Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 520 Ink Evidence
"Brother Yu doesn't need to worry about this, I've already asked Liang Chen, and she can indeed prove that you were in the room that night, but that was only what she saw when she was awake." Li Canghai said.

Conan was a little puzzled and asked, "Brother Li, what do you mean by that?"

Li Canghai stared at Yu Chengen, and said: "When Liangchen was awake, she could indeed prove that you were in the room, but she fell into a deep sleep for a period of time. And you used this time to kill Hongmei."

Speaking of this, Li Canghai asked Liang Chen who was a bit stunned: "Liang Chen, did you fall into a deep sleep in his room that night?"

Liangchen could never have imagined that the man in black was Yu Chengen, she nodded in a daze, "I... I slept for a while, but it only had half a stick of incense."

Conan thought for a while and said, "Brother Li, this is impossible. In half a stick of incense, he came out of the room, went to Hongmei's room to kill, and then arranged the murder scene into a secret room and returned to the room. It's not enough, how could he be the murderer who killed Hongmei?"

"Wrong, I never said that he only used half a stick of incense to kill people." Li Canghai said deeply: "Actually, that incense was burned for Liang Chen, because only after Liang Chen saw the whole stick of incense can he wake up again." When you come, find out how long you slept."

"You mean, after Liang Chen fell asleep, he deliberately snuffed out the incense, and after finishing everything, he broke the incense in half and lit it, and then woke Liang Chen up? This is also plausible. But what method did he use?" Let Liangchen fall asleep?" Conan asked with a frown.

Yu Chengen laughed: "Brother Li, you have said so much, and it is all your guesswork. What evidence do you have to prove that I killed Hongmei?"

"What method did you use to make Liang Chen fall asleep? I will talk about it later, because it involves another murder case. Now, let me tell you the evidence of your murder." Li Canghai took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. A white paper covered with ink dots unfolded, "I found this on the desk in Hongmei's room. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but I didn't find it strange until I observed the situation at the scene."

"What's so strange about this? It's just some random ink smudges." Zhang Wenyuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes, these are indeed some ink stains, but they were not spilled randomly, but on purpose." Seeing that everyone was confused, Li Canghai explained: "When I was checking the table with red plum characters, I found some ink stains on the table. A wolf's hair, where the wolf's hair is located, is exactly where these ink dots are scattered. In other words, the ink dots on this paper are all formed when the wolf's hair falls on the paper with force."

"What does this mean?" Zhang Wenyuan asked with a frown.

"If I guessed correctly, Hongmei should have been writing poems at the writing desk before she died, so she was still holding the Langhao pen in her hand. However, she did not expect that the murderer would suddenly come down and kill her! Before she died, she , leaving clues about the murderer." Li Canghai said in a deep voice.

"These are just ink dots, where are there any clues to the murderer?" Zhang Wenyuan asked.

"That's right, the evidence I'm talking about is these ink dots. What do you think these ink dots look like?" Li Canghai asked.

"Nawu Baoji Tathagata, naturally it is like raindrops." Monk Qi Xin recited the Buddha's name.

"That's right, it's the raindrops!" Li Canghai said deeply, "This is what Hongmei wants to tell us, rain, it's Yu Chengen!"

"Ha, ha ha ha!" Hearing this, Yu Chengen burst out laughing, he laughed so intensely that tears flowed out.

"Based on this, you think I'm the murderer? Isn't this too childish? Hahaha... Ink dots are raindrops. I have to say that Brother Li's idea is really unexpected!"

Conan was also a little dazed, he looked at Li Canghai puzzled, based on what he knew about Li Canghai, it was impossible for Li Canghai to make such baseless guesses?

However, he took this as evidence, which really made him feel a little puzzled.

Everyone felt that this evidence was too far-fetched, only Li Canghai looked calm and didn't take everyone's doubts seriously.

"Is it ridiculous?" Li Canghai stared at Yu Chengen.

"Isn't it ridiculous? If this counts as evidence, then I can also say that Brother Li is the murderer. The ink dots are like rain, but they are also like water. Brother Li's name happens to have the word "water" next to it, isn't it? "Yu Chengen asked back.

Li Canghai shook his head, sighed, and said, "Actually, this is not the only evidence that Hongmei left behind to identify you."

He then took out a stack of papers and said, "These are poems written by Hongmei during her lifetime. The evidence to identify you is in these poems!"

Conan looked at the poems and said in astonishment: "Impossible, I have read all the poems. Although these poems have different artistic conceptions, they don't talk about murder?"

"Brother Nan couldn't see it because he only understood the artistic conception of the poem, but ignored the most superficial things." Li Canghai said.

"The most superficial thing?" Conan frowned suddenly.

Li Canghai said: "At first, when I sorted it out, I sorted it out in the order of four, three, two, one, so the evidence was pushed down at the bottom, so I didn't care about it. Until the morning, I was in a town When I saw other people writing poems at the calligraphy booth, I realized that I had made a common-sense mistake.”

"What's wrong?" Conan asked.

"When we write poems, every time we write a poem, we will put the one we wrote on top of the previous one. This is the order of one, two, three, four. Therefore, the closer the time is, the more we put it on the top, that is Such an arrangement." Li Canghai sorted the papers in order, and lifted them up.

"But, what does this mean?" Conan was a little puzzled.

Li Canghai took out the first three poems and said, "I don't know if you have noticed that among all the poems, only these three have one thing in common."

Everyone looked at the three poems in his hand, Conan frowned suddenly, and said: "These three poems all have a stain."

"That's right! These three poems all have stains, and the first one is darker in color, the second one is slightly lighter in color, and the third one is much lighter in color." Li Canghai said.

Zhang Wenyuan touched his nose and asked, "Why?"

Li Canghai asked back: "Everyone think, what does this ink smudge look like?"

Everyone was puzzled, only Conan stretched out his finger and said solemnly: "Fingerprints!"

Everyone was stunned.

Li Canghai nodded and said, "That's right, it's the fingerprints!"

"Why are there fingerprints on it? Whose fingerprints are there?" Zhang Wenyuan asked in a daze.

(End of this chapter)