The Case Solved
Because of her words, everyone sighed incessantly.
Ji Yunshu took small, light steps as she walked beside Zhang Daqi. "Among those who died, the murderer also lost his beloved son. He was heartbroken and depressed all day long. He almost committed suicide, but one day …" She lifted the yellow paper in her hand, which could be torn by the wind. "He flipped to this piece of paper left behind by his ancestors and saw the thirty-two words on it. Only then did he know that there was a dry well at the base of the Buddha. So, to prevent the strange things in Zhang Family Village from happening again, he started what the ancestors of the Zhang Family couldn't complete … the sacrificial ceremony."
Ah!
It was as if a gust of chilly wind was slowly blowing in.
Everyone shivered from head to toe.
They crossed their arms and trembled.
Hearing this, Jing Yi coldly rebuked, "Don't be alarmist here. What priest? What thirty-two words? You obviously made it up to help Zhang Daqi exonerate him. "
Jing Rong immediately retorted, "This is undeniable evidence. How can you be alarmist? This is much more convincing than declaring Zhang Daqi to be the murderer without any evidence. "
"You …"
"Prince Yi, why don't you be patient and continue listening?"
"..."
Jing Yi's face turned green.
He snorted.
There seemed to be a raging fire burning around the two of them.
Lord Li quickly put out the fire and asked Ji Yunshu, "Teacher Ji, may I know where you got this piece of paper from?"
Ji Yunshu replied, "From Zhang Daqi's house."
"So, isn't the murderer Zhang Daqi?"
"No, he is not the murderer."
"Then who is it?"
Ji Yunshu stared at the trembling Zhang Daqi kneeling on the ground. "It's his father, Zhang Yicheng."
Resolute and decisive!
Zhang Yicheng.
Hearing these three words, Village Chief Zhang's face was full of astonishment, as if he had been hit in the head.
He knew Zhang Yicheng!
"No … Impossible! How could it be Old Zhang? How could he kill someone? "
Zhang Daqi was also very agitated. His mouth opened and closed for a long time, but no words came out.
Lord Li asked, "Teacher Ji, do you have any evidence?"
"Of course!"
She took out a handkerchief and showed the black object wrapped inside to everyone. She also took out the square piece of silver that she had taken from old man Zhang's wheelchair.
Then, he told them the conclusion he had reached earlier in the hall of the Ministry of Justice.
The killer was suffering from Skeletal Scurvy.
When Gao Meng was about to kill someone, the medicine rubbed against his ear.
At that time, Sha Si saw it, so when the lights in the Zhang family's ancestral hall went out, he rolled out in a wheelchair and killed Sha Si with a silver needle.
"As long as we find Old Zhang, we'll know if he has this medicine on his hands. Most importantly, he was able to accurately pierce the silver needle into Sha Si's skull in the dark. It is clear that his eyes are extraordinary. We just need to ask Master Mo of Yuhua Pavilion to take a look and you will naturally know. " She then turned to look at Jing Yi. "As for Prince Yi's statement that Zhang Daqi's blood was on the stone, it is even more ridiculous. There is no evidence at all."
Hehe!
Jing Yi asked, "Teacher Ji, you personally tested the blood on the stone. Could it be fake?"
"Of course it's not fake."
"Since it's not fake, then tell me, if the killer is not Zhang Daqi, why is there the blood of the deceased and Zhang Daqi's blood on the stone?"
Ji Yunshu smiled contemptuously. "It seems that Prince Yi did not pay attention to the thirty-two words just now."
"… …"
"Mixing blood, Buddha in the well. It means that in order to become a priest, one must mix fresh blood with the blood of the deceased and place it in the well. Therefore, every time Old Zhang killed someone, he would draw blood from his son's face. This is because the cleanest and freshest blood in the human body is the blood on the face."
Eh?
Jing Yi retorted, "But since there were eight people, why did Zhang Daqi only have seven scars on his face?"
He seemed to have caught onto Ji Yunshu's loophole and wanted to stomp on it.
But …
"Not only did Prince Yi not pay attention to the thirty-two words, but his eyes were also not paying attention." Ji Yunshu stepped forward and pushed Zhang Daqi's hair back, revealing the eighth scar from his ear to his lower jaw. "
The truth was revealed!
Zhang Daqi uttered "Uh uh uh".
Tears flowed down his cheeks.
Jing Yi felt as if someone had pushed him to the edge of a cliff. Rocks flew around his feet. If he was not careful, he would fall into a bottomless abyss.
Unwilling to give up, he grasped at the last straw and questioned, "Then how do you explain Gao Meng's visit to that run-down temple? Where did the smell of tiger skin come from? If you can't explain it clearly, then you must have faked it. "
Ji Yunshu remained silent.
Jing Rong calmly snapped his fingers.
Immediately, someone brought in a piece of tiger skin.
He threw it on the ground.
The smell of tiger skin was very strong.
Eh?
He explained, "This is a top-notch tiger skin that Old Zhang treasured. It hasn't been completely deodorized yet. Like the tiger skin that Gao Meng brought to the capital, it came from the Southern Forest. This prince has already investigated and found out that Old Zhang had been to the Southern Forest six years ago. Presumably, he and Gao Meng should know each other. That's why he knew that Gao Meng was born in the Yin Year and Yin Month. A few days ago, Old Zhang came to the capital to do business. This prince guessed that Old Zhang must have used the excuse that he had a tiger skin to sell to Gao Meng and invited Gao Meng to that shabby temple. When the two of them discussed business, their hands naturally had the smell of the tiger skin."
"Nonsense," Jing Yi rebuked.
"Since Prince Yi thinks that I'm spouting nonsense, then how do you explain the strange way the deceased died and what Teacher Ji said just now?"
"This …" Jing Yi was speechless and looked at Wen Shisan.
Wen Shisan understood his meaning. Obviously, Jing Yi wanted him to save the day.
But …
Wen Shisan stepped forward and said, "The manner of death of the deceased was indeed strange. Before this, this Wen was also puzzled no matter how much I thought about it. However, after listening to Teacher Ji and Prince Rong's explanation, the doubts in my heart were finally resolved. It seems that Zhang Daqi was indeed wrongly accused, and the murderer was his father, Zhang Yicheng."
Ah!
What?
Jing Yi was extremely shocked and his face darkened.
He did not expect to be bitten by his own dog.
"Shisan, you …"
"Your Highness, this Wen is only stating facts. Teacher Ji's words are indeed backed by evidence."
Jing Yi's veins bulged on his forehead and he clenched his fists tightly.
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Cough, cough, cough …"
At this moment, someone in the crowd started coughing violently.
A hunchbacked man wearing a bamboo hat squeezed through the crowd with difficulty and walked in step by step. His shoes were tattered and dripping with muddy water.
As he walked in, he took off the bamboo hat on his head and revealed a face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes.
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