The servant lowered his head, his expression unclear. The fat innkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily, "If we knew who the murderer was, we would not let him off so easily. We would cut him into pieces. This murderer has implicated our inn. No customers will dare to stay here from now on!"
The fatter guest gathered his sleeves and said, "We can go home now."
The other guest looked at the servant who lowered his head, with an expression that said he knew it was you, as if he had determined that the murderer was this servant.
The rest of the people also had expressions that the truth was finally going to be revealed, and they asked the prefect to arrest this person as soon as possible.
Song Jiaren put away the only physical evidence she had found so far and placed it in her sleeve, as if she had no intention of taking it out.
Some guests were not happy. "Miss, why don't you take out the evidence and hand it over to the prefect so that he can ask who it belonged to and find out the murderer?"
Song Jiaren frowned and looked unhappy. "Just because you ask me to take it out, I have to take it out. Who are you and what qualifications do you have to teach me how to do things?" She looked like she was going to take it out and see what you can do.
Seeing this, several guests looked at each other, helpless.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, the silent old butler stepped forward to persuade her, "Miss, please leave it to the prefect. Let's settle this matter as soon as possible and you should leave for home."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiaren had no choice but to compromise, "Okay, but I'm sleepy and want to rest. Let's talk after I've rested enough." After saying that, she left without paying any attention to the people who were still standing there.
The old housekeeper said helplessly, "Sorry, Your Excellency the Prefect, let's go first and wait until the young lady wakes up." After saying that, he followed.
Guan Ren had no way to deal with the master and servant, since the physical evidence was discovered by the eldest daughter. He could only let everyone go and rest while everyone complained.
The news of the discovery of the physical evidence quickly spread throughout the inn. Everyone was talking about it and guessing who the murderer was. Some even cursed indignantly, pouring out all their resentment of the past two days on the murderer, as if they wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
Song Jiaren returned to her room and lay down on the chaise longue to rest. After she finished eating the large grapes in the bowl, she asked Gu Zhen to go to the kitchen to see if there were any more, as she wanted to eat them when she woke up.
Gu Zhen pushed the door open carefully, afraid of waking up the sleeping Song Jiaren. As soon as he went out, he met the restless servant and the fat boss in the corridor.
When they saw the old housekeeper was about to leave, they casually asked, "Wouldn't the old man like to take a rest?"
"Oh, I won't rest anymore. I don't need to sleep that much when I'm old. The young lady said she wants to eat big grapes when she wakes up. I'm thinking of asking in the kitchen. If there are no grapes, the young lady will be angry when she wakes up." He had a helpless and doting look on his face.
The fat boss knew very well how troublesome the young lady was, so he didn't dare to delay the old man from going to the kitchen.
The servant also knew that the young lady liked to eat grapes. He didn't expect that she finished a bowl so quickly and even asked for another bowl. Moreover, she stayed in No. 1 for several days without blinking an eye and ate grapes from the Rakshasa Kingdom at will. She was really a young lady from a rich family. He had some indescribable emotions in his heart.
Just now, he was busy walking with his head down and bumped into a customer. The fat boss saw him and scolded him. The customer didn't care about him, scolded him a few words and left. The fat boss scolded him for a while and then went back to sleep because he was tired. He was the only one left in the corridor.
His hands were shaking as some uncontrollable thoughts came to his mind. The uncontrollable evil and luck made him walk to the door of the young lady. He hesitated for a moment, but thought of the punishment for murderers that the guests mentioned, such as gouging out eyes, cutting out tongues, and piercing intestines. He couldn't help but shudder, and hardened his heart and gently pushed open the door.
He entered the room and quietly closed the door. Apart from cleaning the house and being ordered around by customers, this was the first time he had observed Room No. 1 so carefully.
He had never noticed before that this room was so big, the floor was so clean and shiny, the bed and tea chairs and table were so beautiful, the couch was covered with fragrant and soft bedding, and the tables, chairs and benches were carved with beautiful patterns. He knew clearly that this was a room he could not afford to live in even if he worked hard all his life.
The arrogant and domineering young lady was sleeping quietly on the chaise longue at this moment. She had a fair face and charming features. The hem of her long gown fell on the snow-white plush carpet. She looked very noble. Even when she was asleep, she did not have the sharp and domineering look she usually had. He dared to look at her directly and carefully.
He remembered that day when he greeted the guests on behalf of the horse-drawn boy who had a stomachache, holding the footstool while waiting for her to get off the carriage.
He saw the layers of her exquisite dress and a pair of beautiful embroidered shoes. However, after she moved in for the past two days, he never dared to look up at her. He was afraid of revealing his love for her by looking into her eyes, and afraid of seeing the same contempt and disdain in her eyes as other guests.
He walked forward, took out the sleeping drug he had prepared long ago, and moved closer and closer to the beautiful sleeping face. He comforted himself in his heart that he just wanted to get the evidence back and knock her out. She would wake up in a while. It was just her chance to pick it up. He didn't mean to hurt her.
