People are in Zhenguan, solving crimes scientifically

Chapter 61 The Third Party!
Zhou Waner's room is in a separate small courtyard. It can be seen that Zhao Deshun really doted on Zhou Waner.

After all, not even the Zhao family has a separate courtyard.

This small courtyard is not big. There is an osmanthus tree in the courtyard. It is the season when the osmanthus is in full bloom. As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus all over the courtyard.

Lin Feng thought that there was an osmanthus tree at the door of Zhou's room. He looked at the little maid who was picked up by Zhao Shishi and asked curiously: "Does your master like osmanthus very much?"

The little maid was a little timid. After hearing Lin Feng's words, she raised her head and said, "Because the young master's mother liked osmanthus very much when she was alive, so after the death of the eldest lady, the master planted many osmanthus trees to commemorate people."

Lin Feng smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Zhao is still an affectionate person."

The little maid nodded hurriedly and said: "The third lady also likes osmanthus very much. She likes rouge and gouache made with osmanthus and eats osmanthus cake... Many people say that the reason why the master loved the third lady so much before was because of her preferences. She looks a lot like the First Lady.”

"Third Madam?" Lin Feng asked, "Zhou Waner?"

The little maid nodded.

As they talked, several people came to the door carrying lanterns.

Since Zhou Waner's death, this place has become a forbidden area for the Zhao family. The door is locked, and there are no lanterns outside. There is no moonlight at this time, and it is pitch black, making it look a bit eerie.

Lin Feng looked at the lock on the door and said, "It has been locked since Zhou Waner's death?"

The little maid nodded: "My aunt said that this place is unlucky and ordered us to lock it and not allow anyone to come near it. Except for Wei Gong and others who came to investigate the case at that time, no one came here again."

Lin Feng nodded slightly. This was good news, at least it meant that the place was still the same as when the crime occurred.

Of course, if there is a third party, it may not be possible to say how many times it has come secretly, but it is already great that Lin Feng can see the scene of the first crime.

The little maid took out the key to unlock and pushed the door open.

With the creaking sound, some dust fell from the door. Fortunately, the house had not been vacant for too long, and there was not that much dust.

The little maid was a little scared and didn't dare to look inside. She said, "When you go in, you can see the blood on the bed. It's very scary."

Lin Feng saw the timidity of the little maid, and he smiled and said, "Just wait at the door. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Thank you, Young Master Lin."

The little maid's eyes lit up and she spoke quickly.

Lin Feng smiled and walked in with Zhao Shiwu carrying a lantern.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see a table with water glasses and kettles on it. If you touch it with your fingers, you can see a thin layer of dust on your fingertips.

Unlike the dust at Yushitai that has not been cleaned all year round, this place has only been cleaned for more than a month, and the dust is not thick.

Lin Feng raised the lantern to make the room brighter, and found that the layout here was not much different from the layout of Zhao's room.

There are several cabinets near the wall, a screen in front of the bed, and a dressing table next to the bed.

The only difference from Zhao's room is that there are several small bamboo baskets hanging on the walls, and some withered osmanthus flowers are placed in the bamboo baskets.

However, one bamboo basket was empty. I don't know if the osmanthus flowers in it were taken away, or if Zhou Waner didn't put the osmanthus flowers in it.

The flower branches withered and the petals fell, all over the ground.

"I really like osmanthus."

Lin Feng nodded with emotion and came to the bed.

Looking towards the bed, the first thing he saw was the shocking traces of blood, but the blood had long since dried and the blood stains on the quilt had turned black and red.

Based on the blood stains, Lin Feng could deduce that the deceased was lying upward at the time and was stabbed directly with a knife. When the knife was pulled out, blood suddenly spattered out.

"It's consistent with what Zhao Minglu said..."

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then looked at the dressing table next to the bed.

I saw a small box also placed on the dressing table.

Opening the box, there were neatly arranged rouge gouache. Next to the rouge gouache, there were many sachets.

Lin Feng picked up a sachet and smelled it. There was a faint scent of osmanthus.

He opened it, and sure enough... it was filled with sweet-scented osmanthus, but it had been too long, the sweet-scented osmanthus had withered, and the fragrance was almost gone.

He casually opened a few bottles of rouge and gouache. Just as the little maid said, they were all scented with osmanthus.

Zhou Waner must have been a walking Osmanthus man during her lifetime... Lin Feng put everything back in its place and saw some papers next to the box.

He picked up the papers and lightly patted the dust on them.

Look up. "Zhao Qian is causing trouble for me again today. I'm so angry! I'll complain to the master!"

