Wait a minute, heroine

Because it was raining, it took two days to discover that the footprints on the ground had long since disappeared, and all that could be found were the traces of the sword that could not be erased.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, Ye Jingtang flew and landed outside the courtyard wall.

Dongfang Li and the officials all looked around with doubts.

Cha——

The sound of a sword being drawn outside the wall sounded, and then a figure rose into the sky.

Night Jingtang's clothes were flying, and he held a knife in one hand like a blue wing flying over a rabbit, and stabbed the flowers in the courtyard with one knife.

Sa——

The blade of the blade was accurate, piercing the traces of broken branches and leaves on the flower bush. Then the blade was lifted up and stopped, and the right elbow was smashed into the air next to it.

Bang~

The clothes tremble!

Then the knife stabbed out again and passed by the eaves and pillars, completely matching the marks on the pillars.

The 'imaginary enemy' who was attacked seemed to find that he could not defeat the Night Terror Hall and wanted to escape outside the courtyard wall.

Ye Jingtang immediately flew up and swept across with the knife. The tip of the knife swept across the courtyard wall, forcing the air to fall to the ground. Then he raised his left hand, slapped it to the side, and pointed at the window of the main room...

Dongfang Liren and many officials were a little confused at first, but soon they understood - this was recreating the fight between the murderer and the deceased - and their eyes gradually turned into surprise.

Because there was no opponent, many movements could not be performed by one person. After Ye Jingtang slapped the palm, he stopped, sheathed the sword with his backhand, and thought for a moment:

"Well... the deceased used short sticks such as crutches and wooden sticks. The murderer's weapon was most likely a straight knife with a counter-edged blade. The tip of the blade is the same as a sword, but the back half has a back.

"The back of the knife kept cutting into my arm, so I didn't cut it upward like a sword in the first blow, and instead used my elbow to repel the enemy. Judging from the height of the marks on the pillar, if the murderer's body proportions were normal, he would be about as tall as the tip of my nose.

"After the murderer volleyed in the air, he landed sideways to avoid the spur, but did not hurt his chest. He was either a man or a flat-chested woman..."

"..."

Many officials present were stunned and whispered:

"awesome……"

"Except for the difference in swords, everything else is exactly the same as the adults' inferences..."

"We didn't even look at the body. How can we tell whether the murderer hit him with elbows or palms?"

"It should be inferred from the angle of force, the distance the deceased moved, and the damage to the building. This young man probably fought a lot..."

"oh……"

…

Yuwen Chengde hesitated to speak. He seemed to want to retort, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find the reason.

Dongfang Liren looked at Ye Jingtang talking eloquently, and the frightened eyes of many policemen, with a glint in his eyes - just like the last time he saw Ye Jingtang knocking out the Blood Bodhi with two swords.

This time, Ye Jingtang did not stretch his hips again. After finishing his analysis, he looked at everyone:

"I can confirm that the murderer used a knife, and his martial arts skills are definitely higher than what you think. If he really wanted to kill someone, the deceased would have no chance to fight back and leave traces. I guess the murderer wants to ask for some information and must be left alive first. "

While Ye Jingtang was talking, he walked into the room and squatted down next to the corpse covered with white cloth. He opened the white cloth and saw that the white-haired deceased had black bruises under his ribs, a palm print on his chest, and all the finger bones were shattered. It was obvious that he had been tortured. Forced confession.

"It seems that the guess was correct."

Ye Jingtang turned his eyes and looked out the door:

"Do you have any objections?"

"..."

Faced with this unpredictable and prophetic insight, all the officials present were astonished no matter where they had any objections:

"Young Master has good eyesight."

"If His Highness Prince Jing hadn't been here, I would have thought that the young master killed him with his own hands..."

…

Facing the admiration of everyone, Dongfang Liren's eyes were filled with pride, and he turned around and asked:

"What is the murderer looking for?"

"Zhao De used to serve in the Tiannan Army and was responsible for building many city defenses. He was later promoted to the Ministry of Industry and participated in the repair of the imperial city."

Yuwen Chengde squatted down opposite the corpse and pointed to the black palm prints on the deceased's chest:

"The palm that slapped Zhao De into the house looked like the 'Youshen Palm', a unique skill of Zhang Henggu's from the Nanshan Iron Gua. The murderer is most likely a thief from the Pingtian Sect who is looking to destroy Chongzhou City or enter the palace. The path to assassination..."

Dongfang Liren frowned, came to the body, lowered his head and looked at it:

"It looks like it is indeed You Shenzhang. This matter is not trivial. Send an order and patrol door to door..."

"Wait!"

Before Dongfang Liren finished speaking, a dozen officials saw Mr. Ye, the ‘Tiekou Divine Duan’, and raised their hands again:

"There seems to be something wrong with this palm technique."

"..."

Everyone inside and outside the house suddenly became quiet, waiting for Ye Jingtang to express his opinion.

Although it had just been confirmed that Ye Jingtang was an expert in seeing fire, everyone still had doubts in their eyes.

Zhang Henggu of Nanshan Tie Gua was originally a Taoist boy of Dayan Qin Tianjian, and later became the founder of Pingtian Sect. Before the leader of Pingtian was born, he had been traveling around the world to recruit troops and had dealings with the government for decades. Regarding the records related to Youshenzhang, Liumen probably could dig out several large boxes from the case library, so it would be impossible to admit his mistakes.

No matter how he looked at it, Dongfang Liren thought it was a wandering palm, but he did not dare to refute the dignified master and just asked softly:

"Where did you see it this time?"

