Chapter 113 Suspected sinuses

Feng Junyang carefully checked the scene in the detective's office for fear of missing key clues. On the riverside, the big man of the detective found that he was "unprofessional is unprofessional", but he had to show them professionally!

The detective's office was neat and clean, and there was no trace of fighting. Ma Shiqing was killed when he checked the case in the morning. Feng Junyang saw that there was a reception desk on the first floor. If a stranger entered the detective office, he would definitely pass through the reception desk before he could see Ma Shiqing. So, it was an acquaintance of Ma Shiqing who came to the detective's office in the morning, or someone who had an appointment the first day.

Ma Shiqing received acquaintances in the detective's office. At the scene, there were indeed two chairs on both sides of Ma Shiqing's large desk, close to the table, and there were indeed two glasses of water on the table! Feng Junyang was a little surprised that he ignored such obvious evidence!

There is only half a glass of water in front of Ma Shiqing. The water glass on the right side of his table is full of water, as if he hasn't moved his mouth.

The gains from the scene are as follows: First, Ma Shiqing's seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes fell out, and there was a gunshot wound on his forehead. Second, there was no trace of fighting at the scene. Third, there are two glasses of water on the table. Fourth, a small injection fell from Ma Shiqing's body.

Other than that, he can no longer find any meaningful clues. It seems that he is still unprofessional...

Ma Ben told that he wanted to take Ma Shiqing out. Feng Junyang saw Ma Shiqing's tragic appearance and would increase Ma Ben's sadness. Moreover, he did not have that much ability to let himself squat down from the toilet with Ma Shiqing on his back. It's better to go out and explain the situation to Ma Ben and make a final determination.

Before leaving, Feng Junyang inadvertently glanced at the case in front of Ma Shiqing. It didn't matter. He saw his name!

I saw the case on this page: Feng Junyang killed the Changbai draft, the person who reported the case, Changchun. The time of the report was yesterday. Fuck! Feng Junyang couldn't help scolding. What a villain to sue first. I didn't sue you for setting fire and poisoning you, but you bit me instead! He looked at the content of the report angrily: Feng Junyang poisoned the purple clothes of the purple bamboo forest and harmed the people. Chang Baicao went all out to the treatment work and was hated by Feng Junyang. Yu Chang Baicao returned home * He was killed...

It's strange why Changchun went to Ma Shiqing's detective report the case? According to his own judgment, Ma Shiqing is not a good detective at all. He just thinks about a lot of money, thinking about getting promoted and getting rich, and mistakenly arresting himself as a tomb robber is an iron fact. So Changchun still came all the way here to report the case?

A sound of firecrackers suddenly occurred outside. After the sound of firecrackers, Feng Junyang heard a loud noise, and a particularly sharp voice: "I just want to see my father off!" Let's take a look and see what the world is like! Why can you go in? I can't go in as a family member! No, I also want to go in with you to see my father!"

It's Ma Ben's voice. He is reminding himself that it's time to retreat! Someone is coming in.

"No! You won't let me in unless you step over me!" Ma Ben shouted hoarsely, and Feng Junyang hurriedly withdrew from the detective's office. Ma Ben is now procrastinating time for himself. He hurried downstairs and just ran into the toilet. There was a loud noise behind him, and the courtyard was opened! It was so close that he didn't have time to take a look. He didn't care about the dirtyness of the pit and jumped down.

Returning to the basement of the Longfeng Inn along the original road, Feng Junyang was exhausted. He couldn't wait to fall on the haystack and sleep, but he had to clean it up immediately. Ma Ben would come and meet him. Ma Ben may have more things he needed to help with.

He went up to the second floor of the inn. He was the only one who was lonely. Long Fei's room was next to Fengwu and there was no lock. Feng Junyang went in to find clean clothes and then went to the first floor to take a shower.

Suddenly, he felt a little sad. As a guest of the Longfeng Inn, he gradually became familiar with the appearance of his master. At this time, the owner of the Longfeng Inn is uncertain and lives a wandering life.

After taking a shower, Wu Landuo and the two little Taoist priests did not come back, and Ma Ben did not come. Will he come from the underground passage or through the gate? It's noon. I don't know if I can still go to Ziyang City today?

Thinking about it, there was a knock on the door outside, and the horse ran.

He opened the door, and there was a man in white in front of him. His eyes were red and swollen. He bowed deeply to Feng Junyang and choked and said, "Brother Longfei, my father has unfortunately passed away. He will be buried early tomorrow morning. Please ask Brother Longfei to see him off tomorrow morning!"

"Come in and say, come in and say." Feng Junyang hurriedly pulled him in.

"I'm a person of Dai Xiao, and I'm afraid it's unlucky to come in."

"We are as close as a family. Don't be polite. Come in and talk." Feng Junyang pulled him in.

When the two went in, Feng Junyang turned around and closed the door and said with concern, "Ma Ben, how's it going?"

"Feng Junyang, thank you. Let's go upstairs and talk." Ma Ben wiped his tears and choked and said, "Now our detectives have become the focus of attention. They all look at me and how Ma Shiqing's only son faces this matter and how to deal with it. I feel very stressed. The above stipulates that he must be buried tomorrow, and now he has gone to the detective office to help my father enter the coffin... I haven't even seen him for the last time!"

"Have you gone in? Did you see anything? Ma Ben asked eagerly.

"Ma Ben, don't worry, speak slowly. I know you are in pain now, but you have to face everything with 120,000 points of spirit, because things may..." Feng Junyang stopped talking.

