Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Cheng Ling stayed a little longer next to Zhang Yun's body, causing Tong Huaizhong to ask: "Mr. Cheng, have you discovered anything?"

There is no discovery, but there is one in the collection, but can this be said?

Cheng Ling calmly retracted his hand, took another look at Zhang Yun's body, and suddenly said, "No one will change Zhang Yun's clothes, right?"

This question was a bit abrupt, and Tong Huaizhong was stunned for a moment before he realized that Cheng Ling was probably asking whether Zhang Yun had been asked to change his clothes during the autopsy.

Tong Huaizhong said: "Of course not."

Zhang Yun died of homicide. In order to preserve more information about him during the autopsy, how could he change his clothes?

Cheng Ling said: "It seems that Zhang Yun was neatly dressed when he died, and that time should be the beginning of Mao Shi, or perhaps not yet Mao Shi. So early, Zhang Yun was sitting in his room neatly dressed. He Did you get up so early?"

As soon as this question was raised, Zhang's father immediately exclaimed: "No! Although my son studies hard, the days are long in summer, so he only has to get up at 4 o'clock. Now that the weather is getting colder, he usually has to go to school at least He won't get up until three o'clock in the morning."

Therefore, it seems strange that Zhang Yun got up so early.

Cheng Ling asked again: "When Brother Zhang got up, did he call the servants? Did he hold the lamp?"

This... Zhang's father said lowly: "No."

Several detectives were suddenly thoughtful until Mr. Lu reminded him that the next person who checked the palm prints could come forward.

Yes, all the speculations and traces are not as solid proof as this palm print.

Luo You straightened his back, stood up on his own initiative, stepped forward and said, "This time it's up to me."

He stood up, and the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became inexplicably tense.

Luo You came to Zhang Yun's body and squatted down, stretching out his left palm.

Everyone present held their breath and stared at him.

Luo You's hand paused, and after a moment, he finally pressed his palm down——

Perfect fit!

Yes, Luo You's palm matched the palm print on Zhang Yun's corpse, and they were a perfect match!

The scene was completely silent. I don’t know how long it had been, or maybe it was just a moment. Father Zhang suddenly shouted: "It was you, it was you who killed my son!"

Zhang's father rushed forward in hatred. With quick eyesight and quick hands, Captain Lu grabbed him and shouted: "Calm down!"

Who the hell can calm down?

Father Zhang struggled violently, raised his foot and even kicked the vital point between Captain Lu's legs. Captain Lu was so frightened that he quickly let go, and Father Zhang rushed to Luo You and pushed him hard.

Luo You fell into an unbelievable state of shock, and had the ominous feeling of a drowning person being tied to a boulder, so his whole body kept sinking, unable to come up no matter how hard he floated.

This feeling made him unprepared, so much so that although his martial arts skills were not weak, Father Zhang actually pushed him so hard that he fell to the ground on the spot, and his entire upper body even continued to lean backwards.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

Several detectives rushed to rescue Luo You, and Wang Yun even ran over to pull Zhang's father away.

But one student grabbed Wang Yun instead and said, "Brother Wang, if Brother Luo is really the murderer, what if he lets Uncle Zhang vent his anger? Brother Zhang died so tragically..."

"Fuck you!" Wang Yun pushed the man away, "Shuzi, villain! To add insult to injury, why do you say that Brother Luo is the murderer? Does it mean he must be the murderer just because he has a palm print? What kind of person is Brother Luo? What does he do? Are you going to kill Zhang Yun?"

Yes, Luo You had no reason to do this.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the porch outside the room and said, "I, I may know why Luo Jinglun wanted to kill Zhang Yun."

This voice was a little weak, but once it appeared, it was like a thunderbolt floating on a sunny day, instantly stopping the chaos in the room.

In the room, Luo You fell to the ground, Zhang's father turned his head, and Wang Yun and others stopped moving.

Mr. Lu suddenly turned around and asked, "Yan Fei, it's you! Why does Brother Luo want to kill Zhang Yun? What do you know?"

The student who suddenly spoke up was named Yan Fei. He was usually gentle and silent, and didn't like to talk much. However, he was quite popular among his classmates, because silent people tend to be more stable and trustworthy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone paid attention.

Yan Fei's face showed a hint of pain and struggle. After a moment, he whispered: "Two days ago, I overheard Zhang Yun talking to the boy. From this, I learned that Zhang Yun was in Zhaixing Tower last time. The song "Cicada" I wrote before was actually plagiarized from Luo Jinglun!"

These words were like another thunder, which stunned everyone.

Zhang Yun plagiarized! How serious a crime is this? For readers, this may be a greater horror that is more difficult to face than death!

After Zhang's father was stunned for a moment, he stood up and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you? You have slandered my son so much that everyone else has gone. Do you still want to leave a bad name behind him? You... are simply vicious !”

Zhang's mother was outside. When she heard these words, she immediately rushed over and started to cry and scold her.

A police officer quickly grabbed him, but Tong Huaizhong immediately stood up and said: "Yan Fei, you said you heard Zhang Yun talking to the boy. When and where? What was the specific content? Which boy was talking to Zhang Yun? Sis?"

As long as anything is said, it will be traced.

Yan Fei responded to Tong Huaizhong's questions with fluent answers. Every point is made clearly, and the more you explain it, the more convincing it becomes. Naturally, Zhang Yun's servant was also identified.

A Zhu, the servant, was waiting outside Zhang Yun's yard. He was Zhang Yun's personal servant, and among the many servants, he was also the most trusted by Zhang Yun.

After being brought to the courtyard, A-Zhu's legs and feet softened with a plop, and he knelt in front of everyone.

As soon as Tong Huaizhong asked, Ah Zhu turned pale, trembled his lips, and poured out all the words like beans from a bamboo tube.

"My husband learned Luo Jinglun's poems, but he didn't know that the poems were written by Luo Jinglun!"

"He just picked up a fragment of a poem on the ground, and then revised it and completed it. This, this...is not a crime worthy of death!"

"Lang Jun, he regretted it later... wu wu wu..."

Speaking of which, Ah Zhu finally couldn't help but defended Zhang Yun, and then cried sadly.

But no one paid attention to him anymore, and everyone's eyes fell on Luo You.

He had been helped up by Wang Yun and was now standing behind the crowd with a pale face. Everyone looked at him, and he brushed Wang Yun away, stepped forward, and said in a cold voice: "I wonder if it's my poem. Can anyone else copy it?"

A Zhu, who was wiping his tears, stopped crying immediately and lowered his head.

Luo You added: "If I say that although Zhang Yun copied my poems, I never killed him, would anyone believe it?"

Everyone looked at him, and Tong Huaizhong said in a difficult voice: "Master, of course we believe in you, but the current situation..."

Suddenly, Mr. Lu waved his dust fly and said: "There are all the witnesses and physical evidence. This is not a question of whether we believe it or not, but a question of the law of the Wei Dynasty. Do you really want to ignore it?"