仵作daily [traveling]

The identity of the corpse has been confirmed, and it was taken back to the mansion by the steward for the funeral that day. I heard that Mrs. Liu spent thousands of taels of silver to make a coffin for Fan Jishi. ,The abbot of Baiyin Temple came to Fan's mansion specially, and brought a dozen monks, saying that he wanted to recite scriptures for Fan Jishi and save the souls of the dead. It rang for half a day, and there was an endless stream of sacrificial boxes, which showed Fan Jishi's popularity during his lifetime.

When the coffin was moved on the second day, the servants of the Fan family and their relatives lined up in a long white line, and the white paper money was scattered all the way. Among them, Li's eyes were red and swollen, and he never stopped. The coffin containing Fan Jishi's body was loaded on the hearse , a group of people walked towards the cemetery.

This situation reminds people of the case of the Qin family in Linshui County. Zhuang Hui was sitting on the huge property of the Qin family, but the funeral preparations were only started a few days after his death. At that time, he married Xiaomi. , going in and out of Changlefang and other places every day, it has to be said that the back-testing of people's hearts and the indifference of the world are not only phenomena unique to modern times.

Du Si didn't go to Fan's mansion to mourn Fan Jishi, nor did he join in the fun and watch the discussion. He went to Yan Zhizhou and wanted to borrow some people from him to search the upper reaches of the Heng River.

"Brother Du, it's not that I'm pedantic. Prefect Lu has some important matters to deal with these few days, and he has already borrowed half of the people from me...I really can't get my hands off it." Yan Shizhi said with a sad face, patting Du Si "I am also very saddened by Fan Jishi's murder, but the clues to this case are unknown and it is difficult to solve it. Rao, I am helpless. Why do you bother to do such useless work?"

Yan Shizhi declined Du Si's request and sent him back.

Du Si was not in the mood to play in Lu's mansion, he avoided the crowd through the back door, and returned to Fan's mansion.

It was summer at this time, and the weather was hot, but in Fan's mansion, he couldn't feel any heat, there was only endless coldness and heaviness. The little doorman in front of the gate of Fan's mansion was crying loudly on the steps. Stepping forward to comfort them, he understood that the task he had to accomplish was more important than comforting them.

Du Si walked with the paper money on the ground, just in time to meet the coolies who threatened to take him to the government yesterday.

Du Si really believed the manager's words now, he walked up to the head coolie and said.

"Do you still remember me? I am the murderer you mentioned yesterday!" Du Si exaggerated, trying to attract their attention.

But no one paid him any attention, and no one even looked at him.

"Heroes, won't you arrest me and bring me into the government?" Du Si said again.

"Liu Guanshi said, you are a kind person, and you found Master Fan after traveling half of Lin'an." The leader of the coolies said to Du Si calmly, "We were too impatient yesterday, I'm sorry, young master."

After finishing speaking, they turned around and left. Many people passed by Du Si, but no one stopped. Du Si clenched his fists, as if a raging fire was burning in his heart.

"Wait a minute!" He ran to the front again and shouted at all the coolies, "Don't you want to do something for the dead Fan Jishi?"

After the coolie paused, someone immediately said, "What can we do? Master Zhizhou said that the murderer had already fled to the ends of the earth and could not be found!"

"Yes." Everyone echoed.

Du Si cursed Yan Shizhi's character in his heart, and said, "Fan Jishi's body was found in the lower reaches of the Heng River yesterday. After my inspection, it was not the place where Fan Jishi was really killed, and Fan Jishi was not killed by beheading. He was dead before the head was cut off."

"What does that have to do with the case?"

"This shows that Fan Jishi was killed by the murderer first, and then dumped his body in the lower reaches of the Heng River." Du Si raised his voice again, "If we can find the real place where Fan Jishi died, maybe we can find clues about the murderer."

"What if..." Someone hesitated.

"I don't care about so much now. Don't you all receive a lot of favors from Fan Jishi?" Du Si saw many shaken faces, "Go, or not?"

At this time, the leader of the coolies stepped forward.

"I'll go with you."

If the first person stands up, there will be a second and a third.

"But big brother, I..." One person hesitated.

"If you don't want to go, we won't force you." The leader of the coolies said sternly, "Just don't forget, during the winter solstice the year before last, your family took a full five catties of rice from Master Fan!"

The man's face turned blue and red for a while, and finally retreated into the crowd.

Among this group of coolies, half of them went back, and about a dozen people stayed voluntarily and went to Henghe with Du Si. The oldest one, because he is very loyal and has been a coolie for a long time, many people call him Big Brother, and he has a very high prestige.

A group of people came to the middle reaches of the Henghe River, and they were divided into two groups, one group was on this side, the other group was on the other side, and began to look for bloodstains along the road. Adults have no problem crossing the river.

The sun gradually moved westward. Although Du Si and the others had nothing to gain, no one called to stop. They kept advancing towards the upper reaches of the Heng River until Du Si met a person, and then stopped for a while.

The dumb woman from the Fan residence stood on that rock again, but this time, she didn't throw paper money into the river, but stood in front of a brazier, something was burning inside, and a lot of black smoke rose upwards, she There is also a bamboo basket beside him, which is filled with white paper money.

Seeing someone coming, the dumb girl began to burn paper money in the brazier. Du Si got closer and smelled a thick smell of smoke, which was a bit strange. When Xu San woke him up again, the smell of smoke was very normal, no different from the smell of burning paper money.

"Xu San, do you smell something strange?" Du Si asked.

