The madwoman led them to the last row of dilapidated village houses, pointed to a coat rope in front of them, and said, "This is it!"

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Long Zihan pointed to the clothes on them and asked, "Eldest sister, come and see, how is the needlework of these clothes?"

The female madwoman walked over and commented while looking at it: "This piece is not from the pattern embroidery workshop, this one is like, this one is also ......"

At this time, a woman came out of a village house and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Long Zihan asked politely, "May I ask you, where are these clothes?"

The woman glanced at a few of them and said, "The head of the family!"

Long Zihan walked straight into the house, and his eyes were full of white. Above the main hall, there is a big word "lay".

In the middle of the hall, there is a coffin. An old woman was lying in a coffin, still holding a round fan in her hand, and the old fairy had apparently been dead for a long time.

There was a tablet in front of the coffin, and in the iron basin in front of the tablet, there was burnt soot.

At this time, a thin and thin man walked out and asked, "...... are the two?"

"Oh, hello, there's a madman out there stealing your clothes, do you want to check it out. ”

When the man heard this, he hurriedly went out to find out.

Long Zihan immediately brought the hand table, took the fan in the old man's hand and observed it himself.

Zhao Xiaohu pointed to the round fan bone and asked, "What's wrong here?"

There is a dark mark on the fan bone, which looks very obvious.

Long Zihan said: "The fan bone is made of bamboo, and after the blood seeps in, it is not easy to clean up after a certain period of time. ”

Then, Long Zihan looked towards the kitchen next to him, and there was a bowl of oil next to the stove. And there are two cleaned ducks in the basin next to it.

He snorted coldly and said, "Everything you're looking for is here!"

Zhao Xiaohu asked inexplicably, "What are you looking for?"

Erin said to Zhao Xiaohu: "You better do what you can!"

Zhao Xiaohu asked, "For example?"

Erin knocked on Zhao Xiaohu's tiger head and said, "For example, you should hurry up and find the nearest phone booth now, call back to the bureau, and let our family Yiren come over to collect evidence immediately!"

Zhao Xiaohu immediately nodded in response: "Oh, I'll go now!"

At this time, the man came outside and took a look, and there was indeed a piece of clothing missing from the clothesline.

He asked the madwoman, "Where's my black blouse?

At this time, Long Zihan and Erin walked out.

The madwoman said, "Who are you, you dare to shout at Miss Ben, you are impatient!"

The man angrily pointed at the madman and said, "You...... You're ......."

And it was this one who stretched out his hand and pointed at it, revealing a wound on his forearm.

Before he could say anything, Long Zihan immediately walked over, grabbed the man's wrist, and lifted his sleeve up.

Sure enough, there was an extremely deep wound there.

Long Zihan looked at the man and asked in a cold voice, "Excuse me, how did this injury on your hand come from?"

The man's face changed suddenly, he withdrew his hand, his eyes widened, and he asked vigilantly, "Who are you? Why should I answer your question? Give me back the fan!"

Long Zihan raised his hand and avoided him, then took out his documents and said in a cold voice: "Police!"

I saw that the man's face became more and more ugly.

Long Zihan said: "We are now investigating a homicide case, and I hope you will cooperate." ”

The man pursed his lips, his expression flustered and his expression stiff.

Long Zihan asked, "What's your name?"

"Song Qianyue!"

Long Zihan said, "Mr. Song Qianyue, now please answer the question I just asked. How did you get this wound on your hand?"

Song Qianyue replied: "I accidentally paddled it while working!"

Long Zihan's expression was indifferent, and he did not make a judgment of 'believe' or 'disbelieve' his answer.

He changed the question and asked, "Where were you last night between 10 and 11 o'clock?"

Song Qianyue replied: "My mother died, and she kept filial piety for three days, and she didn't go anywhere last night, and she kept filial piety at home." ”

Long Zihan asked again: "Can anyone prove it?"

Song Qianyue shook his head, "It's me at home, and there is no one to prove." ”

Long Zihan asked, "When did your mother die?"

Song Qianyue replied, "The night before yesterday!"

Long Zihan looked at Song Qianyue's nervous expression, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know the goddess Zhang Danfeng?"

Song Qianyue immediately said in a loud voice: "I don't know! I don't know any goddess!"

Erin snorted coldly and said, "Why are you so nervous if you don't know you?"

Without waiting for Song Qianyue to open his mouth to refute, Erin said again: "Your facial expression tells me that you are very nervous and scared, and you just raised your voice and repeatedly denied that you don't know the goddess because you are lying!"

"What the hell are you talking about, I don't understand!"

Long Zihan took out a photo of Zhang Danfeng and said, "Take the photo of the goddess and ask the neighbors nearby."

Song Qianyue looked stunned, and then said, "What about acquaintance? I don't know her very well." ”

Long Zihan said: "Your mother is terminally ill and has no cure, so five days ago, you invited the goddess Zhang Danfeng and asked her to give your mother good luck and avoid evil, right?"

The corners of Song Qianyue's mouth moved slightly, and he didn't speak, just nodded hesitantly.

Long Zihan said: "However, after she received your mother's double-sided embroidered fan, it did not have the effect of eliminating the disaster, and your mother still died the night before." Last night, you went to the mother-in-law's house and asked her for your mother's relics, but she refused to return them. ”

When Song Qianyue heard this, his eyes gradually became complicated from the panic and nervousness just now.

Long Zihan continued: "When you were about to snatch things back, Zhang Danfeng casually picked up a three-edged knife to scare you. Then, in the fight for the double-sided embroidered fan, you successfully knocked out the triangular knife in her hand, but scratched your hand. ”

At this moment, Song Qianyue only felt that the blood in his whole body was gradually freezing. He stood here, listening to Long Zihan's narration movingly.

Sketch that picture in your mind......

Long Zihan continued: "You didn't see it at the time, the triangular knife fell on the toolbox. When Zhang Danfeng pounced on you again, ready to take back the double-sided embroidered fan, you reflexively pushed her. Just as the goddess fell to the ground, the back of her neck was instantly pierced by the three-edged knife on the toolbox because of the impact force. ”