My father ordered me to kill the emperor, but His Majesty bestowed a princess upon me instead.

Zhou Qi was not in the old warehouse.

Among the 173 people examined, there was not a single woman in her forties with an old injury to her left leg and a mole behind her ear.

She might also have a face transplant.

Change your age.

Even if it's a man.

It cannot be found based on the description alone.

The mother had someone review the four obituaries that had been written the night before.

I don't read the content.

See the revisions.

There were three additional characters in the letter from the capital.

There are two places where ink was scraped in the letter from the southwest.

The one north of the river was the cleanest.

The letter from the prefectures and counties along the river had its entire page changed.

The four letters were not written by the same person.

But someone eventually verified it all.

Angelica dahurica is illuminated on paper under side lighting.

Each envelope has four very shallow pinholes in the lower right corner.

It's not bound.

It is left after the four white lines pass through.

Zhou Qi did indeed have the test done.

Wang Heng said:

"She finished testing one."

"I can sew four knots with white thread."

"Disassemble before shipping."

"Leave the pinhole."

Why stay?

Tell the person who received the letter.

"This one is usable."

The pinhole is her mark.

Do not cover the name.

No words were left.

Only four small holes were left.

Everyone used to look at wax, paper, words, and genuine seals.

No one noticed why the corner of the letter had been pricked with a needle.

Bai Zhi asked:

"Who can access the four letters one last time?"

The North Gate Post Station said the mailbox was already sealed when it arrived.

The same goes for Ximen Military Post Station.

An urgent document from the Censorate at the South Gate was personally delivered by a clerk.

The night boats from the East Gate were fetched by the boatmen from the inn in the north of the city.

The four routes are not in the same place.

Zhou Qi didn't need to touch it herself.

She only needed to hand over the four knots of white thread to different accountants.

"So even four pinholes can be counterfeited."

I said.

Wang Heng nodded.

"able."

"Then how can we prove it's her?"

"cannot."

"This only proves that someone used her rules."

We're back here again.

Zhou Qi may be alive.

It's also possible that the identity will continue to be used.

Left lame, four knots, verifying false accounts.

They are all a set of inheritable procedures.

Catching one person doesn't necessarily mean it's her.

I asked Wang Heng:

What is she most afraid of?

"wrong."

Who isn't afraid of making mistakes?

"She's not afraid of making mistakes."

Wang Heng said, "I'm afraid there are two possible outcomes left in the accounts."

"She will ensure that there is only one explanation for anything."

"Do more."

"For example?"

"If a person is both forced and willing."

"She will kill anyone who can prove they were forced into this situation."

"Only voluntary participation is allowed."

"If a document is genuine or fake."

"She will destroy the true order."

"Only a provisional order is left."

"If both people are named Wei Zhi."

"She won't conduct the trial."

"I will kill one."

Zhou Qi is the complete opposite of us.

We met two Wei Zhis.

Tie them all up first.

She'll kill one first.

The tent was then cleaned again.

I looked at the people in the old warehouse.

Zhou Ding.

Yue Da.

Zhao Shi.

He Wu.

Horse Racing Association.

Li Gui, the fake inner guard, and Feng Da.

Among these people.

Whose presence makes things unclean?

Zhou Ding is the most obvious.

He said he had not received any orders.

However, they followed Zhou Qi's rules.

I know about the flying whistle.

I know I refused to submit the first draft.

I know Chen Pingyin Road.

He might be Zhou Qi's man.

It's also possible that they just learned her methods.

If Zhou Qi wanted to give the account, there was only one answer.

He will kill Zhou Ding.

Zhou Ding was imprisoned in a temporary jail on the east side of the old warehouse.

Three parties guard.

One person in the imperial court.

One person from the southwest.

One person witnessed the restoration of Yong'an's household registration.

Record everything about the meals, medicine, and questions asked each day.

It's not easy to kill him.

But Feng Ying also spent ten years testing medicines before the emperor.

He ultimately died by the well.

I had someone check Zhou Ding's cell first.

No exception.

The food was untouched.

The water was just changed.

The windows were sealed up.

All three guards were present.

Zhou Ding sat inside.

They smiled when they saw me.

"Afraid I'll die?"

"Afraid."

"I am dead."

"Wouldn't it be easier for you guys?"

"Won't."

"At least one less statement."

"There's one less person."

He leaned against the wall.

"Shen An".

"Do you think Zhou Qi will come to kill me?"

I stopped.

"Do you know her?"

"I don't know him."

"How do you know the name?"

"You're talking very loudly outside."

The prison walls were not thick.

