Jiang Cheng looked at Tang Qisheng's face. After a moment of silence, he nodded. "It's possible. There's no reason for a ghost to kill someone first and then hang them up. Also, the incense ash outside the room where Mr. Zhang was killed showed signs of having been cleaned. Those ghostly things don't seem like they'd do that."
Tang Qisheng's expression turned cold. "I think that person never knocked at all. He climbed over the wall to get back in and took Mr. Zhang by surprise. He only cleaned up that incense ash because he accidentally stepped in it and left a mark."
Tang Qisheng's explanation made sense, but it was somewhat idealistic. The traces at the scene alone were hardly enough to support it. Jiang Cheng knew he still had more to say.
Sure enough, Tang Qisheng turned and pointed at the corner, where some seldom-used odds and ends were piled up. The brooms they had used to clean were stacked there, too. "When I left, I was worried something might happen, so I hid my phone there and turned on the camera. But now... the phone's gone."
"The person who killed Mr. Zhang was very careful. He must have noticed me hiding the phone." Tang Qisheng gritted his teeth in hatred.
That was as good as spelling it out: the person who had killed Zhang Qizheng was among them. "Who do you suspect?" Jiang Cheng asked cautiously.
Tang Qisheng looked worried. His gaze swept toward the courtyard gate. "Who else could it be? It has to be that bastard Shao Tong. Villagers have been watching me and Zhu Jie, as well as you and Brother Fugui, the whole time. We had no chance to commit the crime, and no reason to. But Shao Tong and Yao Shunyu's group