"Realistic detective stories and scripted plots are never the same thing."
The quarrel not far away continued, and Di Jin was pulled to the door of the bookstore by the child. He watched this embarrassing scene and secretly shook his head.
In ancient folk tales, Di Renjie, Kou Zhun, Bao Zheng, Liu Bowen, Hai Rui... these capable ministers of all dynasties have all solved similar cases.
In later film and television dramas, young Bao Qingtian, Da Song Ti Xing Guan and God Duan Di Renjie also used similar plots to show the protagonist's wit.
But this method of making oil flowers with copper coins is actually not rigorous and pays more attention to details.
The plot in "The Biography of Su Wuming" he wrote was designed like this.
The woodcutter and the butcher who specializes in mutton got into a dispute over a thousand dollars. Both parties said that the money belonged to them. Su Wuming happened to be passing by and came up with a way. He asked someone to bring firewood, boil a basin of water, and then put the money into the pot. Coins are poured into the water.
After the copper coin was put into the water, due to the heat, a layer of oily flowers soon floated up. Su Wuming leaned over and smelled it carefully. He smelled a smell of mutton, and judged from this that the coin belonged to the butcher.
There are two key points here.
First, the water needs to be heated to produce obvious oil blooms in a short period of time. This is the same as washing oil with hot water. If you simply take a basin of water and throw copper coins into it, there will be no significant effect. .
Second, evidence alone does not stand up. A single oil splash cannot explain the problem. The copper coins in the hand may also be stained with oil for some reason. Only with the smell of sheep, the argument that the copper coins belong to the butcher selling sheep can be basically established.
Judging a case cannot rely solely on one detail to reach a hasty conclusion. For example, the famous Sherlock Holmes deduction method is a kind of abductive reasoning with many uncertainties. In reality, solving a case requires multiple pieces of evidence to draw a conclusion. in conclusion.
Now Pan County Lieutenant was obviously sitting on the wax. As the quarrel between the butcher and Suo Huan became more and more fierce, the whispers of the people next to him also became louder, which was quite mocking.
"This is a good official. How can other officials care about the life and death of ordinary people like me?" The bookstore boy couldn't bear to see it and looked at Di Jin: "Mr. Lang, you are a detective, help this official." People!"
Di Jin shook his head: "I am not a detective, and you don't have to worry. The county lieutenant is responsible for arresting and investigating the case. The real culprit cannot escape interrogation."
As soon as the words fell, Captain Pan came to his senses, snorted coldly, and waved his hand: "Take them both back to the Yamen, and I will personally interrogate them to see who stole whose money! "
As soon as these words came out, not to mention the expressions of the butcher and Suo Huan changed. The people who were watching all took a few steps back. The crowd that was still dense just now dispersed quickly.
The young man Suo Huan's body was trembling, but he still held the copper coins tightly in his hand and refused to let go. The butcher swayed and stepped back, muttering: "I don't want this money... I don't want it anymore!"
Captain Pan narrowed his eyes: "Is it up to you? Take it back!"
Seeing the government officials approaching from left and right, the butcher's legs weakened and he fell to his knees in fear: "This is not my money. I saw that this kid got the reward, and I want to be greedy... Please forgive me, official!"
The onlookers were in an uproar. The young man was relieved and knelt down and shouted: "The official has made a clear decision! The official has made a clear decision!"
Captain Pan was stunned, but soon smiled, stroked his beard and exclaimed: "As expected of me!"
Only the boy in the bookstore was the most shocked: "Is this broken?"
Di Jin was not surprised.
The butcher's kneeling reflects the feudal people's deep-rooted fear of the yamen. Once they enter, they will be exploited by officials and subordinates, and it will be far more than a few hundred coins to escape. Not to mention the county magistrate, even a small official in the yamen, There are often ways to make ordinary people lose their homes.
So his current effort is to get rid of his identity as a commoner!
"Farewell."
While the crowd dispersed, Di Jin said hello and walked out.
Instead of him disappearing at the end of the street without looking back, the boy in the bookstore watched the county captain teach the butcher a lesson, and then gave a few words of encouragement to the grateful young man. A thought came to his mind: "This is After all, the officials are willing to make the decision for us, but it’s a pity that they are a little stupid. It would be great if we could learn from Su Wuming’s skills!”
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"Mukuro!"
