However, the clearer his mind became, the more painful his heart felt, an unbearable pain that he couldn't forget even for a moment, and there was no way to escape it.
So he knelt here, accepting the truth.
"Old Wang, get up. Don't keep kneeling like that, your legs will go numb soon. Your aunt and uncle will be heartbroken to see you like this," Zheng Qiu said softly as she approached Fatty Wang.
"Xiao Qiu, how did they all die? Was it one person or multiple people who committed the crime? Did they struggle before they died? Were they in pain?" Fatty Wang raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice.
His gaze was no longer blank, but calm, extremely calm, as if there were a pool of water in his eyes that one could not see the bottom.
Zheng Qiu was taken aback.
"It's impossible to determine at the moment whether the murderer is one person or multiple people. Judging from the manner of death and the remains, it could be either one person or multiple people. We still need to analyze the scene and other clues," Zheng Qiu replied. "As for the others, apart from the signs of a violent struggle that Lord Wang and his wife showed before their deaths, there were no signs of violent struggle among the others."
Wang Pangzi's gaze suddenly shifted to the fourth body covered with a white sheet. It was his wife, Chen Qing, who had been married to him for four years and had given birth to a chubby, adorable, and intelligent baby boy.
He saw the wounds on his wife's body and face. No matter how clean the servants cleaned, they couldn't possibly close the wounds!
For four years, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, but his wife fulfilled all the responsibilities of a wife, even doing more and being more outstanding than other virtuous wives.
Such a good woman, why?
Fatty Wang closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and then slowly stood up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
Zheng Qiu felt that, as things stand, they didn't need to worry about Fatty Wang. At least, before his family was properly laid to rest, nothing would happen to Fatty Wang.
"Xiao Qiu, how are you?" At this moment, Gu Xin came in with her hands behind her back. She didn't expect Wang Pangzi to stand up. She walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "We'll do our best to find the murderer as soon as possible. Hang in there, brother!"
"Okay!" Fatty Wang nodded heavily.
"The deaths varied in manner and cause. The most gruesome was that of Young Madam Wang. Although all the victims died within half an hour, it's certain that Young Madam Wang was the first to die, while Lord Wang was the last. As for the others, those without fatal wounds—Madam Wang and the two old women—had poisoned needles inserted into their heads, killing them instantly, with only a few drops of blood seeping out, unnoticed. The others who died without wounds died from inhaling poisoned incense; the type of incense is currently unknown. Although Madam Wang was found hanging, she was actually hanged after death, as evidenced by the strangulation marks on her neck. A few bodies had been washed beforehand, so this is all I could find," Zheng Qiu reported to Gu Xin.
"Incense again?" Gu Xin had actually suspected something was wrong with the incense burner from the beginning. There was so much incense ash in the old woman's room, but it looked like the incense burner that the maid had brought from home. Normally, who would bring an incense burner out without first emptying the incense ash?
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