Chapter 58 He Liang is the scapegoat
As soon as He Zhiyuan finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
He didn't care that the person who treated He Ming's injuries had a grudge against his family, and continued, "This shouldn't be the case. He Ming and He Liang's injuries are exactly the same, and their conditions were almost the same yesterday. Could it be that He Liang didn't die from his injuries?"
After checking He Ming's injuries, He Zhiran was completely sure of this.
According to Mo Jiuye, there was no deviation when he attacked, and the injuries of the two people could be said to be exactly the same.
When she checked He Ming's injuries just now, she was absolutely sure that apart from being a little weak, He Ming was not in any danger of life. It was impossible for him to die just by sleeping.
He Zhiran looked at the corpse parked opposite and strode over.
In full view of everyone, she lifted up the torn clothes covering He Liang's head.
He Liang's eyes were tightly closed, not the kind that were forced shut after death, which means that he did not suffer any pain when he died.
Moreover, she could determine that no more than an hour had passed since He Liang's death.
To be precise, it should have been after Mo Jiuye came back from visiting the county jail at night.
After a careful examination, He Zhiran pulled out a slender silver needle from He Liang's Baihui acupoint.
While she was examining the body, Peng Wang and He Zhiyuan stood by and watched.
When He Zhiran pulled out the silver needle, both of them were stunned.
He Zhiyuan burst into tears again.
"Who is it? Who is it? It's not enough that they hurt my son, they even wanted to take his life... Wuwuwu..."
After all, he has been an official for many years and is not completely unfamiliar with this type of assassination.
Those who can kill people in this way without anyone noticing are all masters among masters.
And the main purpose is to silence them.
He Zhiyuan couldn't help but ponder, wondering who He Liang had offended when he was in the capital.
Maybe this way, he could guess who the murderer was.
However, he racked his brains but could not figure out when He Liang had offended such a powerful figure.
He Liang’s wife came over crying and covered his head with the tattered clothes again, crying, “When it was almost dawn, my husband said he was thirsty, so I gave him some water.
And I wasn't sleeping too soundly. Someone came to kill my husband, but I didn't even notice. My husband, I am so sorry for you... Wuwuwu... It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of you... Wuwuwu..."
Seeing her sister-in-law sad, He Ming's wife also started crying.
"Our He family has been exiled, so who would be so relentless towards these brothers?
Luckily, I took my husband to the other side of the hut last night to take care of him. If I had left the two brothers together, I’m afraid two lives would have been lost by now…”
After listening to the crying complaints of He Ming and He Liang's wives, He Zhiran got another piece of news, that is, the two brothers did not lie together last night.
With this clue, He Zhiran's thinking seemed to become clearer.
This kind of thing happened in the exile team, and Peng Wang could not send He Liang's body to the government office to ask the county magistrate to investigate the case and find the real murderer. He could only order people to deal with the aftermath as soon as possible without delaying the journey.
While the He family was still in grief, the police had already found a local man who specialized in handling corpses. After giving him a few copper coins, the man took He Liang's body away.
He Zhiran made some discovery during the autopsy, so she didn't stay here any longer. She said hello to Peng Wang and returned to Mo Jiuye's room.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Mo Jiuye couldn't wait to ask, "Did you find anything?"
He Zhiran told Mo Jiuye the autopsy results, and emphasized that the He brothers did not sleep in the same place.
Mo Jiuye's eyes instantly darkened.
Seeing his expression, He Zhiran knew that he must have thought of something.
"Do you think He Liang is your scapegoat?"
Mo Jiuye raised his head, his eyes becoming even deeper.
"You think so too?"
He Zhiran nodded and stated his inference.
"He Liang's death should have occurred after you left the courtyard, which means you were unaware of those people's new actions.
If the killer is coming for you, he will definitely attack someone who is injured when he gets here.
He Liang happened to be resting at the edge of the straw hut, and his wife helped him up to drink water when it was almost dawn.
My guess is that the killer noticed their interaction, determined that He Liang was seriously injured, and that his physique was somewhat similar to yours, so he mistook He Liang for you."
He Zhiran's narration was very comprehensive and completely consistent with Mo Jiuye's guess.
He felt more and more that this woman was more complicated than he had imagined.
At the same time, he is also glad that he has met such a wife, who is simply a great help given to him by God.
Mo Jiuye himself didn't know why, at this time, he was still thinking about those trivial things.
But he soon brought his wandering thoughts back.
"He Liang's death is a good thing for us."
"Why?" He Zhiran asked.
"If it's really what you just said, the killer will definitely go back and report that the assassination was successful.
In a short time, Nan Qi will think I'm dead. Even if he finds something wrong, his next move won't be too fast. We can live in peace for a while."
He Zhiran knew that Mo Jiuye's analysis was not unreasonable.
But the peace he mentioned can only be temporary. If you want permanent peace, I'm afraid it is not possible at the moment.
When He Zhiran followed Mo Jiuye on the road of exile, he was mentally prepared that the journey would not be peaceful, and the future would remain the same.
"In this case, we will face everything in the future with joy, and we will fight against the enemy with our troops and block the water with earth.
Since ancient times, good has always prevailed over evil, and I don't believe those with bad intentions can stay around for long."
For example, Nan Qi. Historical records show that he died early less than five years after he ascended the throne because he was obsessed with women and damaged his health.
Later, his six-year-old son ascended the throne, and the court was controlled by powerful officials. Soon the Dashun regime changed hands.
However, He Zhiran did not tell Mo Jiuye about these plans. She had already changed Mo Jiuye's fate once. Who knows what will happen in the future?
When Mo Jiuye's property was confiscated and he was exiled, he had already lost confidence in the future and even developed a self-destructive mentality.
But since he discovered Nan Qi's true face, he has completely changed his mind.
He Zhiran, a woman who had just married into the Mo family, was full of hope for the future. If he, the only man in the Mo family, continued to give up on himself, he would be too sorry for the ancestors of the Mo family and the family members who were exiled with them.
No matter what, he will try his best to survive, even if he can only live in the barren northwest in the future, as long as his family is harmonious and happy, it is a blessing.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye immediately perked up.
"Don't worry, I will do my best to protect my family and you."
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