When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

As the bones were arranged in order, the skull was placed in the corresponding position.

Whether it is the brown color of the bones or the depth of the scars on the forehead of the skull and on the bones caused by sharp weapons, they all match exactly.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Chang Feizhang couldn't hide his fear and asked, "Lin Lezhi, this... this corpse was found in Wu Sanshan's basement, why did this skull appear here?"

"Oh...it should be brought here by Wu Sanshan."

Lin Lezhi was looking at the leaves in the coffin, thinking about something, so when he heard Chang Feizhang's question, he just said whatever came to his mind and responded somewhat carelessly.

"Should?" Chang Feizhang coughed a few times, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said nervously and slightly seriously: "Lin Lezhi, this is about the case and it is not a joke. You can't just say it casually."

"Mr. Lin, what you said was not just a casual remark, right, Mr. Lin?" Jiang Lian'an came to the rescue of Lin Lezhi.

After hearing what Jiang Lian'an said, Lin Lezhi came back to his senses, looked at Chang Feizhang and said, "Detective Jiang Gui is right. This skull should have been brought to the lake island by Wu Sanshan. I said should because I am not sure whether this skull was placed here by Wu Sanshan."

"What is and what is not? Speak clearly." Hong Mingxu was obviously a little impatient.

"Yesterday morning, we went to the home of village chief Wang Hewei to find out the whereabouts of Wu Sanshan."

Lin Lezhi glanced at Qiao Ying behind Jiang Lian'an and continued, "Village Chief Wang told us that Wu Sanshan went out to look for the Three Soul Grass in order to find Qiao Ying's one soul and two spirits. He said that he was holding a small bag in his hand when he left."

Chang Feizhang asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Of course there's nothing wrong with bringing a bag when going out, but Wu Sanshan has been out for two months and hasn't returned home. Moreover, he went out to look for herbs. Even if he didn't bring a change of clothes, he should at least bring some handy tools. Isn't it too little to just bring a small bag?"

"This……"

"When Village Chief Wang was talking about the size of the bundle, he gestured like this." Lin Lezhi gestured the size of the bundle with his hands.

It is about the size of three palms and oval in shape.

Chang Feizhang also compared between his hands, looked at the skull on the ground, and said in panic: "This...isn't this the size of this skull?"

Liu Yunhe, who was standing nearby, suddenly realized, "No wonder you wanted to borrow my hand for comparison just now, so this is the case."

"So when Village Chief Wang said that Wu Sanshan only brought a small bag when he went out, Master Lin had already discovered this suspicious point." Jiang Lian'an looked at Lin Lezhi with admiration in his eyes.

Jiang Lian'an's words were equivalent to providing evidence for what Lin Lezhi said. With the facts in front of them, everyone was more convinced of Lin Lezhi's inference.

"No, I just thought it was strange at the time and didn't think much about it. After all, no one knows where Wu Sanshan went after he disappeared. It was only when I saw the skull that I thought of this possibility."

Hong Mingxu frowned and asked in a calm voice: "Then why do you say you should?"

"Wu Sanshan did take the skull out, but no one knows where he took it. The skull could have been left there by the murderer."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Su said with a gloomy look.

"General Cheng, when we saw the smoke from the letter by the lake, Wu Sanshan's body was already on the boat, but the smoke from the letter had just burned out."

When Lin Lezhi said this, he undoubtedly meant that the murderer was not far away.

The surrounding civilians and soldiers looked at the quiet village, all with fear on their faces.

Hong Mingxu lowered his eyes, looked at Cheng Su and asked, "The doors of the houses in this village are closed. Maybe the murderer is hiding in this village. Should we send someone to carefully check the courtyards in the village?"

"Check, except for the officers and soldiers in the army, all others will stay here and wait for orders. Before I come back, no one is allowed to enter the fire room or leave this yard."

After Cheng Su led his troops out, only the guarding soldiers and the civilians who came with them were left in the yard.

Chang Feizhang looked towards the door, and after making sure that Cheng Su and his group had gone far away, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then dared to drag his injured foot to sit aside, looking weak.

Seeing this, Qingchuan walked up to Chang Feizhang and bowed, saying, "County Magistrate Chang, it will take a while for General Cheng to come back after the search. I know a little bit about medicine, can I take a look?"

"Then it'll be hard work."

Chang Feizhang lifted the hem of his officer's uniform, stretched out his right foot and took off his officer's boots while enduring the pain. There were bloodstains on his socks, as well as yellow secretions.

Chang Feizhang pulled his socks down, and just as he pulled them down to the injured area, his brows furrowed and he took a breath of cold air.

Seeing Chang Feizhang like this, Qiao Ying squatted aside and watched curiously.

