Di Ying was speechless for a few breaths.

He looked at Hang Zixuan, who was about 15 years old and was still too young and immature, then at his bloody robe, and then at a knife for cutting pigweed in Xu Si's hand that brought him in, and his eyebrows jumped slightly.

He said loudly: "Get up and take the official to your house to have a look." Is your mother's body still at home? ”

"Yes."

Although Hang Zixuan is young and the matter is very serious, he is calm and abnormal, and his speech is clear and clear.

The grass people killed their mother by mistake, and they were terrified and did not dare to delay, so they came to the yamen with the murder weapon and turned themselves in. The grass people don't want to be beheaded, so they ask to see you directly.

Because you are a good ruler with compassion for our people, aren't you?

Although the grass people also wanted to die at that time, thinking that they would pay for their mother's life, but the grass people were still young, and their father and sister had not been found, so they couldn't die and didn't want to die yet. ”

Hang Zixuan did not get up, but kowtowed on the spot and asked for leniency.

Di Ying walked up to him and stretched out his hand to pull the person up.

Again: "No matter what the result is, take the official to the scene first." Is it manslaughter, you say it doesn't count, understand? ”

Hang Zixuan was not crooked, and when he heard Master Di say this, he stood up, turned around and went to lead the way.

Not a single tear fell.

I could see that Xie Jing and the other guards were frowning together.

Regardless of whether it is manslaughter or not, after all, the one who died is also the mother who worked hard to raise herself, how can it be like this...... So without sorrow or remorse?

Isn't it ......?

Xie Jing quietly asked the adult: "Is this person also a natural lack of emotion, or an indifferent person?" ”

Xie Jing remembered that the adult once encountered a case, and the adult said that the person's brain was born with a small piece missing in a certain part, which happened to be the part responsible for controlling emotions.

Such a person will be a natural killer, will be as cold as an ice cube, and even their relatives will become their targets, and they will not feel guilty at all, let alone sad.

Xie Jing now looks at Hang Zixuan, and he has that feeling.

But it was denied.

"No, it's possible that he's been overstimulated or ......"

Di Ying only answered half of Xie Jing's question.

Xie Jing guessed the other half by himself: "Or is it someone who prolongs the sexual response personality?" ”

Some people, in the face of major blows or pain from the outside world, will automatically close the door of their hearts, close themselves to death, and refuse to accept reality.

Only when time has slowly passed, will this door slowly open, and the pain will be slowly released and digested.

Such a person, when faced with such a thing, will also appear more indifferent than a normal person.

Everyone usually thinks that this person is not as good as a white-eyed wolf or something, but only they understand the pain of such a person.

Xie Jing remembered that adults used to call this kind of person: a person with a prolonged reactive personality.

But the half of the answer he said did not get any reaction from the adults of his family.

No nodding or shaking his head.

When I wanted to ask again, I was stopped by Zhou Rin.

Xie Jing was like this, with a question mark in his head, and followed the adult to Hang Zixuan's house.

The yard door was also locked, locked from the outside.

After Hang Zixuan brought the person to the door of his house, he methodically took out the key, opened the courtyard door, and stood by the door, sideways to invite Di Ying in.

Di Ying glanced at Hang Zixuan, didn't raise his feet, but saw a yard of blood.

With the two courtyard doors that Hang Zixuan greatly pushed open, standing at the gate of the courtyard, you can clearly see that there are blood stains everywhere in the small courtyard......

In addition to the bloodstains, there were also obvious fight marks.

The baskets of hogweed were overturned, and the cut and uncut hogweed was scattered everywhere.

Brooms, shovels, and sticks were also thrown around.

There are also broken teapots, clay bowls, and chopsticks.

This is not a murder scene, nor is it a manslaughter scene, but a scene where ten pigs have been arched and killed.

Have you ever seen a scene where a pig was killed and accidentally gave a knife to the pig and then didn't press the pig tightly, and the pig spurted blood all over the ground, right?

If you haven't seen it, imagine it.

In the small courtyard of Hang Zixuan's house, it gives people this feeling.

But!

"Pigs" ran away.

What does that mean?

There is just no body.

Di Ying looked down at the threshold of the courtyard gate in front of her heels.

There are also blood stains on it, ticking and ticking.

He took a few more steps back, and walked along the ticking trail of blood.

After walking more than twenty steps, he stopped.

The bloodstains were gone.

The snow has been swept away.

And the footprints next to the bloodstains......

Di Ying looked at the straw sandals on Hang Zixuan's feet, then at the footprints on the ground, then turned around and went into the courtyard.

During this process, Hang Zixuan kept his back against the half-courtyard door, half-hanging his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Even such a scene that could scare ordinary people to faint did not make Hang Zixuan's expression half moved.

Even though the smell of blood in this courtyard had reached the point of choking, Hang Zixuan's breathing was still even and steady.

You know, even the guards couldn't bear to see it.

Di Ying's gaze swept over their fingers that were a little impatient, and also swept over Hang Zizhu's face, twisting his fingers, past Hang Zixuan, and walked through every room of his house.

Don't look at the chickens and dogs in the yard, the house is neat and tidy. Although it is not so clean, it can be seen that the heart of the master's family does not belong, but there is also the mentality of barely getting by.

This is very much in line with the situation of "losing" someone in the family.

Di Ying sighed in her heart, walked back to the courtyard, and motioned for Xu Si to bring Hang Zixuan in, and then closed the courtyard door.

Directly asked Xiang Hang Zixuan: "Why do you want to report a false case?" Your mother is fine, isn't she? Where did she go? Stop lying to the official, there is no blood in this courtyard, these ...... It's all pig blood, right? The blood that dripped outside the hospital was deliberately dripped out, right? What about dead pigs? Was it taken away by your mother? What kind of trouble are you mother and son going to make? ”

Hang Zixuan's expression finally changed a little.

Not fear, not remorse, but laughter.

He chuckled, as if he was very satisfied with something, and like he had a successful plan.

See...... The kind that really wants to slap him.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of Master Di, and without the grass people saying more, they can be recognized at a glance, and even pig blood and human blood can be distinguished so clearly.

The grass people have reported a false case, so let Master Di punish you. The grass people can see that there is really such a magical court official in the world, and it is worth dying. ”

What is the ......

Di Ying frowned slightly.

"You and your mother have faked all this just to verify that the official is worthy of his name?"