Di Ying then signaled Liu Liu to lock Aunt Pu into the kitchen room.
Seeing his father and mother being driven away and imprisoned, Brother Pu's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Di Ying looked at him, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said to him with a sense of oppression: "If you don't tell me, you will have to go back to the government office with us."
Brother Park answered immediately.
"It's the east wing. It's on the bed on the left side."
Di Ying walked towards the east wing and said, "Follow me."
Brother Pu looked around and saw that there was really no one to rely on for support, so he had no choice but to follow him on trembling legs.
Walking to the edge of the bed on the left side, Di Ying looked at some dark brown marks on the tamped dirt floor in front of the bed, squatted down, picked up some with his fingers, put it under the tip of his nose and smelled it.
Then scatter.
He took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, straightened up, pointed to the end of the bed corresponding to the mark, and asked Pu Zan's brother unhurriedly.
"When he sleeps, does his head rest here?"
Brother Park nodded vigorously.
Di Ying squatted down again and reached out to measure the height from the bed to the ground. Then he stood in front of the bed, stretched out his hand, and made a virtual pressing motion.
Park Chan: Age is about 20 years old; weight is about 58 kilograms; height: about 167 centimeters. On the thin side.
Di Ying calculated the possible height and weight of the murderer in order to successfully exert such force, and then tried the action of bending down to press down.
It was determined that the hand and arm originally used by the murderer to cover Park Chan's mouth and nose when committing the murder were almost straight.
The murderer didn't bend very far.
In other words: it’s easy to start.
Finally, he threw away the sickle and covered it with the palm of one hand, covering him with force to prevent Pu Zan from shouting and struggling.
According to measurements and calculations, the murderer's height is approximately 162 centimeters and his weight is approximately 70 kilograms.
Di Ying looked back: Brother Park, who is about 170 centimeters tall.
Then asked him: "Is your brother very annoying in Zhuangzi?"
Brother Park flinched when he heard the question.
After squeaking for several breaths, he timidly nodded.
He hesitated: "No, no one likes him. He chases chickens and dogs, and bullies the elderly and children. He also likes to... defecate and pee outside the walls of other people's houses.
Especially, especially like, like running around naked...
Everyone in Zhuangzi dislikes him. Also, there were people who dumped his shit into my yard.
Or, ask my parents to pay for it.
He also always scolds my parents for not taking care of my brother. "
"Do you hate him?" Di Ying asked.
Brother Pu hesitated and struggled for a while, then nodded gently.
"I-I'm eighteen years old, and he and I can't even get married. As soon as the matchmaker came to the village and inquired about my family, no one was willing to help us arrange a marriage.
Originally, my family was not considered poor. Four years ago, my brother burned other people’s rice fields and paid all the money to them. My family has no money.
He, he still doesn't repent and often does bad things. Either he stole someone's chicken and roasted it secretly, or he threw someone's child into the river and then rescued it...
But he has never done any bigger bad things. Really do not have. "
As he spoke, Brother Pu got a little excited and shook his head like a rattle.
Di Ying looked at him and asked again: "I saw that your family feeds a pig and a few chickens. Does your family feed pigs all year round? Who kills them at the end of the year?"
When Brother Pu heard that the official no longer asked questions about his brother, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied: "We feed him every year. If my father is killed at the end of the year, he can sell it for money. Pig grass is all I'll cut it."
After Di Ying heard this, he walked out.
After leaving the east wing, I turned to the area where farm tools were piled in the woodshed and walked around inside.
Then he walked around the yard and looked at the surrounding walls.
He picked up a sickle next to the pig pen, passed the blade, took a closer look at the handle, waved it a few times, and asked: "Is this the sickle you often use? Is it a little small? This handle It’s a little short too.”
Brother Pu shook his head when he heard the question and replied nonchalantly: "That's what my dad uses. My dad is short, and he couldn't use it because it was too long. He went to find someone to make a shorter one. Mine is in In a hogweed basket.”
Di Ying went to the pigweed basket near the courtyard door and found the sickle that Brother Pu often used.
It is true that the blade is more curved and the handle is longer, which is what ordinary people use normally.
"Does your mother have a special sickle?" Di Ying asked.
Brother Pu nodded and shook his head.
He replied: "My mother is also short, so she can't use the long one. Originally, I gave it to my mother just like my father did.
But a few days ago, my mother lost her hand. Because of this, she stood angrily at the end of the village and cursed for an hour.
She suspected that someone in the village had taken it away from her. In fact, there are many such things. My brother brings trouble to others, and others always find ways to bring trouble to our family.
Our chickens don't dare to be released outside the yard, otherwise they will be thrown away. My brother throws stones into other people's yards, and they will throw stones into our house...
No one in my family dared to stand in the yard. Everything I do is done by sliding against the wall, which is very troublesome. "
Di Ying put down the sickle, looked at the courtyard wall, and suddenly brought the topic back.
"Why do your parents say that your brother died in the west wing?"
Brother Pu was stunned and blurted out: "That's it..."
He opened his eyes suddenly, covered his mouth, and started to run away.
Peng Liang grabbed the collar of his neck and lifted him up.
Liu Liuze leaned over, shook his head and said, "Tsk, tsk, you can't tell. You're so good at telling lies at such a young age? You're pretending to be real. Are you as bad as your brother?" ah?"
"I'm not, I haven't, I've never done anything bad!"
Brother Park, who was lifted off his feet from the ground, struggled, swayed, and shouted.
Liu Liu refused to give up. "You haven't done it? How can someone who has never done anything bad make up such a smooth lie? Tell me, did you kill your brother?"
Brother Pu shook his head crazily: "No, I didn't!"
Liu Liu: "You still say no? You hate your brother for embarrassing yourself, causing trouble, ruining the family and causing trouble, hating him for ruining the family fortune, hating him for making you unable to be called a wife and having to endure hardships every day. Do you hate him more than the villagers?" , and even more reason to want to kill him.”
"yes!"
Brother Pu couldn't struggle, but when he heard these words again, he simply gritted his molars and said bitterly: "I hate him. You are absolutely right, I hate him so much, I hate him more than anyone else.
But I didn't kill him, I couldn't do it! So I'm grateful to the person who killed him, and to the hero for getting rid of such a scourge, so I don't want you to catch the hero telling lies. "
In the end, the confidence was not enough.
After hearing this, Di Ying asked him with a strange expression: "Do you know that the hero who killed him was not Tu Liang?"
