Da Niu's family of three died. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little locust tree rushed to inform the news.

Hua Wuyan hurried to Da Niu's house, but what he saw was the charred black ruins after the fire, which was exactly the same as the tragic situation in Loujia Village.

Several officers were inspecting the scene, surrounded by civilians.

"Uncle Niu!" After seeing such a scene, Hua Wuyan's eyes were about to crack.

A family of three, except for Da Niu's old lady who was paralyzed in bed, Da Niu and his daughter-in-law have recovered and have the ability to move. Besides, Da Niu is a middle-aged man in his thirties, in the prime of life, and he is fully capable of escaping with his mother on his back, and it is impossible for a family of three to be buried in the fire.

Besides, Da Niu's family is poor, so there is no fire in the cold autumn, and it is late at night when the incident occurs, and it will not be caused by cooking on the fire.

I am afraid that most of them will be murder!

Hua Wuyan was about to enter the scene to see what was going on, but was stopped by the errand: "The government is handling the case, and idle people are not allowed to enter!"

"This official brother, I am a close relative of the deceased, they died strangely, can you be accommodating, let the villain go and take a look, maybe you can provide some clues. "Hua Wuyan hugged his fists.

"You're not pretending, enter to see what you're doing, what should you do, go along!" the officer squinted, not buying.

"Please also ask the official to make it convenient. ”

Hua Wuyan took out some broken silver and quietly stuffed it into the hands of the messenger.

The messenger didn't hide the silver in his sleeve, and said awe-inspiringly: "For the sake of you and the deceased being close friends, I will allow you to go in and take a look, but you can only look at it, and you can't turn over the traces of the scene at will.

"Yes, the villain just admires the appearance of the deceased, and will not touch a brick or tile at will, thank you to the big brother. Hua Wuyan said with a fist.

Just as he was about to enter Da Niu's house, a warm voice came from behind: "This little brother, I know a little bit about the thin skills of coffin inspection, maybe I can help a little." ”

Hua Wuyan turned his head to look, and it was a thin scribe who was not very old and spoke.

"Then there is Brother Lao. Hua Wuyan nodded.

The thin scribe entered the house of the big cow with the servant.

Entering the scorched ruins, the pungent smell of burning came to the nostrils, and an old servant was covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, constantly looking around. The three charred corpses were spread flat on the kang, twitching into a ball, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the appearance before death.

"Brother Niu, grandma!" Hua Wuyan cried bitterly.

Seeing that the apprentice Xiaohuashu was safe, he thought that Master Du could lose his eight-character annotation, but he didn't think about it, but the family of three who had close contacts with him died in the fire.

Hua Wuyan wiped away the tears, hugged his fists at the old man and said, "My lord, my big brother Niu died of disaster or murder, I hope to tell you one or two." ”

"I'm just a helper, not an adult. The old man shook his head, "It's all burned like this, and the gods can't see it." Death from calamity is considered bad luck, but death from murder...... Then let's accept our fate. In these years, people's lives are cheap, and people like this poor can't eat enough, and they are better off dead than alive. ”

These remarks can be regarded as heart-to-heart.

"Killing people to pay for their lives, paying debts and paying debts, there are really people who have done this, and I will definitely seek justice for them. Hua Wuyan gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"How can you ask for it? Ask for it from whom? The dead man can't speak, you young man's tone is too big. The old man's wrinkled face was full of disdain.

"Not necessarily, the dead sometimes speak...... "The thin scribe paced.

He didn't come in with him just now, but now he walked around the courtyard to take a look, and after seeing the details one by one, he came to the scene of the incident.

"Oh, my tone is not small, I'm afraid I don't have that ability. The old man's tone was not good.

The thin scribe chuckled, but without replying, approached the three corpses, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out his hand to gently look at the corpses. After half a pillar of incense, the thin scribe took out a handkerchief, cleaned the stains on his hands, and stood solemnly.

"Young man, do you see anything wrong?" the old man snorted coldly.

The thin scribe said in a deep voice: "All three of them died by him!"

"What?!" Hua Wuyan exclaimed.

"Young man, you can't talk nonsense, what evidence do you have to prove that these three people died by him?"

The thin scribe explained softly, "Judging from the characteristics of the corpse, it should be a middle-aged man, an old woman and a young woman. ”

The old man nodded.

