In the depths of winter, it snowed heavily at ten o'clock in the evening, and the north wind was howling, hanging and hanging, as if it was going to blow the whole world cold......

A simple village family has not slept yet, and the lights are still on. Industrious village women feeding silkworms. Her husband has gone on a business trip and has no children, so she is the only one at home.

Suddenly, the north wind blew out the oil lamp, and the house was dark. A dark shadow appeared along with the rural woman's screams. The neighbors next door came to check on with torches. The neighbors were stunned, and the young woman was already dead, leaving only a frightened expression on her face.

Neighbors called the police, and the police arrived immediately. The scene was neat, free of any scratches or messes, and no fingerprints were left. There were obvious knife marks on the corpses, and the air was fresh. At that time, surveillance cameras had not yet been installed in the countryside, and the murderers were cautious, so no reliable clues have been found.

In desperation, the police invited a well-known detective at the time, Mr. Feynman. Mr. Feynman came to the scene of the crime and investigated it for a while. He was really powerful, and he immediately found clues.

Mr. Feynman said to the police, "Mr. Policeman, everyone knows that this is an intentional homicide, and it was slashed with a knife, right?" However, it was clearly killed by someone he knew. Officer Shad said, "Oh? What do you mean by that? Mr. Feynman said: "The suspect must have known that women would be dizzy when they smelled tobacco, so they called it silkworm breeding, deliberately put tobacco aromatherapy indoors, and closed doors and windows." It is the woman who faints. Officer Shad applauded and said, "It's Detective Feynman, so soon I know who the suspect is a woman." ”

The next morning, it was dawn, and there was a blanket of silver everywhere. Mr. Feynman returned to the scene of the crime. A pair of glove prints on the windowsill were found, along with a faint stain of blood. Mr. Feynman seemed to know something.

Mr. Feynman brought Officer Shad in. Mr. Feynman said, "I found this glove print, and based on this pattern, I guess it should be a good card. Officer Shad said, "What does this have to do with the suspect?" "It doesn't matter much, "just know who the owner of the glove is." ”

Mr. Feynman brought the woman's neighbors and showed them the glove print. A neighbor exclaimed, "Isn't this her husband's glove print?" Mr. Feynman smiled knowingly and said, "Let's call her husband, Officer Shad ." ”

Officer Shad handed the phone to Mr. Feynman, who called her husband, Fried. "Hello, Mr. Fried. I'm Mr. Feynman. "Oh oh, hello! Do you have anything to do with me? "Your wife was killed, you know?" "What? My wife was killed? "Yes, that's right." There was a sad cry on the other end of the line. "Please, do you know who killed you?" "Hmm...... I don't know, others are very good, and they don't have any grudges! At ten o'clock that night, I was sleeping! ”

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation, goodbye!" "Goodbye!"

Then, with a serious face, Mr. Feynman said, "Officer Shad please organize manpower immediately and arrest Mr. Fried!" Officer Shad said, "Why did you arrest him?" "You go and catch him first, and you'll know when you get caught."

Officer Shad sent someone to arrest Mr. Fried overnight.

Mr. Fried said, "Why did you arrest me? Mr. Feynman said, "Mr. Fried, you killed your wife that day!" Those gloves were custom-made in your factory, and I didn't tell you it happened at 10 o'clock in the evening, how would you know? Mr. Fried said, "This ...... Well, I did kill it. "Everyone present was shocked. Mr. Fried continued: "Because she thinks I often beat and scold her, and wants to divorce me, I was angry and killed her, and I really regret not being in the first place! ”

In this way, Feynman successfully solved the mystery.

In the depths of winter, it snowed heavily at ten o'clock in the evening, and the north wind was howling, hanging and hanging, as if it was going to blow the whole world cold......

A simple village family has not slept yet, and the lights are still on. Industrious village women feeding silkworms. Her husband has gone on a business trip and has no children, so she is the only one at home.

Suddenly, the north wind blew out the oil lamp, and the house was dark. A dark shadow appeared along with the rural woman's screams. The neighbors next door came to check on with torches. The neighbors were stunned, and the young woman was already dead, leaving only a frightened expression on her face.

Neighbors called the police, and the police arrived immediately. The scene was neat, free of any scratches or messes, and no fingerprints were left. There were obvious knife marks on the corpses, and the air was fresh. At that time, surveillance cameras had not yet been installed in the countryside, and the murderers were cautious, so no reliable clues have been found.

