Chapter 13 Chapter 13 They actually knew this person. ...
Zhu Song interrogated the kitchen staff but found nothing. Because Zhu Song had specifically instructed that Lin Feng's meals were always under everyone's supervision, even the food was delivered by two people, which was absolutely foolproof.
In the evening, the coroner came to report on the autopsy.
Lin Feng was poisoned to death by the red-crowned crane's crown in the water. He had scars of all sizes on his body, none of which were life-threatening. The most fatal one was the one on his heart. The wound was very deep, and his heart was broken. Someone used extremely top-notch medical skills to sew up his heart, barely extending his life.
"This is truly marvelous, unparalleled medical skill. I've lived for so many years and have never seen such advanced techniques. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. This is a living miracle doctor."
Speaking of this, the coroner's face was filled with admiration. Zhu Song saw that the light in his eyes was almost more dazzling than the sunlight at noon in midsummer, so he calmly interrupted his praise and asked, "And then?"
The coroner said sincerely, "Sir, if you ever meet a miracle doctor, please introduce him to me."
Zhu Song raised an eyebrow, "I'm talking about the case."
The coroner then brought the topic back to the topic, "Li Mingsi died by hitting his head against a pillar, but the autopsy revealed that he had a heart disease. Even if he doesn't die now, he won't live for many years."
Zhu Song nodded and let the coroner go.
After dinner, Gu Huaiyu found him with the portrait, "It's done."
Zhu Song took it and looked at it. Because the person in the painting was wearing a mask, he couldn't see his face. He could only make out the general outline and a sense of luxury. But Li Mingsi had nothing to do with luxury.
Although Gu Huaiyu was not present at the scene, he knew what happened today. "What do you think?"
Zhu Song took a deep breath and said, "Scapegoat."
Gu Huaiyu had the same idea, but now the deadline given by the emperor was approaching, and the clues they had were too few to support the subsequent investigation. What Gu Huaiyu really wanted to know was what Zhu Song was going to do, whether to stop or continue investigating.
Zhu Song was unwilling to stop there and said, "Check Li Mingsi."
Even though Gu Huaiyu had guessed he would say this, he still advised, "Someone doesn't want us to investigate further. If we continue, we will definitely be blocked. It's better to close the case here first, get past the emperor, and then investigate in secret."
Zhu Song looked at him and asked, "Will there be no obstruction in the secret investigation?"
Gu Huaiyu knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he gave up and said, "I'll go find Lao Qu."
"Um."
After Gu Huaiyu left, Zhu Song took out the portrait he had brought and examined it carefully. The person in the painting was quite young, perhaps in his thirties, wearing a golden mask. He had gentle eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a small mole on the edge of his lips. He was dressed in purple, his slender white hands resting lightly on his knees, with a dark green ring on his thumb.
Zhu Song remembered what Lin Feng said. This was probably what it looked like when they first met.
Zhu Song sighed. There were too few clues to piece together a complete chain. The only thing he was sure of now was that there was a big shot behind this matter. But could such a big shot really covet the Lin family's "rare and precious" red coral?
It doesn't make sense.
This was Zhu Song's idea, but if it was about lusting after beauty, if Xu Wanyin really had that ability, she wouldn't have married Lin Sicheng and caused the Lin family to be wiped out ten years later.
Without any clues, the case could not be solved by imagination alone. Zhu Song sat there all night until Gu Huaiyu came back at dawn.
"I've found out. This Li Mingsi isn't actually called Li Mingsi. His name is Zhou Mu. His family runs a fabric business. He was originally in Ganzhou, but came to Beijing two months ago to seek medical treatment for his child. He's currently staying at the Tianyue Inn."
Finally, there was a clue. Zhu Song stood up and said, "I'm going to Tianyue Inn."
As a result, when Zhu Song rushed to Tianyue Inn, he didn't see a single hair. The innkeeper said that Zhou Mu and his family had hurriedly checked out two days ago and no one knew where they had gone. Before that, the family had been seeking medical treatment and there was nothing unusual.
It was not difficult for the Dali Temple to find someone in the capital. Zhu Song issued an arrest warrant and personally led a team to search the whole city, but after two days, there was no result.
Seeing that the deadline given by the emperor was approaching, Zhu Song was at a loss when a dart carrying a message pierced the pillar in his house. Zhu Song looked outside suspiciously, but saw no one.
Zhu Song called the yamen runner, "Go and ask if they have seen any suspicious people?"
The bailiff asked, "Sir, what happened?"
Zhu Song glanced at the column in a gesture. The yamen runner followed his gaze and was horrified. "There's an assassin."
Zhu Chan said: "Be quiet and investigate secretly."
"yes."
After the yamen runner left, Zhu Song took the letter off the dart and unfolded it. It said, "The person you are looking for is in Xiliu Village."
It is better to believe it than not, so Zhu Song immediately took people to Xiliu Village and found the Zhou mother and son hiding in a thatched house at the end of the village.
The Zhou family mother and son hugged each other, trembling and looking extremely scared. They stopped and crawled to the ground when they heard the three words "Dali Temple". "Sir, help!"
Zhu Song brought his men back to the Dali Temple. Madam Zhou was so scared that she told him everything without even asking.
"Two days ago, a man wearing a cap found Zhou Mu. I don't know what they said, but Zhou Mu came back and told me that the child's illness could be cured.
The next day, Zhou Mu brought back a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, ground it into powder and fed it to the child. The child's condition quickly improved.
When I was overjoyed, Zhou Mu asked me to take the children and leave Beijing secretly, saying that he had made a deal with someone and had to go to complete the deal, and it was very likely that I would not come back.
If it were me personally, I would definitely not want to leave, but for the sake of my children, I had to leave.