Xu San sniffled, sniffed hard and shook his head, "That girl is burning paper money, that's all."

Du Si felt that he was too sensitive, so he continued to search with all the coolies.

When the last twilight was still there, everyone finally got something. Du Siyi and the others found an ax full of flies and a dry land soaked in dark liquid one mile away from the Henghe River. He hurried back to the Yamen and reported the matter to Zhizhou.

When Yan Shizhi heard this, he first picked out his ears, and then took the first-class policeman to the upper reaches of the Henghe River, and came to the place Du Si said.

"This is indeed the place where Master Fan was killed." Yan Shizhi opened his eyes wide, and then covered his nose with his sleeve, because there were many insects crawling on the blood-stained place, he stepped back and said to everyone, "I wanted to I searched the situation near the Henghe River in a few days, but I didn't expect Du Si to take the first step, you really helped me a lot."

Yan Shizhi said many good things again, and went back with his subordinates and the axe.

Du Si shook his head repeatedly at the back of the magistrate, feeling that he had met another 'Song magistrate'.

In the evening, Du Si rushed back to the mansion of Prefect Lu, it was time for dinner, and many people were sitting in the house eating, when Du Si just entered, he met Jing Heng with a gloomy face.

"where did you go?"

"I..." Du Si couldn't help taking a few steps back, and didn't stop until he leaned against the door, "I'm going to find the murder weapon."

Jing Heng's expression softened slightly, he poured a cup of tea and put it on the table, Du Si walked over tremblingly, picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

"How's the investigation going?" Jing Heng emptied the table, and brought the food on the table.

"There is a little progress." As soon as the case was mentioned, Du Si put everything aside and began to talk endlessly, "I found the place where Fan Jishi was killed and the ax that cut off his head. I will report to Master Zhizhou..."

Du Si was a little discouraged, and his whole body became listless, "Yan Zhizhou didn't take this case seriously, and he didn't intend to record the facts of the case."

Jing Heng remained silent, as if he had expected Du Si's reaction. After a while, Du Si raised his chopsticks and cheered himself up.

"Okay, he won't write, I will!" Du Si bowed his head and started eating nonsense with a look of resignation. He had to fight again tonight.

On the other side, Song Wei was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and Mao Yi was fanning himself while talking about interesting things about Lin'an.

Song Wei coughed suddenly, and Mao Yi immediately understood, picked up the herbal tea on the table and handed it to Song Wei.

"Lord magistrate, please drink some tea. This is the best Biluochun, which was rewarded by magistrate." Mao Yi said with a smile.

"I haven't had Biluochun for a long time."

Song Wei laughed, and the deep laughter echoed in the room. He sat up from the bed, put the teacup to his mouth, and wanted to take a sip.

At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of Song Wei's door. He raised his leg and kicked the door open. Without warning, Song Wei's hand shook, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

"I heard a burst of obscene laughter from afar, it must be from Song Zhi County." Cao Zhengming appeared in front of the two of them, he looked at Song Wei who was in a daze, and smiled very happily, "Why, I am old , Your body is useless? Look, you can’t even hold your tea.”

"Hmph." Song Wei restrained his anger and sneered, "I'm too lazy to have the same knowledge as you. For the sake of the magistrate, I don't care."

"Then I would like to thank you." Cao Zhengming was not afraid of strangers at all, and went straight to the chair. Song Wei squinted at him and rolled his eyes vigorously.

"Mao Yi, pour tea." Cao Zhengming ordered.

"Yes, Lord Zhizhou." Mao Yi immediately left Song Wei and poured tea with a shy face.

"What are you doing here?" Song Wei lay back on the bed, not looking at Cao Zhengming.

"Of course I came to see you." Cao Zhengming took a sip of tea, "I heard that Song Zhixian passed out after seeing the corpse, so I came to see you. Now it seems that Song Zhixian has a rosy complexion and can laugh out loud. It's all right."

"It was just an accident." Song Wei opened his eyes, smashed his mouth and said, "It was a hot day that day, I was dizzy from the sun, that's all."

"Oh?" Cao Zhengming put down his teacup, approached Song Wei and said, "How did I hear that Song Zhixian even vomited out the overnight meal?"

Song Wei didn't move, and said calmly, "Ming people don't say dark words, Master Zhizhou can say whatever he wants, why bother to deal with these useless things with the lower officials."

Seeing that Song Wei didn't achieve the desired results, Cao Zhengming suppressed his smile and went out the door.

"Tomorrow, the prefect will tell you to wait for him at the old place."

After speaking, Cao Zhengming left.

"Hey, my lord, what does this Lord Zhizhou mean?" Mao Yi asked quickly.

"What's the meaning of him? What's the meaning of it!" Song Wei patted Mao Yi's head vigorously, "It's useless to think about it. If you have the time, why don't you go and investigate that broken-mouthed person for me!"

Song Wei looked at Biluochun on the ground and felt that this year was really unlucky. He was interrupted three times while drinking tea. Could it be related to Biluochun?

"Mao Yi, change Biluochun. From today on, I will drink Longjing instead!"

On that day, Du Si turned on the lamp to fight at night and slept very late. At the same time, another tragedy was staged in Fan's residence.

On the second day, the body of Guanshi Li of Fan's family was found hanged on the beam of the house.

The author has something to say: In fact, the name Mao Yi is due to my personal reasons. When I wrote that chapter, I happened not to wear a sweater at school, and I almost froze to death, so Mao Yi was born = ω = everyone should pay attention to keep warm ah