Jiang Si carefully sorted out the key points.

The tragic death of Mrs. Yongchang, the husband sleeping next to him, the smell in the closet, the maid who committed suicide by drowning in water, and the room that burned paper money...

All this is like a mess, and when the target is not found along the identified road, people suddenly become confused.

But Jiang Si soon became firm in his mind.

No matter how deep the murderer hides, the smell of the hair cannot be removed. Since she has not found anyone with a smell of smell among these people, it only means that the person is not among these people.

Zhen Shicheng also thought of this.

In his opinion, as long as he has been to the scene, he will definitely leave traces, and there is no seamless murder.

Is that person not among these people?

Zhen Shicheng took out the roster from his sleeve and looked at it again. The roster clearly stated that there were 72 people in the back house.

There are only four masters in the Forte House, and the number of people who maintain the back of the Forte House is dozens of times. This number is only unusual in the House of Honor.

Zhen Shicheng recruited a subordinate and whispered a few words.

This subordinate is good at counting. After hearing Zhen Shicheng's instructions, his eyes quickly passed the crowd in the courtyard. After about a cup of tea, he attached to Zhen Shicheng's ear and said: "My lord, not counting Yongchang and others, there are seven ten people."

Zhen Shicheng's eyes tightened.

Two people are missing!

Jiang Si saw Zhen Shicheng's expression change. Although she didn't know what happened, she knew that there should be a discovery, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it and could only wait for Master Zhen to reveal the answer.

"Just take care of things, the officer asks again, are all the people in the backyard here?"

The steward was a little nervous by Zhen Shicheng's seriousness, and he looked nervous and said: "It's all here."

They counted several of these people several times, and even the ones who had taken leave were called back. Could it be that something went wrong?

Zhen Shicheng sneered while filming the cover of the roster: "There are 72 people on the roster, but only 70 people came. Where did the other two go?"

The steward was questioned for a moment.

Zhen Shicheng didn't give the manager a chance to ponder, and shouted: "If you are missing two people but you don't know it, are you hiding the murderer?"

The manager turned his face pale with fright, and hurriedly said: "My lord, I'm wronged. Give the villain a hundred courage and dare not shield the murderer!"

"Then tell me, who are these two young men?"

The manager couldn't help looking at a woman.

The woman is in charge of the backyard, she is considered to be an internal steward. When she was in charge, she was all sweaty and hurriedly said: "My lord, the people from all the backyards in the back house are here, but there are two people left in the inner kitchen. ——"

"There are two people left in the inner kitchen?" Zhen Shicheng heard a move in his heart, his face was extremely serious, "This official has repeatedly emphasized that everyone should come here, why don't you say that two people are left?"

The lady in charge turned pale with fright: "My lord, the old slave didn't deliberately conceal it. How can the inner kitchen leave people? You have to prepare food and drink for the masters, and prepare things for the madam to worship... The inner kitchen originally has Six people, leaving only two is the least."

"Fuzzy, don't call those two people over yet!" Uncle Yong Chang was furious when he heard the lady in charge mentioned his wife.

At this time, these **** are still thinking about eating and drinking.

Uncle Yong Chang had forgotten that for these servants, serving the master of a mansion was the most important thing.

It doesn't matter if the ground is dirty for a while, and no one cleans it. If the master is thirsty and hungry but can't bring the food in time, the errand will be lost, especially when the master is in a bad mood.

The stewards are also human beings. In order to avoid this situation, two honest workers are left to work in the kitchen. I don't think this will affect the investigation.

When it was not too much, two women were brought over.

One of them was a middle-aged woman, wearing a blue cloth dress, her hair neatly combed, and wrapped in a cloth towel of the same color, looking neat and tidy. The other person was a little maid, and his body was dusty, and almost always burned.

The two were brought to Zhen Shicheng. The middle-aged woman stood quietly with her hands down. The little maid was obviously panicked, her hands clasped and kept stirring, and she seemed to cry at any time.

Zhen Shicheng only glanced at the little maid, and his attention fell on the middle-aged woman.

The woman's age matched the blood coat she replaced.

Although the murderer can do the opposite and deliberately wear clothes that do not fit his identity, this seems cautious, but it is actually unwise.

For example, a middle-aged woman walking in the courtyard wearing a teenage girl's dress and being bumped by someone is equivalent to telling others that she has a problem.

The best cover is to be yourself.

Zhen Shicheng looked at the woman without a word.

In such tense silence, Jiang seemed to walk behind without a trace, and approached the woman.

Although the woman was wearing a headscarf, Jiang Si was not only born with a good sense of smell, she also learned different arts from Elder Wumiao, and strengthened her ability in this area. As she concentrated and held her breath, she quickly smelled the silk No smell.

Jiang Si's eyes lit up and nodded imperceptibly to Zhen Shicheng.

Zhen Shicheng's heart suddenly let go.

Once the murderer is determined, it is not difficult to pry open his mouth.

Zhen Shicheng winked at one of his subordinates, who immediately leaned forward.

"Quietly let someone lead you to this woman's residence to search for anything abnormal, especially pay attention to the smelling things and the shoes that you have replaced."

"Yes." The subordinate replied in a low voice and quietly withdrew.

There were so many people in the courtyard, and soon after he retired, he was blocked by others, and no one noticed his whereabouts.

"What do you do in the inner kitchen?" Zhen Shicheng asked.

"The little woman makes desserts," the woman said.

"The maidservant, the maidservant is a girl who burns fire." The little maid said tremblingly.

Zhen Shicheng took the canteen handed over by the Ya Ya drank a sip to moisturize his throat, and then asked, "Why are you two staying?"

This time, the little maid answered first: "You need a maid to set the fire."

In the eyes of the little maid, it is only natural to keep people in the kitchen to burn.

Zhen Shicheng's eyes stopped on the woman's face: "Then what about you? There are six people in the kitchen. Why do you leave behind the chef who makes desserts?"

Desserts are just decorations after a meal, leaving the chef who made desserts a bit unreasonable.

The woman replied: "The masters like the desserts made by the little women, and the eldest girls often order people to serve snowflake cakes."

Upon hearing the three words "snow cake", Jiang Si suddenly changed her face.

Just yesterday, when she came to Yongchang Bo's House as a guest, Xie Qingyao specially invited her to eat snowflake cakes and was full of praise for the cook.

Thinking of this, Jiang Si's inspiration flashed, and another question came to mind: "Are you new here?"

In the spring, Yongchang Bo's Mansion hosted a flower appreciation banquet. She was not born again at that time, and she never tasted the soft and sweet snowflake cake when she went to the banquet.

She understands her friend, Xie Qingyao is a temperament who has good things and is willing to share with others. If the cook was there at the time, there is no reason not to take out snowflake cakes to entertain the guests.

Guan Shi looked at Jiang-like eyes and was surprised: "The damselfly came to the mansion for three months."