Xue He's bloodshot eyes widened in shock.
He looked like he was about to explode.
In the end, he ran out of strength.
The two guards released him as well.
Xue He lay limply on the ground, barely breathing. His hands trembled as he reached for Na Yan. His mouth was full of blood, but he couldn't say a word.
In the end, he died.
He died with everlasting regret.
The guard threw the bottle of medicine on the ground.
Na Yan put on his hat and left the cell.
Afterwards, the crowd only knew that Xue He had committed suicide out of guilt and because he was unable to face the truth before him.
No one doubted it.
As for Fang Tong and Jiang Wen, they were convicted of giving false testimony in the court of the Ministry of Justice. Both of them were sentenced to 10 years in prison.
As for Chen Bingzheng, Liu He ordered his men to send his body back to his hometown.
He buried him there.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
In this' battle ', the Third Prince, Na Tuo, won.
The next day, news came from the city's department.
According to Ji Yunshu's instructions, the jailer would inform Liu San when he woke up.
Ji Yunshu immediately went to the prison.
Liu San had already woken up.
When he saw Ji Yunshu, the first thing he said was, "You're finally here."
Ji Yunshu stood in front of him and stared at his peeling and pale hands. "Tell me, why did you kill Su Qiao? Why did you hide her head in plaster and transport it to Gaoding? "
Liu San smiled and asked her, "Can you tell me how you guessed it first?"
"Actually, there are only two points."
"I've been thinking, when did the murderer put the plaster stone in the box? The old merchant said that he had the key in his hand and the box was always guarded, so it would be difficult for outsiders to open the box. Unless … it was one of us! That's the first point. As for the second point, it's your hand. I've seen the plaster stone. The workmanship is very good. From the outside, it doesn't look abnormal at all. It's obvious that the murderer has been using plaster for a long time. Only someone who has been in contact with plaster for a long time would have hands like yours. I even asked the old merchant, and he said that you're from Nanshen.
You're from the same place as Du Mubai and Su Qiao. So I think … it's you. "
After hearing this, Liu San smiled again and asked again, "do you know what it's like to watch the woman you like wait for someone else's man?"
Ji Yunshu did not reply. "I've known Su Qiao for a long time, but she was stupid and fell in love with a man who didn't love her at all. Even after that man died, she came all the way to Gaoding just to find out the truth behind Du Mubai's suicide. But she was just a girl, what could she find? In the end …
Then, she committed suicide in a river outside Gaoding City. When I arrived, she was already dead! I brought her body back to Nan Shen to be buried! In those six years, I had countless dreams. In my dreams, she told me that she wanted to be buried together with Du Mubai, and that was when my illness started to develop. So, I finally decided to bring her body to Gaoding. But after six years, the only thing that wasn't damaged was her head. I knew it was impossible to bring her head to Gaoding, so I thought of using plaster as a stone to hide her head inside. Then, I inquired about the location of Du Mubai's grave so that they could be buried together. But I didn't expect that even the heavens wanted to reverse Du Mubai's death.
Su Qiao's head was exposed. "
Sure enough, Su Qiao drowned!
Ji Yunshu furrowed her brows.
But she also seemed to be relieved.
Jing Rong and Li Cheng, who were in the corner of the prison cell, also heard it.
In the end, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Du Mubai's poem theft case was closed.
Su Qiao's case was also closed.
Now, only Du Mubai's murder case was left!
Of course, there was still one more …
After returning to the city's department.
Li Cheng asked, "Although Du Mubai's murderer hasn't been found, there is still one thing we don't know. Wen She is haunted! Who did it? But many people have seen it with their own eyes. "
Ji Yunshu said, "There are no ghosts in this world."
"Then Wen She …"
"There won't be any more hauntings in the future."
"Are you sure?"
Ji Yunshu was silent.
Li Cheng was suspicious. "Do you know something?"
She still didn't speak.
Li Cheng wasn't stupid. "Could it be …"
He understood!
"So the ghost was none other than Bingzheng!"
Everyone suddenly understood.
But he was already dead.
At this time, someone from Wen She came.
"Lord Li, Wen She sent some books."
"Books?"
"Officer Xiao said that Young Master Ji asked if the books were still there on the night of Du Mubai's suicide. When I was tidying up Bingzheng's belongings, I found a few books. He said that they were sent in that night. Lord Li had some impression of them, so he asked me to quickly bring them over. "
Ji Yunshu took the books.
There were seven books in total!
They were all ordinary books. There was nothing strange about them.
Li Cheng took a look at them. "These books are too common. They are sold in all the major bookstores. I'm afraid it'll be difficult to find out who the author is from these books."
He placed the books on the table beside him.
But when he placed it on the table, all seven books fell to the ground.
The books were flipped open.
Li Cheng was about to pick them up.
Ji Yunshu suddenly said, "Wait."
Li Cheng's fingers retracted from the books.
"Is there a problem?"
Ji Yunshu picked up one of the books that had been flipped open.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her gaze fell on a mark on the book.
It wasn't very clear.
It was only printed on the corner.
"This mark …" It was so familiar.
She felt like she had seen it somewhere before.
Her slender fingertips gently touched the mark.
"Drunken Moon Chambers!"
Yes, Drunken Moon Chambers.
Du Xing 'er's' Book of Poems' also had a similar pattern printed on it.
She immediately said, "I need a pen and paper."
Although he didn't know what she wanted to do, Li Cheng immediately ordered someone to prepare a brush, ink, and paper.
Based on her own impressions and the weight of her brush strokes, Ji Yunshu was able to quickly trace the 'Book of Poems' on the white paper.
Then, she drew the mark of the book in her hand on the paper.
Both footprints were indistinct.
It was like a complete picture that was split into two.
She had the ability to draw by tracing, but she found it difficult to restore this blurry picture.
But her intuition told her that this mark was not simple.
It might even be the key to solving the case.
Li Cheng asked Jing Rong softly, "What is she doing?"
Jing Rong didn't reply.
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