So, Zhu Xiang had to ask He Shun to make the gesture again.
Then translate the meaning of the actions one by one.
Di Ying asked Xiang Huanfan: "Did you see anything?"
It’s not about listening, it’s about seeing.
Huan Fan was a very forthright person, and he spoke straightforwardly. When asked, he replied: "No, He Shun made the same gestures twice when he surrendered.
Sir, doesn't this further prove that the judge did not make a mistake? He clearly has a deep memory of the crimes he committed and regrets them very much. "
After hearing this, Di Ying did not say whether Huan Fan's answer was right or wrong, but asked He Shun to repeat the gesture again.
Life in prison was not easy. Young He Shun was always in a rather painful and numb state. Move as you are told, and do as you are told.
Stiff and rigid.
This time, without waiting for Master Di to ask, Huan Fan simply said it himself.
"It's still the same. Is there anything wrong with this? Four times, the height, strength, and even amplitude of his gestures are almost exactly the same. Doesn't this prove that he is not lying?"
Di Ying smiled and asked: "What about Zhu Xiang's? How about each gesture?"
Zhu Xiang was shocked at first by these words.
He quickly gestured and thought about whether he had done anything wrong.
After thinking about it, I knelt down...
He found that every gesture he made was somewhat different from the previous one. Some gestures have more, some have fewer.
Gestures are not a single gesture, they also need to be matched with expressions.
And expressions change with emotions.
When Zhu Xiang was asked to repeat it over and over again, he inevitably became dissatisfied and made a mistake.
Three translations: one is dead, one is not far from death, and he is the only one left.
This went wrong again, and Zhu Xianghuner was scared to death.
Huan Fan didn't know why.
Di Ying asked him: "When you went to handle the dispute case yesterday, you went under the river? Was the back of your hand scratched?"
"Well, it's a small matter. They were making a lot of noise, grabbing mud and hitting people. They didn't pay attention and hit Xia Guan and others all over. On the way back, there was a river, so we went down to clean it.
Wasn't the 'No Fishing and Shrimp Order' repealed? The official wanted to touch a fish and bring it back. I accidentally scratched it on the sharp rocks at the bottom of the river, but it was not in the way. "Huan Fan nodded and explained.
Di Ying smiled and asked again with a smile.
Huan Fan: "..."
He didn't know what Master Di meant, but the superior officer had orders and he had to obey.
He puffed up his cheeks and answered again.
"When they were about to start fighting, the official arrived with his men and pulled them apart. But they still talked and grabbed mud and threw it at each other.
The lower official and his own people were covered in mud. On my way back, I passed by a small river and went down to wash myself.
The lower official still wants to take a fish home and make soup. Now that the ban has finally been lifted, why don't we give him a toothpaste?
Unexpectedly, there was a sharp stone at the bottom of the river. Xianguan didn't pay attention and was scratched. It was a trivial matter. "
After Huan Fan finished speaking, he looked at Master Di. Do you think your Excellency should be satisfied this time?
As a result, Master Di asked him to answer again.
Huan Fan: "...Your Excellency, isn't the official's explanation clear enough?
Di Ying raised her hand to signal to come again.
Huan Fan was a little angry and stared at Di Ying.
It's a pity that he can't disobey the order no matter how hard he stares.
He grinded his molar teeth angrily and said, "It's really not a big deal, why not just scratch it? Who knew that the stones at the bottom of the river are sharper?"
I didn't pay attention: I let him hang up while I was catching fish. It didn't bother me, and it didn't delay my return to the Yamen. The conflicts among the villagers were also resolved.
In recent times, most of the conflicts that have arisen are due to the problem of water diversion and land irrigation, and it is not difficult to solve them.
Sir, are you satisfied with my answer? "
Di Ying nodded and asked him: "Why are your answers different three times?"
"How can it be exactly the same? Every emotion is different. There will be differences between what you think of and what you say. How normal..."
Huan Fan opened his mouth and spoke, but his voice got stuck in his throat.
He knew where he went wrong.
Half a year later, He Shun's gestures were exactly the same as when he surrendered; the gestures he repeated three times just now were still exactly the same.
At this time, Di Ying said aloud: "Even if a person is asked to recall what just happened, he will not remember all the details too clearly.
Every time I say it, there will be some deviation. Unless: I have memorized it deliberately or practiced it over and over again. "
As he said that, Di Ying raised his hand to ask Zhu Xiang to get up, "Zhu Xiang, tell He Shun that the fatal wound on the person he killed was the knife edge, not the ax mark. Ask him what he used to kill him. people?"
This time, Zhu Xiang was much more careful and serious.
As soon as He Shun finished reading Zhu Xiang's gestures, he stood up, shook his head vigorously, and beat his chest vigorously, looking very anxious.
But the movements on his hands were like gestures: one time it was a knife, another time it was an ax, and then he patted his chest like "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".
Without the need for Zhu Xiang to translate, everyone present could understand what He Shun meant: whether it was a knife or an ax, it was just him who killed him. He was the one who killed it.
Di Ying asked He Shun again: "Do you have family? Do you have any friends?"
He Shun shook his head at the former question and nodded at the latter question.
Ask him where his friends are?
He pursed his lips and refused to answer.
Di Ying turned around and went to the desk, picked up a pen and drew a picture.
A room, with a tall man at the door: the lines are very dark, and the man's face is empty and looks very white.
The window of the house was open, and inside, there was a person who was tied up: a person whose gender was indistinguishable.
After finishing the painting, let He Shun take a look.
He Shun did not respond and his face was tense.
When Di Ying changed the face of the white-faced man into Luan Chao's, He Shun shrank.
Not only his pupils shrank, but his whole body also shrank back.
But he still didn't respond to the situation of the kidnapped people in the room, and his face remained tense.
When Di Ying saw this, he thought about it and drew another one.
Luan Chao pushed a pile of money to people regardless of gender and dressed in rags.
He Shun had an ax stuck to his waist and went to chop people.
Di Ying asked Zhu Xiang to translate this painting.
He Shun shook his head vigorously, refusing to look at the painting or answer.
Di Ying started painting again.
In the case file: there is a portrait of the deceased Li Zhan.
In Di Ying's painting this time, Li Zhan's face is clearly drawn.
Only Li Zhan, no burden.
After showing it to He Shun, He Shun looked confused.
Di Ying's eyes moved and he started to draw again.
He Shun killed Li Zhan, who was selling tofu.
Luan Chao gave He Shun a sum of money.
He Shun gave the money to the gender-neutral person and then surrendered.
As soon as the painting was finished, He Shun's pupils shrank suddenly and he held his head with both hands, wishing he could bury his head in his knees.
And after one breath, he made the gestures he had made when he surrendered in a hurry, and repeated the gestures again and again.
