Cheng Yuankai, the owner of Banxian Manor, said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Sir, if you are willing to give me advice, I will definitely listen attentively."

Lao Liu pointed to the corpse on the ground and said: "Eleven disciples of Banxian Village were killed in a row within five days."

"Among these disciples are four of your family members, as well as students from outside the country. Judging from their relationship, they have no connection. It's as if they are killing people randomly."

"In fact, they have one characteristic in common. That is that they are all opponents of Heming Poetry Society."

Yan Xing and Cheng Yuankai couldn't help but look at each other: "This..."

Banxianzhuang is not so much a martial arts sect as a large academic institution, which also includes various groups. Poetry club, chess club, painting club, and even small schools are all included.

Not only does Banxianzhuang not prohibit academic disputes, it even encourages this kind of healthy competition.

However, Banxianzhuang will never allow academic disputes to develop into personal grudges, let alone competition to intensify into a war of force.

From a Confucian perspective, one can argue academically, but academics aside, it does not affect two people's appreciation of each other, admiration for each other's talent, knowledge, and even close personal friendships.

This is the ideal state that Ban Xianzhuang believes.

Yan Xing seemed to feel something, and his face turned gloomy for a moment.

Cheng Yuankai frowned and said nothing. Looking at his eyes, he didn't know what Lao Liu was expressing?

Lao Liu walked over and used a fan to lift up the white cloth covering the body: "When this disciple's body was found, he was leaning sideways against the wall. When someone pushed him, it was discovered that he had been pierced by an iron nail in the temple.

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"Look carefully at his fatal injuries, and then look at the left side of his face."

While the two men were observing the wound carefully, Lao Liu continued: "I went to the scene and saw that there was only a footprint jumping sideways."

"More importantly, his body had the right side of his face pressed against the wall instead of tilting his head to the left."

"That is to say, this disciple was suddenly frightened when he was walking. He instinctively jumped to the right, trying to avoid something that appeared on his left. As a result, he hit a stone that had been nailed to the wall.

He was killed on the spot, his body was hung by the nails and did not fall to the ground."

After Yan Xing took a closer look at the body, he couldn't help but look ugly: "The disciples below reported that he was stabbed to death with long nails through a wall, and no footprints were found behind the wall. Isn't this all wrong?

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If the person on the ground was stabbed to death by a long nail through the wall, no matter how fast the opponent moved, the head of the corpse would tilt to the left.

However, this man's body was attached to the wall, which was obviously a mistake by the person who conducted the autopsy.

Old Liu opened the white cloth on the second corpse and said, "Look at this corpse again."

"This man was stabbed in the throat with chopsticks. No one was around at the time. Am I right?"

Yan Xing nodded and said: "That's true!"

Lao Liu took a fan and patted the corpse on the chest, and a bloody chicken bone spurted out of the corpse's mouth.

Lao Liu said: "This man was actually choked to death by a chicken bone. If you don't believe me, you can cut his neck and take a closer look. You are also well-read people. Do you know the simple autopsy method?"

Cheng Yuankai wanted to take action, but Yan Xing shook his head and said, "No need! Sir, your judgment is correct."

Old Liu said in a deep voice: "Have you ever asked who was the first to discover the body? When the person who discovered the body ran to look for someone, was there anyone around to protect him?"

"This..." Yan Xing's face couldn't help but turn red and white. Looking at him, it was obvious that he knew nothing about what happened at that time.

Lao Liu walked to a corpse and said, "I can tell you that the student who stayed with that person at that time was him."

Old Liu lifted up the white cloth and raised the corpse's wrists with a fan: "Look at his hands, there are bamboo thorns stuck in them. What does this mean?"

"It means that when he thrust the chopsticks into the corpse's throat, he accidentally hurt his hand."

"He himself was quickly silenced."

Lao Liu successively opened the white cloth on the corpses and explained the causes of death of those people one by one.

Yan Xing and Cheng Yuankai's faces became more and more ugly. It wasn't until Old Liu stood up that Yan Xing asked: "Sir, you mean that all the deceased did not die from ghosts, but were harmed by humans."

"Yes!" Old Liu folded his fan and said, "Besides, I can also tell you that the clues left on these corpses point to the Heming Poetry Society."

Cheng Yuankai said angrily: "That's unreasonable! I'm going to find the people from Heming Poetry Society now. The dispute between schools must not occur in Banxianzhuang."

Cheng Yuankai was obviously looking in the wrong direction.

Lao Liu didn't wait for the other party to turn around, and shouted: "Stop, did I say that the murderer is a member of the Heming Poetry Club?"

Cheng Yuankai couldn't help being stunned on the spot: "Didn't Sir just say...didn't he say that the target was pointed at Heming Poetry Club?"

Old Liu shook his head and said: "If there are flaws in a corpse, you can use it as a clue."
Chapter completed!