So, Zhu Xiang had to ask He Shun to re-compare.

Then translate the meaning of the action one by one.

Di Ying asked Xiang Huanfan: "Do you see what's coming?" ”

It's not about listening, it's about seeing.

Huan Fan is a very bold person, he speaks straightly, and when he heard the question, he replied: "He Shun twice, no, it is the same gesture as when he turned himself in."

My lord, isn't this more indicative of the fact that the lower official has not made a mistake? He clearly remembered the crime he had committed, and he regretted it very much. ”

Di Ying listened, and did not say whether Huan Fan's answer was right or wrong, but asked He Shun to repeat the comparison again.

The life in prison was not easy, and the young He Shun and the whole person have always been in a relatively painful and numb state. Let the movement be moved, let the action be done.

Stiff and rigid.

This time, without waiting for Master Di to ask, Huan Fan simply said it himself.

"It's still the same. Is there anything wrong with that? Four times, the height, strength, and even amplitude of his gestures were almost identical, doesn't that prove that he is not lying? ”

Di Ying smiled and asked, "What about Zhu Xiang?" What about each gesture? ”

These words startled Zhu Xiang first.

He hurriedly gestured and thought about whether he had done anything wrong.

Thinking about it, he knelt down......

He found that each time he made a comparison, there was a difference from the previous one. Some gestures are more, others are less.

Gestures are not single, they also need to be matched with expressions.

Expressions, on the other hand, change with emotions.

When Zhu Xiang was asked to repeat it over and over again, he inevitably became dissatisfied and made a mistake.

Three translations: one is dead, one is not far from death, and there is only one left.

This is wrong again, and Zhu Xiang's soul is about to be scared.

Huan Fan is not clear.

Di Ying asked him: "When you went to handle the dispute yesterday, did you cross the river?" Scratched on the back of your hand? ”

"Well, little things. They made a lot of noise, grabbed mud and smashed people, and didn't pay attention to smashing the lower officials and others. On the way back, there was a river, and we went down to clean it.

Isn't the 'ban on fishing and shrimp' abolished? Xia Guan wanted to touch a fish and bring it back. I accidentally let the sharp rocks at the bottom of the river be scratched, and it was not in the way. Huan Fan nodded and explained.

Di Ying smiled, smiled and asked again.

Huan Fan: "......"

He didn't know what Master Di meant, but Shangguan had an order and had to obey.

He puffed out his cheeks and replied again.

"When they were about to fight, the subordinate arrived with someone and pulled them away. But they still moved their mouths and grabbed mud and threw each other.

Xia Guan and his own people were thrown into the mud. When I went back, I passed by a small river, so I simply went down to wash.

Xia Guan still wants to touch a fish and stew soup at home, and the ban has finally been lifted, so why not fight the tooth sacrifice?

Who knew that there was a stone at the bottom of the river that was relatively sharp, and the lower officials didn't pay attention to it for a while, so they were scratched off, a small thing. ”

After Huan Fan finished speaking, look at Master Di. I think this time, adults should be satisfied, right?

As a result, I heard Master Di ask him to answer again.

Huan Fan: "...... My lord, didn't the lower officials say it clearly enough?

Di Ying raised her hand and motioned to come again.

Huan Fan was a little angry and glared at Di Ying.

It's a pity that no matter how much you stare at it, you can't disobey the order.

He grinded his back molars angrily and said, "It's really not a big deal, didn't you just scratch it?" Who knew that the rocks at the bottom of the river were sharper?

I didn't pay attention: let me hang up when I was fishing, it didn't get in the way, and it didn't delay my going to the ya. The contradictions of the villagers were also resolved.

In recent times, most of the contradictions that can arise are due to the problem of water diversion and irrigation, and it is not difficult to solve.

My lord, are you satisfied? ”

Di Ying nodded, nodded and asked him, "Why are your answers different three times?" ”

"How can it be exactly the same? The mood is different every time. There will be a difference between what I think and what I say, how normal ......"

Huan Fan opened his mouth and came, talking and talking, but his voice was stuck in his throat.

He knew he was wrong.

It's been half a year, and He Shun's gestures are exactly the same as when he turned himself in; I did it three times just now, and it's still exactly the same.

At this time, Di Ying said out loud: "A person, even if he is asked to recall what just happened, he will not remember all the details too clearly.

Every time I say it, there will be some deviations. Unless: I have memorized it deliberately, or I have practiced it over and over again. ”

As he spoke, Di Ying raised his hand to let Zhu Xiang get up, "Zhu Xiang, you tell He Shun that the fatal wound on the body of the person he killed was a knife wound, not an axe mark. Ask him what kind of people he killed? ”

This time, Zhu Xiang was much more careful and serious.

As soon as He Shun finished reading Zhu Xiang's gesture, he stood up "awkwardly", shook his head vigorously, and slapped his chest vigorously, looking very anxious.

But the movements in the hands are analogous: one is a knife, the other is an axe, and then "ahhhhhhhh

Without Zhu Xiang's translation, everyone present could understand He Shun's meaning: whether it was a knife or an axe, he killed it anyway. He killed him.

Di Ying asked He Shun again: "Do you have a family?" Do you have any friends? ”

In the previous question, He Shun shook his head, and the latter nodded.

Ask him again where his friend is?

He pursed his lips and refused to answer.

Di Ying turned around and went to the bookcase, and drew a picture with a pen.

A room, a tall man at the door: the lines were very black, and the man's face was empty and white.

The window of the room was open, and inside, there was a tied man: a person who could not distinguish the gender.

After painting, let He Shun see.

He Shun didn't react, his face tense.

And when Di Ying changed the white-faced man to Luan Chao's face, He Shun shrunk.

Not only did the pupils shrink, but the whole person also shrank back.

But he still didn't react to the situation of the kidnapped people in the house, and his face was still tense.

Seeing this, Di Ying thought about it and drew a new one.

Luan Chao pushed a pile of silver to people of all genders and dressed in tatters.

He Shun pinned an axe to his waist and went to cut people.

Di Ying asked Zhu Xiang to translate this painting.

He Shun shook his head vigorously, refusing to look at the painting or answer.

Di Ying painted again.

In the case file: there is a portrait of the deceased Li Zhan.

In Di Ying's painting this time, Li Zhan's face was clearly depicted.

Only Li Zhan did not carry the burden.

After painting and showing it to He Shun, He Shun looked dazed.

Di Ying's eyes moved, and he re-painted.

He Shun killed Li Zhan, who was carrying a burden and selling tofu.

Luan Chao gave He Shun a sum of silver.

He Shun gave the money to the man regardless of gender, and then turned himself in.

As soon as the painting was finished, He Shun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hugged his head with both hands, hoping to bury his head in his knees.

And after a breath, the gesture that he had made when he turned himself in was very urgent, and he made a gesture again and again.