"Third young lady, you said last night that the deceased had embroidered a purse and planned to confess to Song Yi. Do you think this is it?" Zheng Qiu had already lit a match and asked li Dali to hold it. He squatted on the ground and put some pieces of cloth together. Although he had not finished putting them together, the pattern of the black bamboo could still be seen.
"Right, ink bamboo." Gu Xin walked over to take a look and then looked at the fire at the side.
It was obvious that these rags had not been completely burned, and judging from the traces of the cracks, it was not man-made, but cut by a sharp knife or scissors.
"If the murderer is Song Yi, why did he cut it and burn it again? If you don't want to throw it away, wouldn't it be better to just burn it?" Li dafei asked from the side.
