God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Shock was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples to expand round and round.

"Are you sure? Or are you fooling me?"

Yao Jingrong was overwhelmed by his slowness, and shook his head helplessly: "The finger joints are thick, the Adam's apple is obvious, and the skeleton is broad, obviously he is a man."

Wen Xichun was stunned for a while, then turned around in a daze. At this time, the back of the man and woman was only the size of a palm, and they were still washing clothes hard.

"Then why did he disguise himself as a woman..."

"Who knows, maybe there are some unspeakable difficulties."

The two were whispering to each other when a little old man with a hunched waist ran over from a long distance, pulling on his worn slippers but smiling like a sunflower on his face.

"The two of you are easy for me to find. Have you eaten breakfast yet? You specially asked someone to kill two hens. You have worked so hard all the way." The village chief flattered his old hands like dead wood. .

"It just so happens that you are here, so it's time for us to get down to business." Wen Xichun changed his face in a second, imitating the appearance of the village chief and smiling like a winter jasmine.

The village chief led the two of them around the village, talking all the way, and he insisted on blowing his notoriously poor village into one of the top [-] rich villages in the country. Well, Wen Xichun really wants to believe it.

"By the way, Uncle Liu, there is something I'm curious about." Wen Xichun was not in the mood to discuss broken village development with him right now.

"You say you say."

"You have a little boy about eleven or twelve years old, who is mentally abnormal."

"There is one who lives at the end of the village. He doesn't sleep every night and comes out to make trouble. His parents died early. Thanks to Xiurong's kindness, he took care of him." The village chief's mouth was as loose as the waist of the old lady's cotton trousers. , Before Wen Xichun continued to inquire, everything was shaken out.

"The Xiurong you mentioned is also from this village?"

"That can't be, three or four years ago, he came from outside, and he didn't know his identity. Even after the little cripple came, he followed closely."

Tsk, I guessed wrong, it turned out that it was not human trafficking, but came here voluntarily.

"How old is he?"

"Don't look at her ashamed all the time, she is not very old, maybe 24 or [-]."

This is strange, a young man with lofty aspirations doesn't want to go to the big city to work hard, but he wants to come to this poor and backcountry where no shit, and pretends to be a woman for so many years.

"Then why did he adopt such a child? Isn't it a burden to him?"

The village chief twirled his mustache, thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "I'll tell you the truth, don't spread the word."

Wen Xichun and Yao Jingrong looked at each other, thinking they had discovered some shocking secret.

"Actually, this Xiurong...he is a male doll."

Wen Xichun & Yao Jingrong: I already knew.

"As for why he insisted on dressing himself up as a girl, according to him, he did it for one person."

This is new news.

Wen Xichun immediately straightened his back and leaned over: "For whom."

"I don't know about that, anyway, it's not for that silly son."

Compared with other villagers who are only interested in money and have low quality, the village head is a real person, even if his mouth is like a broken teapot, he pours everything out, and he will be responsible for anyone in the village who has an affair with his father-in-law, and whoever steals someone's corn. Men Erqing, this is not enough, and even said that the whole people will be rewarded, the two of them listened to the village chief's words all morning, and then went back to their respective houses to find their respective mothers when it was lunch time.

In the afternoon, there was an annoying drizzle in the mountains again. Wen Xichun had no intention of going out, so he turned on the computer to sort out the clues of this case.

Because there were many people at the scene of the crime, many traces had been artificially destroyed first, and it was very troublesome to investigate.

"There are very few known clues now. Except for the time and cause of death of the deceased, other clues are not clear." Wen Xichun stopped typing, "What is more puzzling now is the murderer's intention. It is a public announcement, and there is no intention of concealing crimes."

"Is it...to vent your anger?" Wen Xichun suddenly thought of this question.

He immediately opened the browser and typed in "sewn lips and stuffed hair".

But the answer given by the browser is irrelevant, and half of them are advertisements about hair transplantation.

Just as he was contemplating, the phone rang twice suddenly.

It was Huang Jiu who called. As soon as he answered, he heard an unbearable excitement coming from the other end: "Boss! We have found the information of the deceased's son and daughter-in-law!"

"I already knew their information."

"No, no, the son's information has been found, but the daughter-in-law has no information at all, that's the point!" Huang Jiu almost shouted, "They haven't registered with the Civil Affairs Bureau for their marriage!"

"Okay, I see. Send the information to my email and I'll take a look."

Yao Jingrong put down the book in his hand, with a slightly ironic smile on the corner of his mouth:

"It's the one in your team surnamed Huang. He's not very capable and has a pretty loud voice."

"You have the ability, why don't you just hide in the city police station, can I see you from the police station next time?" Wen Xichun replied blankly, and the movements of his hands didn't stop.

"It doesn't matter, I'm satisfied with being one level higher than you." Yao Jingrong said with a smile.

Wen Xichun knew that he couldn't compare with him in terms of thickness of skin, so he simply stopped and continued to sort out clues and reports.

"Don't hold back in the room. If you can't hold back the result, go out for a walk tonight after everyone else is asleep. At least you have to confirm the scene of the first crime before proceeding to the next step." Seeing that the other party ignored him , couldn't hold back his loneliness, and leaned over ironically.

Although I don't like to listen to this person's nagging, I have to admit that what he said is indeed reasonable.

In the evening, the rain stopped, and the air was filled with wet mist, which was sticky on the body.

The two came to the hut where the body was found by night, looked around, and sneaked into the house after seeing no one.

The corpse had already been carried back to the research institute, leaving only the dilapidated and messy room, which was covered with another layer of dust in just a few days.

Looking at the environment, Wen Xichun was a little annoyed. If it wasn't for the villagers' uncoupling and telling the truth, why would he sneak over like a thief to investigate the case.

"It was raining on the night of the deceased's death, the light was not good, the road was difficult to walk, and ten o'clock was the time for the couple to sleep, no one around heard the movement, and the couple had no obvious signs of struggle before they died. The scene of the crime may be the bedroom." Wen Xichun knelt down and rubbed the dirt on the ground to have a look.

Yao Jingrong nodded, put on her shoe covers and walked slowly into the bedroom.

The bedroom is also messy and disorderly. The last time I came to do a trace inspection, I didn't find any useful clues from here.

"If this is the scene of the crime, then the deceased was dragged to the living room and hung on the beam to show the public, so what did the murderer want to tell others? If it was to vent his anger, what does it mean to sew his mouth and stuff his hair Woolen cloth."

Wen Xichun murmured, his thoughts had already flown away.

"I don't know anything else, but hair is said to be a matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?" Wen Xichun asked in confusion.

"In the customs of marriage in many areas, red strings are used to tie the cut parts of the hair of the two sides together, which means to tie the hair."

When Wen Xichun heard this sentence, he seemed to be inspired a little bit suddenly. If we follow this aspect and so on, in many stories, sewing up the mouth is a way to keep people from talking nonsense.

Suddenly, Wen Xichun suddenly realized.

"I may know the murderer's intention to do this." After Wen Xichun finished speaking, he suddenly rushed to the living room.

Under the beam where the two deceased hanged themselves, there is a spirit tablet facing a spirit card. According to the words on it, it should be the ranking of the ancestors of the family. Below the ranking is a small wooden box with a long history. The handle has been covered with a yellow-green patina.

Wen Xichun put on gloves and opened the small drawer on the wooden box, and saw two pieces of red paper inside.

And what was written on these two red papers confirmed his thoughts.