That might be true.

"You used her four knots?"

"no."

"What about the left-hand limp taking over?"

"I learned it."

Where can I learn it?

"Chen Ping Silver Road".

"There are four pinholes on the back of the banknote."

"Who told you what that means?"

"Just a guess."

Zhou Ding is very smart.

They're smart enough to learn the old network after just a few tries.

That could be true.

"Who told you to refuse to submit the first draft?"

"The water deliveryman for the Intermediate People's Court."

"name?"

"Acheng."

Where are they?

"have no idea."

The location map shows a water delivery worker named Acheng.

He stood by the South Well when the first bell rang.

They disappeared after registering.

Previously, everyone was looking for Zuo Que.

No one noticed the water deliveryman walking normally.

Lin Huan checked the household registration.

There is no Acheng in Yong'an Old Warehouse.

The roster of menial laborers reads:

Cheng San.

Forty-nine years old.

A person from the north of the city.

The person who actually delivered the water that day was about twenty years old.

The roster was also ripped.

I asked Zhou Ding:

"Why are you only saying this now?"

"Who told me if you didn't ask?"

"Did you ask who gave you the information?"

"You're asking about the flying whistle."

"I will answer Mr. Zhou."

"You must be Mr. Zhou."

"That's what Yue Da calls me."

It hides again within the words.

I really want Yan Xiaoyi to beat him up.

Even after you hit him, he will still talk.

你没问。

I have no choice but to continue.

"What did Acheng tell you?"

"The young master will defy his father's orders."

Write only the first sentence.

"They also said that Yong'an has seven sets of clothes."

Is he lame on his left side?

"no."

"Appearance?"

"ordinary."

Do you have a mole behind your ear?

"no."

"age?"

Around twenty.

"sound?"

"Like a woman."

The room was quiet.

A twenty-year-old man.

A woman's voice.

It might be a falsetto.

It's also possible that he wasn't a man at all.

"Have you seen her face before?"

"I've seen it."

"Does it look like a woman?"

"It doesn't look like it."

"Adam's apple?"

Zhou Ding recalled for a moment.

"no."

"Where are your hands?"

"There is a callus on the tiger's mouth of the right hand."

"Left leg?"

"normal."

Zhou Qi was in her forties.

Acheng is in his twenties.

Incompatible.

But age, face, and gender can all be changed.

What's truly hard to change are old wounds.

Acheng did not have any old injury to his left leg.

Zhou Qi, however, used a left-handed limp to make the handover.

She herself may not be lame.

The limp on the left side might just be a false feature left by the substitute corpse.

Everyone is looking for a lame woman who doesn't exist.

I asked Wang Heng:

Have you ever seen Zhou Qi limping with your own eyes?

Wang Heng was stunned.

"After she fell from the car."

"Some people say his left leg is broken."

"I asked with my own eyes."

She remained silent.

"no."

"The last time she saw you before she disappeared."

"How are you walking?"

"normal."

It turns out that the limp left leg might have been a fake from the very beginning.

Zhou Qi's death account states that her left leg was broken.

Later, everyone started to regard Zuo Que as her.

If she were alive.

The safest way is to not be lame.

Even young.

Even men.

Record of Angelica dahurica being used to prepare water.

Among the one hundred and seventy-three people in the old warehouse.

Seven people did not leave complete handprints.

The four people only pressed their fingertips because their hands were dirty.

Both men said it was an old injury.

Acheng's record is the most unique.

Press all the buttons with your right hand.

The left hand didn't press.

The reason given was that carrying water would wear it out.

If Acheng has calluses on his right hand.

This indicates that he is not someone who carries water regularly.

He deliberately left his right hand behind.

Why?

Bai Zhi placed the paper with her handprint under the lamp.

The crease on the right thumb is very shallow.

It's like there's something between us.

It's not skin.

It's a thin adhesive film.

Fake handprints.

It leaves behind a seemingly complete but actually incomparable imprint.

"He is teaching us."

"That's what my mother said."

"What should we teach?"

"Even a medical examination can be faked."

"Location maps can also be faked."

"Fake fingerprints are possible too."

"Every additional procedure we have..."

"So he made a fake one."

This doesn't look like an escape.

It's more like a provocation.

Zhou Qiruo was indeed the one who verified the false accounts.

I can't help but tell others where I made a mistake during the verification process.

I had people search for the bucket, carrying pole, and well rope that Ah Cheng had touched.

There is no bucket.

There was a small piece of transparent tape on the carrying pole.

Half a white thread was stuck in the knot of the well rope.

