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Bing-Er looked at the table and her eyes lit up. She pointed at the table and said, "You mean the murderer is standing on the table and hanging Xiu-Er's body on the beam?" It was a question, but it was also a definite one. In the entire room, apart from a stool and a table, the table was steady and tall. Standing on top of the table, there was a high chance that the corpse was hanging on the beam of the room.

"But if the murderer was standing on the table and hanging his body on the beam, I can't be sure if it was a man or a woman." ZhiNing slowly said as she looked at the table. The table was high enough for both men and women to hang their bodies on the beams.

Bing-Er sighed and said, "Well, it was a waste to come here. I don't know if the killer is a man or a woman."

ZhiNing rested her chin on her hand, looking at the table with a pensive look, "That might not be the case."

"What do you mean?" Bing'er looked up at Zhining and asked.

"If it were a man, there would be no need for him to make the rope so short. The man who hung the body on the beam would be thought to be very tall. It was most likely a girl who hung Xiu-Er's body on the beam. She wanted to use the length of the rope to mislead us so we would think that it was a man who hung Xiu-Er's body on the beam. She actually shortened the rope a bit. Normal men couldn't even hang Xiu-Er's body on the chair. "

"But most murderers leave behind evidence at the scene, and I've been here twice without any evidence on the murderer." Bing-Er looked around carefully.

"Last time, you probably didn't check the table. This time, we should check the table since we know that the killer is standing on the table and hanging Xiu-Er's body on the beam." Bi Zhining walked to the table and handed the candle to Bing'er. She turned the table over and faced the back of the table towards her and Bing'er.

Bing-Er squatted down with the candle in her hand and carefully examined the table. At first glance, there was a small green piece of cloth between the edges of the table, and when she reached out to hold the green piece of cloth in her hand, she looked at her skirt, only to discover that her skirt had a cut. The piece of cloth in her hand just happened to match the cut on her skirt, which meant that the piece of cloth in her hand was part of her skirt. "So it turns out that my skirt was broken just now." Bing-Er murmured as she held the cloth. Then she looked at the edge of the table, where there was actually a slightly protruding wooden thorn. Bing'er pointed at it, "Ah, I didn't expect you to be so sharp. "What do you mean?" Bing-Er noticed that there seemed to be some kind of thin silk on the wooden stick. If she didn't look carefully, she wouldn't have been able to see it. "She carefully took off that thread of thread and that wooden thorn, and passed it to Zhining." "Do you think this is evidence?"

ZhiNing walked over to Bing-Er and looked at the thread in her hand, "It's just a thread. Although it's an important clue, it doesn't prove that the owner of the thread is the killer, much less the owner."

"Of course not." Bing'er immediately rejected Zhining's words, "This thread is of the highest quality. It is simply impossible for ordinary maids to have it, not even the personal maidservants of the ladies. Only the lords in noble clothing can have it." Think about it, this is the maid's room. Why would the noble ladies usually come here? This means that the owner of this thread is most likely the murderer, which means that the murderer is one of the three madams, and the most suspicious person is the first wife because there is a wound on her hand. " Bing-Er took the thread and explained to Zhining.

Zhi-Ning smiled at Bing'er, then stood up from the ground. She turned the table over, and moved the chair back to its original position, so that no one could tell that someone had been in this room before, or else they would be alerted.

Bing'er couldn't help but feel a little puzzled by Zhining's smile just now. That smile contained a faint sense of gratification and teasing. Thinking of this, Bing'er suddenly realized what was going on. She stood up from the ground and pointed at Zhining, "Oh, so you were testing me! "Actually, you already knew that the thread belonged to the three madams. The one who is most suspicious is the first wife, right?"

ZhiNing turned around and looked at Bing'er, asking back, "What do you think?"

Bing'er couldn't help but pout her lips. She knew that Zhining was just teasing her, but at the same time she was also very happy. She had finally gotten something from being a maid who had washed clothes for such a long time.

"Let's go." ZhiNing blew out the candle in Bing'er's hand.

They walked out of Xiu-Er's room.

"Tell me, do I still need to investigate who framed Chen Quan?" Bing'er looked at Zhining's back and asked. Since she knew that the First Madam was most likely the murderer who had killed Xiu-Er, was there any need for her to investigate Chen Quan anymore?

"Of course, we must continue our investigation. Who knows, maybe Chen Quan might accidentally get hold of some important clues." Zhi Ning replied to Bing'er.

"But what do I do next? What am I supposed to do? " Bing-Er couldn't help wondering what she should do next.

"Use all means to get close to the lady's people and Xiu-Er's friends. Find out the reason why the lady killed Xiu-Er and get some proof from them." Zhining told Bing'er in a bland tone.

Bing-Er nodded behind Zhining, "I think the First Lady and Xiu-Er must have some secret. As long as we unravel the secret between them, we will know why the First Lady killed Xiu-Er."

ZhiNing, who was walking in front of Bing'er, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Bing'er with a smile, and praised, "Smart." Pausing, she continued, "But you have to be careful, the eldest lady is definitely not a simple person!" She was afraid the eldest lady would hurt Bing'er.

The worry in Zhining's eyes warmed Bing'er's heart. "Don't worry, I will protect myself." Bing'er revealed a relieved smile.

ZhiNing looked up at the sky, then reached out her hand to pat Bing'er on the shoulder, "I should go now. Take care." With that, she disappeared into the night.

Bing-Er pushed the door open and lit the candle on the windowsill. She carefully examined the thread in her hand. It was a special thread. She had never washed a dress with such a thread.

Bing-Er walked over to the bed and covered Lian-Er with the blanket. She blew out the candle and lied on the bed with her dress on. It wouldn't be long before the sky brightened. There was no need to take off her dress.