That night, I quietly left the city with my child. But before we had even gone three miles, we were assassinated. How could we, an orphan and a widow, stand up to the enemy? I desperately begged for mercy, but they remained unmoved. Just when I thought we were doomed, another group of men in black rushed out to save us.
The men in black took us to Xiliu Village and locked us up without speaking to us. It wasn't until today that adults came and rescued us."
With two groups of men in black, things are becoming more and more interesting.
Zhu Song frowned and asked, "What are the characteristics of the black-clad man who killed you?"
Mrs. Zhou shook her head. "I was so scared at the time that I only saw that they were all wearing black clothes and masking their faces. I don't know anything else."
Zhu Song asked again: "What about the man in black who saved you?"
Mrs. Zhou still shook her head. "I was too scared to look closely. I only knew they were all wearing black clothes and masks."
Zhu Song asked, "They didn't say a word to you?"
Madam Zhou replied, "No, they didn't say a word. When they wanted to lead us away, they just pointed the way with their swords."
Zhu Song asked again, "Did the man you made a deal with give you anything else besides a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?"
Mrs. Zhou replied, "No, I gave her a Ganoderma lucidum."
Zhu Song asked again: "Did you give him anything?"
Mrs. Zhou shook her head. "No, Zhou Mu didn't tell me anything. He just told me to leave quickly."
Zhu Song frowned and remained silent. Madam Zhou cautiously looked at him. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "Sir, when he came to see us on the first day, a gust of wind blew, and I saw his face."
Zhu Song immediately perked up and ordered the yamen runner, "Go and get painter Zhang over here right away."
The bailiff responded and ran away in a hurry.
Everyone in the Dali Temple has been very nervous recently because tomorrow is the deadline given by the emperor.
Gu Huaiyu also came with Painter Zhang. As soon as he entered the room, he looked at Madam Zhou. Madam Zhou met his gaze, bowed, and called out, "Sir."
Gu Huaiyu didn't say much, only said: "We have to finish the portrait tonight, thank you for your hard work, madam."
Mrs. Zhou was flattered. "Your Excellency is too polite. This is what I should do."
Painter Zhang set up his easel and said to Mrs. Zhou, "Let's get started."
Mrs. Zhou recalled what happened that night, "He was wearing a luxurious purple robe made of silk satin, which looked very expensive, and a black cloak made of ordinary material. He was probably as tall as this gentleman," Mrs. Zhou said, pointing at Gu Huaiyu, "but a little fatter than him. He was probably in his fifties, I can't say for sure, because he was very fair and had tender skin, and it was obvious that he was well maintained.
"She has slightly chubby cheeks, a bit of flesh on her cheeks, and a slight droop. She has neatly trimmed eyebrows, slightly almond-shaped eyes, and a stern look. She has a straight nose and thin lips..."
Painter Zhang finished the first draft when the moon was at its zenith. With the corrections from Mrs. Zhou, an accurate portrait was completed at daybreak.
Several people gathered around the portrait, and Zhu Song and Gu Huaiyu frowned. They actually knew this person.
Zhu Song took the portrait and was about to leave, but Gu Huaiyu said, "I'll go with you."
Zhu Song refused, "No need. How dare he not release the person when the evidence is so conclusive?"
Gu Huaiyu didn't insist after hearing what he said. Zhu Song and his men left in a rage. Madam Zhou watched Zhu Song leave, then looked at Gu Huaiyu who had been staring at him. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Do you know that man?"
Gu Huaiyu retracted his gaze and looked at her, and instead of answering, he asked, "You can recognize him when he's brought here, right?"
Mrs. Zhou replied confidently, "Of course."
Zhu Song and his men hurried to Chen Guojiu's residence. Dali Temple runners lined up in a row, looking very imposing. Zhu Song stepped forward and knocked on the door. "Dali Temple Zhu Song, excuse me for disturbing you."
The servant opened the door and was startled by the scene. "Sir, wait a moment. I'll let you know."
Zhu Song nodded, and the servant hurried away.
Uncle Chen came quickly and asked, "Master Zhu, what are you doing?"
Zhu Song took out the portrait and showed it to Uncle Chen. "I'm here for no other reason than to ask for help. Your Highness's housekeeper, Chen Yurong, is suspected of murdering 32 members of the Lin family and has hired someone to take the blame. Please hand the person over to me."
After hearing this, Uncle Chen's eyes widened. "How can this happen?" He ordered the servants, "Quickly bring Chen Yurong out and hand him over to Master Zhu."
The servant responded and went away quickly.
While waiting, Uncle Chen invited him, "You can't escape from my house. Please come in and have a cup of tea."
Zhu Song declined politely, his eyes falling on the scar on Uncle Chen's mouth, and he asked casually, "Is Uncle Chen angry?"
Uncle Chen raised his hand and touched the scar at the corner of his mouth. "Oh no, it was scratched by the cat that Madam raised a few days ago. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Master Zhu."
Zhu Song smiled slightly and said, "I never heard that Madam Chen liked cats before."
Uncle Chen replied, "I went to her sister's place a few days ago and saw her. I liked her so I brought her home to raise for a few days. After she caught me, I said I'd send her back, but I couldn't bear to let her go. I'm still raising her in the mansion now."
After a few words of idle chatter, the servant came rushing over, almost falling down due to running so fast, "Master, something is wrong."
Seeing him in such a panic, Chen Guojiu said angrily, "Why are you so flustered? Tell me what's wrong. Didn't I tell you to arrest Chen Yurong? Where is he?"
The servant replied with a bitter face: "He...he is dead."
Uncle Chen was horrified. "What did you say?"
The servant replied, "I went to the housekeeper's room and knocked on the door but no one answered. I pushed the door open and saw that the housekeeper was dead."
Zhu Song frowned. He died again. This was too decisive.
"take me"
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