The end of the line is not a four-knot knot.

It is the Five Knots.

Wang Heng's expression changed when she saw it.

"The four knots are null and void."

"What about the five knots?"

"The accountant personally verified it."

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't his subordinates who inspected it."

"She saw it herself."

Everyone looked at that half-line.

If the rules Wang Heng mentioned haven't changed.

The water deliveryman, Acheng, is Zhou Qi.

Or at least someone who can personally verify the information on behalf of Zhou Qi.

Acheng's youthful face is fake.

The tattoo on the right hand is fake.

The name is fake.

The gender might also be fake.

Only one thing is true.

He was at the first chime of the bell.

It's in the old warehouse.

They saw that we had sealed off the gate.

See how we drew the location map.

I saw that the boulder had been secured with three ropes.

I saw He Wu being arrested.

Then, as everyone registers one by one.

They left under the pretext of delivering water.

I asked Lin Huan:

"When will Acheng be released from the warehouse?"

"After memorizing the positions in the first round."

"Who put it there?"

"That's what the guard at the back door said."

"My mother asked someone to get more paper."

The mother frowned.

"I only asked the clerk to fetch the paper."

"The water deliveryman wasn't allowed to leave."

The guard heard "Get the paper."

I saw Acheng holding an empty paper basket.

So they released it.

There was no warrant.

It has no name.

Based solely on one appropriate action.

Zhou Qi did not flee through official channels.

It stems from a truth that wasn't clearly stated.

The father asked, "Where did you go?"

no one knows.

But she had personally verified it.

Then you won't fail just because you count three chimes.

She also needs to check whether four obituaries have been sent out.

Check if the left lameness is exposed during the handover.

Let's see if Zhou Ding speaks up.

See which stroke she can still clear into an answer.

Zhou Ding suddenly shouted in the prison:

"Shen An".

You'd better come and see for yourself.

We turned around.

He reached his hand out over the wooden fence.

There was blood in his palm.

It's not self-harm.

It was a thin piece of iron that was pulled out from the bottom of the newly replaced water bowl.

A line of small characters was engraved on the iron sheet:

Only recognizes one person.

Everything else is fake.

Zhou Ding smiled and said:

"She wants me to choose."

"What should I choose?"

"emperor."

"Shen Lie".

"Gu Qinghe".

"you."

"Out of four people."

"I only acknowledge one as true."

"The other three."

"She will write my death in her place."

I looked at that thin piece of iron.

Zhou Qi has already left the old warehouse.

But I'll leave the question here.

She didn't just want the four tents to clash.

She wants everyone who knows about the old case to know about it.

They each choose one of the four people.

They only recognize the emperor.

My father was a traitor.

They only recognize their father.

The emperor was a foolish ruler.

He only recognizes his mother.

Both the emperor and her father became the ones who harmed her.

They only recognize me.

The other three became the ones who forced me to take out the knife.

No matter who you choose.

The accounts will be cleaned again.

Zhou Ding asked:

Who do you choose?

I put the thin iron into the certificate box.

"I won't choose either."

"Then it's all fake."

"no."

I said, "All four of them are real."

"Things I've done."

"And it's all true."

Zhou Ding shook his head.

"A person cannot be both guilty and trustworthy at the same time."

"able."

"An emperor cannot both be punished and temporarily sit on the throne."

"able."

"Shen Lie cannot issue an order to kill the emperor and then open the military camp at the same time."

"able."

"Gu Qinghe cannot both write the transfer order and be a victim."

"able."

"You cannot be both an assassin and an imperial censor."

"I already am."

Zhou Ding looked at me.

Like the first time they truly felt I was unreasonable.

I also think he's a lot of trouble.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

A new arrival has arrived in the capital.

This is not an obituary.

It's a list.

Someone simultaneously posted four lists of conscientious individuals at the Court of Imperial Clan Affairs, the Ministry of War, the Censorate, and the Jiangbei Guild Hall.

The emperor's edict reads:

They only recognize Xiao Jingheng.

Leave your name at the Imperial Clan Court.

Shen Lie wrote below the list:

They only recognize those from the southwest.

I left my name at the old post station of the Ministry of War.

Gu Qinghe wrote below the list:

They only recognize those who died north of the Yangtze River.

Leave your name at the Jiangbei Guild Hall.

Shen An wrote below the list:

Those who only remember past grievances.

He went to the Censorate to leave his name.

There are five pinholes at the end of each list.

Zhou Qi no longer intends to write the deaths of the four characters.

She began to let the world choose for itself.

Only one is recognized.

Then write the other three as fake.