There were not many pedestrians on the street. Jiang Mingyu followed King Qi on horseback. Pedestrians on both sides occasionally looked sideways and did not dare to come forward.

Jiang Mingyu frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Yes, that must be the case." A trace of alertness flashed in his eyes, as if he had noticed something unusual.

"If there is really something wrong with my method, there will be large-scale soot poisoning." Jiang Mingyu's voice became deeper and deeper, full of vague worry.

A terrifying picture emerged in his mind. People were enveloped in smoke, had difficulty breathing, and were in danger.

His eyes became even colder, and a chill filled the air that could not be ignored.

"But nothing happened to others. Something is wrong. There seems to be a lot of strangeness in this death case. It seems that someone did it deliberately."

Jiang Mingyu frowned deeply. He felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand behind his back controlling the entire incident, and this was no accident.

"But it does not rule out that the deceased had an accident while burning coal alone..."

Jiang Mingyu's tone was slightly doubtful, and he began to think about different possibilities.

He understands that things are not simple and there are many unknown factors to consider.

At this moment, Jiang Mingyu felt someone was observing him.

His eyes instantly locked on King Qi who was sitting upright on the horse, and he noticed something strange in King Qi's eyes: "Master Jiang, what are you muttering about?"

There was a hint of joking in King Qi's tone.

Jiang Mingyu smiled slightly, but he did not reveal his inner speculation: "Aren't you scared out of your mind at the thought of your head falling to the ground?"

There was a hint of indifference in his tone, as if he was already mentally prepared for the truth that was about to be revealed.

King Qi suddenly showed a trace of ridicule: "You will not survive if you do something wrong. If you had known about this, why did you do it in the first place?"

His tone was full of disdain and ridicule, and he seemed to be full of gloating about Jiang Mingyu's misfortune.

Jiang Mingyu remained silent, knowing that he was already behind bars and could not escape this situation.

After burning the incense, the house of Kuzhu's family was vaguely visible. It was dilapidated and shabby, with peeling walls, loose doors and windows, and a faint smell of soot.

Jiang Mingyu had an unknown premonition in his heart. There seemed to be some potential connection between this simple environment and the strangeness of the case.

"Here we are, Mr. Jiang." King Qi sneered, "Go in and see your 'masterpiece'."

Jiang Mingyu knew that the "masterpiece" mentioned by King Qi was a mockery of the deceased, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that King Qi had no intention of enforcing the law impartially, and just wanted to use this to get rid of his henchman.

There was no one in the house, and the body of the deceased lay quietly in the house, with black stains from soot on the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Mingyu examined this simple house in detail. The remaining coal in the brazier was only half burned, there were water stains on the ground, and the windows were very dusty... These signs all revealed something fishy.

King Qi said with a smile: "I'll give you half an hour to think about it and decide how to plead guilty." After that, he led the people out of the house, leaving Jiang Mingyu alone in this cold room.

The door slammed shut, and Jiang Mingyu was the only one left in the room.

He stood quietly in the center of the room, staring at everything around him.

The dusty windows and dimly lit corners outline an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.

Half an hour passed, and a knock on the door came as promised, rudely and impatiently: "Master Jiang, haven't you seen enough?" There was a sense of oppression in this voice that could not be ignored.

Jiang Mingyu slowly opened the door, and the King of Qi in front of him had a joking face.

He sneered: "After thinking about it for so long, have you found an excuse that can get you off the hook?" These words were full of provocation and ridicule.

The corner of Jiang Mingyu's mouth curled up slightly: "Something has been gained." There was a hint of confidence and disdain in his tone, as if he had found the key to overturning the situation.

King Qi sneered again: "Jiang Mingyu, how can I tolerate your nonsense in front of a life-threatening lawsuit?"

His tone was full of disbelief and threats, as if he didn't believe Jiang Mingyu's excuse.

Jiang Mingyu shook his head gently: "Don't worry, there's more." There was a faint smile in his tone, as if he already had a further plan in mind.

After saying that, he took King Qi's hand and walked straight into the house.

Everyone followed closely behind, and the room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Jiang Mingyu stared at the room, looking for more clues.

After a moment, his eyes stopped on the dusty window.

His eyes shone sharply, and he noticed something unusual.

