Zeng Anmin's gaze fell on Liu Ji, a sharp glint in his eyes.
At this point, all suspicions and conjectures were nothing more than baseless speculation without evidence.
If they wanted more clues, they still had to inspect the crime scene first.
Someone had been burned to death.
An inscrutable light flickered in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He did not examine the corpses at once. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the burned-out wooden building before him.
"This building was where the Governor conducted official business. In other words, the criminals were targeting Huang Yuangao."
Zeng Anmin lowered his eyes in thought.
No.
If they had been targeting Huang Yuangao, why burn down the building?
He thought of an exceptionally crucial clue.
It was recorded in the case file.
In the Thirteenth Year of Jianhong, on the night of April 12th at the hour of Hai, a fire broke out in the South Courtyard of the Xuanjing Division. All officials cried out to fight the fire. The fire was extinguished at two quarters past Hai. The officials returned to the North Courtyard to report, where Governor Huang suddenly died in the courtyard, his blood flowing all over the ground.
The fire in the South Courtyard had broken out during the hour of the Boar.
It had taken only two quarters of an hour to extinguish it.
Such a large building had burned down, yet the fire had been put out in only thirty minutes?
Within those thirty minutes, the criminals had discovered that Huang Yuangao was not working in the building, then rushed to the North Courtyard and killed him?
There were far too many things here that made no sense.
"My lord?"
Liu Ji, the prefectural governor, bent at the waist and looked cautiously at Zeng Anmin.
Bai Ziqing also