Comprehensive Wu Jianghu: I am Dali Temple Minister

But the more this happened, the more disturbed Di Zhiyuan and Yang Qingyuan felt.

Yang Qingyuan has an intuition that what they see now is what someone wants them to see, and the truth is still hidden in the depths.

The work on one side has also completed the preliminary inspection.

"Li Wuzuo, how are you doing?!"

Yang Qingyuan expected Li Wuzuo to discover something.

"Returning to the two adults, the little official has just carried out a preliminary conclusion on the corpse. The deceased died by hanging himself."

"Are you sure?" Yang Qingyuan asked.

"Please look, my lord. There are marks on the neck of the deceased, the tongue is slightly spit out, and the face is congested. These are all manifestations of suicide by hanging."

Di Zhiyuan also nodded towards Yang Qingyuan. Although he was not proficient in autopsy, his years of experience in solving cases gave him a little understanding of it. What Wu Zuo said just now is the characteristic of suicide by hanging.

"In addition, my lord, please see that the strangle marks on the neck are only on the front of the deceased. If someone strangles them to death, the marks will usually extend to the back of the neck. And if they are strangled to death, the deceased will definitely struggle and his hands will be messed up. scratched, but the nails of the deceased were clean, and there were no scratches in the room."

Wu Zuo took off the whaleskin gloves and pointed to the clothes on Mrs. Li's body, saying: "Also, if the deceased is to be strangled to death, the murderer must use a rope to tie his neck, and then use force behind the deceased. The clothes are neat and there are almost no wrinkles. The case of being strangled to death can be ruled out. The deceased should have hanged himself!

Listening to Wu's analysis, Yang Qingyuan nodded slightly. Wu's analysis made sense, but he always had a strange feeling.

Just when they found some clues, all the suspects died, which is too abnormal.

Although this is true, regardless of the traces at the scene, the body of the deceased is telling Yang Qingyuan and Di Zhiyuan a message. What they saw was the truth, and there was no truth at all.

Di Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, "My lord, can you try using a texture revealing powder?"

Yang Qingyuan shook his head slightly, "If there are sundries in the tables and chairs around here, grain revealing powder might be useful, but look at Mrs. Li's clothes, they are made of high-quality silk, and she also uses silk for hanging beams. Texture revealing powder is very good for silk. It's useless!"

Yang Qingyuan took the silk from Mrs. Li's hanging beam from one side. It was as light as nothing, and it was indeed the best silk. It was thin but tough, and could bear the weight of one person without breaking.

After inspecting the second floor where his wife lived, Yang Qingyuan and his group went downstairs.

"Zhiyuan, let's go to the room of Li Afu and the other three to have a look!"

Di Zhiyuan nodded, "Just now when I heard about the wine and vegetables, I rushed here immediately. I didn't inspect it carefully. I will go there again, hoping to gain something."

Yang Qingyuan also thinks the same way, Mrs. Li has no clue here for the time being, so she can only search from the residence of Li Afu and the other three.

After a group of people walked out of the small building, two police officers with six doors closed the door of the small building.

A total of six people were guarded in the small courtyard to prevent anyone from sneaking into the scene of destruction.

When Yang Qingyuan walked out of the small building, he suddenly realized what it was that he had always felt strange about!

This small building is much taller than ordinary houses, and it is also two floors, but it is a bit taller than the buildings on the side.

Yang Qingyuan immediately called Li Zhong.

"Butler Li, why is your wife's small building higher than the average one?"

Li Zhong was confused by Yang Qingyuan's question, but he still answered honestly, "My lord, this building was like this when it was first built. This was originally my master's room. This building was built even higher, with the help of well-known skilled craftsmen at that time, although this building only has two floors, it is more than three feet nine feet long, which is different from ordinary buildings!"

(ps: the big week is about 25cm)

"This is your master's room? Then why is he in another room?"

Butler Li hurriedly explained, "It's not that I've been lying to you. This small building was originally shared by the master and his wife, but about half a year ago, I don't know why? The master and his wife separated, moved out of this house, and found another house." A small courtyard is used as a bedroom. Although I come here often, I will return to live in the small courtyard at night."

Yang Qingyuan frowned slightly as he looked at this small building that was much higher than ordinary houses.

A white practice flashed in Yang Qingyuan's mind, it was exactly the silk used by Mrs. Li just now.

"No! There is a problem!" Said Yang Qingyuan turned around and rushed into the courtyard.

"Open the door!" Yang Qingyuan walked to the door and said to the guard in charge.

Several police officers didn't know why their adults left and returned, but they still opened the door according to Yang Qingyuan's words. Yang Qingyuan immediately walked up to the second floor, and Di Zhiyuan followed.

"What's wrong, my lord!?"

As soon as Di Zhiyuan went up to the second floor, he saw Yang Qingyuan staring at the beams on the upper part of the roof.

"Is there something wrong with this beam?"

Yang Qingyuan carefully observed the beams of this house, which were close to two zhang from the ground. From the moment he entered this house, Yang Qingyuan felt a little awkward, but he said what was awkward. Only now did he realize that the floor height of this house was too high for people to see. I feel empty.

Yang Qingyuan looked at the stool, silently calculating in his heart.

The stool is less than two feet high, and Mrs. Li is petite, but more than six feet high.

Yang Qingyuan turned around and scanned the group of maids, and selected one who was about the same size as Mrs. Li, and then asked Steward Li to fetch a piece of the same silk.

Everyone was confused by Yang Qingyuan's actions, but Di Zhiyuan seemed to know what Yang Qingyuan was going to do!

"Miss, please stand on the stool, throw this silk over the beam and hang it down." Yang Qingyuan said to the maid whose figure was similar to Mrs. Li.

Although the maid didn't know what Yang Qingyuan meant, she could only carry out Yang Qingyuan's instructions.

I saw the maid carefully standing on the stool, throwing the silk in her hand to the beam.