Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to be over, the case will be put down, and if there is a new case after the New Year, this case may become an unsolved case. You can't just two cases in a row!

Yeats patted his head, "It seems that it can only be widely advertised." ”

Zhao Bai asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Yeats asked rhetorically: "Have you forgotten Lord Zhao that we use bone to depict the image?" ”

"yes!" Zhao Bai said with a smile, "In the past, bones alone could be painted, but now this corpse still has some skin attached, so it's better to draw a picture than bones." ”

The two of them said they would do it, and hurriedly rushed to Yizhuang to paint a portrait of the half-rotted corpse, and there were thousands of copies of each painting, "Paste these at the mouth of each alley, and someone will always recognize them." ”

The effect of the portrait was really good, and the day after the yamen was posted, someone found the Dali Temple, and the door gate introduced people to Yeats and others.

A portrait of a young lady revealed.

Zhang Jin asked, "Who are you?" ”

The little lady shed tears before she spoke, "It's my brother." ”

Teng Chong stepped forward and asked, "How are you sure it's your brother?" ”

The little lady explained: "There is a black mole at the intersection of the neck and ears of the portrait, which looks like a portrait originally, and when I see it again, I confirm that he is my eldest brother who goes out to make a lot of money." ”

Speaking of this mole, the corpse is half decomposed, originally this mole is not obvious, if you don't look carefully, you think it is a rotten spot, Yeats pondered it and put it on the portrait, sure enough, it has characteristics, which is more convenient for people to identify the corpse.

Yeats and others hurriedly took the little lady to Yizhuang, and when she saw the half-rotten clothes, and then saw the indigo satin purse embroidered with Tilian, she took it in her hands, held it in front of her hands, and burst into tears.

"Big brother...... Eldest brother...... It's my big brother......"

Yeats frowned, his sister embroidered her brother and Tilian purse? She had goosebumps all over her body, but as a case officer, she still had to be quiet.

waited until the little lady had cried enough before Yeats asked about the case.

"Name, where do you live......

The little ladies came one by one.

"My family's surname is Shen, I live in Pifang Street, run a small leather shop, my family's leather shop is mainly to take the fresh skins from the guests to tann cooked skins and then give them to the guests, on a manual fee, is an authentic craftsman.

The Shen family has three generations in Pifang Street, and my brother is the fourth generation, and my brother's craftsmanship has completely inherited my father's, and even my father said that my brother is blue and blue, and his craftsmanship is better than that of his grandfather, so the Shen family's business has been good, and my family's small life in Pifang Street is not bad.

But ......"

Shen Xiaoniang seems to be caught in something unspeakable.

The cooked production of fur, also known as nitrate or tanning, is a process of transforming raw hides into cooked skins.

Seeing that she was reluctant to speak, Yeats took a deep breath, "Shen Niangzi, if you don't say it, how can we find out the murderer?" ”

"That's it!" Shen Xiaoniang sighed deeply, "It's a long story, as a craftsman, especially fur nitrate, is greatly affected by the season, autumn and winter are the peak season, but spring and summer can not skip eating, my brother and others partner to sell porcelain bowls, in spring, sell a boat stationed by the canal, although the income is not much, but every day there is income, and the life can go on."

Three years ago, my brother often did not return home at night, my sister-in-law was uneasy, just take care of him, adults should know, often run outside the man is willing to give his mother-in-law care, the two quarrel every day, so noisy that the neighbors can't listen, and then I learned that my brother is married to a married woman, all the money earned for her to spend, and even divorced my sister-in-law, my father has died of illness, there is only one old mother, the family has complete grandchildren, how can my mother let her son hook up outside, so let him come back, not allowed to sell porcelain, at first my brother refused, Later, my mother wanted to find death to stop my brother, but after a while, my brother said that there were too many skins on the street and he couldn't make money, so he went directly to the northwest to collect the skins and come back to the nitrate, saving himself from buying other people's skins and not making money, so he never came back. ”

"Then why didn't you go to the yamen to report the disappearance?"

"Last winter, my brother sent a letter back, so my mother and sister-in-law thought that my brother eloped with a woman and didn't want us, so they washed their faces with tears at home all day......"

Little Lady Shen couldn't cry again, "If I hadn't seen the portrait you posted, I wouldn't have known at all...... I didn't know he had been killed......" She knelt down in front of the corpse and lay on the ground and wept bitterly.

Without his father, his brother is the pillar of the family, but he didn't expect to be killed, in the past three years, the life of the three women must be difficult!

Yeats shook his head and sighed.

"Since you're sure it's your brother, sign it here."

Zhao Bai took the paperwork and asked Shen Xiaoniang to sign.

After Shen Xiaoniang signed, she knelt in front of everyone: "Please make the decision for Xiaomin and catch the murderer of my brother." ”

"The murderer will definitely be caught." Yeats asked, "Do you know who your brother's concubine is?" ”

Little Lady Shen shook her head, "My brother never tells us anything outside. ”

Ancient machismo, Yeats believed this, and she asked, "Do you know who the man who sold porcelain with him was?" ”

"You know, this man came to our house and drank."

Yeats found his partner who sold porcelain with the deceased Shen Biao - Zhu Peng, a small merchant in his early thirties, who was a shrewd philistine with a mouth, and was very kind and wealthy.

Yeats smiled, didn't answer his words, and looked around his house.

Two in and two out, just one entrance to the door of the wall is taller and heavier than the ordinary people's house, at a glance there is a family background, it is a well-off family.

Yeats didn't sit down politely at all, the host just didn't answer when he spoke, until a woman brought tea, she took the tea and drank it before she spoke, "Master Zhu still remembers Shen Biao!" ”

"Remember, of course remember, what's wrong? I heard that he went to the northwest to sell skins, and he hasn't been back for several years, and I don't know what is going on? After speaking, there was a sense of brotherhood.

Yeats smiled faintly, "He was killed." ”

"Ah......" Zhu Peng looked surprised, so surprised that the tea almost spilled, "What's the matter?" ”

Yeats bowed his head and drank tea.

Teng Chong's expression froze, "Zhu Peng, someone has seen you quarrel with Shen Biao, what's the matter?" ”

Zhu Peng looked wronged, "My lord, Mr. Guan, did you listen to the people by the canal, it is normal for men to do business together and disagree!" That time, Brother Shen sold a boatload of large plates and plates and no one wanted them, and I was angry that he didn't listen to my persuasion and didn't sell black kiln bowls to sell them, so he had to smash the goods in his hands, so he had a big quarrel. ”

"Master Zhu, I remember the quarrel three years ago, I remember it too clearly!"

Zhu Peng's face turned white, and he instantly knelt in front of Yeats, "My lord, why do I remember what happened before, is there anything wrong?" We businessmen buy and sell, if we don't remember things in our minds, won't we lose so much that we can't even afford to eat? ”