Chapter 132 The Murderer Who Vanished into Thin Air

Before him, Yunfei stared at Jin Shu's face in surprise.

Although I already had a good understanding of Mr. Kim's abilities from our last collaboration, I was still amazed by her professionalism this time.

This Corpse Whisperer was so well worth the trouble that Prince Jing, Li Jin, went to great lengths to bring her from Dingzhou to the capital!

"Can you recreate the scene?" Before he could be stunned for long, Li Jin glanced at Yun Fei's face and asked, "Do you need us to help you recreate it?"

Yunfei nodded: "Yes, we need to."

He pointed to the center of the room, to the table: "I trouble Your Highness and Mr. Jin to stand there."

Reconstructing a crime scene differs from performing an autopsy; it's more of an experimental approach.

In Yunfei's eyes, every trace is a story, and every trace has its own process of formation.

Just like Jin Shu's Corpse Whisper Technique.

Although traces cannot speak, by deducing how they were generated in the most realistic way, we can reconstruct what exactly happened in this room.

Before them, Jin Shu, who was about the same height as the victim, stood on the inside, while Li Jin stood on the outside.

Using the black fan in his hand as a dagger, he assumed a posture of holding the knife in his right hand, based on Yunfei's earlier assessment.

In his eyes, the splattered blood and the bloodstains of all sizes seemed to come alive at this moment, reminding Yunfei of what had happened in this room.

He bent down slightly, glancing at the position of Li Jin's dagger and elbow, his eyes narrowing: "Sir, turn around."

Jin Shu paused for a moment, then turned her back to Li Jin.

She looked at the victim on the bed, and for a moment, it seemed as if she were superimposed with the victim who had stood there hunched over two hours earlier.

In Yunfei's gaze, the bloodstains on the roof beams, wardrobe, table, and even teacups, and in the bronze mirror, seemed to reverse time and space, drawing long lines from the air and converging on Jin Shu's back.

As Li Jin slowly pushed the dagger forward, the power that erupted at that moment seemed to pierce through the intersection of two parallel universes.

He seemed to see the victim being suddenly stabbed in the back, staggering and turning around in terror.

It's as if you can see the victim staring at the murderer's hideous face, wanting to stop him but feeling helpless and powerless.

It was as if she could see the murderer losing his mind, stabbing her heart with deadly blows.

"Finally, the victim staggered and collapsed onto the bed, never to get up again."

Before Yunfei's eyes, Jin Shu's hands were braced against the edge of the bed, the victim's body was behind her, and Li Jin's fan handle was pressed against her chest.

The "vicious thug" in front of her was looking at her helpless state with an appreciative expression, his eyebrows raised and lowered.

His face was only a foot away from hers.

Jin Shu's heart was in her throat. She kept glancing in Yun Fei's direction, and seeing that he was still deeply immersed in thinking about the reconstruction site, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and call out, "Lord Yun, and then what?!"

Yunfei was startled, turned around abruptly, and saw this unbelievable scene, causing him to gasp in shock.

"That's it! That's all!" His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Li Jin and hurriedly said, "That's enough, Sect Leader."

Hearing this, Li Jin did not move, nor did he loosen his grip on the fan handle. He slowly turned his head to look at Yun Fei, and smiled slightly: "Lord Yun, you should focus on such delicate work as rebuilding the site."

Then, he turned around and looked at Jin Shu, who was barely holding on beneath him, and his smile deepened: "You too."

After saying that, he put away his fan and took a step back.

His words stunned Jin Shu, who quickly waved her hand and said, "It's because you're too immersed in the role, Sect Leader, that it's too frightening."

Li Jin raised an eyebrow, raised her hand, and tapped Jin Shu on the head with her fan: "Talking back."

Before Jin Shu could retort, he turned to look at Yun Fei and changed the subject: "After the reconstruction, did you feel that something was not quite right?"

At this point, Yunfei nodded: "I thought it was for money at first, but now I think Mr. Jin's theory of revenge makes more sense."

"These things that were ransacked may have been taken by someone who stole money after a revenge killing, or they may simply be trying to create the illusion that they wanted to make money off us."

Li Jin also agreed with this point.

He realized as he tried to visualize the killer's actions that every stab was delivered with full force, each aimed at taking her life.

But this only made Li Jin more puzzled.

How could an elderly man, over sixty years old with completely white hair, have formed such a deep hatred with someone?

At this moment, Yunfei interrupted Li Jin's thoughts, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "I also found two different footprints inside the house, one of which is very special."

He pointed to a window at the far end of the house, near the courtyard wall: "Outside the window."

Beside the window behind the house, parting the weeds, half a clear bloody footprint appeared on the large stone hidden by the weeds.

What's unusual about this footprint is that there's a clearly visible large hole in the sole of the shoe.

“I have examined all the shoes of the two elderly people, and none of them have a hole in the sole like this half of a shoe,” he said. “It can be basically confirmed that this half of the shoe with a hole was left by the murderer.”

He looked up at the white wall more than two meters high behind the window: "So after the murder, the murderer probably climbed out of this window, then climbed up the wall and left from here."

Upon hearing this, Li Jin took off his outer robe and stuffed it directly into Jin Shu's arms.

In the blink of an eye, he and Yunfei stepped onto the window and onto the courtyard wall.

On the one-foot-wide courtyard wall, besides a few weeds and a few messy, bloody footprints, there was a clear, fresh mark of soil being turned over, as if something had been dragged across the wall.

Li Jin's intuition told him that this was the key clue for the murderer's escape.

Yunfei squatted down, used his hand as a ruler, and measured the mark; it was as thick as a palm.

"That's strange." He stood up and looked at Li Jin. "What's that thick?"

An ordinary ladder, if dragged vertically from above, would never be as thick as a palm; most would be about three fingers thick.

If it wasn't cut vertically, then this palm-sized mark would be too thin; it should be at least as wide as a forearm.

“It’s not just the width that’s wrong,” Li Jin said. “Feng Chao has already finished questioning, and he hasn’t seen anyone suspicious pass by.”

“This wall is two meters high. If it were a ladder, it would need to be at least two meters high to stand on it and pull it out.” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t see anyone carrying a ladder.”

He glanced at Yunfei's face, lost in thought.

How did a guy carrying a two-meter-long ladder, covered in blood after committing murder, manage to disappear without a trace into the neighborhoods of the capital?

Between the wards, there were soldiers guarding the area, so it was impossible for such a person not to attract their attention.

But to this day, not a single clue has been left.

He took a deep breath, looked at the path outside the courtyard wall, and at the vast capital of the Great Wei Dynasty, drawing a big question mark in his mind.

Could it be that the murderer can simply vanish into thin air?