When night fell, Changsheng slowly woke up. After seeing Jiang Fang, he was still a little confused and asked: "Sister Fairy, what time is it now?"
Jiang Fang said: "It's almost nighttime. It's cold at night. You'll have a meal soon. Wear more clothes and don't run outside. There are some bad people in this village."
Changsheng asked curiously: "Sister Fairy, will bad people bully Changsheng? Why can't Changsheng go outside?"
Jiang Fang comforted: "Bad people will bully everyone, but my sister will try her best to drive away the bad people. Just stay at home and you will be fine.
By the way, do you still remember where your father went? I haven't seen your father here for two days. If something happens, it will be bad."
Changsheng frowned, thought for a while and said: "I don't know, after I woke up that night, dad was gone. Normally dad would go hunting in the mountains.
I originally thought he went hunting in the mountains, but it has been several days now. Dad will not come back for so long, but yesterday Uncle Wang said that my dad was locked up.
Yes, my father has been imprisoned by them. During this period, they will imprison people in it in a few days. My father has also been imprisoned. Sister Fairy, can you help my father?"
Chang Sheng's memory seemed to have recovered. He was not in a trance like he had been during the day. When Jiang Fang was behind the ancestral hall, he did not see Chang Sheng's father.
Either Chang Sheng's father was imprisoned but he ran away, or the uncle Wang told by Chang Sheng lied and Chang Sheng's father was not imprisoned at all.
But if Chang Sheng's father was imprisoned and escaped, the people inside would have been impressed. Why didn't anyone react at all?
After Jiang Fang settled Chang Sheng, he said to Duan Jiu: "Let's go find the Uncle Wang that Chang Sheng talks about. I always feel that this matter is a bit strange."
Duan Jiu followed Jiang Fang to Wang Li's house, but as soon as he entered, he heard the sound of a woman crying. Jiang Fang rushed in and found Wang Li hanging in his own home.
Wang Li's wife Liu Chunhua was so frightened that she fell down at the door, crying and moving inside. Jiang Fang looked at the corpse dangling in the air, and the stool under the corpse seemed to be weighing something down.
Duan Jiu found someone to put down Wang Li's body. Jiang Fang walked over and picked up the paper under the stool. There was a crooked line written on it: I deserve to die!
Duan Jiu took the paper from Jiang Fang's hand, looked at the words on it, and then said: "This word looks a bit awkward, as if it was written under coercion."
Jiang Fang checked his breathing and carotid arteries, both indicating that the person was dead. Feeling the temperature of the body, he probably died not long ago.
Jiang Fang didn't know much about autopsies, but looking at the marks on his neck, he was indeed hanged. However, the death of Wang Li was too strange.
Liu Chunhua cried and said: "You are a dead ghost. You have already died a hundred times. What should I do with my children? How can we, orphans and widows, survive?"
What Liu Chunhua said made Jiang Fang a little strange. Liu Chunhua seemed to be the only one here from beginning to end. If there was a child, if the father died, where would the child be?
Jiang Fang asked: "Are you and Wang Li the only two people at home?"
Liu Chunhua choked up: "I still have a child, but he sent the child away a few days ago. I don't know why, but he hurriedly sent the child to my parents' house. It seems that he will take the child back tomorrow for the funeral."
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Jiang Fang and Duan Jiu looked at each other, and then she asked: "What strange behavior has Wang Li had in the past few days, such as being afraid?"
Liu Chunhua was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It seems that he wants to go on a long trip these days. He goes out after eating and doesn't know where he went. When he comes back, he locks himself in the house, and he doesn't sleep well at night."
Jiang Fang looked at the room and said, "Did he go back to the house after dinner today?"
Liu Chunhua shook his head: "He didn't eat anything today. He locked himself in the house all day and didn't open the door. I ignored him. I went to pick peanuts in the field today. I didn't see him until I came back..."
Jiang hurriedly walked to the yard. Although the farmhouse's yard had a low wall, it was just to enclose the land for his family. It didn't have much effect. A child could climb over the wall and come in at will.
But this farmhouse likes to keep the door open. Generally, the door is closed when the family members are ready to take a rest at night. This means that anyone can actually enter and leave the Wang Li family's house at will during this time.
Jiang Fang felt more and more that Chang Sheng's father had not been imprisoned at all, but had found a place to hide. But why didn't he take Chang Sheng with him?
Jiang Fang put on gloves and briefly inspected Wang Li's body. He didn't see any external injuries. The fatal injury was probably the strangulation marks on his neck.
But the strangulation marks on the neck seemed a little strange, as if they were too neat. The edges of the strangulation marks were very neat and completely overlapped with the rope.
He did not commit suicide, but Jiang Fang could not explain why there were no other fatal injuries.
Duan Jiu looked at Jiang Fang sitting blankly in front of Wang Li's body and asked, "But did you find anything?"
Jiang Fang nodded: "Look at the strangulation marks on his neck. They are very neat and the force is even. Although a person has made the determination to die, his body will not give up his life easily.
The body's reaction is very honest. No matter how much you want to die, your body will struggle without your control before death. Just like a person can never strangle himself, he will definitely struggle, and then there will be something.
trace.
But this obviously did not happen, that is to say, his body did not prevent him from dying at all, and there was no trace of struggle. In other words, when he was on the verge of death, his body was unable to resist."
"So what you're saying is that he was in a coma before he died? That means he couldn't have committed suicide, right?"
Jiang Fang snapped his fingers: "Smart, but this is just an inference based on the body's reaction. His fatal injury was the strangulation marks on his neck. There is no evidence to prove that he was killed."
Duan Jiu also had an inference in his mind, but he was not sure: "Are you suspicious of Changsheng's father? But what is the motive? If they sacrifice Changsheng alive, shouldn't he be the village chief?"
Jiang Fang shook his head, turned around and came to the yard. At this time, Liu Chunhua had calmed down and shed tears silently. Jiang Fang comforted him a few words, and then asked: "Wang Lip is usually in the village. Is there anyone he has any enemies with?"
When Liu Chunhua heard this, he immediately straightened up and asked: "Do you think my man did not commit suicide? I just said that he usually commits suicide for no reason. How could he commit suicide?"
Miss, are you an official somewhere? Please help me, my man will not commit suicide, he has children, and the whole family depends on him!"