The old lady is reborn

Ren Jun looked at the three files and asked Rong Huaian: "What are the problems with these three cases?"

Huai'an said: "These three people are from the same family."

Ren Jun read it again: "The three shops have different names and are not located in the same place, so how can they have the same owner?"

Huai'an wrote and drew on the paper: "This shop was not big at the beginning, but it got bigger and bigger later.

Its first store was called this, and it was located here, occupying about three or four rooms.

A few years later, it bought the shop next door, which was also as big as three or four rooms. It broke through the walls, gave it a new name, and used the address of the newly purchased shop next door.

Because of their respective sizes and the way the shops are numbered on the street, the two addresses do not appear to be connected at first glance.

A few years later, the shop behind it was bought. The shop was back to back with the storefront opening on another street. After connecting the two streets, the shop was given a new name and the address was the one on that street.

It looks like the three shops have completely different names and addresses, but they are actually one shop.”

Ren Jun asked: "How do you know so clearly?"

"Dou Fengnian's son Dou Yang is working there now. I go there often."

They were both silent for a while, and it was Ren Jun who spoke first, but he sighed.

Huai'an continued his analysis after a moment of silence: "This is a blacksmith shop that is already quite famous in the capital, and it also sells gold, silver and bronze wares.

Now we know that the blacksmith, the night watchman, and the accountant were all killed by hired gangsters, so it is more likely that they were killed to silence them.

The last person to die was the accountant who died three years ago.

However, his wife and concubine gave completely opposite testimonies. Although they seemed to be trivial family matters, at least one of them was lying.

The person who deliberately lied must know something."

"Okay, let's ask these two people again."

The accountant's widow and son still lived in the original place, but the accountant's concubine had no children and was young, so she got married again after receiving a sum of money.

When the concubine was questioned, her statement was not much different from her confession three years ago, and she said that the accountant and his wife were nice people.

Although this matter caused some unpleasant rumors for her, after the accountant died, his wife did not make things difficult for her, but gave her some money.

After she remarried, her life was pretty good and she gradually put the past behind her.

But when the wife was questioned, her statement was somewhat different from what she had said three years ago. First, she seemed to subconsciously admit the concubine's statement, and that she and the accountant had a good relationship and often had dinner together and had a lot to talk about.

But later he seemed to realize that something was wrong, so he changed his tone and said that these were all things in the past, and that things were different after he took a concubine.

Huai'an listened and watched from the side.

The person who was questioning him suddenly changed the subject: "Where did this concubine come from? Who gave her to him?"

The wife was stunned for a moment, then said, "He likes it himself, so he brought it home to make it."

The same thing, when asked about the concubine back then, the answer was much more straightforward: "We were called to entertain, sing, dance, accompany the banquet, pour wine and serve food to the guests.

There were four or five people at the banquet, and now I only know the accountant and his boss. The boss asked him if he liked any of the girls.

The accountant chose me, and later brought me home and made me his concubine."

After thinking for a while, he said, "The accountant was completely different at the banquet and later at home."

"What kind of two people?"

"I can't really say. He didn't seem like a good guy at the banquet. He looked like one of those people who are good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

But when he got home, he no longer had that look in his eyes, and he seemed like a good person.”

The police station went to the home of the blacksmith who had died fifteen years ago. When the blacksmith died, the pillar of the family fell, and his wife had a hard time living with two children.

The two children's eldest uncle, the blacksmith's eldest brother, often helped the three of them. Over time, this caused great dissatisfaction among the uncle's wife and children, who always thought that the uncle gave too much money.

The children on both sides are about the same age, and my uncle pays for both children's schooling, often doing two jobs by himself. I used to be able to help out at home and take care of the children, but now my aunt lives like a widow and doesn't see her husband all day long.

One time, I heard that my husband had come home early and I was very happy. But when I got home, he was not there.

The eldest aunt turned around and went to her sister-in-law's house, and sure enough, she saw her husband helping her sister-in-law to repair the half-collapsed courtyard wall after the storm. The sister-in-law was helping beside him, and the two of them were chatting and laughing.

In a fit of rage, the eldest aunt accused her sister-in-law of something wrong, saying that her widowhood was fake and that she seduced her husband, and that there was something wrong with the two of them having been flirting with each other for a long time.

One of them always acts weak and pitiful, and the other one pretends to be taking care of his brother's widow. Both of them have something to hide.

She is the one who is bullied. She is clearly married, but now she is the one who is raising two children alone like a widow.

The aunt made such a big fuss, cursing and yelling, that many neighbors came out to watch the fun. The sister-in-law wanted to explain but the aunt pushed her to the ground and told her to stop pretending to be a good person.

My uncle slapped my aunt so hard that half of her hair was messed up.

The aunt returned home and wanted to part ways with the uncle, but she felt that if they parted ways, the uncle and his brother and sister would become a family, and the four children would live together, and her two biological children would definitely be bullied.

She wanted to raise the two children by herself, but she had never seen anyone say that it was possible, and she couldn't support them by herself. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It was obvious that her two children were this man's biological children, but now they had to take second place to everything else.

I don't know why I suddenly felt heroic. Why can't I take anything with me? There is no gold or silver in this house. What's the difference between staying here and leaving? Don't I have to rely on my hands to get by?

From then on, I worked like a slave, working day and night to raise two children.

Although my aunt could recognize a few words, she was still not able to write documents, so she found a scholar to write letters for her and sent the documents home.

Her husband did not return home until late at night, and after he came back, she discussed divorce with him.

The uncle was furious when he heard this: "I'm already very tired, haven't you had enough of the trouble yet?"

The eldest aunt said, "I'm not making a fuss, I just really can't live anymore. As long as you agree to let me take the two children away, I don't want a single tile of this family.

I entered your house with a dowry of fifteen taels of silver, but I don’t want it anymore.”

The uncle said, "Okay, don't regret it."

The eldest aunt said, "I don't regret it. Please sign the divorce agreement and the two children's severance agreement and put your fingerprints on it."

In a fit of rage, the uncle read the document, signed it, and put his fingerprints on it. The most that this woman would do is take her two children back to her parents' home to live for a while. Even if she made a big fuss, what else could she do?

It was just right for me to have some quiet time. I was so exhausted after the day that my uncle signed two documents and then went to bed to rest.