"Zhao Yanran, an outsider, clumsily broke a vase of mine. I scolded her until she cried. She swore that she would compensate me for the same three vase."

"The master promised to give me a pair of jade bracelets today. I want to write it down so that the master will not regret it."

Looking at the contents on the paper, Lin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Diary? No, it's more like a memo."

"Wan'er has the habit of writing down important things this week?"

Lin Feng carefully read the contents on the paper. There were more than a dozen papers in total, and they were all densely packed with things promised by Zhai Dou and Zhao Deshun. Lin Feng felt a little dizzy when he read them.

After reading it, he silently put the papers back, remained silent for a moment, and gave an evaluation: "He is a little bit of a homebody."

Slowly exhaling, Lin Feng stood in front of the bed and looked towards the room.

There was nothing special about the whole room. It looked like an ordinary crime scene. Everything was as he expected. It had been a month and a half. Not to mention that a third party might come to clear up the clues. Even if there was no third party, time would bury them. Lots of clues.

Seeing that Lin Feng was silent, Zhao Shishi couldn't help but said: "Father, how are you doing?"

Lin Feng shook his head and was about to walk out when suddenly, he looked at the empty bamboo basket again.

There are osmanthus flowers in other bamboo baskets, but not in this bamboo basket... Does this mean anything?
At this time, Lin Feng had to pay special attention to anything that seemed to be abnormal.

He looked out the door and shouted to the little maid who didn't dare to come in: "There is a bamboo basket in Zhou Waner's room without osmanthus flowers. Do you know what's going on?"

The little maid said blankly: "I don't know... The third lady doesn't allow us to enter her room easily. She decorated her room herself."

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "After Zhou Waner was killed, was this bamboo basket empty when you came in?"

"This slave didn't pay much attention..." The little maid thought about it carefully and suddenly said: "I seemed to have taken a glance, and it seemed to be empty at that time."

Lin Feng nodded. He looked at the bamboo basket and looked up along the bamboo basket. A beam was right above the wall where the bamboo basket was located.

He thought for a moment and looked at the ground below the beam.

The ground was covered in dust, but the dust thickness was the same as elsewhere, nothing special.

The thumb and index finger of Lin Feng's right hand rubbed each other slightly. This was a subconscious action when he was thinking. Zhao Shiwu had seen Lin Feng do such small actions too many times. He immediately closed his mouth and held his breath, not daring to disturb Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's brain was already like a revolving lantern, quickly recalling all the things about Zhou Waner's murder, Zhao Deshun's death in prison, and every person and scene he met after arriving at the Zhao Mansion. flashed through my mind one by one.

At the same time, countless questions began to emerge.

"If there were sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the bamboo basket, why are they gone now?"

"If Zhou Waner didn't do it, then who did it?"

"Why do you have to take away the sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"There are beams on top of the sweet-scented osmanthus... beams. Zhao is pretending to be a ghost and is also using beams to deceive people..."

He was pacing around the room unconsciously, and a detail that he had never paid attention to was connected with something that he could not figure out before. At this time, it had nothing to do with it, but it was unreasonable.

"Could it be..."

Lin Feng stopped suddenly, suddenly looked at the beam above, and said: "Zhao Fifteen, go and have a look. It's just like in Zhao's room."

When Zhao Shiwu heard this, he moved a stool directly without saying anything.

He quickly stepped on the stool, stretched out his arms to grab the beam, then did a pull-up, stretched his head over the beam, and looked up.

Lin Feng held the lantern high so that Zhao Shiwu could use the brightness of the lantern to see clearly what was happening on the beam.

The next moment, Lin Feng saw Zhao Shiwu's eyes widening suddenly, his whole expression full of surprise.

"How?" Lin Feng asked hurriedly.

Zhao Shiwu lowered his head and looked at Lin Feng and said, "Father, there are traces...a big trace!"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed suddenly, and many unsolved mysteries seemed to suddenly clear up at this moment. He exhaled a long breath, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It is indeed so."

Zhao Shiwu jumped down, looked at Lin Feng and said, "Father, what... is going on?"

Lin Feng stood under the beam and turned to look at the blood-stained bed. His dark eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space at this moment, and he saw again the dark night when Zhao Minglu took action.

He saw Zhao Minglu lift the door latch in panic, saw Zhao Minglu nervously come to the bed with a dagger, and then saw Zhao Minglu kill someone, and then fled in a hurry...

Finally, he raised his head and looked at the beam above his head. He saw... a figure lying here, revealing a pair of cold eyes, watching everything indifferently.

Sure enough, there is a third party!
(End of this chapter)