BUGs are hard to fix, after all—they affect later plot developments. After thinking it over, I could only patch it here for now: quite a bit of dust had fallen inside the sleeve, and since there were no signs of it having been touched, it could be concluded that those things had been placed there several days ago.
By the time they had roughly investigated the basic circumstances at Lin Mansion, night had already fallen.
There were astonishingly many suspects implicated in this case. Even if they launched overnight interrogations, they likely would not be able to cover everything.
Besides, the Lin family was no ordinary household. While investigating the case, they also had to consider the other party's feelings and difficulties.
Thus, after some discussion, they decided to leave only Tang Weishan and Huang Bin behind with some constables to keep watch over the Lin residence. The rest dispersed for the time being and would resume the investigation the following morning.
Inside the carriage.
Sun Shaozong leaned against the backrest with his eyes closed, silently sorting through the information he had obtained at Lin Mansion.
Before coming here, he had believed the most troublesome part of the case would be determining exactly when Lin Qisheng had died—and who the people had been seeing over the past few days.
But after more than half a day's investigation, the greatest question in the case had become: just how many enemies had Lin Qisheng raised in his own household?
Judging by the preliminary findings, it was nothing short of a miracle that the old bastard had lived this long.
And with such an eccentric, volatile temperament, the fact that he had smoothly climbed to the position of Left Censor-in-chief and had even been revered as the leader of the upright faction