"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Zhang Yichi asked.

The boy replied, "My grandfather told me to rest at home." ”

Zhang Yichi felt that he had asked too many questions, and it seemed a little inappropriate, so he stopped asking, took out a bun and handed it to the boy: "Rest for a while, eat something." ”

"I don't eat it." The boy was a little wary.

"Eat." Zhang Yichi stuffed one, and then ate it himself.

Seeing that Zhang Yichi was eating very fragrantly, the boy swallowed his saliva and took a small bite.

Seeing that the boy was eating, Zhang Yichi knew that the boy's vigilance against himself had been greatly weakened: "Is your grandfather's surname Sun?" ”

"Hmm." The boy ate with relish.

The dog that the boy was leading was very similar to the one he saw in Uncle Sun's yard last night, so he had a little guess before, and after he asked just now, the relationship between the boy and Uncle Sun was basically determined.

"Do you usually come here at this point?" Zhang Yichi slowly shifted the topic to the focus of his attention.

"Hmm." The boy smacked.

Zhang Yichi pondered for a while, organized his language and said: "When you came the day before yesterday, did you see anyone on this road?" ”

The boy stopped eating buns and looked at Zhang Yichi silently.

Zhang Yichi laughed: "I am friends with your grandfather, and I have been to your house, there are two trees in front of your house, right?" ”

The boy stared at Zhang Yichi for a few seconds before saying, "...... When you come, you see. ”

Zhang Yichi nodded slightly, a little disappointed.

"When I came back, I saw Teacher Zhang and Grandma Liu." The boy said again.

"Huh?" Zhang Yichi's eyes lit up, and he was still a little puzzled, "Liu ...... Grandmother? ”

"Well, it's Grandpa Wang's new wife." The boy said.

"Wang Shimin, Liu Cuilan, are they? Teacher Zhang is Zhang Nanyang? Zhang Yichi soon realized who the boy was talking about.

As for why the boy is called the young Grandma Liu Cuilan, it is estimated that it is because of his seniority. After all, Chen Chunsheng and Zhang Nanyang have to be called Uncle Wang Shimin, and Wang Shimin, the village head, and Uncle Sun are obviously of the same generation.

"Hmm." The boy ate the bun again.

"What time will you be back?"

"Do you know, it's more than ten o'clock."

Zhang Yichi conservatively estimated the boy at ten o'clock, and Liu Cuilan's death time was further compressed to between ten and twelve o'clock.

He didn't expect the boy to really know about such a big thing.

"When you went down the mountain to go home, did you see Zhang Nanyang and Liu Cuilan going up the mountain?" Zhang Yichi continued to ask.

"When I came down the mountain, I saw them underneath." The boy pointed to the bottom of the mountain road.

Zhang Yichi looked to the side: "What are they doing?" ”

"If you quarrel, how dare I say hello and go quietly."

"Where did you probably go to see them?"

"Up front." The boy said that he was going to take Zhang Yichi over.

"After eating the buns, go over, don't be in a hurry." Zhang Yichi stopped the boy who was gradually becoming enthusiastic.

After eating, they were almost rested, and the two set off again.

After walking some further distance, the boy stopped and pointed to a place under the mountain road: "I remember this is it." ”

Zhang Yichi stood on the side of the mountain road and overlooked the below, which was still some distance away from the place of Liu Cuilan's death, indicating that Liu Cuilan and Zhang Nanyang walked into the mountains after arguing here.

Why did Zhang Nanyang quarrel with Liu Cuilan? And to come to such a remote place?

Could it be Zhang Nanyang who killed Liu Cuilan?

Zhang Yichi looked down and thought.

Now he is biased in his heart that Zhang Nanyang is the murderer.

On the one hand, Zhang Nanyang is the most educated person in the village, and it is estimated that only he can do it to transfer Liu Cuilan to the second scene and fake it as a fall.

