“In that case, we can roughly conclude that Bei Yutang and I didn’t have time to commit the crime, and as for the others who appeared later, they didn’t have time to commit the crime either. After all, to drain a person’s blood, arrange their body in a certain way, and return to the castle without anyone noticing, it would take at least fifteen minutes round trip.” Dr. Zhang rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
Feng Qing spoke up: “What if someone is lying?”
Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze fell on Yan Jin, who looked at Feng Qing with disbelief.
“What do you mean? You actually suspect me of being the murderer?” Yan Jin glared angrily.
Feng Qing ignored his anger and said leisurely, “Dr. Zhang’s deduction was based on the premise that you weren’t lying, but what if you were?”
“Why would I lie?!” Yan Jin was furious.
“Are you just angry because I hit a nerve?” Feng Qing asked with a smile.
“You…you…” Yan Jin trembled with anger.
“What Feng Qing said isn’t without merit.” Li Mengmeng said.
“After all, you have no witnesses to corroborate your claims.”
Just then, Ah Hua, who had been silent until now, spoke up: “I can testify that Mr. Yan is not lying.”
All eyes turned to Ah Hua.
“This morning in the dining room, I heard the sound of a door opening and someone leaving, followed immediately by Mr. Yan and Old Mr. Huang greeting each other.”
Yan Jin immediately raised an eyebrow triumphantly, looking at Feng Qing provocatively.
“Now you hear that, right? I wasn’t lying. It’s some people who are deliberately trying to confuse the issue; I don’t know what their intentions are. In my opinion, you’re the murderer.”
Feng Qing immediately flew into a rage: “Say that again if you dare!”
Unfazed by his roar, Yan Jin calmly said, “Are you just angry because I hit a nerve?”
Yan Jin retaliated against Feng Qing’s earlier words, infuriating him.
Butler Sen and Dr. Zhang immediately stopped the two men from coming to blows.
“Both of you, calm down. At this time, we should unite.” Butler Sen said, trying to mediate.
Gongsun Mingyue chuckled: “In my opinion, Yan Jin’s words aren’t entirely without merit. After all, some people have argued with Old Mr. Huang. They might hold a grudge and try to kill him.”
“You’re spouting nonsense!” Feng Qing’s eyes reddened, his gaze fixed on Gongsun Mingyue with murderous intent.
“Spouting nonsense? Heh, have you noticed the biggest difference between Ke Hongyu and Old Mr. Huang?” Gongsun Mingyue calmly surveyed the crowd.
Bei Yutang understood what she was trying to say: “The biggest difference between the two is that one has no wounds, while Old Mr. Huang’s body is covered in them. Those wounds look like the work of a wild animal, but I don’t think so. Those wounds seem more like deliberate revenge. The murderer must have harbored extreme hatred for Old Mr. Huang, hence the gruesome state of his body.”
Gongsun Mingyue raised an eyebrow at Bei Yutang, seemingly surprised by her words.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who noticed. Just as Bei Yutang said, the murderer harbored hatred for Old Mr. Huang, somewhat like venting or seeking revenge. Among our group, you are the only one who had a conflict with Old Mr. Huang. Isn’t it reasonable to suspect you as the murderer?”
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