Chapter 307 A hundred secrets and a sparse one
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“Do you have any impression of Lu Chi’s robe and boots?”
Mo Tingfeng didn’t even raise his head and looked at the ground. The footprints suddenly spoke.
Song Weichen almost didn't dare to look at the corpse. Naturally, she couldn't answer. When she heard this, like a scumbag who was afraid of being called by the teacher to answer questions, she opened her big eyes and hurriedly looked at Ding Heran for help.
However, he was busy helping her "threaten" the grudge-breaker who found the body on patrol, so he didn't pay special attention to it. The two of them were ashamed, and Ye Wujiu answered the question at the right time.
“The toes of his hakama boots are particularly dirty and stained with a lot of earworm mucus. The clothes from the kneecap down are obviously even more dirty. Judging from the soil condition, it is most likely here. The hole is contaminated.”
Mo Tingfeng nodded with satisfaction and pointed to Lu Chi’s footprints on the ground,
"The road surface in this section of the cave is relatively smooth, but the marks on his heels and toes are obviously too heavy, indicating that his legs are stiff, resulting in uneven stress on the soles of his feet."
"In addition, the footprints show that his steps were suddenly longer. Suddenly short, this further proves that Lu Chi cannot fully control his movements."
He pointed at the shoe toe marks a few footprints apart. His left and right feet seemed to be out of control, walking in separate directions and not converging.
“If a sober person walks, there is no Dharma. The pace is usually stable and consistent, the distance between the footprints is relatively regular, and because the direction is clear, the toes usually travel along a relatively straight trajectory. Obviously, Lu Chi's footprints are not like this."
"In addition, the robes on his toes and knees are obviously dirty. Obviously, this is a typical manifestation of a person who cannot control his actions."
"So I have every reason to suspect that Lu Chi was sleepwalking or his consciousness was enslaved when he entered the cave."
"Mr. Mo, did you infer from the footprints that Lu Chi's consciousness was controlled, so was it a homicide?"
Song Weichen really couldn't think of the second possibility.
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"No, the footprints are just evidence. The real evidence of homicide is the fatal wound on Lu Chi's heart."
His words were not only for Song Weichen, but also for Ding. Heran and Ye Wujiu were both a little shocked when they heard this.
Both the autopsy and the traceability results of the Evidence Department confirmed that the wound was caused by Lu Chi himself. How could it be evidence of homicide?
"You didn't observe the body, so you don't know."
Mo Tingfeng took out the brocade handkerchief and helped Song Weichen carefully wipe the mud on his hands after touching the footprints in the cave.
“The shape and direction of the wound can be used to infer the dominant hand of the person who committed suicide. Most wounds caused by the right hand are inclined from left to right, and vice versa.”
< br>"Lü Chi's dominant hand is his right hand, but the fatal wound on his chest is obvious It is formed by the left hand. When a person wants to die, he will never deliberately give up using his dominant hand and use the other hand to commit suicide."
"This can only show that he is controlled. Awareness that the person who committed suicide was left-handed. ”
"Based on the above two reasons, I conclude that Lu Chi committed suicide. And the real mastermind behind the scenes is still lurking in Si Chen's Mansion!"
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Mo Tingfeng deduced, Convince everyone.
From this point of view, Lu Chi’s decision to give Du Juan the blood curse water was not what he wanted.
I am afraid that the half-footprint on the roof of the medicine hall was intentional, so he went to the back mountain on the day of the forest banquet, but did nothing, just walked a few steps and left.
It was basically the real murderer who deliberately let Lu Chi stay!
The person behind the scenes clearly intended to draw the attention of Mo Tingfeng and others to Lu Chi, and also wanted to end the matter through his suicide so that he could continue to lurk.
It’s just a matter of thousands of calculations, a hundred secrets and a sparse.
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"Mr. Mo, you are simply the incarnation of Dee Renjie! Conan is possessed! Sherlock Holmes is reincarnated!"
Song Weichen turned on the flattery mode,
“We all have only one pair of eyes, how do you see so much additional information?”
Mo Tingfeng smiled lightly, and then his expression became serious again. stand up. "We might as well put the plan to use. Don't mention Lu Chi's matter again. This matter is closed."
"He Ran, no blame, you focus on investigating the left-handed people in the house, remember to keep a low profile. , don’t rely on others.”
"Yes!"
The two of them accepted the order, but Ye Wujiu murmured in his heart. Lu Chi had level C magic skills, and was strong-willed and profound. It was not easy to control his consciousness easily. This shows that this left-handed man has at least a second-level magic ability, and is especially good at the art of capturing the mind.
But he knew not 80% but at least 70% of the grudge-breakers in the mansion. In his impression, there seemed to be no one with B-level magic ability, good at telepathy and being left-handed.
"The person behind the scenes is very hidden, we cannot be careless."
Mo Tingfeng stared into Ye Wujiu's eyes and added solemnly, obviously understanding his worries.
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“By the way, I’m thinking of someone!”
Song Weichen’s eyes lit up,
“The social fear of Uncle Fei’s team is the one named Mengmengda, no. Just patrolling Santuchuan? He is best at finding causes by touching things. Let him touch the dagger - wouldn't it be clear who is behind all this? "
Aren't you looking for the murderer? ? He's good at it!
Song Weichen's words were half right.
Mengmengda can indeed use the murder weapon to perceive the scene before death within a certain period of time, as well as the emotion of the deceased at the time, but he can only "see" what happened in the cave, and cannot detect the remote control of the Lu The one who acts late.
Mo Tingfeng had an intuition that Lu Chi came to the realm of sleepiness because the person who enslaved his consciousness was here. He wanted to capture him but it backfired.
“You can’t use Meng Mengda.”
“Lü Chi’s matter, especially to all the grudge breakers in Santuchuan, has been kept silent. The case has been closed and cannot be mentioned again.”
"In addition, focus on the grudge-breakers who have been ordered to assist in the investigation of Youmeni Realm in the past few days, especially those who appear here without inspection orders."
As soon as these words came out, the three of them understood that he The main suspects are the underground network grudge breakers led by Ye Wujiu, and the subordinates of the crime-writing department led by Uncle Fei who are currently patrolling Santuchuan.
Song Weichen blinked, "Can't even Uncle Fei say that?"
He has been working in Sichen Mansion for thousands of years, and his qualifications are older than Mo Tingfeng's, and he is familiar with all the personnel. , can be called a living dictionary in the mansion, but it is a pity that he does not have magic power, otherwise the realm leader would have assigned him to important positions.
Mo Tingfeng shook his head, "He is soft-hearted and nagging, and it is easy for the news to leak out. The one person who is guarded and cannot say anything is Uncle Fei."
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While he was talking, Ye Wujiu suddenly swayed and was about to fall over. Ding Heran quickly caught him with his hands.
“Old Ye!”
He saw blood oozing out from the place where he had been hit by Ma Zhenchun’s Death Fire Prominence on his arm, but Ye Wujiu didn’t care at all, he only felt the sound in his ears. There was a monster screaming, and the sound was extremely harsh, as if it was about to break a blood vessel—no, there was indeed blood flowing out of his ears.
Along with the sharp neighing, Ye Wujiu vaguely heard a voice,
"Kill...kill..."
"...kill me!"
It's the necromancer Ma Zhenchun.
“Poof!”
Ye Wujiu spurted out a mouthful of black blood. When the blood fell to the ground, a few wisps of black smoke rose up. He could no longer hold on and leaned forward. In Ding Heran's arms.