After entering the West Courtyard, Mo Ziming walked slowly while observing the environment in the courtyard.

The yard is not big, but it is elegantly decorated.

The study room is located directly south of the yard, and is a separate large wing room.

All three sides of the house are solid walls, and the doors and windows are open in the south direction.

When he arrived outside the study door, Fang Meng stopped and looked at Mo Ziming and said, "Brother Mo, the situation was a bit strange at that time. The doors and windows of the study were locked from the inside."

"oh?"

Mo Ziming couldn't help but frowned.

"Since the doors and windows are all locked, how did you find out that something happened to Mr. Zhou?"

"This is the thing... According to the teacher's wife, the husband was in a bad mood that night, and seemed to be sulking, and seemed to be pretending to be something.

The teacher's wife asked repeatedly, but the husband thought she was talking too much and scolded her a few words.

Later, the gentleman drank a pot of wine alone and said he would go to the study to read..."

"etc!"

Hearing this, Mo Ziming couldn't help but interrupt.

"Brother Fang, does Mr. Zhou drink alcohol on weekdays? And how much does he drink?"

"Mr. likes to drink, but he is quite restrained on weekdays. He usually only drinks a few cups to make fun of, but he rarely drank a whole pot that night.

However, the teacher's wife said that the husband should not be drunk.

At that time, she was worried and personally sent the husband to the academy, saying that the husband's pace was still stable along the way and did not lose his composure."

"Well..." Mo Ziming nodded thoughtfully: "So, Mr. Zhou did have something to worry about that night."

Fang Meng nodded, "This is nothing suspicious, but I think it's not a hurdle that cannot be overcome. Why did Mr. choose to go to extremes?

Not to mention that the teacher’s wife doesn’t believe it, even we students can’t believe it.”

"Who discovered it first at that time? Under what circumstances did it be?"

"That's right. After the gentleman entered the study, there were two people waiting outside, one was the maid Xiaoshuang, and the other was the housekeeper Afu.

According to what the two of them said, the husband closed the windows shortly after entering the study.

The two of them didn't care about this, thinking that the master thought the wind was blowing in.

At the beginning of the hour of Hai, Afu suddenly heard a strange sound from the room, as if something was falling to the ground.

So Afu subconsciously walked to the door and called out a few times.

There was no response in the room.

Ah Fu felt something was wrong, so he took a few more photos of the door, but there was still no response in the room.

Now, Afu was a little panicked and ordered Xiaoshuang to call the old lady over. He called the master while slamming the door.

After no reply for a long time, Afu could only push the door hard, but found that even the door was locked.

As soon as he was anxious, he kicked the door open and rushed in.

As a result, when I entered the room, I was frightened to find that the master's feet were hanging from the ground in mid-air, and there was a chair lying on the ground beside him.

So, Afu yelled loudly and hurriedly put the gentleman down.

At this time, the owner and servants of the mansion rushed over one after another, but found that the gentleman had lost his breath..."

Hearing these words, Mo Ziming asked, "Is this what Afu and Xiaoshuang told me?"

"Well, because only he and the other one were present at that time. After the incident, the government sent someone to carefully check the scene, and also asked Afu, Xiaoshuang, and related people respectively, but found no doubts.

The teacher's wife insisted that the husband could not commit suicide, and that someone must have murdered him.

However, according to the government's investigation, no clues of homicide were found, and it was determined that it was suicide."

"Well, I'll check out the scene first."

"Brother Mo, please!"

Fang Meng took Mo Ziming into the study.

After entering, Mo Ziming raised his eyes and observed the environment inside.

Indeed, all three parties are walls, and the only import and exit are doors and windows.

No...and the roof.

Mo Ziming subconsciously looked up at the roof.

I glanced around and rejected the possibility of someone entering and leaving the roof.

Because the house is built quite sturdy, the roof tiles are very dense, and it is impossible for normal people to enter and exit without destroying their structure.

Unless it is a cultivator or a non-human.

But this possibility is slim.

"I wonder if Brother Mo has seen any doubts?"

Seeing Mo Ziming's focused expression, Fang Meng couldn't help asking.

Mo Ziming shook his head: "Not yet, but... I can conclude that Mr. Zhou must have committed suicide, but killed him!"

"Oh? I wonder what judgment did Brother Mo use?"

Mo Ziming thought for a while and said, "When I was paying homage to Mr. Zhou, I felt a faint resentment in the mourning hall."

Hearing this, Fang Meng was a little surprised: "Could Brother Mo also have a study of Taoism?"

"Haha, understand a little."

"Just..." Fang Meng shook his head and sighed: "Even so, this kind of metaphysical government does not recognize it. They only recognize evidence.

But judging from the current situation, it is undoubtedly difficult to find evidence."

"Brother Fang, there is nothing difficult in the world. I am afraid that no matter who is interested, nothing in the world can be traced.

In this way, let’s first assume that Mr. Zhou was killed by him.

Under such assumptions, Brother Fang can think carefully about who is the most likely murderer?”

"This..." Fang Meng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "It's really hard to guess. After all, the young actor is not often with his husband, and he doesn't know much about his husband's affairs."

"No, Brother Fang may be a fan of the authorities.

Think about it, if Mr. Zhou killed him, it would be a nearly perfect murder case in a secret room. After all, even the government has considered him suicide.

If you want to do this, it cannot be done with a temporary idea. It must be carefully planned and you are well aware of Mr. Zhou’s whereabouts, daily routines and rules.

I think there shouldn’t be many such people, right?”

It really woke up the dreamer with one sentence.

Hearing Mo Ziming's words, Fang Meng couldn't help but exclaim: "Young Master Mo, what do you mean is that the murderer is..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped and walked to the door of the study and looked around.

Then he walked back and whispered: "Brother Zhaomo analyzed this, is the murderer a person from Zhou's mansion?"

"Ten thousand steps back, even if the people outside take action, the Zhou Mansion will definitely have internal responses."

Upon hearing this, Fang Meng pondered for a while and said, "Actually, several of us classmates are also suspicious of a person in private. If the gentleman is really harmed by others, then the most suspicious person is naturally Afu."

"It's normal for you to have this suspicion, but what about the motive for murder?

What benefits will he get in the end by taking such a great risk to kill his master?"

"It's not clear. Maybe... it's being ordered by someone?"

Fang Meng said a little uncertain.

"Or, we can also analyze from a different perspective. After Mr. Zhou's death, who will have the greatest benefits in this family?"

"Of course it's..."

Fang Meng said a few words, but stopped again.

"What's wrong with Brother Fang? What did you think of?"

"Oh!" Fang Meng sighed: "The situation is a bit complicated..."

After hearing Fang Meng introduce the situation of the Zhou family, Mo Ziming couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Zhou Zhongxin has a son and a daughter, his elder brother Zhou Wenyuan and his younger sister Zhou Ruoruo.

However, Zhou Wenyuan is not his biological child.

Zhou Zhongxin got married for several years, but his wife never got pregnant.

It happened that a cousin of the same clan died of illness, leaving behind a two-year-old child unattended.

Seeing that the child was pretty and beautiful, and with the same clan and genitals, Zhou Zhongxin took the initiative to adopt the child and raised it as his biological son.

Later, perhaps God opened his eyes, and the couple finally had their own biological child, namely Zhou Ruoruo.
To be continued...