[R18] Dali Temple.Qing (Shuangjie solves the case 1v1) – “Dali Temple. Qing (Shuangjie 1v1 solves the case)” Chapter 30 Tracking [English]

Shengjing West Market is crowded with pedestrians and row upon row of shops. It is the busiest time of the day.

A slender white hand stretched out from the window of the elegant room on the second floor and lifted the bamboo curtain upwards to protect it from the rain.

“Why haven’t you come out yet…” Lin Wanqing frowned and muttered, stretching her snow-white neck to reveal the graceful curves on the side of her neck.

Su Moyi’s eyes were dull for a moment, and she quickly lowered her head to drink tea.

In order to deceive others, Lin Wanqing specially dressed up as a pretty maid next to her husband today, and went to the Song Mansion with Su Moyi in casual clothes to keep a lookout.

The two of them followed the lame maid to the West Market early in the morning. They wanted to invite someone to question her, but due to the large number of people on the road, Su Moyi was afraid of disturbing the situation, so she decided to follow her first, and then arrest someone for questioning when she found the opportunity.

“Sir,” seeing no response, Lin Wanqing turned to look at Su Moyi and complained, “This person has been in for almost half an hour. Could it be that he knew we were following her and ran away, right?”

Su Moyi followed Lin Wanqing’s hand and glanced outside, and said flatly: “No. There is only one entrance to the West Market, and you need to pass through this place to enter and exit, unless she digs a tunnel or climbs over the wall.”

“Oh,” Lin Wanqing nodded and said sarcastically, “That’s right.”

Su Moyi saw that she looked uneasy, so he brought a tea pot, filled it with tea, dipped some more tea in it and gestured on the table: “What are the other suspicious points in Wang Hu’s case now?”

As expected, Lin Wanqing’s attention was diverted. He leaned over and clasped his fingers and said, “First of all, we have analyzed the short knife at the scene of the crime before. It could not have been brought by Wang Hu himself, so it could only have been forgotten by the murderer at the scene. But as a professional assassin, it is really strange to make such a mistake.”

“Yeah.” Su Moyi responded and wrote the word “knife” on the table.

“Secondly, when Wang Hu was killed, why didn’t the murderer commit suicide out of fear of crime, but massacred the entire Jingzhao Mansion Prison? This was clearly telling others that Wang Hu was not the murderer of Aunt Zhao.”

“Yeah.” Su Moyi nodded, then asked again: “Is it possible that the murderer exposed his identity when he broke into the prison, so he had to kill him to silence him?”

Lin Wanqing shook his head, “But the current suspect is Song Zhengxing. Why did he make it so obvious to kill Wang Hu? When Wang Hu is sent to the Ministry of Punishment, he only needs to send someone to tamper with the food, and this case will never see the light of day.”

“Well,” Su Moyi pondered, “it’s true that he is not a flamboyant person.”

The discussion reached an impasse and the two were silent for a while.

Lin Wanqing suddenly thought of something, sat up straight and asked, “Do you still remember the inspection record of that knife?”

“There is no blood groove on the blade surface, and the right side and the handle are stained with blood.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a “clang” of tea cups in his ears.

Lin Wanqing was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and suddenly said excitedly: “Could that knife be a clue left by the deceased for us?”

“How do you say that?” Su Moyi was confused.

“Sir, think about it!” Lin Wanqing leaned over, dipped some tea in his hand, and wrote while writing: “The knife has no blood groove, so when it is inserted into the human body, it will be tightly sucked due to the pressure, making it difficult to pull it out, and killing people will be too laborious. Therefore, the murderer will definitely not use such a knife to commit crimes.”

“Yes, indeed.” Su Moyi nodded and moved back subtly to keep her charming face away from her.

However, Lin Wanqing, who was focused on analyzing the case, didn’t notice it at all, and continued to move closer and said: “Secondly, even if the murderer couldn’t figure it out and chose such a murder weapon at random, this knife…”

As Lin Wanqing spoke, he gestured his hand like a knife and stabbed Su Moyi in the chest. “If the blade penetrates the body, both sides will be stained with blood. But this knife only has blood stained on one side. What does this mean?”