In desperation, the police invited a well-known detective at the time, Mr. Feynman. Mr. Feynman came to the scene of the crime and investigated it for a while. He was really powerful, and he immediately found clues.

Mr. Feynman said to the police, "Mr. Policeman, everyone knows that this is an intentional homicide, and it was slashed with a knife, right?" However, it was clearly killed by someone he knew. Officer Shad said, "Oh? What do you mean by that? Mr. Feynman said: "The suspect must have known that women would be dizzy when they smelled tobacco, so they called it silkworm breeding, deliberately put tobacco aromatherapy indoors, and closed doors and windows." It is the woman who faints. Officer Shad applauded and said, "It's Detective Feynman, so soon I know who the suspect is a woman." ”

The next morning, it was dawn, and there was a blanket of silver everywhere. Mr. Feynman returned to the scene of the crime. A pair of glove prints on the windowsill were found, along with a faint stain of blood. Mr. Feynman seemed to know something.

Mr. Feynman brought Officer Shad in. Mr. Feynman said, "I found this glove print, and based on this pattern, I guess it should be a good card. Officer Shad said, "What does this have to do with the suspect?" "It doesn't matter much, "just know who the owner of the glove is." ”

Mr. Feynman brought the woman's neighbors and showed them the glove print. A neighbor exclaimed, "Isn't this her husband's glove print?" Mr. Feynman smiled knowingly and said, "Let's call her husband, Officer Shad ." ”

Officer Shad handed the phone to Mr. Feynman, who called her husband, Fried. "Hello, Mr. Fried. I'm Mr. Feynman. "Oh oh, hello! Do you have anything to do with me? "Your wife was killed, you know?" "What? My wife was killed? "Yes, that's right." There was a sad cry on the other end of the line. "Please, do you know who killed you?" "Hmm...... I don't know, others are very good, and they don't have any grudges! At ten o'clock that night, I was sleeping! ”

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation, goodbye!" "Goodbye!"

Then, with a serious face, Mr. Feynman said, "Officer Shad please organize manpower immediately and arrest Mr. Fried!" Officer Shad said, "Why did you arrest him?" "You go and catch him first, and you'll know when you get caught."

Officer Shad sent someone to arrest Mr. Fried overnight.

Mr. Fried said, "Why did you arrest me? Mr. Feynman said, "Mr. Fried, you killed your wife that day!" Those gloves were custom-made in your factory, and I didn't tell you it happened at 10 o'clock in the evening, how would you know? Mr. Fried said, "This ...... Well, I did kill it. "Everyone present was shocked. Mr. Fried continued: "Because she thinks I often beat and scold her, and wants to divorce me, I was angry and killed her, and I really regret not being in the first place! ”

In this way, Feynman successfully solved the mystery.

In the depths of winter, it snowed heavily at ten o'clock in the evening, and the north wind was howling, hanging and hanging, as if it was going to blow the whole world cold......

A simple village family has not slept yet, and the lights are still on. Industrious village women feeding silkworms. Her husband has gone on a business trip and has no children, so she is the only one at home.

Suddenly, the north wind blew out the oil lamp, and the house was dark. A dark shadow appeared along with the rural woman's screams. The neighbors next door came to check on with torches. The neighbors were stunned, and the young woman was already dead, leaving only a frightened expression on her face.

Neighbors called the police, and the police arrived immediately. The scene was neat, free of any scratches or messes, and no fingerprints were left. There were obvious knife marks on the corpses, and the air was fresh. At that time, surveillance cameras had not yet been installed in the countryside, and the murderers were cautious, so no reliable clues have been found.

In desperation, the police invited a well-known detective at the time, Mr. Feynman. Mr. Feynman came to the scene of the crime and investigated it for a while. He was really powerful, and he immediately found clues.

Mr. Feynman said to the police, "Mr. Policeman, everyone knows that this is an intentional homicide, and it was slashed with a knife, right?" However, it was clearly killed by someone he knew. Officer Shad said, "Oh? What do you mean by that? Mr. Feynman said: "The suspect must have known that women would be dizzy when they smelled tobacco, so they called it silkworm breeding, deliberately put tobacco aromatherapy indoors, and closed doors and windows." It is the woman who faints. Officer Shad applauded and said, "It's Detective Feynman, so soon I know who the suspect is a woman." ”

The next morning, it was dawn, and there was a blanket of silver everywhere. Mr. Feynman returned to the scene of the crime. A pair of glove prints on the windowsill were found, along with a faint stain of blood. Mr. Feynman seemed to know something.