In the yamen, there are always officials who are on duty at night, but the difference is that when reporting a crime at night, they have to beat the drum, so Ji Xuan just sat at the back of the lobby with the window open, just thinking a little.
After a while, Ji Xuan finally gave up. He couldn't sit still anymore. He picked up the complicated things on the table and started to look at them. After thinking about it, he picked up the paper-cut portrait and went into the room where Wang Juan was.
They couldn't keep Wang Juan for too long. The most they could do was wait until the next night and if there was no critical progress, they would let her go.
"Take off the mask." Ji Xuan brought in the already lit candle and stood it on the table, saying lazily.
He looks like he is dressed in silk with no patterns on it. Regardless of his appearance, he gives people a gentle and demure feeling.
But as the mask was slowly taken off, a hint of charm could be seen in the dim candle.
"Master." At this time, Fang Wu opened the door and called out sweetly.
"What time is it?" Ji Xuan turned around and asked, squinting her eyes.
"In... almost a quarter of an hour it will be Chen time." Fang Wu said in a low voice, with a hint of hesitation on his pear-shaped face.
"Do you know the person in the portrait?" Ji Xuan held up the portrait of the big man and lowered his head while flipping through the case records. Facing Wang Juan, he really didn't know what questions to ask that would be more helpful in solving the case.
"Yes. We know each other." Wang Juan said.
"Where is this paper-cut portrait? Did you cut it?" Ji Xuan asked, raising her head to watch Wang Juan's every move.
Wang Juan fell in love with the paper-cutting and saw Ji Xuan's face froze with meaning. It took a while before she said: "Yes."
"What is your relationship?"
"Normal relationship."
"When was the last time you met? Where is this person? Do you know him?" Ji Xuan took out the portrait of the deceased and showed it to Wang Juan.
Wang Juan hesitated and said, "It was a few days ago, right? I don't know him."
"I heard that you and An Qing bought a house on Baihebi Gang. Where did you get the money to buy the house?"
Ji Xuan asked, suddenly seeing the way the flaps on Wang Juan's waist were knotted, and her voice was trembling a little.
After saying that, he regained his composure and only pulled Fang Wu and whispered to her to bring in the rope buckle wrapped around the victim's neck.
Ji Xuan also turned the case file to the page with the rope buckle.
"It's just some money left by our ancestors." Wang Juan said lightly.
"I see that the method of tying the flaps on your waist is not very common. Is there any explanation for this?" Ji Xuan nodded, then pointed at Wang Juan's waist and said.
"No, it's just good-looking." Wang Juan looked at it meaningfully and said.
The flaps are made by intertwining a rope on the left and right sides. They look dignified and generous, giving people a very unique feeling.
Ji Xuan looked at it several times, then looked at the rope buckle that Fang Wu had handed over, and suddenly understood why he thought he had seen it somewhere when he saw it on the Baihebi hill before.
Isn't it just the rope buckle on which the victim hung himself? It's just that the one on Wang Juan is more complicated and detailed, but it can also be seen that it should be a fighting method...
The entrance to Xihe Village.
There were more people at the entrance of the village than before, and the big man was holding a child who was crying incessantly.
Many people came and turned back frequently, but no one dared to stop here and watch the fun.
"You repay my mother, and they all say you killed someone and used my mother to pay the penalty."
The child cried with his face red and full of tears, and banged his head against the big man's body.
The big man tried to hug the child several times, but the child wouldn't let the big man hold him. Instead, he clung to the big man's legs and cried.
The big man didn't know what to say.
He didn't know that after he had been locked up in the Yamen for the past few days, when he came to Xihe Village again, people would give him and this child a lot of advice and all kinds of advice.
The more he heard the rumors, the more anxious he became. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw children running out and kicking and punching him.
"Look, this kid is not even close to him. Someone came to the Yamen yesterday and said that the widow at the back bought the house on the post and is moving out. Doesn't he want the house and kill himself?
His wife?"
"Is this? Wanting money but not people? Tsk, tsk, tsk... what a beast."
"Didn't the Yamen just say that something happened to his family? They are investigating."
"Have you met someone from the yamen? It's not like people in the village over there haven't heard about it a few days ago. This big man and the widow have been together for several years, right? Does his wife know about it? She is afraid that she will drive him out, which will make him angry.
Kill your wife."
"And here, I'm afraid the child doesn't know who it belongs to. There are so many people around the widow."
Even if the children are crying and fussing, there are many people standing aside and talking too much. But the big man is busy coaxing the children, so he has no time to care about what they say.
"No, Dad. Dad bought a house for you and your mother. We can live together in a few days. Can you and I take you to your mother? You have to believe in Dad." The big man squatted and helped.
The child wiped the tears on his face and said one sentence after another.
"You bad guy, you are not my father. I want my mother. Even if you gave my mother money, you can't take me away from my mother. You killed that woman and used my mother to pay for the crime. You took me
Mom, give it back to me, give it back to me." The child cried very hard, and even punched and kicked the big man.
The big man endured it with a confused look on his face, not knowing how to persuade him. He didn't say a word and looked apologetic, like a sick cat.
Just when the big man was squatting there in a daze, the man squatting not far away and frequently sticking his head out quickly left.
However, the people present stood in twos and threes not far away to watch the excitement. Even the people lying on the wooden windows did not notice that someone ran away from behind the wall of his house.
"It's noon. How about we eat first? Can daddy buy you candied haws on a stick? Isn't it your favorite? What do you want to eat? Daddy will buy it for you. Can daddy stay with you?" The big man made a cruel request.
Pick up the child and walk to the village.
But the child used this opportunity to spit in the big man's face, and then kicked the big man in the stomach hard, knocking him down and running away.
The big man was in pain, but he didn't care and chased after him. The child left the village and entered the market. He grabbed things from the vendors and threw them to the big man, running forward without stopping.
Many vendors stepped forward to stop the big man. Who didn't think it was just a naughty kid having a tantrum with his parents?
Where can a child have any money on his body?
When the child saw the big man, he couldn't get away for a while. He was crying, sticking out his tongue and laughing at the big man. He ran forward, but suddenly he was put into someone's arms.
The man was carefree and dressed in a government uniform. He held a bun in his hand and stuffed it into the child's mouth, causing the child to shut up immediately.