The pattern has been plated out, and he couldn't put it down." "But I didn't find the gourd at the scene. Instead, I saw it at your house. After all, you also like to raise grasshoppers. When you saw this gourd, you held hands with me.

It's not an exaggeration." Jiang Qiang said calmly. "You... you are so far-fetched, what's wrong with the gourd I keep for raising grasshoppers?" Jingtian argued.

"Yes, it's normal to have a similar gourd, but there is also a toad in the gourd that the deceased accidentally discovered last night, snoring at Qing'er. Is this also a coincidence?" Jiang Qiang's eyes seemed to penetrate the other person's chest.

.Looking at Qing'er snoringly? What the hell is that? Huzi and Anran, who didn't know much about raising grasshoppers, looked at Jiang Qiang curiously. "This... I raised this myself, what's wrong?"

"Jing Tian's pupils shrank, but he still argued forcefully. "Humph, raise it yourself? You think Qing'er is just a cabbage, can you raise it if you want?" Jiang Qiang continued: "Besides, in your home, I

I saw another crucial thing: the murder weapon!" "The murder weapon? How can I have any murder weapons at home?" Jingtian said with a pale face. "Of course this is it!" As he said that, Jiang Qiang took out a thick piece from his pocket.

The inkstone was placed on the table! "According to the understanding of the murder scene, the fatal injury suffered by the deceased was a hard object hitting the back of the head. What is the thing in his room that best matches the shape of the wound?"

"I have also imagined several possibilities, such as stones, vases, stools... but they don't feel like it, because the shape of the wound is textured." "With this question, when I searched your house, I saw this piece.

"Inkstone, I thought at that time that it was definitely this inkstone that killed Uncle Qin." Jiang Qiang concluded in one word. In other words, there is no DNA testing method in this era, otherwise, Jiang Qiang can be sure that there will definitely be residual tissue of the deceased on it.

"Although this inkstone has been wiped clean by you, Jingtian, don't you think it's awkward to have such an inkstone on your table with pens and ink but no ink brushes?" "As for the decorations at the home of the deceased Qin Shuli,

There are three treasures of the study, but the only thing missing is the inkstone. Don’t you think it’s obvious enough?” Seeing Jiang Qiang presenting strong evidence one after another, beads of sweat appeared on Jingtian’s forehead, and his lips trembled slightly,

His face also turned from white to green. "To be honest, I can understand you taking away the gourd and Kan Qing'er, but I really don't know why you took the inkstone away instead of destroying it. Even if you threw it away on the road, it would still be wrong.

Is it safer than staying at home and using it as evidence of crime?" "Let me guess, although you don't use an inkstone, there are people you know who like it, so after you smashed Qin Shuli to death, you might as well just

Take it away, so you don't leave any clues and traces, right?" Jiang Qiang's analysis made Jing Tianrui's eyes widen, and a sense of timidity emerged in his heart.

Is this person named Jiang a divine calculator? How can he calculate so accurately? "I...why can't I have an inkstone? Why do I say that this inkstone belongs to Uncle Qin's house and is a murder weapon? I still say the same thing, I didn't kill anyone.
Chapter completed!