He held his breath and approached the young lady, feeling conflicted and uneasy. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands hard against her mouth and nose.
With a "bang", he was kicked out. He fell to the ground with his chest burning with pain. He could not move at all, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't run away at this time. He could only watch the lady who was lying on the chaise longue sit up, with the old butler standing next to her.
So, it was this young lady who had the quick reaction and kicked him away just now?
I didn't expect she knew martial arts.
I didn't expect her to wake up suddenly.
He felt his mind was clearer than ever before, and everything was irreversible.
Guan Ren was invited over by Changfeng. He didn't know what had happened. He saw the servant collapsed to the ground with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, with his head down and not saying a word.
"This is?"
Song Jiaren explained to the prefect who had been a bystander throughout the whole process, "This matter starts with the physical evidence I found."
"Oh, by the way, what is that physical evidence?" Guan Ren looked at the eldest lady's sleeve, waiting for her to produce the physical evidence.
Song Jiaren spread out her empty palms and said, "There is no physical evidence at all. I made it up."
"Is it made up?"
"Yes, the case is at a dead end. We haven't found any murder weapon or suspects. Of course, we can only make up some physical evidence. Otherwise, how can we lure the snake out of its hole?"
Song Jiaren had an expression that said, "You are all idiots, you don't have enough IQ," which made the guests angry but helpless.
"Look, I just put out the bait and caught a big fish! The murderer is this little boy!"
"What is going on? Why did the servant kill someone?" Guan Ren asked the servant who was trembling nervously on the ground. Although he was not good-looking and dressed simply but neatly, he did not expect that he was the murderer. It really shows that you cannot judge a person by his appearance.
The servant was filled with regret and resentment. He knew it was impossible to escape, but he still thought he could cover up the truth. No one would know it was him. Who would know...
"I've been a servant at the inn for six years, working tirelessly and without complaint. I've been treated like an animal, trampled upon, mocked, and ridiculed. I've always been terrified and dared not even utter a single complaint. It's simply because of my ugly appearance that I can't find any other work if I leave here."
The boy touched the wrinkled skin on his face. It was the place where he was scalded when he fell into boiling water when he was a child. The scald would never go away. Many customers looked at him with disgust, but this young lady was the only one who did not treat him differently, even though she was indeed difficult to serve.
"All of this is tolerable, but this man..." The servant looked at the corpse lying on the ground with a murderous look in his eyes, still gritting his teeth with hatred, as if he wanted to peel off the skin and pull out the tendons to vent his anger. "This man drank too much and actually asked me to put drugs in the young lady's food. He had blasphemous thoughts about the young lady. It is truly unforgivable!"
"So I started arguing with him, and the guest heard it right."
"When he saw that the villain wouldn't listen to him, he said he would find an opportunity to take action himself. In a fit of rage, the villain took advantage of his drunkenness and hit him on the head with the chamber pot at the door. He didn't expect that he would bleed so much and actually died."
Song Jiaren said in disbelief, "He had evil intentions towards me? He had bad intentions? So you killed him? Why?"
The servant's lifeless eyes suddenly became enthusiastic. "Because you have never treated me differently, and I also have feelings for you, young lady, so I will not tolerate his blasphemy against you."
Anger rose in Gu Zhen's old eyes but he had nowhere to vent it. A servant actually dared to have dirty thoughts about his concubine. He was really asking for his life!
The other one is already dead. There is no blame for his death. He deserved to die!
Song Jiaren also has many fans in modern times. Her appearance is even more charming than her current body. She has to be fully armed when going out, and is not inferior to celebrities at all. Her current appearance is only half of her original beauty, but there are still people who are obsessed with her.
"Sir, since the real culprit has been caught, the rest is up to you. I have to go home because I've been summoned by my family."
Changfeng and Shitou are ready to go. Song Jiaren still sits in the luxurious and comfortable sedan chair, and Gu Zhen, who perfectly plays the old butler, follows beside her, ready to set off.
The fat boss chased out with an awkward smile on his face, "Miss, have you forgotten something?"
Song Jiaren lifted the door curtain a little and said innocently, "What did I forget?"
The fat boss was evasive and muttered quietly, "Miss, you forgot to pay for your stay."
Song Jiaren suddenly understood. "Oh, so, didn't the prefect tell you that he paid? When I found the evidence and agreed to use it to catch the real culprit, I negotiated with the prefect that he would cover the hotel expenses. That's why I agreed to produce the evidence."
Guan Ren, who followed behind, looked embarrassed. He thought it was just a joke, but the young lady had said it in public, and if he didn't admit it, it would seem that he was shirking his responsibility. This fat boss was in a dilemma.
Upon hearing this, the fat boss turned around and looked at the prefect. Seeing the prefect nod, he felt relieved. He asked the servant to bring up the snacks prepared for the young lady and watched her leave.
I pray in my heart that this ancestor will not come again??
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