Chapter 153 (1/2)

”Everything, Mrs. Lao Feng!”

Nodded to the late, asked the housekeeper for the necessary tools, and then slowly cut the wound.

Mrs. hang couldn't bear to see it, so she turned her back.

After the dagger was taken out, the wound was clear.

The knife edge is neat and coherent, and the direction of the incision is slightly inclined from the bottom to the top, which indicates that the assailant's body shape is slightly smaller than that of Mr. hang.

Looking at the person who stayed up that night, and could get Mr. hang to treat each other with tea, she found that the gene of the hang family was good. Everyone's body shape was very tall. After a careful comparison, only a few younger people were slightly smaller than Mr. Hang's body shape. She immediately sank her eyes and sewed Mr. Hang's wound properly without saying a word.

”I don't know who was the last person Mr. hang met that night?”

At the moment, Mrs. hang turned around, wiped her tears, and looked at the next man, ”mingsan, you follow Yan'er. You tell me, who was the last person who saw Yan'er that night?”

The man, who was called mingsan, stepped forward and said, ”that night after the banquet, the young master went back to his room and never came out again... By the way, if you had to ask the last one, Xiaocui went in to deliver tea.”

Xiaocui Dang, the maid named, even though she was frightened, replied, ”I did send tea that night, but the young master was still fine at that time.”

Looking at Xiaocui in the evening, he said, ”remember carefully, what was your son doing at that time?”

Xiaocui carefully recalled, ”that day at the banquet, the young master had drunk a lot when he came back to his room. When I went, he was sitting at the table... The place where there was blood. After I brought it, the young master waved his hand to let the maidservant go out. The maidservant didn't dare to stay more, so he left at that time. ”

”Then who was the first to find the body?”

”It's small.” Mingsan came forward and said, ”I sent my son back to his room because he was a little uncomfortable after he got drunk. But he seemed to be in a bad mood that day and didn't let me serve him. So after I asked Xiaocui to deliver tea, I went to have a rest... The next morning, I was afraid that my son would get drunk and feel uncomfortable. So I got up early and asked the kitchen to cook the wake-up Soup for him, When I brought the sobering soup and knocked on the door of my son's room, I found that the door was not locked... I was puzzled. When I went inside, I saw that my son was sitting at the table unconscious... ”

”Xiaocui, did you take the door with you when you left?”

”I remember it was closed! When it's windy in the evening, I'm afraid the young master will get cold when he's drunk, so I'll take the door with me when I leave... ”

To the evening saw to see 2 people, then turn round to see to Feng Che. Feng Che took a look at her and walked slowly to the window.

Xiang evening also followed and looked at the open window.

There was no trace on the window, and there was no clue on the ground except a pool of blood. He came to Fengche later and said, ”Mr. hang struggled when he died, which shows that he didn't die at that time. There were debris in his fingernails. I saw it on the table he was leaning against when he died, but there was blood in the debris, That is to say, his bloody hand touched the table at that time, but look... The table was clean. Obviously, the murderer cleaned up the scene. That is to say, the place where Mr. hang was sitting when he died was probably not the place where he was when he died, and the blood on the ground may have been dripping after the murderer moved his body to the chair! ”

Feng Che sank his eyes, ”hang Yan is in the front yard of the whole villa. If there is any news, it's good to spread it out! So there should not be much noise in the room that night. As for why the murderer wiped off the blood and forged a false appearance, it just made us think that hang Yan committed suicide. What about the last letter? ”

Xiang Wan is thinking about the letter. Wen Yan immediately looks at it and asks Mrs. hang about it. Mrs. hang immediately takes it out and gives it to them. Even if Xiang wandang found some of Hang Gongzi's usual manuscripts to compare, the handwriting is exactly the same.

It's just

Feng Che on her side suddenly took the letter from her hand. After a look, her eyes dropped down and said softly, ”although it's Hangyan's handwriting, it's not his handwriting, but it's the extension.”

Nodded to the late, ”yes, although the murderer wanted to disguise the suicide note, he did it perfectly, but if you look closely, you will find that there are still differences. If you guess correctly, there must be traces of rubbings in these manuscripts of young master hang.”

”Rubbing?” Mrs. hang was very surprised.

”Yes, this letter is based on the original handwriting of Mr. hang, so there must be some clues in Mr. Hang's manuscripts!”

”And these words obviously need to be pieced together one by one, so they should be easy to find!” Her voice falls, ask again Hang Fu humanity, ”does hang childe have study?”

”Yes! It's in here. ” Mrs. hang said and went to the inside of the book case. She slowly opened the curtain and saw that there were many bookshelves inside, and the books and manuscripts were placed neatly.

Xiang Wan and Feng Che look at each other. They immediately move over and look for the manuscripts.