“…” Mr. Su, whose heart was poked, went blank for a moment. He had no time to answer the question, so he hurriedly covered his chest and stood up. However, when his sleeves tightened, he was pulled back by someone who was invested…

“This means that after the murderer left, the victim took the knife and put it next to him! Only in this way would the handle and one side of the knife be stained with blood!”

“And at the crime scene, everything was strange except for the murder weapon. The victim may have been worried that someone would return to the scene to check, so she did not choose to write or leave other things. Then, she must be trying to tell us something through this knife!”

After an impassioned analysis, Lin Wanqing clapped her hands together and looked up at Su Moyi, her eyes sparkling.

The atmosphere condensed for a moment.

Because at this time, Lin Wanqing discovered that the loveless Mr. Su was only less than a palm away from her. When the two looked at each other, they were so close that they could breathe.

Moreover, Mr. Su looked at her in a strange way, with a faint smile mixed with embarrassment.

Looks weird…

Lin Wanqing felt a chill running down his spine, and he quickly let go of he’s pulled sleeves, and straightened out the wrinkles.

The shop opposite suddenly heard the sound of opening the door to see customers off. Su Moyi pushed Lin Wanqing away and walked to the window in a sprint.

“She’s coming out,” he flipped up his robe, turned around and rushed out of the private room, “Follow me.”

The two of them left the teahouse one after another and followed the woman quietly.

She was walking in a hurry, and she didn’t look like she was going out to buy something.After leaving the bank, he walked quickly, not looking like he was going back to Song Mansion.

Suddenly, she walked to a stall selling hairpins and stopped. She picked up a few hairpins and looked at them for a while, then paid for one.

The two people who were not far behind could only stop at a nearby food stall and pretend to choose.

“She may have spotted us, don’t look over there.” Su Moyi reminded in a low voice.

Lin Wanqing’s hands shook a little when she heard this, and she lowered her head to the ground. When she turned around, she saw that there was no trace of the maid in front of the stall just now.

“Sir!” She pulled Su Moyi, pointed to a light yellow skirt at the end of the street at the entrance of the alley and said, “She ran away!”

The two of them chased after him.

The maidservant couldn’t run fast because of her inconvenient legs and feet, and was soon forced into a dead end.

Lin Wanqing was anxious and rushed over to pull her arm.

“Hiss!” A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a chill came from his arms.

She lowered her head and saw a blood-red wound on the smoky pink robe on her arm.

Lin Wanqing didn’t have time to deal with it, so he reached out to grab her again, but felt his waist tightened, and she was held behind Su Moyi.

In the flash of lightning, she didn’t see clearly, the knife in the maid’s hand was in Su Moyi’s hand.He turned his backhand and put the knife at the base of her neck. The tip of the knife sank into her skin, and little bits of blood leached out and flowed into her clothes.

“Hey!” Lin Wanqing saw Su Moyi looking like he was about to kill someone, so he hurriedly pulled her away, “This is a witness, not a suspect!”

Su Moyi ignored her, and the hand on her neck did not loosen at all.

Seeing that he couldn’t stop trying to persuade him, Lin Wanqing had no choice but to turn to the maid and explain: “We are from Dali Temple and we are ordered to investigate the case. Please cooperate.”

The maid was startled when she heard this, and looked at her with a pair of wary eyes.

“You must have heard about Aunt Zhao’s death in your house.” Lin Wanqing saw that she was a little relaxed and continued to persuade: “The previous suspect told me before he was killed that he had seen you outside Aunt Zhao’s boudoir.”

The maid was stunned for a moment, bit her lower lip, and didn’t explain anything.

“You are in a very dangerous situation now,” Lin Wanqing said: “If the real murderer knew that you had appeared outside Aunt Zhao’s room, he would definitely want to kill you. So, you’d better tell us the truth.”

“Then…how do I know you are not the murderer’s spy?”

Lin Wanqing was stunned. No wonder she resisted desperately just now. It turned out that she mistakenly regarded them as bad guys.

Thinking of this, she took off the name tag from her waist and waved it in front of her eyes, “This is my name tag.”

The maid clearly saw the words “Dali Temple” on it, but she was still suspicious.

Lin Wanqing had no choice but to go over and hold Su Moyi’s face in his hands and said, “Look, such a good-looking husband. Who else can we have in Shengjing besides Master Su of Dali Temple?”

