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

On Tuesday, my right eyelid started twitching violently and I couldn't keep calm anymore.

The pretended crying stopped abruptly the moment the boy finished speaking.

Di Renjie sat aside and nodded with satisfaction.

The young man came behind the corpse, pointed at the hanging corpse, smiled, and said:

"First, if I were you."

"I would put my wife to bed and cover her with a quilt as soon as I strangled her, and then cover up the truth by saying she had caught a cold."

"At midnight, I bypassed the patrolling village chief and dumped her body in the wilderness to be eaten by wild wolves."

"After returning, clean up the traces and make it look like your wife ran away from home."

The discussion at the door stopped abruptly.

My eyelids stopped twitching on Tuesday.

He widened his eyes and looked incredulous.

The boy ignored Zhou Er's expression and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a mysterious master solver.

"Second, even if I don't do it the way it's said, I'll do it another way."

"After strangling her, I will change her clothes into new ones, so that I won't hang her directly from the rafters, with her torn clothes on display."

"The clothes on your wife Zhao were just torn. At most, it took less than an hour."

"This proves that she had a fight with someone before her death."

Tuesday gritted his teeth.

Even the young man in front of him had analyzed what he had figured out, I'm afraid that the county magistrate, Lord Di Renjie, had already figured it out.

Now I can only deny it and deny it to the death.

Zhou Er quickly put on a bitter and resentful expression and said:

"Sir, are you kidding me?"

"I, I, how could I do such a thing."

The young man turned his head and smiled slightly. He liked this kind of foolish thing.

If you don't tell them the truth clearly, they will deny it to the death.

Do you really think that others can't reveal the truth?

The young man did not even turn his head and said calmly:

"Third, if I were you, I would definitely cover up the scratches on my neck and not let anyone see them at all."

"Comparing the torn clothes with the scratches on your neck, I know that the person who wrestled with her was you, Tuesday!"

"I have never seen someone like you who, after committing a murder, displays his wounds in such a grand manner!"

Zhou Er was horrified and quickly covered the bloody scratch on his neck with his hand.

Everyone at the door was also surprised.

It turns out that what seemed to them to be an ordinary suicide by hanging actually had so many clues.

Di Renjie took a sip of tea, nodded with satisfaction, and said:

"You have followed me for several years. You have such insight. You must always pay attention to everything around you on weekdays."

The boy glanced back at Tuesday with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Next, he will give the final proof.

To be charged with the unprovoked murder of his wife next Tuesday.

He walked towards the open window and picked up a hoe next to it.

This thing was less than two meters behind the corpse.

The young man came to the door with a hoe in his hand and smiled, then threw the hoe down and said:

"If I were you, I'd throw this hoe at the door instead of specifically placing it behind the body."

"Because, you said, when you came back from the fields, you saw your wife hanging herself."

"A normal person would definitely throw the hoe to the ground and report it to the police immediately, but you didn't."

"at last."

"If I were you, I would never hang my wife so high after strangling her to death!"

The smile on the boy's face had disappeared at this moment.

Instead, there was a touch of frost.

The young man came to Zhou Zhao's body and looked at the chair lying on the ground.

This was the only fallen chair at the crime scene. It was obvious that if Zhou Zhao had committed suicide, she must have stepped on this chair to hang herself.

Before she died, Zhou Zhao was on the verge of suffocation and kicked her feet wildly, knocking over a chair.

"Watch this, you idiot."

The young man lifted up the chair, and after it was laid flat, it was actually half a foot away from Zhou Zhaoshi's toes.

"If she committed suicide by hanging, can anyone explain how she could have committed suicide at such a high altitude?"

"Zhao's forehead can't even reach the rope!"

Tuesday was shaking all over.

This young man actually analyzed and deduced what he had done just by reasoning.

The people outside the door looked at each other, and no one spoke.

What a relaxing and enjoyable melon-eating scene with the essence of traditional Chinese culture.

Everyone had an expression of watching a good show on their face.

The young man pointed a finger at Zhou Er's eyes and said angrily:

"But you are a dirty, ugly thing, a despicable beast. You brutally murdered your wife and then disguised it as a hanging."

"You have committed such a heinous crime, yet you dare to report it to the police in such a high-profile manner, and you are still here with such sweet talk and bragging!"

"He is indeed an extremely stupid person who deserves death!"

Zhou Er fell to his knees with a thud, his face as pale as death.

Di Renjie stretched out his hands and clapped.

"Well said, Cunxi, such a sinner who deserves death is really hateful."

"He committed murder and violated the law, yet he still wants to continue to get away with it. Do you know that the law is vast and will not let any criminal escape?"

"Today, if this county encounters a filthy dog ​​head like you, we will definitely not forgive you!"

"Come here, take him back to the county government office. I will deal with him after I return!"

Several yamen runners who had been waiting outside the door for a long time quickly pushed through the crowd and walked in, dragging Zhou Er to the county government office.

A yamen runner who stayed behind had a delighted look on his face, looking at Di Renjie and the young man as if they were gods.

Di Renjie stepped forward, took the boy's arm, and said with a smile:

"Cunxi really surprised me today!"

"The most important thing in solving a case is analyzing the scene and reasoning about what happened. Cun Xi is an expert at this!"

"For a case like this, I spent less than half a cup of tea analyzing it, but Cun Xi, who was just starting out, took almost the same amount of time as me."

"Cunxi has made great progress over the years!"

Di Renjie laughed, his face showing the love of an uncle for his nephew.

The young man did not dare to take credit for himself, and quickly lowered his head and said to Di Renjie:

"My nephew's reasoning skills were all taught by my uncle. This is all due to my uncle's good teaching."

Di Renjie raised his head and laughed for a while, then looked back at Di Chun and said:

"Look, Di Chun, my nephew is only concerned with praising me for my good teaching."

"Keeping silent about his own hard work and talent, ah, hahahaha."

The common people who were watching the show outside the door had already left. When the bailiff saw the harmonious scene between the uncle and nephew, he fell to his knees with a thud.

He clasped his fist and said respectfully:

"Sir, you and the young master are simply the reincarnation of gods."

"Ever since the Lord and Young Master came to our Pengze County, we haven't used our brains to solve the case!"