The pus flowing out of the wound has stuck to the cloth.

"Mr. Chang, please sit down. I will do it."

"Thank you."

Qingchuan carefully took off Chang Feizhang's socks.

The ankle was bruised and swollen, and the wound had begun to fester.

The night before, Chang Feizhang was injured by Hong Mingxu outside the tent by the lake and was limping. This morning, he was trampled by frightened and out-of-control citizens by the lake.

It is not easy to persist on this path.

"It seems that County Magistrate Chang's injury may have damaged his bones. He needs to rest and recuperate. He should not move around too much, otherwise he may become disabled."

When talking about disability, Zhou Yuanliang, who was standing in the corner, moved his disabled left leg slightly, with a look of loss in his eyes.

"It's okay, cough... cough!" Chang Feizhang coughed violently a few times, waved his hand weakly and said, "Just leave it alone. Anyway, I plan to resign after this case is over. It doesn't matter anymore."

"County Magistrate Chang still has a cough, but has he caught a cold recently?"

Chang Feizhang coughed a few times, sighed and said, "It was like this a few months ago. It must be because of my age that I can't do it anymore. Thank you for your concern. It's okay."

"Coughing is not a trivial matter. Adults need to pay more attention to it."

Qingchuan applied medicine to Chang Feizhang, wrapped the wound with a clean cloth, and then looked around and said, "Sir, please wait for me. I will go find some branches to fix it for you."

"Okay, thank you."

Qingchuan looked for a suitable branch within the range of movement, and Qiao Ying followed him curiously.

Zhou Yuanliang, who was originally leaning against the corner, limped over and handed the wood he had found to Qingchuan, and said shyly, "Sir, do you think these woods are okay?"

Qingchuan took the wood and tested its softness and hardness with his hands.

"It's just right. Thank you."

Qingchuan's eyes fell on Zhou Yuanliang's left leg.

Seeing Qingchuan's sight, Zhou Yuanliang's figure became a little awkward. His injured leg was clearly on the ground, but he seemed a little at a loss. Zhou Yuanliang smiled bitterly and said, "My leg... is all my fault for being too naughty when I was young. It has been injured for more than ten years and it can't be cured. So I don't want others to be disabled like me."

Qingchuan retracted his gaze and said apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's fine." Zhou Yuanliang waved his hands quickly. "Young Master is a doctor who saves lives. Naturally, he has patients in his eyes and is always thinking about them. This is the kindness of a doctor. I can understand it."

Zhou Yuanliang cheered up and said, "No... But don't look at me like this. I don't dare to boast about other things, but long-term illness makes a good doctor. I can be considered a half-expert in this area. Young master, it's not easy for you to handle it alone, so I'll help you."

"Thank you." Qingchuan nodded slightly.

Zhou Yuanliang tiptoed to Chang Feizhang's front, knelt down regardless of the dirt on the ground, and put Chang Feizhang's hands and feet on his legs.

Qiao Ying followed back, propped up her cheek, and squatted aside to watch.

"Ouch, what are you doing? It's inappropriate... inappropriate..."

Chang Feizhang obviously felt that this was inappropriate and wanted to pull his foot back.

"It's alright, County Magistrate Chang. County Magistrate Chang is thinking about the people, so it's only natural for me to do these things."

Hearing this, Chang Feizhang's eyes darkened, and he said with guilt in his eyes: "It was because of my mistakes that such a large number of casualties occurred. I am really not worthy of being this parent official."

"Sir, what are you talking about? The people of Qujiang County have lived and worked in peace and contentment during the years you have been here. Everyone is very grateful to you. This incident was committed by the murderer and has nothing to do with you, sir. As long as the murderer is caught, Qujiang County can return to its former state and avenge my father!"

Chang Feizhang took a deep breath and said with some regret: "He is a child who understands benevolence, righteousness and courtesy. If his leg hadn't been injured, he would definitely be able to do something."

Zhou Yuanliang's eyes wavered slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Your words are already a recognition of me. Come, put your feet down."

Lin Lezhi stood by the door, his eyes swept across the entire courtyard and finally landed on the fire room.

Not letting you in doesn’t mean you can’t see it.

There weren't many furnishings in the fire room, just ordinary household items, all covered with thick dust, and even inside the room there were a lot of weeds growing.

There was an exhaust window on one side of the wall, and the window pane was covered with cobwebs.

Lin Lezhi looked up again at the hole in the roof that faced the stove, and finally his sight stopped at the fire mouth of the earthen stove.

As the temperature of the burner gradually drops, most of the wax that flows out has solidified and turned into a milky white paste.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Lezhi stared at the wax on the ground and said calmly, "I was wondering why the murderer went to such great lengths to place the skull."