Mr. Su, who was unexpectedly teased again: “…”

The maid seemed to have finally been persuaded. She looked at the two people in front of her from beginning to end, and then slowly said: “Although I have no evidence, I know that Song Zhengxing must have killed Aunt Zhao.”

“Oh?” Lin Wanqing patted Su Moyi’s hand and signaled him to put away the knife, “Why?”

The maid looked sad and angry, looked at Lin Wanqing and said, “Because Aunt Zhao must have known something about him that is unreliable, and he wants to kill someone and silence him.”

“You don’t know what’s going on?” Lin Wanqing asked.

The maid shook her head, “I only met Aunt Zhao after I entered the mansion. I also accidentally knew that Aunt Zhao’s family, like my slave, died due to frame-up in the ‘fake bank case’ the year before. She was an informant from the imperial court and came to the mansion to find evidence of the crime.”

“What about the evidence?” Lin Wanqing asked.

“Evidence?” The maid smiled bitterly, “In order to protect me, Aunt Zhao didn’t let me know too much. After she died, I secretly went to her boudoir, but I found that all the things she used had been replaced with new ones, and I couldn’t find anything.”

“Oh…” Lin Wanqing couldn’t help but be disappointed.

Su Moyi, who had been standing aside for a long time, suddenly remembered something and interrupted: “Aunt Zhao may have left a knife behind. You can go back to Dali Temple with me to identify it.”

The maid was a little embarrassed, “I just ran away this time. Aunt Zhao left some money for me to use as travel expenses to escape. I finally waited for today’s opportunity. If I go to Dali Temple…”

“Don’t worry,” Su Mo recalled, “I don’t want to alert you at the moment. Since Dali Temple has the ability to question you, it will naturally also have the ability to help you escape.”

After thinking for a moment, the maid finally nodded.

Lin Wanqing put his curtain hat on the maid, and found someone to go to Dali Temple to report the news, and asked Ye Qing to drive a carriage to meet him.

On the way back, Lin Wanqing and Su Moyi rode in the same car.

The wheels rumbled and the car curtains shook.

Lin Wanqing was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice that the people around her had been looking down at her for a long time.

“You seem to be particularly interested in Song Zhengxing’s case?”

Lin Wanqing was startled, then turned to look at Su Moyi, pretending to be relaxed and smiling: “No…how could it be? I am equally concerned about all cases.”

Su Moyi was unmoved, her eyes fell on the blood-stained arm sleeves, and she said with a dark expression: “Last time you were arresting the criminal, this time you are looking for witnesses. When you arrest the criminal, you will hide when you see the murder weapon, but this time you have to confront him even though he has been stabbed.”

“Is Song Zhengxing’s case more important than your own life?”

The sharp analysis made Lin Wanqing’s heart beat like a drum.

She paused, pretending to be calm and said: “No, no… I have already said my humble position, but I just love prison and have no ambitions to display. Now that I have come to Dali Temple, I have thanked you for not giving up, so naturally I want to repay you well…”

The words were interrupted, and Su Moyi stared at Lin Wanqing, her eyes as sharp as knives, “Why don’t Lin Lu tell you why he loves prison so much? He couldn’t be born with it, right?”

“I…” Lin Wanqing was speechless and suddenly changed the topic and asked: “Isn’t your obsession with prison innate?”

When Su Moyi heard this, she closed her eyes and said calmly, “Of course not.”

As he spoke, he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and wrapped Lin Wanqing’s still bleeding wound.

“No one is born interested in the darkness of the world.”

He was as calm as ever when he spoke, but his slightly trembling hands when tying knots betrayed his mood.

Lin Wanqing heard a trace of long-suppressed sadness in he’s tone, like salt from ancient centuries, especially salty.

The carriage rumbled, and the two of them were silent all the way.

When they arrived at Dali Temple, Lin Wanqing was stopped by Su Moyi as soon as she got off the carriage.

He looked at her and said solemnly: “Do you know that this case is different from a rape and murder case?”

Lin Wanqing was stunned and did not answer.

“Song Zhengxing holds a high position and has many factions behind him. The previous dynasty was full of turmoil, and the open and hidden arrows often affected the whole body. If you are too impatient, you may put yourself in a situation that will never recover.”

“So…” Su Moyi paused and continued: “If you can’t give me an understanding, I will have no reason for you to continue to intervene in this case.”