"Mukuro is back!"
More than half an hour later, Di Jin turned into Xiaolianzi Alley in the west of the city. His house was at the end of the alley.
As soon as we entered the alley, there were constant greetings from both sides, and smiling faces that were either enthusiastic or flattering greeted us.
Di Jin greeted them all the way with a calm expression.
Because this is not a sign of good popularity. On the contrary, I have always been reclusive and not very familiar with my neighbors.
The enthusiasm of the neighbors was entirely directed at another person in his family.
Looking at the door of his house in the distance, Di Jin turned his eyes to the side and faced a man in front of a carriage.
The man was dressed in black, with a large belt tied around his waist. His back was straight and his eyes were fierce. At first glance, he was no ordinary citizen.
At this moment, he saw that the man seemed to want to come over and say hello, but there was a sound coming from inside the carriage. After listening attentively, he clasped his fists from a distance, climbed onto the carriage, and raised his whip: "Drive!"
Di Jin stopped, watched the carriage go away, frowned slightly, and walked into the house.
His home is actually quite big, but due to the sparse population, many places have not been taken care of. Even the main hall is a bit shabby, and he looks like he is too lazy to clean it up.
There are two cleanest and neatest places, one is Di Jin's study, and the other is the martial arts training ground in the backyard.
At this time, Di Jin had just arrived in the backyard when a black shadow whizzed over. He gathered his strength, stretched out his palm, and accurately grasped it.
Even though he was prepared, Di Jin's wrist sank suddenly when he caught it, and he had to twist his body to relieve his strength.
When he turned his wrist, the black shadow flying over revealed his true identity, which was a long whip-shaped weapon.
Four feet, four-edged, edgeless, slightly pointed at the upper end, and with a handle at the lower end.
This is a trump card.
One of the eighteen kinds of weapons, it is so strong and tyrannical that non-strong people cannot use it freely. If the mace falls, it can seriously injure the enemy through the armor, or even kill him directly.
Along with the unique welcome ceremony, a clear and hearty female voice came over: "Brother Six, you received it well!"
Di Jin walked over, cupped his hands and said, "The eleventh lady throws better!"
The siblings looked at each other and smiled.
The ranking within a large clan is usually calculated based on clan and house, taking into account cousins of the same generation.
For example, Sima Guang was his father's second son, but he was ranked "twelfth" and was called Sima Twelve because in addition to his brother, there were ten cousins in front of him.
And men and women have to be calculated separately. Cheng Hao's two daughters are even more exaggerated. They are called twenty-nine mothers and forty-seven mothers...
There are few men in this generation of the Di family. Di Jin is fifteen years old this year and is the sixth in rank. He is called Liu Lang or Liu Geer.
The elder sister Di Xiangling is eighteen years old. She is the eleventh female in the family and is called the eleventh lady.
Di Xiangling has a very beautiful name, but she is not as gentle as an ordinary woman. The contours of her cheeks give people a masculine look, her skin shows a healthy color, and her eyes are bright. At this time, she slapped the mace in her hand on the ground and smiled. Asked: "During the ancestor worship, your uncles didn't give you any trouble, right?"
Di Jin said in a relaxed tone: "Your brother, I am a child prodigy and a future Jinshi. How can it be difficult for my uncle to recommend me to Jinyang Academy to study?"
"Recommend you to go to the academy..." Di Xiangling was startled for a moment, then beamed with joy: "Do you agree?"
Di Jin explained: "Today's imperial examinations are dominated by Xikun style. I have little exposure to this style of writing. It is particularly necessary to study in the academy. This is what I took the initiative to propose."
"Sixth brother has grown up!" Di Xiangling sighed: "With your stubborn temper before, you would never have spoken. But since you have received help from your clan relatives, you have to study hard. Never let down your uncles’ expectations!”
Di Jin nodded: "Sister, don't worry."
Di Xiangling was indeed relieved, but a little regretful: "It's a pity. Originally, dad arranged that after your senior year, you can actually practice martial arts..."
Di Jinqi said: "In addition to studying every day, I just stand and exercise my strength, manipulate stone locks, and build up my strength. Isn't that practicing martial arts?"
"What's that? It's just laying the foundation!" Di Xiangling crossed the long mace in his hand and said: "As a son of the Di family, what you really need to learn is the family's unique art of 'Kang Long Mace'!"
