usatvline Chapter 157: Zhao Mansion on Fire
Chapter 157: Zhao Mansion on Fire
Before I even reached the street corner, the noise from the other end was deafening.
"What crime has Lord Zhao committed?"
"What? Which Lord Zhao are you talking about?"
"This Zhao Mansion that has been talked about so much lately...how many Lord Zhaos are there?"
"Hey, what happened again? Isn't this Lord Zhao gone?"
"Of course something happened. Their house caught fire, and the Kyoto officials are still trying to put it out."
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Gu Qingyun and Xin Hai were both startled when they heard the conversation between passers-by, and then they ran quickly.
What a hell.
By the time the two arrived at Zhao's house, the fire had basically been put out. The entire house was almost burned to charcoal, beyond recognition, and it was difficult to find the truth.
At this time, all the women in the Zhao family were standing at the door, crying as they had done in the past few days.
"Sir Shaoqing, I know that you have a distinguished family background, a high position, and are respected by everyone. You don't care about people like us from a small family. But even if you don't care, you wouldn't let people burn down the house where the master was killed, right? You...you...you are a beast in human form, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu." Madam Zhao cried until she was hoarse, and her words were full of offensiveness.
"What's going on?" Gu Qingyun was helpless and pulled the clerk beside him to ask.
"It was shift change time, and we were just about to do so when suddenly a fire broke out. I was afraid of hurting anyone, so I drove everyone out of the yard and only left us behind. But the fire was too big, and it didn't take long... the whole room was burned down." The clerk spoke in a soft voice, as if he was really afraid of something.
Gu Qingyun pinched his shoulders and asked, "Why is there such a big fire for no reason?"
"I...I don't know, Lord Shaoqing, we are guarding here every day. No one is allowed to enter this room except Madam Zhao." The clerk was trembling with fear.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhao stopped crying when she heard this. She stood up and asked, "What do you think I did? This is my husband. What could I do?"
"Mrs. Zhao, please be patient. Our clerk from the Dali Temple is only relaying what he saw. Please don't punish him." After Gu Qingyun finished speaking, he gave the clerk a wink, and the clerk left quickly.
"Hmph! In short, you must give me an explanation today, otherwise vacate my mansion. Since I can't find anything, I won't count on you anymore." Mrs. Zhao glared at Gu Qingyun fiercely and led everyone out of the backyard.
Zhao Huaiqing saw Madam Zhao leave, and then he took out the ointment and said, "Sir Shaoqing, this may be one of the reasons for the fire."
"Hmm?" Gu Qingyun took the ointment and smelled it.
It contains normal women's fragrance, and there is no difference.
"We all know that oil is one of the most flammable objects, but if such a large house is poured with oil, the clerk outside will definitely be able to smell it... So this person used ointment, which also contains a lot of flammable substances, and the smell is amazing. He smeared it on the wood carvings and sprinkled a layer of oil in the house. We would think that this person had just left not long ago, but in fact he may have smeared several bottles of ointment in the house, and then spread oil before he set fire. It will not be discovered by anyone, and it can burn quickly." As soon as Zhao Huaiqing finished speaking, Wu Huan took out two thin pieces of paper.
"One of these two pieces of paper is dipped in ointment, and the other is not." As he said this, he used a tinder to light the two pieces of paper. Sure enough, the piece of paper dipped in ointment burned quickly and cleanly.
And after burning, the smell of the ointment becomes stronger.
"The arsonist chose to do it during the shift change, which means that the fire had been burning in the house for some time before it was discovered. Moreover, this person probably knows when we change shifts every day, and is most likely someone in the mansion." Wu Huan said, looking at the extinguished flames.
"I already know who the murderer is." Gu Qingyun said lightly.
"What?" Wu Huan and Zhao Huaiqing looked at Gu Qingyun in surprise. Why were they still analyzing, but Gu Qingyun already knew who the murderer was?
"All the people who came just now were wearing pajamas and had unkempt hair and dirty faces. Only one person had changed into brand new clothes and shoes and socks." Gu Qingyun frowned as he recalled the past.
"It's not strange that he changed his shoes and socks, but he changed into new shoes and socks and clothes at this time... If there was a fire at home, there would be no time to do these things. Maybe his clothes were stained with the ointment. We just need to find his changed clothes now. Moreover, this man's figure from behind is very similar to Lord Zhao. If you look up from the perspective of a child, his beard is exactly the same as Lord Zhao's."
"Who...is he?" Wu Huan thought about those faces, feeling a little uncertain.
"The Zhao family hired a teacher a few years ago, Mr. Ji." As soon as Gu Qingyun finished speaking, Xinhai came back carrying Mr. Ji and a pile of clothes.
As soon as Mr. Ji was put down, he hurriedly adjusted his clothes, as if he was very concerned about his appearance. "Sir Shaoqing, what are you doing? Although I am only a juren, I have a reputation after all. Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the emperor for treating me like this?"
Gu Qingyun grinned maliciously, "You are going to die soon, why do you care about your appearance?"
"Sir Shaoqing, what do you mean by this?" Mr. Ji seemed to care less about his life or death and more about his appearance. He frowned and continued to pull the corner of his clothes straight.
"I say, you killed Lord Zhao and set fire to the Zhao Mansion. Pack up and come with us." Gu Qingyun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and wanted to stand up and go back to the Dali Temple for retrial.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Ji bounced back and moved three meters away. "Master Shaoqing, are you trying to find someone to take the blame because you can't find the murderer?"
"That's not the case... See, the clothes Xinhai is holding in his hand are the ones you just took off." Gu Qingyun pointed at the clothes.
"So what? I usually like to be clean, and it's normal for me to change clothes three or four times a day. Do you think I killed someone just because I changed my clothes?" Mr. Ji said calmly.
"Alas, this perfume smells exactly the same as the one on your clothes. This perfume was the last one we smelled in the fire scene before the fire. You can still smell it now. I wonder how many boxes of perfume Mr. Ji used." Gu Qingyun looked at him and obviously didn't want to waste time talking to him.
"Anyone can buy this ointment. I like the smell, so why can't I buy it?" Mr. Ji looked at Gu Qingyun stubbornly, but guilt was already welling up in his eyes.
"I'm not saying that this ointment cannot be bought. There was a strong smell of ointment before the fire, and you immediately changed out of this set of clothes after the fire. If you still think that the information is not enough, then you look down. The shoes and socks on your feet are brand new, so where did the previous pair of shoes and socks go?" Gu Qingyun looked at him with a smile.