Today, there is an unsolved murder case in the city.

A farmer's wife was killed, and the main suspect was the farmer himself.

But the peasant argued: "How can I kill my own wife? Besides, I wasn't at home at all that day, how could I kill her? I know, I went out to hide from my debts that day, and it must have been the person who collected the debt who killed my wife and blamed me! Please check it out! ”

He was so well-founded that in order to preserve his reputation, the prefect of the city had to start investigating the case.

The governor first put the peasant in prison, and then he went to the city, and earnestly inquired about the neighbors, and received the reply that the peasant did owe money, and that he owed money to people from other towns.

Every time a creditor from another city came to collect a debt, the peasant would go out and disappear, and it would be nearly a day's walk from city to city, and the creditor was reluctant to hire a carriage for so many servants, so he came with the servants to collect the debt.

The peasant had been hiding and hiding from this debt for nearly two years, and it was not surprising that the creditor was angry, killed his wife, and then blamed the peasant, expecting him to be punished by the samurai.

So the governor himself sent a chariot to contact the warriors of that city, and within half a day, the creditor returned with the chief's carriage.

It stands to reason that this case should be closed, how can it still be closed?

It turned out that no matter how long the creditor was tortured by the chief, he refused to admit that he had killed himself, and his servants also hurried to the neighbors around him, pointing out that on the day the farmer's wife was killed, the creditor was sleeping at home, and one of his servants knocked over the lamp and was driven out by him.

When the chief heard it, this is not right, there is such a clear incident? So he took the servant and called him as well, and then questioned the neighbors several times, and the result was that some of the servants had really been expelled from the creditor's house.

Now he wondered, one of these two people was lying, so who was lying?

At this point, it can be regarded as the part that can be over: beat the peasant, settle the blame on him, and the matter is over.

But some people want to protect the peasants, and some people want to protect the creditors.

He couldn't offend either side to the end, so it became an unsolved case.

"Lord Komingdi, please come here." The guard beckoned a tall, pink-haired woman and led her to the scene of the crime.

The guard muttered in his heart: Can this woman do a good job of investigating the case? And this pink hair, it's Nanban, right? It won't be Gillichidan, right? Although it is said that it is the so-called detective recommended by those samurai, it is really reliable-

"Hmm......" The guard could feel a sharp murderous aura swirling towards his head.

The guard turned his head stiffly, his head almost instinctively empty.

I saw that the woman glanced at him with a nonchalant smile, and there seemed to be a lot of charm in her eyes, but he felt a chill from the hot summer, choosing people to eat.

"I can hear you."

She dropped the words, shook off the guards, and disappeared into the crowd.

Gu Ming Dijue did not enter the mansion, she stubbornly thought that officials and businessmen were disgusting, and she didn't want to read the hearts of these people.

It's as black as ink.

She shook off all the guards who followed her, and floated like a ghost to the peasant's house.

She read the hearts of the farmer's family and their neighbors.

It is like a bone scraper, pulling out a trace of clues from the chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Then, she disappeared in place.

The servants could see nothing, and operated as they normally would.

They were confident that their master would soon return to their home because someone was protecting him.

The sense is gone.

Half a day later, a tall woman with pink hair and a tall woman with green hair appeared at the door of the chief's house.

The pink-haired Ko Ming Jijue holds a blood-stained hoe in his hand, while the green-haired woman holds a wooden stick that is about to be soaked with blood.

"This case is solved." She announced loudly.

"The witness is here!" She pointed to two different people with inexplicable faces, and then she shook the hoe in her hand: "The physical evidence is here!" ”

What kind of human and physical evidence? The chief has a question mark.

She smiled and didn't speak, turned her head and asked the first neighbor: "When did your rice get there?" ”

As if controlled, the man took something out of his bosom and said the truth: "This rice was taken from *** (the name of the creditor) and was given to us by *** lord." ”

"All the gentlemen here, please see, is this rice new rice or old rice?" She handed the rice to the men, and there was no doubt that it was damp, husked old chaff rice.

Wait a minute! Shelling?

"Exactly. It was not unusual for a samurai to have a surplus of rice in their homes, but the fact that there was a large amount of shy chaff rice in the samurai's home was clearly not in line with the samurai's style. Gu Ming Dijue explained.

Then, she continued to ask the man holding the rice: "How much rice did he send to you?" ”

"That's a lot...... A lot of people have received rice. ”

There is no shortage of rice in his home, but if the rice is damp, the storage time will be greatly reduced, but I have not heard of this creditor buying rice in large quantities recently, not to mention how can the creditor's house still have bad storage!

Other words...... These rice, these wet rice, were given to him by someone else! In order not to let this rice affect the other rice in the rice barn, he did good deeds and gave these rice to the farmers!

Gu Ming Dijue quietly opened the corner of the truth, and then, she changed to someone and asked, "When was the last time you went to the hook fence?" ”

"Just the other day." This man turned out to be a prostitute, and he generously stated his itinerary.

"Look, do you know this person?" Out of nowhere, he took out a scroll and spread it out, revealing a portrait of the deceased, the farmer's wife.

The man pondered for a while, and finally nodded: "Yes!" I've been ordering this guy before! ”

Gu Ming Dijue shook his head, sighed, and then took the blood-stained wooden stick in his hand and told the story.

"The farmer owes money to his creditors, mainly because of all kinds of calamities that have befallen him, and he has to borrow money. The successive disasters made him almost insane, and the weight of life almost crushed him. ”

"My wife accidentally poured water into the rice warehouse, which became the last opportunity."

In order to lose money, he first gave all his rice to the creditor and delayed it for a while. But then the family had nothing to eat, so he reached out to his wife. ”

"At first, the wife was submissive, the neighbors and his family turned a blind eye, and the farmer gave most of the money he earned to the creditor, but this was not enough."

"So he thought of suicide, but a sinful thought was born in his head."

"He first cut his wife, then he moistened the stick with her blood, and then he took the stick to the creditor's house, told him that he was going to pay the debt tomorrow, and told the creditor to come to him, and then he threw the stick into the creditor's house."

"When he got home, he got his wife's consent, killed her, threw the knife at the door, and went out in the morning on his own."

"If it's just an ordinary detective, I'm afraid that this story will turn into forcing good people to become prostitutes, and being angry and killing people."

Gu Ming Dijue shook his head and closed one of his eyes: "It's a pity it's me, it's a pity it's me." ”

Then, she took Gu Ming Dilian, left the chief's house, and left the stunned crowd.

"Tired?"

"I also want to ask you, Xiaolian, are you tired?"

"I'm tired. I don't want to see stories like this again. ”

"Alright, let's go back."

"Hmm."