Zhang Xuan handed the cylinder to Ji Xuan who was holding the fire folder.
It was a cylinder, with two parts connected in the middle. Ji Xuan tugged it until it was spread apart, then gave up and threw it back to him.
Zhang Xuan helplessly knocked the middle part of the cylinder on the corner of the table a few times, and then he saw a wax thread inside. After separating the wax thread, he slowly rotated it away.
Then he saw the tip of the candle and handed it to Ji Xuan again.
However,
Ji Xuan was naturally staring at the big man at this time.
Zhang Xuan didn't say anything and just lit the sticks on the fire and stood on the table.
"Where do you usually do your activities on the mountain?" Fang Wu asked.
"Halfway up the mountain, you didn't know there was a wolf on the top of the mountain. Have you checked it out? You are detaining me without reason," the big man said.
"We found this on the top of the mountain." Ji Xuan unfolded the paper-cut and showed it to the big man.
"What is this? I don't know it. You guys are really not afraid of death. Hey, if you are eaten by wolves, can't this matter just go away like this?" The big man leaned forward and asked.
"Impossible, someone new will arrive. It will take about half a month." Fang Wu was sure of it.
"Isn't it going to be a month? I'm already stinking, please let me out." The big man said irritably.
The big man's movements were very resistant, and the sound in the room suddenly became very harsh. For a while, the only sound left in the room was the sound of heavy breathing.
"What are you doing? What's wrong with staying here for a few days, with food and drink?" Zhang Xuan whistled and said depressedly.
In Zhang Xuan's memory, it seems that he was very anxious from the beginning, worried about all kinds of things.
"Can you take care of it? You are my mother?" The big man was not angry anymore.
"Speak properly to me," Zhang Xuan said seriously.
"This rattle was your son's toy when he was a child, right? Why did you take it from your home to the top of the mountain?" Ji Xuan said.
"No, I bought it for my child before. Then I accidentally threw it on the mountain. Did you find it on the top of the mountain?" The big man shook his head and asked.
"Lost?" Ji Xuan looked at the big man seriously and asked.
"I lost it accidentally."
"If you do this, the burial date of the deceased will have to be postponed." Fang Wu added.
"What's wrong with me? Did you ask me any questions? Do you have any questions?"
With several sighs in succession, several people came out to sign the deposit.
"Just think about it, did the big man mislead us about the rattle?" Ji Xuan asked, leaning on the table and looking at a few people.
"Does he want to tell us that he cares about his family? But in fact, the child said that he leaves early and comes home late. He doesn't care about his family. He doesn't even know who is at home on weekdays." Fang Wu asked after hesitation.
"Perhaps there is something else in the cave that you haven't discovered. He reminded you several times that there are wolves on the top of the mountain."
Ji Xuan nodded, thought for a while and then said.
"Didn't I tell you before? It's really...it really is." Zhang Xuan was halfway through speaking, but when he saw Ji Xuan frowning, he quickly changed his words.
"Every hunter who often goes up the mountain knows about this matter. Does he think we don't know about it? Moreover, the things in our hands obviously tell him that we have gone up the mountain. Also, he seems to be very willing to make this case a no-brainer.
Case." Fang Wu retorted.
"You are right." Ji Xuan nodded and confirmed to Fang Wu.
"I'll go take a look at the body again. If he is really the murderer, then he is in a hurry to bury the body and probably wants to hide some evidence."
With that said, Ji Xuan picked up her clothes and went to the morgue.
Zhang Xuan left the Yamen in a hurry, and Fang Wu continued to look at the purse on the table.
Suddenly, I heard several unclear cries coming from not far away.
Fang Wu was stunned and followed the cry, but found that there was nothing outside the window, and he didn't know when the rain stopped...
In the early morning, the breeze was blowing gently, and Fang Wu stepped into the Yamen with the muddy water splashing everywhere, but as soon as he stopped, he heard another cry.
With Fang Wu's bones standing tall, she remembered that there were children reporting the crime behind her, so she subconsciously picked up the rattle she brought back from the mountains yesterday and strode away.
"Sister, have you found out who killed my mother?"
As soon as Fang Wu pushed the door open, she heard a childish voice. Her half-opened mouth lost all strength and she was speechless.
The child's eyes were full of expectation, and the innocence in the room made Fang Wu look out the window to see if he could find anything to change the topic.
It’s not that there has been little progress in the case, it’s that all signs are showing that this case is closely related to the big man.
Could she tell this child that she suspected that her mother's death was at the hands of her father before she could reach a conclusion?
"Sister, can I play with this rattle?" The child seemed to sense Fang Wu's weakness and took the initiative to change the subject.
Fang Wu knelt down and handed the rattle to him and said, "Have you seen this before? We suspect your father bought it."
This kid was always so sensible, and it was obvious that he asked things he shouldn't have asked.
"No. My dad never comes back to get anything." The child said, "At least I haven't seen him."
"Do you know anything else? Do you go out on weekdays?" Fang Wu sighed and pulled the child.
The child held the rattle and turned it slowly only between talking.
Fang Wu saw clearly that there was a trace of hesitation in the child's eyes, not a trace of expectation or playfulness.
"I don't go out much. I spend most of my time at home with my mother. I went to school some time ago." The child considered.
"Then did you ever see anything strange when you were in school? It could be about your father or your mother." Fang Wu thought for a while, opened the purse in his hand and said, "For example, did you
Have you seen this purse?”
"I think I saw it in my mother's basket, but I only saw it once. I don't know if it is this one." The child picked it up and looked through it.
"Take a good look." Fang Wudao said.
Now the clues they have obtained are too fragmented, and there is basically nothing to support them in concluding this case.
"Is there an iron box placed with this purse? I remember that my mother brought it back from outside."
She nodded and said: "Do you remember when it was? What does the box look like? Are you sure that this purse was not made by your mother, but was brought back from outside? Did you buy it in a jewelry store?
?”
If it is true that the deceased did not make this purse, then perhaps this case has taken a new direction.
The deceased's interpersonal relationship and so on are relatively simple, and it is unlikely that others will give him away.
Although Fang Wu asked this question, she felt that she had not bought it from outside. Why would a housewife with little income and being embarrassed and exploited by her husband want such an impractical thing?
But if you didn’t buy it, where did it come from?
Ji Xuan: Why do I have so few scenes in this chapter?
Author: Calm down, calm down, let other children write some words about what’s wrong, be friendly