stunned.

Shen Shi.

No one had called him that in years.

It’s been ten years…

Jingwu's mouth corners slightly raised, and he put his hands down, thinking it was very interesting, "Little girl, what do you know?"

"I know everything you did."

"Oh, then tell me about it."

In Jingwu's smiling eyes, Feng Jia slowly said: "Let's talk about the first one first, the terrifying stone statue case, the murderer is... you, Abbot!"

Shen Shi smiled but said nothing.

"That night, you moved the Buddha statue painted red into the room, and then left, creating the illusion that Zhao Qing had offended the Buddha and was being punished!"

"That doesn't make sense," said Gong Shangqing's daughter Gong Xiyin, "because the room was locked. Assuming the abbot waited until Zhao Qing fell asleep, sneaked into her room and put down the statue, then the door couldn't have been locked, unless he stayed in that room all night!"

"But this is impossible, because the meditation room is so small, and there were so many eyes when we went in. If the abbot was inside, there would be nowhere for him to hide!"

Gong Xiyin continued, "Then let's assume that if the abbot sneaked in while Miss Zhao was distributing cakes to us and then left, then Miss Zhao would definitely see the Buddha statue after returning to her room. It is impossible for her to wake up and scream because of the terrifying stone statue!"

"Besides, Miss Zhao also said that she saw with her own eyes that the stone statue had two legs and passed through the wall!"

Feng Jia shook her head: "We are all deceived by illusions."

"There is more than one murderer!"

"More than one?" a noble lady asked, "Miss Nine, what do you mean by this?"

Feng Jia said slowly, "Just like what Miss Gong said just now, if the abbot was the only one who could commit the crime, it would be impossible. However, if he had a helper, things would be very different."

"You mean, Miss Zhao Qing?" The man's face showed horror.

"In addition to Miss Zhao, there was also her maid Ziyi," Feng Jia said, "First, the abbot moved the Buddha statue into Miss Zhao Qing's room, and then left. Zhao Qing locked the door and asked the maid Ziyi to wait outside to prevent any accidents. When it was dawn, Miss Zhao used her cries for help to attract us, and Ziyi kicked the door open and led us into this fake secret room!"

"Zhao Qing pretended to wake up from a coma and said that she saw a long-legged Buddha statue. This is to lead us to the point where the Buddha will punish us and make us fearful!"

Someone else was puzzled: "But why did Zhao Qing do this?"

Feng Jia smiled and said, "Have you all forgotten that Miss Zhao was blessed with a son because she burned incense and worshipped Buddha in Cheng'en Temple. She must be an old acquaintance of the abbot. It is even more likely that she is a loyal believer of Abbot Jingwu, just like these Buddhist disciples in front of us!"

"Perhaps the abbot told her that if she didn't follow his request, he would give up the child given by God. The child she had given birth to with great difficulty could be taken back just like that. Do you think Zhao Qing is afraid? Is she afraid? Does she dare to disobey?"

I had heard that the daughter of the Minister of Revenue had been childless for three years after marrying the young cabinet minister. Now, when she was about to be divorced, she became pregnant and gave birth to a boy ten months later. Therefore, this child was the legitimate son of the cabinet minister. The mother was honored by the son. Miss Zhao, who was usually timid, finally had the demeanor of a legitimate mother and finally won a little favor from the young cabinet minister.

Does Zhao Qing dare to let go? The answer is obvious.

Everyone was enlightened when they heard Feng Jia say, "In addition to this, there is another piece of evidence, and that is the wall of Miss Zhao's meditation room!"

"What's the difference about the walls?" asked a noble lady.

"This is something that Fourth Sister needs to talk to everyone about."

Xie Shubai was startled, surprised at her observation skills, but she naturally didn't want to let go of the opportunity to show off herself. She stepped forward and said, "From the clues I checked, the inner walls of the Zen room we live in have all been repainted, except for Miss Zhao Qing!"

"And I found that our walls are filled with a kind of hallucinogenic poison. It will enter our bodies little by little with the smell, causing hallucinations. I just want to ask everyone, what is it like living in the Zen room these days? Are you sweating all over, having nightmares, as if you are stuck in a quagmire, and you can't wake up no matter how people around you shout. Only when the bell in this temple rings can the nightmare end?"

It turned out that the nightmares of the past few days were caused by taking hallucinogens, and everyone looked terrified.

"But don't worry, this drug won't cause much harm to your body if you take it for a short period of time, but if you take it for a long time, you will become like these people," Xie Shubai pointed at the group of disciples wearing Zen robes, "with chaotic minds, like puppets, only obeying the orders of Jingwu!"

"What kind of poison is this? It's so powerful!" someone asked.

"According to the Dali Temple case files, the long-extinct Taiping Sect often used a white pill to control its followers, called the Brain God Pill. The aura it emitted alone was enough to control people's minds!" Feng Jia said with dancing flames in his eyes.

"So, this abbot Jingwu is actually a fish that slipped through the net of the Taiping Sect?"

The flames grew stronger and stronger, and the surrounding air sprayed on people's faces, burning them terribly. Feng Jia took a deep breath and said, "He is not the abbot Jingwu at all. The real abbot Jingwu was killed by him ten years ago."

Everyone exclaimed in disbelief.

Feng Jia said, "Ten years ago, a group of Jiaoyuan robbers named the Eighteen Tigers received a kill order from their employer. The leader was Shen Shi, a cultist. They sneaked into Mr. Li's house in Lulin County, killed people and set fire to the house. All 230 members of the Li family died!"

"This case is horrifying. The capital immediately went to the sea to make up for the documents. However, these 18 murderers seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Some people even rumored that they were evil spirits incarnated to take people's lives. In fact, they did not disappear at all, but killed people and took their place!"

Feng Jia's eyes were slightly solemn. "One day ten years ago, these eighteen people rushed to this almost unpopular Cheng'en Temple, and lied that they were refugees from other places. The abbot of Cheng'en Temple, the real abbot Jingwu, took pity on them and let them into the temple. But he never expected that this group of thugs would kill all the monks in the temple, and bury their bodies... in front of the white pagoda, under the dying red elm tree! From then on, the thugs put on cassocks, and the evil ghosts served the Buddha!"

"They turned out to be the gang of robbers!" Everyone exclaimed, "Miss Nine, this is all your imagination, do you have any evidence?"

"The evidence is also in the case files of the Dali Temple," she said, "Those eighteen people are notorious in Jiaoyuan. The case files once recorded that the murderers all had the same black totem on their bodies, which is exactly the same as the pattern on the shoulders of the three dead white-robed monks! I think this person must have the same black totem on his body!"

Feng Jia pointed at Shen Shi.

Shen Shi did not argue, but just tapped the back of his hand with his five fingers in a rhythmic manner, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Jia glanced at the foot of the mountain, then looked away and said, "It was all carefully planned, but something went wrong."

"What's the problem?"