When they returned home after visiting the market, Lin Yunlong and his wife had been waiting for a long time.
Lin Yunlong was sitting with a dark face, while Lin Hua was anxiously walking around in the courtyard, leaning against the door and looking up from time to time.
"Oh! You little girl, where have you gone? I'm so worried!" Lin Hua felt a stone fall in her heart when she saw her little sister coming back on horseback.
"Mom! My brother took me to the market and bought me hair accessories, gouache and clothes, as well as jackets and shoes for you and dad!" Lin Long said happily to Lin Hua while carrying large and small bags.
"Brother?" Lin Hua finally noticed that the man on the horse was actually her son assigned to the border army.
"Mother!" Lin Linyou jumped off the horse and bowed respectfully to Lin Hua.
"My Di'er..." After rubbing her son's face with tears in her eyes for a long time in the courtyard, Lin Hua happily took her son into the house and shouted to the old man: "His father, You'er is back!"
Lin Yunlong still had a sullen face: "I'm not deaf!"
"Dad." Lin Linyou finished the ritual as usual, but his father didn't greet him. It was Lin Hua who came over and helped him up.
"You're so brave, you took my sister out without even saying a word to us! Do you still think of me as your father?" Lin Yunlong scolded.
"Oops! You'er finally came back, please stop saying a few words." Lin Hua advised, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat first, eat first."
It was getting dark, and the family gathered around an oil lamp that flickered on and off, and started to have dinner with the wine and meat that Lin Linyou brought back from the market and the leftovers that Lin Yunlong and the others brought back from their employer.
I usually eat dinner very early, but in order to save lamp oil, I was delayed today because I was waiting for Miss Lin.
After finally being reunited and drinking a few more glasses of good wine, Lin Yunlong's face finally became less tense, but he still asked Lin Linyou like a prisoner:
"How did you come back? You didn't sneak out, right?"
"No." Lin Lin said, "He performed well in the army and became a guerrilla, and then went to work in the capital. Now he is a seventh-grade junior military attaché."
"Brother, you have become an official? That's great!" Lin Long said happily, and Lin Hua also had a smile on her face.
Only Lin Yunlong was not happy: "What's so good about being a military attache? A soldier is a murderous weapon! A fighter is an unruly person! You should have listened to your father, study hard, and become a Jinshi without asking for anything. If you are an official, it is better to be a teacher than a military attache!"
There was a generation gap. Lin Linyou finally understood where his rejection of this family came from. It turned out that the original owner himself was reluctant to go home.
After dinner, Mrs. Lin Hua said: "Son! You didn't tell me in advance when you came back, so I can clean up your room now."
"What are you doing?" Lin Yunlong drank a little too much and said loudly, "He will sleep with me tonight! You sleep with my little sister!"
Lin Linyou also drank a lot: "Actually... it's okay for me to sleep with my little sister..."
"What did you say? You bastard!" Lin Yunlong casually picked up the pole by the wall and stumbled around the yard chasing Lin Linyou...
The next day, after discovering that Huang Xijue was in the gambling house, Lin Linyou said goodbye to his family and said he was going back to Beijing for business, so he rode straight to the gambling house in the market town.
As usual, he put on his uniform and had an embroidered spring knife on his waist. He dismounted in front of the gambling house, opened the thick curtain with the word "gambling" and walked in. However, he heard a shout inside, followed by several bangs and bangs. …
Within a moment, a man flew out of the curtain and landed on the street. Lin Linyou used the "Japanese rope binding method" to tie him up, picked him up and threw him on the horse.
Huang Xijue struggled and shouted, "Why are you tying me up? I haven't messed with you recently!"
Lin Linyou ignored him, got on his horse, and drove around the town, shouting all the way: "Jin Yiwei is handling the case! Everyone, please give way!"
Passers-by stopped one after another, and some of them knew him: "Isn't that the eldest son of the Lin family from the next village? I heard that he was sent to the army, but I didn't expect that he became a royal guard!"
"He's back to take revenge! I heard that the Jin Yiwei's prison, everyone who went in wanted to die. Now the yellow dealer will have to endure it!"
Huang Xijue was even more frightened after hearing this, and kept twisting on the horse, but how could the "Japanese rope binding method" be so easy to break free? Lin Linyou learned this painstakingly from several "Japanese masters"!
"Be honest with me!" Lin Linyou shined a whip on his butt.
When they arrived at the inn ten miles away, it was already dark. Lin Linyou untied Huang Xijue and brought him to the room. Now that he was skilled in martial arts, he was not afraid of him running away.
