"Perhaps the murderer needed to secure the victim firmly to prevent a loud fall that might disturb others. That's why the victim was bound so tightly." Zheng Qiu thought for a moment and could only come up with this explanation.
“No, that can’t be. Since the murderer was able to take Miss Feng from the Feng family by going through the window instead of the door, it means he was strong, no, it’s certain that the murderer was skilled in martial arts.” Gu Xin raised a finger, paused, and then extended another finger. “Secondly, Miss Feng must have known this person and was willing to go out with him, so she didn’t struggle or make a sound when she left.”
"What if they drugged Miss Feng? Wouldn't the murderer be able to take her away easily?" Gu En was also caught up in Gu Xin and Zheng Qiu's reasoning.
After he arrived, he had already learned everything he needed to know about the case.
“That’s a possibility, but how do we explain the pastries in Miss Feng’s stomach and the poison she was given? Pastries aren’t something you can force-feed unless you eat them willingly. They’re not water,” Gu Xin pondered.
“They could have drugged her, taken her out, and then, once she regained consciousness, discovered she was someone they knew!” Gu En said.
"Why go through all this trouble? Miss Feng wasn't starving in the Feng family. It's not like she was so hungry that she would eat anything given to her by anyone, right? If she was drugged and taken away, and then woke up and was still able to eat the pastries given to her by the murderer, that means the two of them were quite familiar with each other," Gu Xin retorted.
"The two victims were poisoned by the same kind of poison, and judging from the undigested residue, they ate the same kind of pastries. I think we can start with the pastries," Zheng Qiu said after finishing tidying up.
"The women of the Feng family stayed here for more than a day. In this weather, pastries won't keep well, so it's impossible that Ying'er made them beforehand and left them at home. Also, if we wanted to eat pastries made by Ying'er last night, then Miss Feng Si must have come to Qiyun Temple, or someone from Qiyun Temple took the pastries out, and it would only be possible to get them if they left at night. The person who left Qiyun Temple last night had nothing to do with the Feng family, and no one from the Feng family has ever left Qiyun Temple at night... No, no..." Gu Xin realized something was wrong as she spoke.
If she had wanted to leave Qiyun Temple last night, the monks wouldn't have noticed her at all. It's like the murderer dragging Miss Feng out, torturing and killing her, and then bringing her back—the monks wouldn't have noticed either.
However, if you leave at night, you will not ride a horse or a carriage near Qiyun Temple, but walk on foot. Halfway there, you will ride away on horseback where the gatekeeper of Qiyun Temple cannot hear you. By then, you will arrive at Feng's house at midnight.
Gu Xin went to the table next to her, where there was a pen and paper. She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to draw.
Zheng Qiu and Gu En came over to see what she was drawing.
Gu Xin drew a topographic map, which was very rough, but she had a good grasp of the proportions of distances.
"Climbing up the mountain at a normal pace takes two hours, while descending is slightly faster. It takes an hour to get back to the city from the foot of the mountain, and the city gates close precisely at midnight. The Feng family is here; the murderer intended to take Miss Feng Si out of the Feng residence to kill her, but… no, perhaps she was killed inside the Feng residence, not outside. The murderer is just using this as a smokescreen," Gu Xin said to herself, putting down her pen.
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