It was winter now and the windows were closed, but he found a clear handprint in the dust on the window frame. The handprint was clearly visible, as if it had been left just now.

Jiang Mingyu stroked his chin and frowned slightly: "The mistress said that she was working outside the house when the accident happened, and the murderer must have entered and exited through the window."

There was an alertness and calmness in his tone, and he seemed to be close to the truth.

He resolutely opened the window, and the cold wind swept in. At the same time, a strip of light blue cloth was blown into Jiang Mingyu's sight by the cold wind.

He accurately grasped the piece of cloth, and the water stains left on it told something.

Jiang Mingyu sneered: "As expected." His tone revealed a thoughtfulness and certainty, as if he had obtained conclusive evidence.

"Madefak, do you think you can get away with it this way?" Jiang Mingyu suddenly turned to Madefak, with a coldness and warning in his voice.

Madfak rolled his eyes: "What do you want?" His tone was full of disdain and provocation.

Jiang Mingyu smiled faintly: "You have always hated me, right? You are resentful because of Xia Duo's death."

There was a kind of reasoning and speculation in his voice, as if he had solved a huge conspiracy.

When mentioning Xia Duo, Madefak was furious: "So what?" His tone was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and he seemed to be full of suppressed emotions about Jiang Mingyu's revelation.

Jiang Mingyu shook his head calmly: "So you killed that man and put the blame on me?"

There was a firmness and criticism in his tone, as if he had found a corner of the truth.

"What crime should Madfak deserve for so disregarding human life?"

Jiang Mingyu's voice was full of accusation and determination, and it seemed that he had already made a conclusion on Madefak's crime.

His words stunned everyone present.

Madfak's expression changed and he roared: "Fart, what evidence do you have? You are telling lies in broad daylight!"

Jiang Mingyu took out the piece of cloth that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom from his sleeve.

He raised his hand and tapped the hem of Madfak's red-edged robe, and said sarcastically: "Is this the one you accidentally tore when you got caught in the window lattice when you climbed over the window in a hurry?"

Madefak could not hide his panic, clenching his hands and looking uncertainly.

Only then did he realize that there was an inconspicuous damage on the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Mingyu didn't give him a chance to breathe. He squatted down, pressed the cloth strip in his hand to the tear in Madefak's robe, and compared it carefully.

I saw that the length, color, and edge of the piece of cloth all matched surprisingly well with the damaged area of ​​the trimmed robe.

"What, it's perfect, right?" Jiang Mingyu raised his eyes and looked at Madefak, his tone was calm and full of mockery.

Madfak's face turned pale and he was sweating like rain.

He said a little incoherently: "This alone is not enough to prove that I am the murderer... The imperial envoy, please don't spit on others!"

"Hmph, don't worry." Jiang Mingyu stood up, "There will be more evidence next."

King Qi, who was watching from the side, also looked pale, with a chill rising in his heart.

He never expected that Jiang Mingyu could find such incriminating evidence in such a simple environment, and he regretted his trip for a while.

Jiang Mingyu was calm and composed, not afraid of the changes in the attitudes of the two men.

He strolled to the window, pointed to a clear fingerprint on the window lattice and said, "Master Captain, is this your fingerprint?"

Madfak's pupils shrank suddenly and shouted: "No...no...not my fingerprints."

"Whether it is yes or not, you will know once you try it!" After saying that, he took Madefak's hand and pressed it on, and it was also a perfect fit!

Jiang Mingyu looked at the pale-faced Madefak and sneered: "Master Captain, what else do you have to argue with now? Don't tell me that you climbed in through the window when you were bored.

For shopping.”

Madfak was completely desperate and his face was as gray as a dead man.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute Mr. Jiang's ironclad evidence.

At this time, the already panicked King Qi quickly adjusted his expression and said hypocritically: "Ma Duwei, I never expected that it was you, a confidant, who was committing the murder in secret! As a lieutenant in the army, you actually did something for me.

To cause death due to personal grudges and to frame Zhongliang is a crime worthy of death!"

With a change of tone, King Qi said again: "In this case, I will establish a new military law today and kill you as a warning to others!" After saying this, he suddenly pulled out his saber from his waist and was about to kill Madefak.

This sudden turn of events caught Madefak off guard.

Before he could say a complete sentence, he saw a flash of cold light, and King Qi's long sword was in front of him.
Chapter completed!