Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

"Di Facao, do you suspect Wu Da is the murderer?" After leaving the thatched house, Guo Yu was shocked.

Di Renjie nodded: "It's just a suspicion, because I can't see any sadness on his face, but a smile."

"But..." Guo Yu hesitated, how could a man be so cruel to kill his beloved woman? Moreover, it was such a beautiful woman.

If he was Wu Da, he would want to feed his beautiful wife with good food and shelter.

"Shouzheng, what do you think?" Di Renjie looked at Song Zhen.

Song Zhen pondered for a while and murmured: "It can only be said that before the truth is revealed, everyone is suspicious. Although it is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, what if it is a rebellious son?"

"Also, Huaiying, your inference based on his expression just now is actually one-sided, because Wu Da doesn't even know that his wife is dead, so why should he be sad?"

Hearing Song Zhen point out the mistake, Di Renjie nodded in agreement, and it was indeed his own negligence.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Guo Yu arranged a dozen clerks to follow them and yo-yoed quickly.

Di Renjie did not leave the village, but asked the villagers about their views on this family.

Song Zhen went to the nearby area to find the surrounding water flow.

"Langguan, are you asking about Wu Da? Wu Da is an honest man. He loves his wife very much. He dares not say a word every time he is beaten and scolded."

"Beating and scolding?"

"Yes, we often hear his wife scold him for being a useless man. He has no money and looks like a dwarf."

"Love? Ha, Langguan, I'm telling you secretly, don't tell others." A peasant woman who often sits at the entrance of the village for meetings winked.

Di Renjie came over and pulled her aside alone.

"I heard, just heard, that Wu Da's wife is very promiscuous."

"Oh? Tell me more."

"I often see her coming back with different men at the entrance of the village. Guess where they come from?"

"Where?"

The peasant woman pointed to the grove outside the entrance of the village: "Look, it's right there."

Di Renjie frowned. What does this mean?

"Oh, my dear, why don't you understand? A man and a woman alone, what can you do?"

"What can you do?"

"..." The peasant woman rolled her eyes and made a gesture.

Di Renjie understood immediately. Although he had never done it, he had received such education.

Before the sons of wealthy families get married, they will be taught by their elders about that kind of thing. Some even arrange maids to practice it and put the theory into practice.

In ancient times, one of the goals of life was to have many children. Women may not understand, but men must understand.

So, for that kind of thing, it is not as frightening as in the postmodern era.

"You mean, Wu Da's wife is having an affair?"

"Hey, isn't this obvious? I've been through this before, and I know she's satisfied physically and mentally as soon as I see her smiling face."

Di Renjie was curious and gossiped, "Does Wu Da know about this?"

"I don't think he knows." The peasant woman sighed, "Poor Wu Da, he goes out early and comes back late every day, but he didn't expect to marry such a wife, who is idle and flirts with men everywhere."

"So what's the old saying? Beauty is a disaster."

"You can't marry a wife who is too beautiful, you can't control yourself."

Faced with the peasant woman's earnest advice, Di Renjie felt a pang in his heart.

Coincidentally, his wife Wang Muzhi is a very beautiful woman, even in Bingzhou, she can be ranked in the top.

I am not much different from Wu Da, and even more outrageous than him, and I don't go back several times a year.

It's funny to say that she is married, but she lives in the palace all day, just like she hasn't married yet.

It is conceivable how much gossip she had endured at home.

The more Di Renjie thought about it, the more ashamed he felt, and the more he felt sorry for his wife.

He swore that when he returned to Bingzhou, he would treat her well in the future.

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Song Zhen saw a stream not far to the southwest.

He strolled along the shore, looking for any suspicious traces.

He glimpsed a dilapidated boat docked nearby from a distance and walked over subconsciously.

"There is blood!"

There was a pool of dark red blood on the wooden board at the bow! It was very eye-catching!

"No, this is not from the deceased, but from another person?"

He remembered very clearly that the bumps on the female corpse were all formed after death.

Then whose blood was this?

Song Zhen walked onto the boat, he squatted down and carefully observed the clues on the wooden board.

Time went back, day and night changed -

It seemed that he was the only one left in the world.

And, a boat.

He saw a short man who was strugglingDragging two sacks, he climbed to the bow step by step.

Why do you say the other person is not tall?

From the friction marks between the bow deck and the clothes, and the front position of the palm print on the wooden board, it can be inferred that the other person must be a short person.

The man untied the sack and revealed two bodies?

Song Zhen couldn't tell the gender of the bodies, he was not so godly.

However, judging from the marks on the floor of the hull, one was tall and the other was short.

"A man and a woman?"

The murderer dragged the two bodies to the rear deck, and he sat aside to rest.

It can be seen that moving two bodies at the same time was very strenuous for him.

Suddenly, Song Zhen felt the hull shake, and the female body fell into the water by itself.

"Is this the process of throwing bodies?"

It can be seen that the murderer is very smart. He originally planned to transport the bodies to another place for secret disposal.

"No, no!" Song Zhen shook his head suddenly. After he regained consciousness, he found a shocking fact that immediately overturned all his previous reasoning.

There were not just one footprints on the deck, but three! Moreover, the new and old traces were different, indicating that they came at the wrong time.

It can be seen that this ship was rarely used, and there were no oars, which was almost equivalent to waste.

Two pairs of footprints jumped up directly, and the other pair of footprints climbed up with difficulty.

"What exactly is going on?" Song Zhen thought about it and had a splitting headache.

There are currently three questions that he can't figure out.

First, why was the female corpse naked when it was found?

Second, different footprints represent two groups of people, indicating that the body was transported here in batches. The question is, who came first and who came later? What was their intention in moving the body here?

Third, what did they do to the body on the ship?

Song Zhen deduced from the bloodstains splashed on the floor of the hull that the murderer should have committed violence here.

"Could it be that the man was still alive at the time? Didn't he die? And then the murderer killed him on the spot?"

But where is the male corpse now?

Song Zhen shook his head, wondering if he had thought too much.

The most urgent task now should be to investigate the situation of the female corpse, and the male corpse is another case.

If the male corpse is not found one day, it has nothing to do with him.

At this moment, two people walked out of the bushes next to them. When they saw Song Zhen on the boat, they ran away.

"Stop!" Song Zhen hurriedly chased after him.

At this sensitive moment, the one who suddenly appeared at the scene of the crime was the biggest suspect.

Besides, this place is sparsely populated. From the footprints on the shore, we can see that basically few people come here.

Moreover, the other party ran away immediately when he saw him. If this is not guilty, what is it?

Song Zhen's agile steps shuttled through the forest and was about to catch up.

But the other party pulled off a branch in an attempt to block his way.

Song Zhen pulled out his sword and cut off the branch, then he threw the scabbard over with great force.

The scabbard hit one of the men's heads, and the other man looked back, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to leave.

Song Zhen pinned the sword on the other man's neck and said coldly.

"Don't run, when I was in college, it only took me 12 seconds to run a hundred meters."

"Tell me, why are you here?"

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