"It's true that I got it from outside, but I probably didn't buy it from a jewelry store. My family has no money, and my mother never buys such impractical things."
The child moved for a while while he was talking. Fang Wu could see what he was thinking and did not interrupt him again until he heard him continue: "I remember that the box shouldn't be big, it's a square one.
There are no patterns, it’s very simple.”
"There's more, what else can you think of?" Fang Wu asked.
The box was indeed very simple, but inside the box was not only the purse but also some dust. However, they were not sure whether it was originally in the box or contaminated with mud.
Although it was not mud, they were sure of it, but there might as well be other surprises involved.
"Sister, I'm not sure about this." After a while, the child suddenly said.
When she heard this, she was stunned. She saw the confusion in the child's eyes, then nodded and said, "It doesn't matter, just tell me."
"It was probably in the summer. I saw a figure from the back who looked very much like my father. He was holding a small bundle of black things and gave it to a very slender woman. The two were still arguing."
"I stood far away and couldn't see the big man's face. I didn't know if he was my father. I couldn't hear exactly what they said."
The child repeatedly emphasized that he was standing far away and did not see the face of the man, so he was not sure whether he was a big man.
"Do you remember what that woman looks like?"
Fang Wu said nervously. She remembered their conversation on the mountain and suspected that the big man had a mistress outside.
"Not tall, with an oval face, too thin to see clearly. The clothes are pink and tender, and there are a few beads on the hair. I have never seen such dazzling jewelry in my mother's hands. Also, the voice when she speaks
Not too big, but her words are gentle even when she is noisy."
"Where." Fang Wudao.
The child straightened his back and said with empty eyes, "Not far from the river. There are mustard greens there."
She didn't know why, but she heard a trace of resistance in these words. She wasn't sure where it started.
“Is it upstream or downstream?”
"Upstream. But there is still some distance to go up the mountain."
Fang Wu nodded and went outside, but the child chased him out and handed the thing in his hand back to her.
Fang Wu held the thing in his hand and walked out while thinking about the meaning of the big man's words yesterday.
Could it be that the big man bought this rattle for someone else, and would he need to go up the mountain to hand it to that person?
She chose to believe what the big man said yesterday that he bought it and took it to the mountain, but just threw it on the mountain. Fang Wu didn't believe it.
Also, did the big man really have a mistress? Then could the contents of this purse and the lime basin be related to this mistress who never appeared?
Could that woman be the big man's mistress? Fang Wu basically believed that the big man had a woman outside. After all, as Ji Xuan said, there must be a reason that forced the big man to take action against his wife and daughter.
Of course, the premise is that the big man is the murderer, but if not, then could the murderer be the mistress? After all, no one is willing to be a foreigner all the time.
At the same moment when Fang Wu was racking his brains, Ji Xuan was sitting at the Chaos stall eating steaming Chaos.
Suddenly, he saw a child being held in An Qing's arms.
The child was wearing blue clothes and had a bracelet with a special pattern on his wrist. He was crying and pointing at a vendor selling candied haws.
An Qing bought one and handed it to him. The child stopped crying. He ate only the last one and said, "Daddy, you eat."
"Crack." The sound of the spoon in her hand falling to the ground woke up Ji Xuan.
He remembered that Zhang Xuan said that An Qing had no children. Not only that, he even seemed to have seen the pattern on the bracelet before.
After An Qing ate the last one, she comforted the child with a few words, and the child jumped away.
Ji Xuan threw down a tael of silver and followed him from a distance.
The child was jumping up and down, talking something while jumping.
The distance was relatively far, and there were other pedestrians on the road. Ji Xuan couldn't hear clearly, but she still followed the child step by step forward...
It was very quiet in the yamen, and a pair of white hands were printed in the flickering candles, which was inevitably fascinating to watch.
Fang Wuzheng was playing with the rattle in his hand carefully, thinking about why the big man bought this rattle.
Zhang Xuan quickly came in and grabbed Fang Wu and said, "Why are you so dazed? Several government officials said they wanted to go to the crime scene and said they had discovered something new."
"Come here." Fang Wu hurriedly put down the rattle in his hand and followed...
The sound of ticking was endless, and in the dark cellar stood dark government servants holding killing sticks and pointing at a small bundle of dark things.
Fang Wu and Zhang Xuan descended the cellar from the ladder one after another and saw such a scene.
"Zhang Qizhi, this cellar is very clever. It's hidden under the stove. It's not because we didn't have enough money to check the case carefully."
In fact, when I heard the clack of shoes on the ladder, a government servant turned around.
"But pull it down, Lao Zhangtou, do you still know about your little thoughts?"
Zhang Xuan said with a bad face, pulled out a few coins from his sleeves and threw them to the yamen servant who was talking: "Take it and leave, dig around here again, if anything is missed, don't let me use it again in the future."
you."
"Don't worry, Zhang Qizhi, we will definitely not deal with you." The old Zhang took the copper plate and looked at it carefully for a while with a smile before waving his hand and leading the yamen out.
"Tsk, look at you, how can I still be fake?" Zhang Xuan kicked the old Zhangtou in the butt.
The old man weighed the copper plate on his head and rubbed his butt, and climbed up the ladder in a few steps.
"What is this? Is there gold hidden in it?" Fang Wu held a piece in one hand and when he knocked it, he could hear a crisp sound.
"But pull it down. If there is gold hidden in it, it won't be so hard and greasy. And it's just how much gold can a farmer in the countryside have."
Zhang Xuan shook his head, opened the small bundle of black things, counted them one by one, and said in the blink of an eye: "Twelve in total."
"Have you ever seen this thing?" Fang Wu asked. Zhang Xuan grew up in the market and has a complex knowledge.
"No." Zhang Xuan said casually.
While looking for a nail, he scraped some powder from it and shook it in his hand. He suddenly said: "Where is the ashes in the square box yesterday? Do you think they are quite similar?"
When Zhang Xuan said this, Fang Wu also looked over. Indeed, he didn't seem to feel it even if he didn't say it, but when he said it, it seemed that it was really a thing.
The two of them carefully put away their things and looked into the cellar. When they saw nothing unusual, they left the cellar one after another.