Di Ying was speechless for a few breaths.
He looked at Hang Zixuan, who was about 15 years old and still very young and immature, then at his blood-stained robe, and then at the knife for cutting pigweed held by Xu Si who brought him in. , the eyebrows jumped slightly.
He said in a voice: "Get up and take me to your house to have a look. Is your mother's body still at home?"
"Yes."
Although Hang Zixuan is young and the matter is serious, he is extremely calm and speaks coherently and clearly.
"Cao Min accidentally killed his mother. He was so frightened that he did not dare to delay, so he came to the Yamen with the murder weapon and surrendered. Cao Min did not want to be sentenced to beheading, so he asked to see you directly.
Because you are a good official who has compassion for our people, right?
Although Cao Min wanted to die at that time and thought about paying for his mother's life, Cao Min was still young and his father and sister had not been found. He could not die yet and did not want to die. Lord Di, please consider that Cao Min was killed accidentally. For the sake of it, please spare Xiaomin’s life. "
Hang Zixuan did not get up, but kowtowed on the spot and asked for leniency.
Di Ying walked up to him and stretched out her hand to pull him up.
Then he said: "No matter what the result is, take me to the scene first to have a look. Whether it was manslaughter or not, you don't have to say, do you understand?"
Hang Zixuan didn't bother him. Hearing Master Di say this, he stood up and turned around to lead the way.
Not a single tear fell.
Seeing Xie Jing and other guards, their brows were all knitted together.
Regardless of whether it was a manslaughter or not, the person who died was still his mother who had worked so hard to raise him. How could he be so... so devoid of any sadness or remorse?
Could it be...?
Xie Jing quietly asked the adults: "Is this person also born with an emotional deficit or indifference?"
Xie Jing remembered that the adults once encountered a case. The adults said that the criminal's brain was born with a small piece missing in a certain part, which happened to be the piece responsible for controlling emotions.
Such people will be natural killers, as cold as ice. Even their loved ones will become their targets, and they will not feel guilty at all, let alone sad.
Xie Jing feels that way now when she looks at Hang Zixuan.
But it was denied.
"No, it's possible that he was overstimulated, or..."
Di Ying only answered half of Xie Jing's questions.
Xie Jing guessed the other half: "Or is he someone with a prolonged sexual response personality?"
Some people, in response to major blows or pain from the outside world, will automatically close their hearts, seal themselves away, and refuse to accept reality.
Only when time slowly passes, this door will slowly open, and the pain will be slowly released and digested.
Such people will appear more indifferent than normal people when faced with such things.
Everyone usually thinks that this person is worse than a white-eyed wolf, but only they themselves understand the pain of such a person.
Xie Jing remembered that adults used to call this kind of people: people with prolonged reaction character.
But the half-answer he gave didn't get any reaction from the adults in his family.
There was no nodding or shaking of the head.
When he wanted to ask more questions, he was stopped by Zhou Lin.
In this way, Xie Jing followed the adults to Hang Zixuan's home with question marks on his head.
The courtyard door was also locked, from the outside.
After Hang Zixuan brought the person to the door of his house, he methodically took out the key, opened the courtyard door, stood by the door, and asked Di Ying to come in.
Di Ying glanced at Hang Zixuan, but without lifting her feet, she saw bloodstains all over the yard.
As Hang Zixuan opened the two courtyard doors, standing at the entrance of the courtyard, he could clearly see: there were blood stains everywhere in the small courtyard...
In addition to blood stains, there were obvious signs of a fight.
The hogweed basket was overturned, and cut and uncut hogweed were flying everywhere.
Broomsticks, shovels, firewood sticks, etc. were also scattered everywhere.
There were also broken teapots, ceramic bowls, and chopsticks.
This is simply not a murder scene, nor a manslaughter scene, but a scene where ten pigs were passed over and killed.
Have you ever seen a scene where a pig butcher accidentally gave the pig a knife and failed to hold the pig tightly, causing the pig to squirt blood all over the ground?
If you haven’t seen it, just imagine it.
This is the feeling inside the small courtyard of Hang Zixuan's family.
but!
The "pig" ran away.
What does that mean?
There are just no bodies.
Di Ying lowered her head and looked at the threshold of the courtyard door in front of her feet.
There were blood stains on it too, dripping.
He took a few steps back and followed the dripping blood.
After walking about twenty steps, he stopped.
The bloodstain disappeared.
The snow layer shows signs of being swept away.
And the footprints next to the bloodstains...
Di Ying looked at the straw sandals on Hang Zixuan's feet, then at the footprints on the ground, then turned around and walked into the yard.
During this process, Hang Zixuan had been leaning against half of the courtyard door, with his head half lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
Even such a scene that could scare ordinary people into fainting did not move Hang Zixuan's expression at all.
Even though the smell of blood in the yard was actually pungent, Hang Zixuan's breathing was still even and steady.
You know, even the guards looked unbearable.
Di Ying's eyes swept over their fingers, which were a little ready to move, and also over Hang Zizhan's face. He twirled his fingers, crossed Hang Zixuan, and visited every room in his house.
Despite the chaos in the courtyard, the house is neat and orderly. Although it is not that clean, it can be seen that the owner is not in a good mood, but he also has the mentality of barely getting by.
This is very consistent with the situation of "losing" someone in the family.
Di Ying sighed inwardly, walked back to the courtyard, signaled Xu Si to bring Hang Zixuan in, and then closed the courtyard door.
He directly asked Hang Zixuan: "Why did you report a false case? Your mother is fine at all, right? Where did she go? Stop lying to me. There is no human blood in this yard. These... are all pig blood. Right? The blood that dripped outside the hospital was dripped out intentionally by you, right? Where is the dead pig? Was it taken away by your mother? What kind of trouble are you two, mother and son, going to have? "
Hang Zixuan's expression finally changed.
Not fear, not regret, but smile.
He smiled softly, as if he was very satisfied with something, or like the smile that comes after a plan succeeds.
He's so impressive... I really want to slap him.
"As expected of Master Di, ordinary people can recognize it at a glance without having to say anything, and they can even distinguish pig blood from human blood so clearly.
The common people reported a false case, please punish them as you please, Mr. Di. The ordinary people can see that there are such magical court officials in the world, and their death is worth it. "
These words...
Di Ying frowned slightly.
"You and your mother fabricated all this just to verify whether I am worthy of my name?"