"You said that as long as it is about my father's case, I will face it calmly."

"Well, let me tell you, things may be complicated. Your father must have been killed by him!"

"Where can you tell? Tell me what you saw when you went in?"

"Your father's office is the second room on the second floor, the detective's office. He is wearing a dark blue coat today, with his work certificate in his pocket: Jianqing Detective Office, Ma Shiqing."

"Yes, my father's office is in the second room, and everyone in our detective agency has a work permit. But the dark blue coat is our uniform work clothes. Ma Ben stabilized his mood and answered calmly.

"The three people you sent along the river are black." Feng Junyang said.

"That's the bodyguard, all five bodyguards of the detective, to protect the safety of our detective house and the safety of witnesses and the families of victims if necessary." Ma Ben said, "This morning, a man who went to work earlier went to send materials to my father and found that he died."

"Is it convenient for that person to meet me now?" Feng Junyang said.

"That person is the staff of the reception desk on the first floor below. His name is Liu Ming. Because most of the time, our detective office is relatively deserted, and he works part-time to receive and manage materials. But he is now controlled by the top. Ma Ben said regretfully, "I didn't have time to see him."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Public Security Department in Ziyang City."

"The Public Security Department of Ziyang City? Did it startle them? Feng Junyang was surprised. The public security department of Ziyang City came to this town just for a small detective. It seems that Ma Shiqing's usual connections are good v! He said carefully to Ma Ben, "Ma Ben, your three bodyguards told me that the first person to enter your father's room found traces of fierce struggle in your father's office, but when I entered, I found that his office was orderly, the floor was spotless, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed neatly... There was a roll in front of him. The case..."

"No, do you think his office is neat and clean? That's wrong. My father is usually casual and casual. His office is usually messy. On the ground, you say it is spotless, but usually his floor is either a piece of paper or a cigarette. He never asked others to clean up, because he said that he could easily find the things he put at his disposal. Once Liu Ming cleaned up the pieces of paper on the ground and thought they were useless waste paper, so he threw them all away. As a result, my father was furious and squatted in the garbage heap and picked them up for two hours. That was the process of the case he recorded. Ma Ben couldn't help crying when talking about his father. He said sadly, "My father is such a person, so you said that his office is like that, unless someone cleaned up the scene after his death."

"So, is it true that Liu Ming saw the traces of fighting at the scene? It's just that someone cleaned it up after I went there. Also, he holds a gun in his right hand. There is a gunshot wound on the forehead..."

"No!" Ma Ben shook his head and said, "Father is used to using a gun with his left hand!" He is left-handed. He eats, writes and uses his left hand with a gun... illusion, an illusion created by others.

"There are two glasses of water on his table. His one is only half, and the other is full on his right side."

"He was receiving guests?" Ma Ben was a little surprised, "My father doesn't receive people in the morning. He always reads the case and analyzes the case. If he really has nothing to do, he will read books. His schedule is to receive guests in the afternoon, and he doesn't want to waste precious time in the morning. Moreover, the general reporters register on the first floor for inquiry, unless..."

"Unless what? Does this person know your father well or have an appointment on the first day?

"It's possible, unless the case is urgent. Moreover, my father is not only loose, but also doesn't know much about hospitality. I have never seen him drink tea with anyone. It's strange that there are two cups on his table! You don't know that the people in the detective agency secretly call my father an iron cock, with a hairless and strange personality!"

"Hey! It seems that the scenes I see are very different from what you usually know. Also, the page turned over in front of your father is about me. Feng Junyang said awkwardly, "I didn't expect that I was shocked to see my name in the case at that time."

"About you killing Chang Baicao? Why did they report the case here? You are not from Qianfo Town!" Ma Ben said curiously.

"Does your father usually know Chang Baicao? How is the relationship with his housekeeper Changchun? I think the case was reported in Changchun.

"My father has a strange personality and few friends. I guess he has met those two, but he must not be familiar with them." Ma Ben said with a blank face, and then he asked urgently, "Is there any other injury on his body?"

"There is no gunshot wound anywhere else, just one place on the forehead. But..." Feng Junyang didn't dare to say it for fear of stimulating the horse to run.

"What? You said, I can bear it!"

"He is bleeding, and his eyes... fell out... Ma Ben, Ma Ben!" Feng Junyang's face turned pale when he saw Ma Ben, as if he was going to faint.

"Dad, you died so miserably. I will definitely find the murderer and avenge you!" Ma Ben gritted his teeth and said, trembling all over and bursting into tears.

"Ma Ben, you need to calm down now. I haven't finished talking yet. Also, when I was checking whether he was injured, something fell from him, that's it." He handed over the small glass bottle.

"This seems to be an injection. You are a doctor. You should understand."

"There is no label on it, and I can't find it for a while. What about Xiao He? Feng Junyang asked, "If Xiao He is here, we can check what the ingredients are."

"Xiao He has been with me just now. Now he has gone back to his clinic. Someone has funded him and brought him a lot of medicines and utensils."

"Will it be purple?" Feng Junyang guessed, and he said with a wry smile, "In this world, maybe only Ziyi cares about him the most and loves him. He is really happy."

"Feng Junyang, don't think about those marginal things." Ma Ben comforted him in turn.

"No, I mean, if Ziyi is nearby, she can know the ingredients in this injection. Also, let me tell you, your father is bleeding, which may be poisoned.