On the first day of time travel, the groom died. I'm the prime suspect.
Shen Zhaoning, a graduate student in criminal psychology, opened his eyes after a laboratory accident and became an ancient bride.
In the wedding night, the groom has scissors stuck in his chest, and the blood has not yet dried. The maid cried, "Miss, she killed someone." Her mother-in-law fainted three times, and her father-in-law wanted to send her to the court.
She touched the wounds on her body - the wounds from the groom.
Okay, beat your wife, right? After the fight, he was killed by others and framed on me?
Shen Zhaoning knelt down, took a look at the body, and sneered.
The angle of the wound was 30 degrees downward, and the murderer was at least half a head taller than the deceased. She was five feet three and the deceased was six feet two. She was not the murderer.
There were no signs of struggle at the scene, indicating that the deceased knew the murderer and opened the door to welcome him in.
There were only the deceased's own fingerprints on the murder weapon - no, it was called fingerprints in ancient times. The killer wore gloves or wrapped a cloth around the handle of the knife.
The maid said that the groom had visited the backyard before his death.
Shen Zhaoning went to the backyard for a walk. There were a few drops of blood on the edge of the well, all the way to the door of the wet nurse's room.
The wet nurse ran away.
He was fished out of the moat the next day. There were marks on his neck - he had been silenced.
Three days. She only had three days. Three days later, the deceased's father was going to Dali Temple to sue her.
Shen Zhaoning went to the temple to ask for a hexagram: Lei Ze returned to his sister.
