Song Ruilong pondered: "If it was a dagger, that person would be afraid to stab it, not stab it." It's not a straight knife, that's a scimitar. What is this three-inch scimitar used for? ”

Zhang Meixian thought about it and said: "The use of the scimitar is wide, and the common people have a scimitar to peel bamboo strips and weave baskets, and they all need to use it, and even the scimitar for weeding on the ground is also very convenient." The common people in the county call that kind of knife a fruit knife, which is common in most families, and is used to peel apples. ”

Song Ruilong looked at the broken porcelain cup on the ground and said, "Is there such a fruit knife in the deceased's house?" ”

Wei Bixiao walked in from the door, handed an apple sharpener in his hand to Song Ruilong and said, "Brother Song wants to find such a knife?" ”

Song Ruilong excitedly took the knife and asked, "Where did you get this knife?" ”

Wei Bixiao smiled and said, "I got it from a bamboo basket of apples on the table in the living room." The knife was pressed under the apple in that bamboo basket. ”

Song Ruilong put the scimitar in his hand on the neck of the deceased, made a movement of pulling from left to right, and said: "You see, the wound of the deceased is basically the same as the wound cut by this scimitar. ”

Zhang Meixian said: "I can't see that you are a kid, and you have more experience in autopsy than your wife, so can we be sure that the murder weapon used by the deceased is this kind of scimitar for cutting fruits?" ”

Song Ruilong took a closer look, and he found a very thin skewer from the throat of the deceased.

Song Ruilong took the two-pointed clip and took the tiny needle-like skewer out of the deceased's flesh, and said, "Bring the porcelain plate." ”

Outside the door, a servant handed a very clean porcelain plate to Song Ruilong.

Song Ruilong took the porcelain plate and put the very small skewer into the plate, looking at it carefully, as if thinking about something.

Zhang Meixian looked at the skewer and said, "Long'er, what are you doing taking out this skewer?" This skewer is thinner than an ant's leg, does this have anything to do with the murderer? ”

Wei Bixiao also asked strangely: "Brother Song, what's the use of this stick?" ”

Song Ruilong finished reading the stick, with a smile on his face, he looked at the deceased on the ground again, and said: "You see, the deceased must have been awakened at night when she was sleeping soundly, and she opened the bedroom door without bothering to wear outside clothes." After opening it, he fought with the murderer, breaking the water glasses in the room and on the bedside table, and the deceased once smashed the murderer with a pillow. But it didn't hit it, it hit the wall. In other words, the murderer did not kill the person with a knife as soon as he entered the door. It is likely that the murderer did not want to kill the deceased at first, but in the end he had no choice but to kill him. ”

Wei Bixiao listened to what Song Ruilong was saying, felt that it made sense, and said: "But it was so dark in the house at that time, if there was a fight between the deceased and the murderer, I am afraid it was not so easy, especially in an emergency, how could the deceased accurately grasp the pillow, and then throw the pillow at the murderer?" ”

Song Ruilong said: "I just said that the deceased got up from the bed and opened the door because he heard the movement. So when she got up in the middle of the night to open the door, what was the first thing she had to do? ”

Zhang Meixian was a little excited: "I know, I opened my eyes first." ”

Song Ruilong said helplessly: "Mother, don't interrupt, this is solving the case." ”

Zhang Meixian said aggrievedly: "Open your eyes first, if you don't open your eyes, unless you are blind." ”

Wei Bixiao said: "Yes, what Aunt Zhang said is very right. If you don't light a candle in the night, you're like a blind man. So, the first thing the deceased has to do is light a candle. With the light, she went to open the door. ”

Song Ruilong nodded and said, "Bi Xiao is right. The deceased went to open the door only after lighting the candle. The locks on the outhouse had been broken by kicking the man, and there were still the footprints of the deceased on the door panel. The size of that footprint..."

Wei Bixiao said: "I have already extended that shoe print." It rained a little bit last night, so the shoe print was very noticeable. The shoe print is seven and a half inches long, and the width of the shoe is two inches and one minute at the widest point and one inch and eight minutes at the narrow point. Judging from the focus of the sole, the person kicking the door should be a person who likes to walk with his back heel. Because the heel on the door panel is very clear, and the toe part is basically negligible. ”

Song Ruilong said with a smile: "Did you find out what kind of shoes stepped on the footprints?" ”

Wei Bixiao said confidently: "From the pattern of the sole, it can be seen that the murderer's sole has been worn very flat, and it should be a linen sole." The people who can wear such shoes will not be the poorest, but they will not be the richest either. As for the rich people, they all wear boots, made of cowhide. ”

Song Ruilong couldn't help but nod and said, "You analyzed it very carefully. But from this shoe print, we can also see the height of the murderer. ”

Wei Bixiao said strangely: "How to judge the height of the murderer?" ”

Song Ruilong took Wei Bixiao to the gate, closed the door that was about to fall, and said, "How high can you kick in a hurry?" ”

Wei Bixiao stood at the door, did not jump, just kicked normally, and as a result, her footprints were half a point shorter than those kicked by the murderer.

Song Ruilong tried it with his foot and said, "My foot is half a point higher than the murderer's foot." ”

Song Ruilong looked at Wei Bixiao and said, "Sister Bixiao is seven feet tall, right?" ”

Wei Bixiao said: "It's almost seven feet." ”

Song Ruilong smiled: "I am seven and a half feet, which means that the murderer's height is between seven feet and seven and a half feet. ”

Wei Bixiao said suspiciously: "Brother Song, is this information useful for us to solve the case?" People with heights in this range are everywhere. ”

Song Ruilong said: "Height is only a characteristic of the murderer, after we have checked all the circumstances here, we will come up with a series of characteristics of the murderer, every time we find the characteristics of the murderer, we will have a more detailed information about the murderer, and when the time comes, it will be easier for us to catch the murderer." ”

Wei Bixiao nodded and said, "What Brother Song said is reasonable. ”

Song Ruilong looked at Su Xianrong in a room outside the door and said, "How is the situation over there Rongrong?" ”

Wei Bixiao sighed: "Hey! Although the woman is a living mouth, but because the place where she was injured is in the throat, Rong Rong has already medicated her and bandaged her, she has lost a lot of blood, and she is temporarily unconscious, even if she wakes up, she is afraid that she will not be able to open her mouth. ”

Song Ruilong asked again: "Have you figured out what the relationship between the reporter and the dead and injured is?" ”