Although the corpse is charred and black, it is still possible to distinguish the sex and age of the deceased from certain characteristics, such as teeth and bones.

The thin scribe continued: "The old woman died in the fire, and the young man died at the hands of others, and then he was thrown into the fire. ”

"How can you see it?" the old man clearly did not believe it.

"The old woman died in the fire because she had soot in her mouth. ”

"That alone proves that the old woman died in the fire?" interrupted the old man.

The thin scribe explained: "When a living person is caught in a fire, and is forced by the fire to run and struggle, his mouth is open, and his veins come and go, and the ashes of the smoke will enter his mouth." The old woman must have suffered from a malignant disease in her legs before her death, and she was bedridden all the year round, resulting in small bones in her legs. And not only did she have soot in her mouth, but her whole body was much more charred than the other two, and she should have been burned alive. ”

Hearing that Da Niu Niang died so miserably, Hua Wuyan clenched his fists.

"If someone kills first, his mouth is closed, his breath stops, and no soot enters his mouth. There was only a small amount of soot in the mouth of the young man, and there were stab wounds in the sternum, so he must have been killed by a powerful man. But it's just a lot of strength, and it won't be a master of martial arts, otherwise the sternum will collapse or break. Of course, such a technique cannot be ruled out as a deliberate act by a martial arts master. The thin scribe spoke eloquently.

"What about the young woman's corpse?" the old man was obviously impressed by his autopsy technique, and his tone added respect.

"The young woman's corpse was obviously much lighter than the other two corpses burned. Just now I saw a violent indentation on the lawn in the courtyard, and there were footprints all around, presumably the female corpse was abused in every way before her death!"

The old man was dumbfounded.

"I know who it is, it must be the battlement!" Hua Wuyan shouted angrily.

"Oh?" the thin scribe gestured to continue.

"On the fifteenth day of this month, when Li Shan's family was giving away steamed buns, the two of them had a dispute, and Brother Da Niu was beaten hard by the buttle, just because the butt wanted to spoil the big cow's daughter-in-law!" Hua Wuyan was angry, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"How old are the buttresses?"

"Probably in his thirties. ”

"That's probably not, the mastermind should be an old man. ”

"What?!" Hua Wuyan decided that the mastermind was the buttress, but he didn't expect someone else.

The thin scribe took out a lock of gray hair from his sleeve, "This is what I found on the lawn just now, it should be a young woman who dragged it down with hatred when she was humiliated, although the sturdy man also has a lack of white head, but he will not give birth to such a hair color, it should be an old man over fifty." ”

"Whoever let you in, get out of here!"

A few people hurriedly broke in outside, and the Hua Wuyan who spoke had seen it when he was thanking the guests for wine--Xie Zhutou of the Yamen.

The thin scribe said: "I know a little about the autopsy skills, but I just want to share the worries of the government, and I hope you will forgive me." ”

Xie Zhutou waved his hand and sneered: "Forgive me for seeing a fart, trespassing on the scene of the murder, maybe it is the bold murderer who wants to destroy the traces." Bring me back to the yamen, and give you a taste of the board first!"

Yi next to the thin scribe stepped forward, took out his waist knife, and held it horizontally in front of him, "Who dare!"

Xie Zhutou was ruthless and shouted: "If you dare to resist arrest, give it to me, whether you live or die!"

Yi took out something from his baggage and said proudly: "Look carefully, this is our Jiannan Dao Pusher, Lord Song!"

This thing is the official disc, which indicates the identity of the thin scribe - the official of Jiannan Province.

is the fourth grade, which is two levels higher than the Lord of the Honshu Thorn History!

The officials were momentarily stunned.

They are not even low-ranking officials, but they are a pusher--a high position that is really unattainable for them.

Xie Zhutou was still flexible, and hurriedly knelt on one knee on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Please forgive the officials for being blind, please forgive me!"

The thin scribe ignored him, and turned to Hua Wuyan cautiously: "This official will give your relatives and friends justice." ”

Hua Wuyan hadn't eased up, he only knew that he nodded frequently, and it wasn't until the thin scribe came out of the ruins that he chased after him and asked, "My lord, if you really decide this case, go to Michun Tower to find me, and I will invite you to drink." ”

The thin scribe chuckled, "Good." After handling this case, the official will go to you to beg for a drink. ”

"My lord, can you tell me your name?" Hua Wuyan asked at him.

The thin scribe smiled, "This official Song Ci." ”