Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Wu Zhou, the second year of Tianshou.

Jiangzhou, Pengze County.

Zhou Zhao, the wife of Zhou Er, a commoner in Pengze County, hanged herself. Zhou Er claimed that he was returning home from farming and immediately reported the incident to the police after seeing it.

Di Renjie, the magistrate of Pengze County, came to Zhou Er's home and had been inspecting it carefully for a full two minutes.

Tuesday stood inside the door crying, wiping away tears with his hands from time to time.

Seven or eight common people were standing at the door, pointing and talking at the slightly fat Di Renjie and Zhou Zhaoshi hanging on the beam inside the house.

"The beams... the beams..."

"Zhou Zhaoshi...is not tall enough..."

Di Renjie suddenly turned around and looked at Zhou Er, his eyes thoughtful.

Di Renjie's butler Di Chun was making tea. These days, when the county magistrate was investigating a case, there were no treats, so the butler had to make tea.

Of course, this tea definitely cannot be from my home.

Di Chun bought this tea from a tea farmer in early spring, and it tasted extremely bitter.

Soon, Di Chun's tea was ready.

Di Renjie, who seemed to be deep in thought, suddenly grinned, like a dragon king with a crooked mouth.

This is exactly how Di Renjie behaved after he learned about the case.

He took two steps back and was less than a foot in front of Zhou Zhao who had hanged herself.

"I'm old, I'm old."

"I've only been standing for a while, but I feel tired."

"I'm really old and useless."

Di Renjie sat at a square wooden table that was many years old and had four long benches.

Facing Zhou Er and the ordinary people watching the show, Di Renjie leaned back again.

"You're so old."

Di Renjie couldn't help but sigh.

Di Chun brought over two cups of tea and placed them on the square wooden table.

"Master, the tea is ready." Di Chun said respectfully.

"You are really quick, little boy. You brought me tea so quickly." Di Renjie smiled and said, "Go and call Cunxi."

"Yes, sir." Di Chun responded.

Di Chun bypassed Zhou Er and walked straight out of Zhou Er's house.

On a large bluestone step at the door, a young man in a blue-white silk cotton robe was squatting, posing as if he was squatting.

"Master Cunxi, the master is calling you in." Di Chun came over and said with a smile.

The boy turned around and revealed his face.

This is a fairly handsome face, with distinct eyebrows and eyes, and light in the eyes. He is indeed a handsome, suave and elegant scholar.

The young man stood up. His thin figure revealed his hands hidden under his sleeves. His hands had distinct joints.

What a...thin dog look!

The young man called Cunxi sighed and said, "Brother Dichun, you go in first, I'll be right there."

"The master is waiting for you, so don't delay too much." Di Chun said with a smile and went back.

The young man kicked a stone away and sighed.

After a few seconds, he stretched out his left hand and said, "We are finally entering the main plot."

"King Liang Wu Sansi, our Liangzi can finally be chosen."

……

A few minutes later, Di Renjie, who was sipping tea, heard noise outside the door.

The common people made way for the young man to come in from outside.

"Cunxi, you are finally here." Di Renjie stood up with a smile.

The young man said to Di Renjie, "Uncle, I'm here. I had a stomachache just now, so I was delayed."

"What you said, can uncle blame you for not coming?"

Di Renjie stepped forward and pointed at Zhou Er, then at Zhou Zhao who had hanged herself.

"This was Tuesday, and the one who hanged herself was his wife, Zhou Zhaoshi."

"We were told about the situation on Tuesday on the way here. Have you figured out anything now?"

Di Renjie, who already knew the answer, asked his own question.

He believed that this young man had lived in the Di Mansion in Shanxi for 7 years and had followed him for 10 years after he turned 3.

We can definitely restore the truth of the matter through keen analysis.

The young man leaned forward and said, "Uncle, let me think for a moment and observe the scene."

Di Renjie nodded: "I'll just drink tea on the side. You have time to investigate the case. There's no need to rush to a conclusion."

The boy lowered his head again.

Outside the door, the people watching were puzzled.

Everyone pointed at Zhou Zhaoshi and Zhou Er and said:

"You said that Zhou Zhao committed suicide by hanging. Lord Di has been investigating here for such a long time, and he asked his nephew to investigate it."

"Don't pretend to know something you don't. When has our Lord Di ever made any mistakes?"

"Yes, this must be because there is some hidden secret that was discovered by Lord Di."

"That's right. The young master has been with Master Di for three years and has solved many cases. Master Di must want to give the young master some practice."

……

Zhou Er felt a chill down his spine as he stood inside the door.

Just now when he heard the common people behind him talking about "some hidden secret", he couldn't help but tremble.

He might not be the only one who knows the inside story of this matter.

The county magistrate Di Renjie, who was adept at solving cases, might have noticed some clues.

The boy walked around the room and saw several things that didn't make sense.

He smiled crookedly, returned to Di Renjie and said:

"Uncle, I know all the inside stories."

Di Renjie is drinking tea.

Hearing this, he put down the tea bowl.

I have sat down and haven’t even had two sips of water yet, and my nephew has already closed the case?

"Hmm? Good!" Di Renjie said with a smile, "Then, I'll let you tell me about the case."

The young man bowed and said, "Yes, uncle."

Zhou Er had droopy eyelids and didn't even dare to raise his head.

He had a bad feeling that if things went wrong today, he would be in trouble.

The young man walked up to Zhou Er and said with a smile:

"On Tuesday, you said your wife had hanged herself?"

Zhou Er felt a little guilty, but he still put on an appearance of kidney deficiency and nodded with deep resentment.

"Yes, sir. I just came back from the fields. When I got home, she..."

Tuesday forced out a few more tears and put on a look of deep regret.

"She... He has hanged himself, wuwuwuwu..."

Tuesday covered his eyes with his sleeves, tears welling up in his eyes.

This is a man who is simply the image of a good husband. He cried bitterly and was extremely sad about the death of his wife.

Even the common people at the door felt how much this man, Tuesday, loved his wife.

Several people discussed quietly and said:

"This Tuesday, he and his wife do get along well with each other on weekdays, and I never hear them quarreling."

"Yes, with such a deep relationship, how could there be a quarrel?"

"I think it's inappropriate for such an honest man like Tuesday for his wife to hang herself."

The young man sneered and shook his head after hearing these words.

These common people were blinded by the show.

He acted so poorly that it was no wonder that Di Renjie didn't bother to expose him himself.

The young man smiled crookedly, took a step forward, patted Zhou Er's shoulder who was crying non-stop, and said:

"Tuesday, please come with me."

"Let me teach you how to commit murder."