Ye Jingtang blinked--from the fact that I am half an undercover agent of the Pingtian Sect...

The leader and wife of the Night Jing Hall and the Pingtian Sect have an ambiguous relationship. If the Pingtian Sect wants to find a way into the palace or a city defense map, they should use a honey trap to get information from him.

He came to the capital to kill a minor official and was interrogated, and his identity and purpose were easily discovered by the government. Wouldn't it hurt his head to abandon the near and seek the far away? Uncle Song couldn't do such a rough thing.

Ye Jingtang guessed that someone was doing bad things in the capital and deliberately framed the Pingtian Sect rebels, hiding their motives so that the government could misjudge them.

But there is no way to speculate. Faced with the eyes of everyone looking at the boss, Ye Jingtang could only look deeply at the palm prints on his chest:

"Youshen Palm is about the gentle strength of four liang to move a thousand pounds. Although I don't see any problems with this palm, I feel it is very awkward."

Dongfang Liren blinked:

"Rely on palm feeling?"

"Your Highness is indeed smart." Ye Jingtang nodded happily.

Dongfang Liren was praised, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he found that he was not serious, so he returned to his majestic and dignified appearance.

Ye Jingtang continued: "And the thief pretended to be a swordsman just to hide his true identity. It is impossible to use this iconic unique palm technique to reveal his origin. This palm technique is most likely forged, trying to frame the blame and divert attention. .”

Everyone present was dubious about this statement.

Yuwen Chengde thought for a while, took a step forward and said:

"Young Master has a sharp eye, and his statement is well-founded, but I really can't agree with my humble position. I have been working in the Yamen for twenty years, and I have seen traces of You Shen Palm, and I confirmed that this is the unique You Shen Palm of Pingtian Sect. Young Master said it was forged, Maybe point out the problem?”

Ye Jingtang shook his head: "I'm not good at palming. I can't tell what the problem is right now. I have to go back and study it again."

Dongfang Liren believed in Ye Jingtang's judgment more, but with the irrefutable evidence in front of her, she hesitated for a moment and had to speak:

"Meng Jiao."

Phew~~

The dark wind blew into the house, and the white-haired old woman fell silently into the house.

The police officers present felt as if they were meeting the Lord of Hell, and they quickly bowed and saluted.

The white-haired old woman walked forward with her waist hunched over and inspected the scars on her chest:

"Hmm... Judging from my experience, this is indeed the Youshen Palm, and it is of the same origin as Zhang Henggu. However, Mr. Ye can see the clues, which means there may be something fishy behind it, so we cannot jump to conclusions."

The white-haired old woman had long seen that Ye Jingtang's talent and understanding far exceeded her own, so even if she was sure that it was Zhang Henggu's palm technique, she did not dare to say anything.

Ye Jingtang saw Bai Fa Di saying this and knew that this palm technique was most likely real. He had to go back and ask Luo Nuxia for the inside story. He could only say at the moment:

"Maybe I made a mistake. I'll go back and think about it carefully. When I have some ideas to correct me, I will do another autopsy and continue discussing with you."

Dongfang Liren nodded slightly: "You continue to inspect the scene. If you find any new clues, report them to me and Mr. Ye as soon as possible."

"promise."

Yuwen Chengde cupped his hands and said, "May I ask your surname, sir? If you have any questions about your humble position, please come to ask for advice. I hope you can answer your questions for me."

"Hei Yamen was shocked at night. He didn't dare to solve the puzzle, but he just happened to know a little bit about it..."

…

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After a while, on the carriage.

Drops of raindrops fell outside the carriage.

Ye Jingtang rested his elbows on his knees and sat next to the car window, with a stern face and deep eyes, gently stroking his fingers.

Dongfang Liren was still full of anger when he first left, but he was much better behaved when he came back.

At this time, she folded her hands on her legs and sat upright, looking at Ye Jingtang's side face, looking like a princess who didn't dare to disturb her husband and was about to get down to business. It wasn't until Ye Jingtang came to his senses that he asked softly:

"Have you thought of anything?"

Ye Jingtang was indeed thinking about something, but what he was thinking about was the wound on Mr. Cheng’s forehead. Seeing Benben’s eyes full of longing, he felt a little embarrassed:

"I haven't thought of it yet. I have to think about it again. When there are signs, I will tell His Highness as soon as possible."

"Don't be anxious. Sometimes you just need a flash of inspiration to solve a case. I really didn't see that you still have the potential to be a great catcher. If you continue to work hard in the future, if you can solve this case, I will use that dragon-screaming gun. Send you as a gift."

When it came to giving things away, Ye Jingtang remembered that he bought a hairpin when he came back today. Unfortunately, Chen Biao helped hold it and didn't take it with him, so he had to give it away tomorrow.

Ye Jingtang turned to look at Dongfang Liren and saw that she was very happy. After thinking about it, he took the next step and said:

"There's no need for the Dragon-Screaming Spear, I prefer to use a knife. If Your Highness really wants to reward me, can that book..."

?

Dongfang Liren's warm smile froze, and then he thought of things like the Yushu backyard, and murderous intent slowly appeared in his eyes...

Ye Jingtang saw something bad and quickly raised his hand:

"Just kidding. I'm going back first. I'll be there on time tomorrow to meet His Highness in Heiya. See you later."

With that said, he turned around and left the carriage.

Dongfang Liren squeezed the hand under his sleeves and robe, and then he snorted lightly until the sound of Ye Jingtang's footsteps disappeared...