Fang Jinxin completely ignored him and simply stared at the mirror, carefully observing the marks on her neck. After a while, she looked up at the prison nurse and said sternly, "These are indeed strangulation marks, but they are not from suicide. If you don't believe me, call your boss over and I'll talk to him."

　　The prison guard was somewhat uneasy under Fang Jinxin's gaze. They knew that if someone committed suicide during the house search, they would also be held accountable, which was why they found Fang Jinxin so unpleasant. However, if the girl had not committed suicide but was murdered, it would be too pitiful, to be smeared with dirt even after death.

　　She still couldn't believe it. How could a lady from a boudoir tell if the marks were from suicide? She wasn't an autopsy expert. No, wait, she probably didn't even know who an autopsy expert was, right?

　　So I went to call Head Chen over. If she couldn't explain the situation clearly, wouldn't I be dragged into getting scolded? Thinking of this, the prison nurse straightened her back and said, "You tell me how you figured it out first, and then I'll go get Head Chen. It's not too late."

　　Fang Jinxin didn't intend to hide or conceal anything. Pointing to the mark on her neck, she explained, "Please take a look, auntie. This mark is flat, which suggests that someone used white silk to tie around my neck and create this mark. If I had hanged myself, the mark would have been curved upwards at both ends. If the mark were deeper, it could even extend to behind my ear."

　　As she spoke, she noticed the prison guard's confused expression and paused for a moment. She directly took the rope from the guard's hand and compared it to her own neck, saying, "Look, Auntie, if I had hanged myself, the ends of the rope would have been pointing upwards, and the marks of strangulation would naturally be upwards as well. But the marks on my neck are not like that. Take a closer look."

　　Upon hearing this, the prison guard indeed leaned closer to Fang Jinxin and examined her closely before exclaiming in surprise, "As expected, what the young lady said is true. But how did you know? Also, your home has been raided, who would still want to kill you?"

　　“You ask me, but who am I supposed to ask? I've only been in this world for less than three hours, okay?” Fang Jinxin forced a bitter smile. As for how she knew, who let the economic investigation brigade and the criminal investigation brigade be on the same floor? Those malicious bastards would discuss everything from knife cuts, strangulation marks, sharp weapon injuries, blunt weapon injuries, to lividity every day when they saw her. It was hard for her not to know. But this obviously couldn't be explained to the prison matron, so she had to explain the next question.

　　Or maybe that person didn't intend to kill me, his purpose might just be to randomly find someone to kill and make the Fang family worse off. And I, on the other hand, was just unlucky enough to pretend. If Auntie doesn't believe me, just call your leader and I'll explain it to him in detail.

　　The prison maid's gaze wandered around Fang Jinxin's mind and body several times, and finally went to call Chen Zhenghong over. Chen Zhenghong naturally couldn't stare at Fang Jinxin's neck, but the prison warden confirmed Fang Jinxin's words, and he couldn't ignore them. After all, the escort task along the way belonged to him. If someone came out to kill someone on the way, would the Fang family be punished even more? He was afraid that he and his fellow brothers wouldn't have much good food to eat, so it was bad.

　　Therefore, he immediately asked the man with revoked eyes to borrow a puppet from the county government. After the puppet arrived, with the assistance of the prison maid, he figured out the shape of the location of the strangulation and also accepted Fang Jinxin's speculation, which made Chen Zhenghong fall into contemplation.

　　As far as he knew, the convicted Minister of Revenue, Fang Shouzheng, although a corrupt official, was said to have good social connections. Several groups of people came to greet them when they left Beijing, asking their families to take care of them.

　　Besides, nowadays the emperor was not so strict with corrupt officials. The usual practice was to exile men, auction off women and slaves, and use the silver to fill the gap. Therefore, it was rare for such things to happen that insist on killing people. Could it be that this Fang family has secretly done something unethical, allowing people to come and seek revenge by raiding their homes.

　　Chen Zhenghong glanced at Fang Jinxin again and thought for a moment before asking, "Miss, do you still remember where you were and how you were killed?" As he spoke, his gaze turned to the Fang family again. "How did you find out she hanged herself?”

　　Fang Jinxin was taken aback, silently lamenting in his heart. What did I remember? When I came over, the person was already on the spiritual bed, so she had to wait for someone from the Fang family to answer. Fortunately, shortly after, a woman in a short greige skirt hesitated and said, "It was the old slave who, on the orders of his wife, discovered that Miss Eleven had hanged himself when he went to the various courtyards to pass on the young ladies and aunts.”

　　“Did you notice anything unusual at that time?”

　　The woman stayed for a while and shook her head in confusion.

　　Chen Zhenghong turned his gaze to Mrs. Fang, who had been silent for a long time, and asked thoughtfully, "May I ask if there are any enemies in your mansion who will never die?”

　　Madam Fang didn't even lift her eyelids and said indifferently, "There was no such thing as an inner house. As for the matter of the master being outside, I don't know about it.”

　　Everyone fell silent for a moment, and as they were about to depart, it was obviously impossible to conduct a detailed survey. But as they drove on in a daze, who knew if there would still be danger waiting for them on the road.

　　Originally, three days ago, a servant came from the capital and talked about the master's guilt and arrangements in the capital. He had already asked his close colleagues to buy all the female relatives and not let them suffer any injustice. So from the constable entering the door to preparing to depart, everyone was very calm. The only thing that made them angry was Fang Jinxin's suicide.

　　But who knew that Fang Jinxin didn't commit suicide, but was victimized, which made the Fang family a little uneasy. Especially the woman wearing a brown headscarf who spoke just now, she is Gan Shi, the second aunt of the Fang family, and the aunt who entered the Fang family earlier than Madam Liao. There are three daughters under my knee, the eldest daughter Fang Taoxin and the second daughter Fang Zhongxin have already married. Now, the only one being escorted with her is the youngest daughter Fang Yaxin, who returned to her hometown due to being divorced.

　　Due to being divorced, Fang Yaxin had always been unsociable and independent. If someone killed someone to report to the Fang family, she should also be an excellent candidate. Therefore, Aunt Gan was even more anxious. After giving her daughter a worried glance, she quietly approached Mrs. Fang and asked in a low voice, "Madam, is what Miss Eleven said true.”

　　Mrs. Fang never stopped holding the Buddha bead in her hand and said in a deep voice, "If you believe it, it's true. If you don't believe it, then you can't be true.”

　　After pondering for a moment, Chen Zhenghong also knew that this was not the time to investigate the case. He waved his hand and gestured for the prison warden to continue tying the rope, then said calmly, "It's good that you haven't committed suicide. There are many people in the city, so tie it up first. Once you leave the city, you'll be released. Just be patient.”

　　Now everyone had nothing to say and could only quietly let someone tie the rope. When she arrived at Fang Jinxin's place, the prison maid seemed to sympathize with her and pointed to her, asking, "Are you just walking empty handed?”

　　Fang Jinxin spread out his hands and looked at himself, then lowered his head to look at the prison maid. He smiled bitterly and said, "I just got off the spiritual bed, and that's exactly what I'm wearing. How about Auntie let me go in and get a piece of clothing?”

　　The prison maid hesitated for a moment, picked up the white cloth that had just fallen, handed it to Fang Jinxin, and said, "You can wrap yourself in this for now. I'm afraid if you go in and meet the people, it might not be good.”