I inherited my grandfather's Tang Dynasty assets.

Chapter 12 The Bizarre Murder Case

"Is the Divine Farmer here? Liu Boyan and his friend Fan Tao have come to pay a visit."

As the two were talking, Liu Boyan's voice rang out from outside the temple.

"Boyan, is the Divine Farmer truly willing to lend a helping hand?"

Even now, Fan Tao still finds it hard to believe that Liu Boyan suddenly came to his residence last night and told him about the new Shennong Envoy.

Fan Tao was greatly surprised. He didn't know if there were immortals and ghosts in the world, but Shennong's abilities and those magical objects were real.

Therefore, in the Tang Dynasty, especially in Chang'an, no one dared to disrespect him. It's just that he had disappeared for ten years, and now a new one has appeared.

Both the Fan and Liu families were prominent clans in Chang'an. Although they could not compare to the Cui family of Qinghe or the Lu family of Fanyang, they were still high-ranking families.

The two were of similar age, so Liu Boyan told them everything truthfully without reservation, even including things like Penglai Immortal Island.

Fan Tao listened with great interest, and when he learned that Chen Yue had inquired about the Blood Child, he was even more excited.

This case put him under immense pressure, and as the situation escalated, it attracted the attention of those above him.

If there is still no clue, even if he comes from the Fan family of Chang'an, it will be very difficult to do.

In his view, if someone like Shennong Shi were willing to offer some guidance, the case would be solved in no time, but he was also worried that Shennong Shi was just asking casually.

"Brother Fan, Brother Gao Yi was also present when the magistrate asked me yesterday, how could I dare to speak nonsense?"

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Qimei walking quickly over.

"Seventh Miss".

Before leaving, he took Fan Tao to Qingshui Xiaozhu, from which he learned about the relationship between Zhao Qimei and Chen Yue.

Therefore, he dared not presume and bowed to her.

This was the first time Zhao Qimei had ever been addressed like that in her life. Her face flushed, and she immediately bowed in return.

"The young master has already risen; please come in."

Her words startled Liu Boyan. "Young Master?"

Fan Tao, not understanding why, cupped his hands in greeting.

"Please lead the way, Miss Seven."

A moment later, the two entered the small house where Chen Yue was resting, and Liu Boyan knelt down and bowed without saying a word.

"Liu Boyan greets the Divine Farmer. This is my good friend, Fan Tao, the magistrate of Wannian County."

Fan Tao glanced at Chen Yue, who was sitting on a stool. Although he did not kneel, he still paid his respects with great ceremony.

"Fan Tao greets the Divine Farmer."

Although in his view, Chen Yue was no different from ordinary people.

"Yes, you two don't need to be so polite. Sit down and let's talk. Seventh Sister, pour some tea."

The two sat on either side of Chen Yue, both looking somewhat reserved. Zhao Qimei, who had poured the tea, stood quietly behind Chen Yue.

"Did you bring the case file?"

"I brought it."

Fan Tao nodded quickly, took out a rolled-up booklet from his pocket, and respectfully handed it to Chen Yue with both hands.

The document detailed all the facts of the case. Chen Yue unfolded it and began to read. It contained not only the coroner's detailed autopsy report but also the testimonies of the relevant personnel.

The details, including the specific situation on site, are very comprehensive.

While Chen Yue was reviewing the case files, Liu Boyan and Fan Tao sat upright, not daring to utter a word to disturb him, and the room was unusually quiet.

"Strange, how could two people be scared to death out of nowhere?"

After reading the case file, Chen Yue didn't find anything strange, but he certainly didn't believe in any vengeful ghosts seeking revenge.

"My lord, the strange thing about this case is that I have asked the best coroner in Chang'an to help with the autopsy. There were no external or internal injuries on the body, and there was no poisoning. He died of fright."

Fan Tao took a sip of water, looking utterly dejected. He had never encountered such a bizarre case before, and he had been feeling extremely troubled these past few days.

Chen Yue didn't speak, but closed his eyes and pondered.

Actually, he was recalling the crime dramas he had watched, as well as related novels, videos, and so on.

"A training ground for moral education."

Suddenly, Chen Yue opened his eyes and uttered words that left Fan Tao and Liu Boyan completely bewildered.

"A training ground? Sir, what is a training ground?"

They had never heard of it before. Since it was Chen Yue who said it, could it be related to this case?

Chen Yue couldn't remember which specific show it was, but he remembered that "The Educational Ground" was a crime-solving unit within it.

It seems like a psychologist who, through various forms of psychological suggestion, starts from the deepest fears in people's hearts, pathologically manipulates them, and then commits crimes and murders.

To put it bluntly, it is a psychological crime committed through strong psychological suggestion and other means.

Among the people who died in the TV series, one of them was extremely afraid of dark, enclosed environments. So, they locked him in such a place, and even if he didn't do anything, he would scare himself to death.

According to the records, both Hu Wenyuan and his brother died of fright. Before they died, they scratched their chests until they were bloody and mangled, indicating that they must have discovered something that terrified them.

Moreover, the wound in his chest must be the breakthrough point, but these are all just his guesses. Without evidence, he naturally cannot speak recklessly.

"Lord Fan, I ask you, is this Hu Shanren truly a kind-hearted man? What are the character of his two sons like?"

Without hesitation, Fan Tao immediately replied.

"Hu Gong's reputation is well-known in Chang'an, which is certainly true. As for Hu Wenyuan and Hu Wenbo, both of them are gentlemen and scholars with good learning. They could not possibly have been killed in a vendetta."

They had already considered this possibility. If it were a revenge killing, why would they go to such lengths? And if it was the perpetrator, why didn't they leave any clues?

Chen Yue, however, did not think so. If one had nothing to hide, even if one actually saw a ghost, one would not be scared to death.

He had watched many TV dramas and movies before, and some people appeared to be generous and do good deeds on the surface, but secretly committed beastly acts.

There are many hypocrites like this. They do good deeds partly to cover their tracks and partly to accumulate merit for themselves.

Like Uncle Dong of Tazhai, a famous philanthropist and entrepreneur who did many good deeds, but turned out to be a big drug lord.

What if Hu Shanren is like that too? Or perhaps he did something bad in the past and is now doing good deeds to seek psychological comfort.

If that's the case, then his two sons must be no better.

It would be very difficult to scare someone to death through deliberate means without long-term planning and complete control over the two individuals.

Therefore, Chen Yue guessed that it was very likely Hu Shanren, or his two sons, who had done something that angered both heaven and man.

The only explanation is that someone entered their residence, lay in wait for years, and plotted revenge.

"Lord Fan, nothing in this world is absolute. I do have some ideas now, but they are not yet mature enough to be discussed with you in detail."

"Let me ask you, do you know how this philanthropist Hu made his fortune? Oh, by the way, that day Liu Boyan said he was an imperial merchant; tell me everything you know."

If the time portal didn't generate this task out of nowhere, it must have some deeper meaning. Chen Yue had a feeling that this case was probably similar to what he had guessed.

If that's the case, what methods did the killer use to scare two grown men to death, and even tear their own chests apart?

Logically speaking, if a person is frantically scratching their chest before death, even if it's a bloody mess, they must be under some kind of intense stimulation and unable to feel pain.

Or, driven by the pain of itching, they may engage in hysterical self-harm.