44: Chapter 32: Revealing the Mountain and Water 44: Chapter 32: Revealing the Mountain and Water Ran Yan gave him a cold glance, “Let go of me.”
Qin Musheng had been pampered since childhood, accustomed to having things his way, and could least tolerate being wrongly accused.
At this moment, he was merely eager to find an ally; taking advantage was secondary.
Reminded by Ran Yan, he sheepishly released his hold.
Although Ran Yan had not given him face, he always had infinite tolerance and magnanimity towards beautiful women.
“Nephew Qin, you said you saw a maid, but did you see her face clearly?” A middle-aged man in his forties parted the crowd and approached Qin Musheng.
With a thin, clean-shaven jaw and a neatly trimmed beard, dressed in a broad-sleeved robe, he appeared quite distinguished.
Ran Yan recognized him as the head of the Yin Family, Yin Wenshu.
Qin Musheng thought for a moment, then shook his head, “I only saw a fleeting back figure, and did not see her face.”
Then, was there anyone with you at the time, Nephew Qin?” Yin Wenshu asked.
“After receiving the poems from the ladies, we went to search separately, and no one was with me.” Qin Musheng’s face turned pale and then flushed red, full of annoyance.
He knew he had been set up.
Anyone with a bit of sense knew that the victim wasn’t killed by Qin Musheng, yet with no one to vouch for him at the moment, escaping involvement wouldn’t be so easy.
Ran Yan carefully examined the female corpse.
The scene, although somewhat convincing, was full of holes in her eyes.
Without even needing an autopsy, she could refute the accusation that “Qin Musheng killed the maid upon being aroused by her.” But did she need to speak out?
She was unwilling to marry Qin Musheng, but having already accepted, if something truly befell Qin Musheng, the Gao Family would surely try every means to prevent the Ran Family from breaking off the engagement.
If Qin Musheng died, so be it, but if not, this mess would ultimately land on her, irrevocably entangling her.
By that time, would she get involved or not?
The future was at stake, so Ran Yan couldn’t help but think deeply.
Logical deduction had been popular since the Han Dynasty, but despite enduring through many dynasties, it had never truly developed and remained relatively weak.
Most forensic doctors were still merely conducting autopsies, sometimes even unable to determine many causes of death.
If Qin Musheng were truly convicted and executed, it would mean that Ran Yan had, in name, lost her first man — something she strongly rejected.
Furthermore, as a forensic doctor who conversed with the deceased and sought the truth of death, she couldn’t ignore such obvious framing.
“I believe the man was not killed by Qin Silang.” After some analysis, Ran Yan decided to voice some of the uncertainties, after all, without conducting an autopsy or dissection, it wasn’t shocking.
When Ran Yan’s cool voice cut through, all the racket momentarily paused.
The crowd’s gaze towards her was complex, with schadenfreude, pity, and admiration, but almost everyone thought she was supporting Qin Musheng from the standpoint of a fiancée.
Virtually no one believed Ran Yan had actually spotted any flaws, not even Qin Musheng himself.
“It is said that Qin Silang, aroused by lust, forced the maid to her death,” once Ran Yan began analyzing the case, she discarded all personal feelings, coming across as utterly unemotional.
“First, please everyone, look at the scene.
The corridor is very narrow and decorated with flower pots and other items, and there is a lawn below the steps.
The deceased’s clothes were disheveled, and her face bloodstained, clearly showing signs of a fierce struggle.
Now tell me, how could there be such intense struggling in such a narrow corridor without leaving any trace?”
The crowd was stunned, looked around, and indeed, the flower pots placed in the corridor were undamaged, and even the flowers had not suffered any harm.
There were also no traces on the lawn below that had been trampled on.
“Of course, the deceased might have rushed out from inside the house, hitting the pillar, or possibly been chased and forced into the courtyard from outside, finding no escape, then chose to end her own life,” Ran Yan slowly stepped towards the body, parting the crowd.
Yin Wenshu was surprised by Ran Yan’s calmness but found her statements somewhat contradictory.
Frowning, he asked, “If that’s the case, why then do you still believe that Nephew Qin did not force the maid to her death?”
The body lay across the corridor, with only her arms resting on the step while her head extended over the edge, hanging in mid-air.
Ran Yan’s pupils narrowed slightly as she touched the deceased’s neck artery, feeling an ice-cold touch, even colder than the normal temperature, clearly indicating that the maid had been dead for quite some time and must have been kept in a cold place to prevent decomposition.