Huang Xijue didn't want to run away. He had already witnessed Lin Linyou's methods in the gambling house, so he knelt down in a hurry as soon as he entered the room: "Brother, there were so many people outside just now..."
"I heard that you spread rumors that I was dead?" Lin Linyou looked at him meaningfully.
"Damn you kid! What a foul mouth I have!" Huang Xijue clapped his hands at his mouth without saying anything, "Brother! Mr. Official! Please don't send me to prison! I won't bear the pain of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment." Enough!"
"If you don't want to go to prison, that's fine. Just answer my questions honestly. You answer whatever I ask."
"Okay, okay!" Huang Xijue nodded repeatedly.
Lin Linyou didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point: "Why did you kill that brothel girl in the first place?"
"For this matter... Sir, this case has been closed..."
"It's settled, but I can also retry it. Do you want to retry it here or go to the imperial prison?" Lin Lin said, "If you go to the imperial prison, you don't need to have a trial with the emperor."
He threatened me with imprisonment again! But speaking of it, I was really frightened, and even dropped two drops of urine. Huang Xijue pondered for a while and said, "That little girl has been pestering me, wanting me to redeem her life."
"So you killed her?" Lin Linyou stared at him.
"I don't have money to ransom her..."
"As a smuggler of salt, how can you have no money?"
"There used to be, but it was all spent on her... Besides, I stopped doing that business a long time ago."
"Yeah." Lin Linyou nodded, stood up, and kicked Huang Xijue to the ground hard, "I'm so shameful for you! How dare you lie to me! If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you first The teeth were pulled out one by one!”
"I said, I said!" Huang Xijue grinned and struggled to get up, kneeling upright again: "Yes... I lied to her. From the beginning, I had no intention of redeeming her. The eldest lady in the family is fierce. How dare I marry her! She kept pestering me, asking me to pay back the money or marry her. I gambled away all her money. I was so impatient with her pestering that I accidentally killed her when I was drunk that day... …My lord, what I say is true! I said the same thing in the Ministry of Punishment.”
I'm being honest this time! Lin Linyou has read his case files, and also briefly glanced at other similar case files. His motive is not universal. Not all brothel customers want to redeem themselves for the women in the brothel, and not all women in the brothel want to redeem themselves. Everyone wants to be good.
"Let me ask you, from your experienced criminal perspective, who do you think would kill a robber like you?"
Huang Xijue looked at him with a smile: "Sir, I only sell private salt, how can I be considered a senior person!"
"There's so much nonsense! Just say it!"
"Well... from my point of view, the person who killed Aike should also be Aike!"
"Oh? Tell me."
"Look, you said that the person who died was Xiake, right? Then who knows his identity as Xiuke? He must also be Xiuke, right?" Huang Xijue said, "Only Xiuke will stay in the teaching center all day long. Just wandering around the door! As for the motive..."
"It's not entirely true, but it makes sense." Lin Linyou nodded, "Go on, what's the motive?"
Huang Xijue held his chin in his hands and thought for a long time, then said with an apologetic smile: "Sir, I...can you stand and say, I have been kneeling for a long time and my legs are numb, hehe!"
Lin Linyou waved his hand.
Huang Xi stood up, tapping his legs, and said, "Motive? Jealousy! Yes, it must be because of jealousy!"
"What are you jealous of?"
"He's jealous that the other person is stronger than him! If he can't stand it, he kills the other person!" Huang Xijue said firmly, "It's like those of us who often hang out in gambling houses. When we see others winning money, we also want to kill the other person. Kill him! This will make him proud!"
"Are you saying that the murderer killed someone who was more capable than him because of his incompetence and deep jealousy?"
"It's that kind of ability." Huang Xijue said, "The murderer's hands-on ability is quite strong, otherwise how could he kill the other person!"
"Is it possible that the murderer was ridiculed by the brothel woman because of his incompetence, and became angry and killed the woman?"
"It's unlikely."
"oh?"
"No brothel girl would laugh at a man. They wish you were incompetent and wish you had finished your work early." Huang Xijue walked closer, moved his chair and sat down. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it. "But before I I know a guy, but he can't say that. When he tried hard, he almost strangled his girl to death!"
Lin Linyou nodded thoughtfully. This answer was something he had never thought of. Of course, it was normal that he had not thought of it. After all, he was very capable.
At the same time, he also thought of several crime movies, such as Goryeo's "The Chaser"...
But the difference is that in this case, the victims were mostly tourists.
