Chapter 147 The "Nuclear" Man's Gentle Protectiveness

"How long has Mr. Jin been a corpse whisperer?"

While Li Jin was observing his surroundings, Zhu Dongli stood coldly beside Jin Shu, looking the slender "man" up and down.

Based on his years of experience wielding a knife, the cautious look in his eyes revealed an intense suspicion about the identity of Jin Shu.

Zhu Dongli had heard many stories of women being just as capable as men, but he had no idea whether the woman in front of him was actually a woman.

He was not as shrewd as Yan Zhao after all; at twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, he still lacked a lot of experience.

This actually helped Jin Shu a lot.

She cupped her hands in greeting and stated without any fear, "It's only been six years."

Six years.

Zhu Dongli nodded expressionlessly, acknowledging in his heart that she was indeed a genius.

The maturity and steadiness of a blade are something that ordinary people might not be able to achieve even in sixteen years, let alone six.

Seeing Zhu Dongli dressed in white, lifting the hem of his robe and walking straight inside, Jin Shu looked at his back with some surprise.

In the blink of an eye, Li Jin greeted him with a friendly tap on the top of his head with the handle of his fan. He looked displeased, but said nothing, only slapping the case notes in his hand into Jin Shu's arms.

In the courtyard, most of the people were constables from the Ministry of Justice, dressed in black robes with white embroidered patterns on the front, which contrasted sharply with the subtle patterns on the Six Doors.

“There are shadows in the Six Doors, and quicksand in the Ministry of Justice,” Li Jin whispered. “Quicksand’s white-striped jackets are directly under the command of Xu Weiyou.”

After saying that, he slowed his pace slightly, pointed the fan handle at Zhu Dongli's back, and added, "Except for this person."

Having said that, although he noticed Jin Shu's puzzled expression, Li Jin raised an eyebrow and stopped talking, no longer mentioning the matter, and walked forward on his own. He even deliberately took a step to Jin Shu's side, cutting off her view of Zhu Dongli's back.

The incident occurred in a large courtyard.

Several tables were set up in the north wing room, and at first glance, it really looked like a modern mahjong parlor.

Jin Shu glanced at the words "pai gow" on the case notes and looked at the sign next to it that read "five coins per hour," and equated the victim's identity with the mahjong parlor owner.

The deceased was named Liu Yong. He had no children and had married a wife earlier, but fate intervened and he passed away at a young age, leaving him all alone.

He usually relies on his nephew for help with his daily life. He runs this Pai Gow shop and makes money from drinks and mahjong tables, so he lives a decent life.

Jin Shu walked around the entire perimeter, looking at the bloodstained blue bricks placed by the Ministry of Justice at the entrance, and the short, dart-like knife. She reached out and measured a little with the length of her finger.

This should be the murder weapon.

"There's nothing interesting to see on the perimeter." An unfamiliar voice came from behind Jin Shu.

She turned around and looked at Xingbu Liusha, who was standing at the door with his arms crossed. He said with an extremely unfriendly smirk, "This guy was only discovered when he was dead. The onlookers trampled everything inside and out until there was nothing left."

After saying that, he glanced at Jin Shu and snorted arrogantly, "Hey, are you a newbie? You don't even understand this basic principle, yet you dare to come and inspect the scene?"

Jin Shu remained silent and did not reply to him.

Liu Sha looked Jin Shu up and down, and paused for a moment when he saw the jade pendant with a unique fish pattern on her waist.

He raised his hand and sneered, "So the Six Doors really have no one left. How could a nobody like you manage to infiltrate the Shadow Sect?"

Jin Shu closed the case notes expressionlessly, glanced at him, and walked past him nonchalantly.

The scene outside was indeed severely damaged, with footprints everywhere. Even Yunfei couldn't tell which ones belonged to the victims and which ones belonged to the murderer.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Yunfei sighed.

The tread pattern on the soles of these shoes wasn't created by onlookers; it was mostly made by investigators from the Ministry of Justice.

The room was even more chaotic, with overturned tables and chairs, cabinets ransacked, and even winter quilts piled high on the bed.

The bloodstains were most concentrated on top of the stack of quilts.

"The bed is against the west wall, facing south. The victim is lying face down on the bed, with his hands and feet bound, his mouth gagged with coarse burlap, and his head lowered." Zhu Dongli glanced back at Jin Shu. "It's exactly as you predicted, sir."

Before my eyes, the blanket was covered in large patches of blood, and splattered bloodstains were spilled all the way to the white wall.

"All the gold and silver inside the house has been stolen; they murdered me for money." Zhu Dongli stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the inner room, not moving forward.

Yunfei squatted on the ground for a long time, his gaze fixed on the messy bloody footprints. He tried to peel away the crucial clues from the congealed traces.

The time of death had exceeded twelve hours, but the victim was discovered within those three hours: "The central crime scene was severely damaged, but it was not impossible to reconstruct it."

Even after the bloodstains from stepping on the body had congealed, there were still noticeable differences in characteristics compared to the bloodstains left later when the body was moved.

What troubled Yunfei was that even if the evidence was extracted and the original scene was restored, the accumulation of these layers of marks might make the process difficult to discern as real or fake.

"The initial bloodstains were here," Yunfei said, pointing to the side of the overturned cabinet. "The cabinet's fall actually preserved the unique traces left by the victim when he was sitting here."

On the counter, there were messy handprints, and a clear mark on the forehead that could only be left by leaning against it through the hair, which was still faintly discernible.

Yunfei squatted down and turned to look at Jin Shu: "Mr. Jin, are the knife wounds only concentrated on your chest and neck? Are there any marks on your back?"

Jin Shu shook her head: "No."

“Then… I’d like to trouble you for a favor, sir.” Yunfei stood up. “I’m a little unsure of the killer’s intentions.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Shu nodded and was about to walk forward when Li Jin grabbed her arm and stopped her.

“Lord Zhu, the figure in white robes by the door looks similar to the victim. Besides, he has nothing to do and is quite free, so why not have him cooperate?” Li Jin smiled deeply, glancing at the person who had just mocked Jin Shu.

A sneer has led to him now sitting next to the victim's cabinet, his hands and feet bound, for reasons unknown. The white-clad Liu Sha is somewhat bewildered.

Before him, Li Jin took off his outer robe and beckoned to Zhu Dongli: "Come, Lord Zhu, have a look too."

He looked down at the white-clad man's face, his expression gentle and smiling: "Come and experience what it's like to be a murderer."

Despite saying that, the unintentional pressure that Li Jin exuded made the bound man's scalp tingle.

"If I were to injure you, it would be for the sake of solving the case." With that, Li Jin raised his hand, and Zhou Zheng, who was standing at the door, threw the dagger from his waist to him.

The short knife was drawn, gleaming brightly, much longer than the one Jin Shu had deduced in the case.

"It hasn't been used for a long time, so I might have made a mistake. Please forgive me."

With the most gentle, breezy smile, he uttered the most chilling words, leaving even Yunfei and Jinshu standing nearby stunned.

After a moment of surprise, Yunfei came to his senses, raised his hand and coughed lightly, glancing at the poor wretch whose face was already pale and whose forehead was sweating: "At this moment, because of the blow to the head, the victim should be in a state of confusion and gradually becoming clear-headed, trying to break free of the ropes binding his hands and feet, and then being discovered by the murderer."

He paused for a moment: "The struggle must have been quite fierce."

Seeing the guy in front of him who was too scared to move, Li Jin squatted down, narrowed his eyes, and with the dagger in his hand, he slammed it into the door of the wardrobe behind him.

He said with a smile, "If I don't struggle and try to escape, the next blow might miss."