Di Ying signaled to Liu Liu and locked up Aunt Pu in the stove house.

And seeing that his father and mother were driven out and locked up one by one, Brother Park's legs couldn't help but tremble.

Di Ying looked at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to him with a sense of oppression: "If you don't say anything else, you will have to go back to the official office with us." ”

Brother Park immediately replied.

"It's the east wing, the east wing. The bed in the left room is on the couch. ”

Di Ying raised her feet and went to the east wing, and said by the way: "Keep up." ”

Brother Park looked left and right, and saw that there was really no one to rely on to support, so he had to follow with trembling legs and trembling.

Walking to the edge of the bed on the left side, Di Ying looked at the front of the bed, the solid dirt floor, some dark brown marks, squatted down, twisted some with his fingers, and put it under the tip of his nose to smell it.

Then sprinkle it off.

He took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, straightened up, and then pointed to the end of the bed corresponding to this trace, and asked Park Zan's younger brother unhurriedly.

"Is his head resting on this side when he sleeps?"

Brother Park nodded vigorously.

Di Ying squatted down again and reached out to measure the height of the bed board to the ground. Then he stood in front of the bed, stretched out his hand, and made a virtual press motion.

Park Chan: Age is about 20 years old; Weight around 58 kg; Height: about 167 cm. Skinny.

Di Ying calculated the possible height and weight of the murderer if he wanted to exert so much strength smoothly, and then tried to bend down and press down.

When it was determined that the murderer committed the murder, the hand and arm that were used at the beginning of the attack were almost straight.

And the murderer did not bend over much.

In other words: it's a clean start.

Finally, he threw away the sickle and covered the palm of one hand again, covering the person hard to prevent Park Chan from screaming and struggling.

According to measurements and calculations, the height of the murderer was approximately: about 162 centimeters; Approximate weight: around 70 kg.

Di Ying looked back: Brother Pu, who is about 170 centimeters tall.

Then he asked him, "Is your brother very annoying in Zhuangzi?" ”

Brother Park listened to the question and flinched.

After a few breaths, he nodded in cringe.

Zhiwu said: "No, no one likes him. He, he beat chickens and dogs, and bullied the elderly and children. I also like to be outside other people's house walls...... Poop pee.

Especially、I especially like、I like to run around barefoot......

There is no one in the Zhuangzi who does not hate him. Also, there are people who him, throw him, and throw him into my yard.

Or, find my father and mother to lose money.

He always scolded my father and mother for not taking care of my brother. ”

"Do you hate him?" Di Ying asked.

Brother Park hesitated and struggled for a while, then nodded slightly.

"I, I'm eighteen years old, and he and I can't talk about a daughter-in-law. As soon as the matchmaker came to the village to inquire about my family, no one was willing to help us say goodbye.

Originally, my family was not poor. Four years ago, my brother burned other people's rice, and he paid them all. My family has no money.

He, he's not repentant, and he's always doing bad things. Either steal someone's chicken, roast it secretly, or throw someone's child into the river, and then save it......

But he didn't do any more bad things. Not really. ”

As he spoke, Brother Park was a little excited and shook his head like a rattle.

Di Ying looked at him and asked again, "I saw that your family fed a pig and a few chickens." Do you feed pigs all year round? Who killed them at the end of the year? ”

Brother Park was relieved when he heard that the official was no longer chasing his brother's question, and replied quickly, "Yes, I feed it every year." At the end of the year, when my father is killed, I can sell it for money. I cut all the hogweed. ”

Di Ying heard this and walked out.

After leaving the east wing, I turned around to the place where the farm tools were piled up in the firewood room, and walked around inside.

Then I walked around the courtyard and looked at the courtyard walls around me.

He picked up a scythe next to the pigsty, passed the blade, looked at the handle of the knife carefully, waved it a few times, and asked, "This scythe you use often?" Isn't it a little smaller? The handle is also a bit short. ”

When Brother Park heard the question, he shook his head and replied nonchalantly: "That's my father's use." My dad was short, and he couldn't do it when he was too long. I went to find someone to make it shorter. Mine is in a hogweed basket. ”

Di Ying went to the pigweed basket near the courtyard gate and found the sickle that Brother Park commonly used.

It is true that the blade is more curved and the handle is longer, which is the kind that ordinary people normally use.

"Does your mother have a special scythe?" Di Ying asked.

Brother Park nodded and shook his head again.

replied: "My mother is also short, and she can't make it long." Originally, I gave my mother the same handful as my father's.

But the other day, my mother's one was lost. For this, she stood angrily at the head of the village and cursed for an hour.

She suspected that someone from the village had taken it for her. In fact, there are a lot of such things, my brother will bring disaster to others, and people will always find a way to bring disaster to our family.

Our chickens don't dare to be put out of the yard, and they will be thrown away. My brother threw stones at other people's yards, and they threw them at ours......

No one in my family dared to stand in the yard. Everything is done by the wall, which is particularly troublesome. ”

Di Ying put down the sickle, looked at the courtyard wall, and suddenly pulled the topic back.

"Why did your father and mother say that your brother died in the West Wing?"

Brother Park was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "It's ......"

Keep your eyes open, cover your mouth, and run away.

Peng Liang grabbed the back of his neck and lifted the person up.

Liu Liu leaned over, shook his head and said, "Tsk, I can't see it, this lie is quite slippery at a young age?" This one looks like the real thing. Are you as bad as your brother? ”

"I'm not, I'm not, I've never done anything bad!"

Brother Park, who was lifted to the ground with his feet off the ground, struggled, swayed, and shouted.

Liu Liu did not relent. "You haven't done it? Can someone who hasn't done anything bad make up a lie so well? Say, did you kill your brother! ”

Brother Park shook his head frantically: "No, I didn't!" ”

Liu Liu: "Still say no?" You hate your brother for being embarrassed, causing trouble, ruining his family, hating him for ruining his family property, hating him for making you unable to talk about your daughter-in-law, and having to suffer every day, you have more reasons to hate and want to kill him than the villagers. ”

"Yes!"

Brother Park struggled and couldn't move, and when he heard these words, he simply gritted his back molars and said hatefully: "I hate him." You're all right, I hate him so much, more than anyone else.

But I didn't kill him, I can't do it! So I'm grateful to the person who killed him, and to the hero for getting rid of such a scourge, so I don't want you to catch the hero, and only then did you lie. ”

In the end, the confidence is insufficient.

After listening to this, Di Ying asked him with a somewhat strange expression: "Do you know that the hero who killed him was not Tu Liang?" ”