Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Cheng Ling stayed beside Zhang Yun's body for a while, and Tong Huaizhong asked, "Cheng Langjun, did you find something?"

   found none, but there is one collected, but can this be said?

  Cheng Ling calmly retracted his hand, took another look at Zhang Yun's body, and suddenly said, "No one will change Zhang Yun's clothes, right?"

   This question was a bit abrupt, and Tong Huaizhong was stunned for a moment before realizing it. Cheng Ling should be asking if he had changed Zhang Yun's clothes during the autopsy.

  Tong Huaizhong said: "Naturally not."

   Zhang Yun died of homicide. In order to preserve more information on him during the autopsy, how could he change his clothes?

Cheng Ling said: "It seems that Zhang Yun was well-dressed when he died, and at that time, it should have been the beginning of Mao Shi, perhaps before Mao Shi. So early, Zhang Yun was sitting in his room neatly dressed. Get up so early?"

As soon as this question was raised, Zhang’s father suddenly exclaimed: “No! Although my son studies hard, the sun is long in the summer, so he will only be up every now and then. Now that the weather is getting colder, he usually has to arrive at least. You won't get up until three o'clock in the morning."

   So, it seems strange that Zhang Yun woke up so early.

  Cheng Ling asked again: "When Brother Zhang got up, did he call the servants? Can he hold the lamp?"

  This... Father Zhang said in a low voice, "Neither."

   Several of the arresting fasts suddenly thought about it, until Young Master Lu reminded that the next person who checked the palm print could go forward.

  Yes, all the speculations and traces are not as solid as this palm print.

  Luo You straightened his waist, stood up voluntarily, stepped forward and said, "I'll do it this time."

   He stood up, and the atmosphere of the whole room suddenly fell into a special tension for no reason.

  Luo You came to squat beside Zhang Yun's body and stretched out his left palm.

   Everyone present held their breath and stared at him.

  Luo You's hand paused, and after a while, he finally pressed his palm down—

   Strictly fit!

  Yes, Luo You's palm is aligned with the palm print on Zhang Yun's body, and it fits perfectly, not bad at all!

  The scene was silent, and I don't know how long it took, or maybe it was just a moment, when Father Zhang suddenly shouted: "It was you, it was you who killed my son!"

  Father Zhang rushed forward in hatred, but Lu Zhu quickly grabbed him and shouted, "Calm down!"

   Who the **** can be calm?

  Father Zhang struggled violently, raised his foot and even kicked Lu Zhukuai at the key point between his legs. Lu Zhukuai was so frightened that he let go of his hand quickly, and Father Zhang rushed to Luo You and shoved him sharply.

  Luo You's whole body has fallen into a kind of unbelievable startle, and there is another kind of ominous feeling that the drowning person is tied to a boulder, so the whole person keeps sinking, and no matter how much he floats, he can't come up.

   This feeling made him neglectful, so that he was obviously not weak in martial arts, but Zhang's father pushed him so much that he was pushed to the ground on the spot, and his entire upper body even leaned back one after another.

   is messed up, everything is messed up.

  Several arresters rushed to rescue Luo You, and Wang Yun even ran over to pull Father Zhang.

   However, a student went to drag Wang Yun instead, and said, "Brother Wang, if Brother Luo is really a murderer, what about letting Uncle Zhang vent his anger? Brother Zhang died so tragically..."

"Fuck you!" Wang Yun pushed the person away, "Shuzi, villain! Why do you say Brother Luo is the murderer when you fall into the trap? Is it the murderer for a palm print? What kind of person is Brother Luo, what does he do? Are you going to kill Zhang Yun?"

  Yes, Luo You has no reason to do this.

   But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded under the porch outside the room and said, "I-I may know why Luo Jinglun wanted to kill Zhang Yun."

   This voice was a little weak, but once it appeared, it was like a thunderbolt floating in a sunny day, and the chaos in the room was stopped in an instant.

  In the house, Luo You fell to the ground, Father Zhang turned his head, Wang Yun and others stopped.

   Young Master Lu also suddenly turned his head and asked, "Yan Fei, it's you! Why did Brother Luo want to kill Zhang Yun? What do you know?"

   The student who suddenly spoke out was named Yan Fei. He was usually gentle and silent, and he didn’t like to talk much, but he was popular among his classmates, because silent people tended to be more stable and trusted.

   At this time, when he opened his mouth, everyone was staring at him.

There was a trace of pain and struggle on Yan Fei's face, and after a while, he whispered: "Two days ago, I overheard Zhang Yun talking with the servant. From this, I learned that Zhang Yun was in the star-picking building last time. The song "Cicada" I wrote earlier was actually copied from Luo Jinglun!"

   These words were like another thunderclap, stunned everyone.

   Zhang Yun plagiarized! What a serious crime is this? For readers, this may be a great horror that is even more difficult to face than death!

After being stunned for a moment, Father Zhang stood up instantly and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you? If you slandered my son so much, and everyone else is gone, do you want him to leave a name behind? You...just vicious! "

   Mother Zhang was outside, and when she heard these words, she immediately rushed over and started crying.

One of the arresters quickly grabbed him, and Tong Huaizhong immediately stood up and said, "Yan Fei, you said you heard Zhang Yun talking with the servant, when and where? What is the specific content? Who is the boy talking to Zhang Yun? Servant?"

  Anything, as long as it is said, it has a trace.

   Yan Fei responded to Tong Huaizhong's question, and the answer was fluent. Every point is clearly stated, and the more it is said, the more convincing it becomes. Naturally, Zhang Yun's servant was also identified.

  The servant Azhu was waiting outside Zhang Yun's yard. He was Zhang Yun's personal servant, and among the many servants, he was the most trusted by Zhang Yun.

   After being led into the yard, Azhu threw a plop and then slackened his legs and knelt down in front of everyone.

   As soon as Tong Huaizhong asked the question, Ah Zhu turned pale, twitched his lips, and poured out all the words like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

   "My husband learned Luo Jinglun's poem, but he didn't know it was written by Luo Jinglun!"

   "He just picked up a broken poem on the ground, and then revised it to complete it. This, this... sin is not to die for!"

   "Lang Jun, he, he regretted it later... woo woo..."

   After that, Ah Zhu finally couldn't help defending Zhang Yun, and then burst into tears.

   But no one paid any attention to him, and everyone's eyes fell on Luo You.

  He had already been helped by Wang Yun, and was standing behind the crowd with a pale face. When everyone looked at him, he brushed away Wang Yun, stepped forward, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know if it's my poem, can anyone copy it?"

   A Zhu, who wiped away his tears, stopped crying and lowered his head.

  Luo You added: "If I say that although Zhang Yun copied my poems, I never killed him, would anyone believe him?"

  Everyone looked at him, Tong Huaizhong said in a difficult voice: "Master, we naturally believe in you, but in this situation..."

  Suddenly, Young Master Lu waved the dust and said, "There are witnesses and physical evidence, this is not a question of whether we believe it or not, but the law of the Great Wei, do you really want to ignore it?"