On the one hand, Zhang Nanyang and Liu Cuilan had a quarrel, although I don't know why they quarreled, but this was enough to have a motive for committing the crime.

On the other hand, the little boy is an eyewitness, and I am afraid that Uncle Sun is also afraid that the child will tell the truth, so the child did not come out yesterday. This also makes sense on the basis of the villagers shielding the murderer, but I don't understand why Uncle Sun went to his house in the middle of the night to find out the news?

Zhang Yichi felt that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and he planned to go back to Zhang Nanyang for questioning and making a final confirmation. Once it is decided, it will immediately prove that Zhang Nanyang is the murderer.

"You can take these buns and eat them." There were two more buns in the bag Zhang Yichi was carrying, he handed them to the little boy, and admonished, "Don't tell your grandfather about seeing me, your grandfather definitely doesn't want you to tell the matter, right?" Don't make your grandpa angry, he's that old, isn't he? ”

"Hmm." The boy took the bun and should put it down.

Zhang Yichi rubbed the boy's head and returned the same way.

On the way back, Zhang Yichi lit a cigarette and was a little uncertain.

Now the two people he mainly suspects are Zhang Nanyang and Wang Shiren.

Wang Shiren's biggest suspicion is that there were his footprints at the scene of the first crime, and he deceived Zhang Yichi that the tricycle was broken, which made Zhang Yichi dispel the idea of seeking support.

Zhang Nanyang's suspicion is that some witnesses saw him and Liu Cuilan having a quarrel not far from the crime site, and he was wearing the same shoes as Wang Shiren, so the footprints at the crime scene may also be his.

Both of them are very likely.

Fortunately, Zhang Yichi has a total of two opportunities to testify, if the first testimony against Zhang Nanyang fails, then Wang Shiren will be the murderer, and he can use the last opportunity to testify against Wang Shiren.

There was also a considerable distance on the way back, but Zhang Yichi felt that he was close to the truth, and he walked quickly and rushed directly to Zhang Nanyang's house.

Zhang Nanyang happened to be at home, he was sitting in the courtyard holding a book to read, and when he saw Zhang Yichi coming, he immediately got up with some surprise: "Brother Zhang, why are you here?" ”

"It's okay to do it, let's go shopping." Zhang Yichi put his hands behind his back, looking like he was taking a leisurely walk.

"Come sit down." Zhang Nanyang brought a chair to Zhang Yichi.

After Zhang Yichi sat down, Zhang Nanyang immediately stepped forward and handed over the cigarette: "Brother, smoke." ”

"No, no, I just finished pumping." Zhang Yichi declined.

"Oh." Zhang Nanyang sat next to Zhang Yichi, "I was reading a book just now, and I lived to learn all the time." ”

Zhang Yichi knew that this was Zhang Nanyang showing him, and it seemed that Zhang Nanyang still didn't give up.

"It's good, I see your efforts, you are a good seedling, maybe you can do a great career after you go out." Zhang Yichi changed his previous disapproval of Zhang Nanyang and praised him greatly.

"Brother, can I do it?" Zhang Nanyang's eyes lit up, and his joy was beyond words.

"It will definitely work, I will take you out after the case is completed this time and introduce you to a good job. It's time to make a lot of money, but don't forget me. Zhang Yichi said tentatively.

"Can I forget you? Brother, you are my Bole, I have been waiting for you for too long! Zhang Nanyang was about to cry.

Zhang Yichi patted Zhang Nanyang on the shoulder: "Go and change into good clothes, I'll see how it is, it's also important to go out to find a job image." ”

"Yes, yes, brother, you're right, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles!" Zhang Nanyang said and walked to the house, "You give me advice." ”

Zhang Yichi got up and followed, staring at Zhang Nanyang expressionlessly.

I saw Zhang Nanyang open the wardrobe and pick out a piece of clothing that looked okay, and then took off his shirt, revealing the scratches on his arms.