The old man was not good at words. He stretched out his hand to touch his mother who was sitting next to him. Patriarch Gao said to his mother, "Aunt Pan, tell me!" Where is your son?
I don't know wow! The old man and I were watching acrobatics at the village last night. We got back late and didn't see Heizi. We found that he left after returning home and has not returned home to this day. I don't know where he went.
Old mother, is Heizi your son? When Wu Gongzheng heard Heizi's name, he immediately recalled that the headless ghost in the dream had mentioned Heizi. He stood up alertly, stared at her and asked.
Aunt Pan said "Hmm", and Patriarch Gao added that Heizi's nickname was Gao Youneng, and his nickname was Heizi. This was because he had a small patch of black pot bottom on his chin and was born from the womb.
Wu Gongzheng made a move and asked Aunt Pan to leave her seat and come to the front of the hall. He asked, Old mother, how did you know that Heizi left after returning home last night? Is there any basis for this?
Magistrate Wu, it’s like this. After the acrobatic show at the village ended last night, his father and I went back and found that the main room was a bit messy, with several piles of stove ashes scattered. When we walked into the kitchen, we found out that Heizi had cooked noodles. I ate it because there was still noodle soup in the pot. One of the two bowls I had eaten noodles in was in the main room and the other in the kitchen. Neither of them was washed. Judging from the two bowls, it seems that Heizi has brought people to the house.
Aunt Pan started to talk a little panicked, but continued to talk less panicked, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, and felt that she could get out of it after she finished talking.
At this moment, Patriarch Gao approached Mr. Wu and whispered that Heizi liked to visit brothels. Maybe he was having a good time in a brothel in Jiangnan Town!
Old mother and Uncle Gao stay, we will go to your house immediately to see the scene. Mr. Wu said in a commanding tone.
Suddenly he raised his hand and raised his voice and said, "The folks can leave now. If you have any clues, report them to the officials immediately. If you can capture the murderer and send it to the Yamen, you can receive a reward."
Then you ordered the police officer on the right to quickly go to all the brothels and other entertainment venues that provide pornographic services in Jiangnan Town to search for black men. And he said to the two sturdy men standing on both sides of the stage, you two will follow him to carry out the hunting mission.
After the people in the ancestral hall of Gaojiazhuang dispersed, Wu Zhengyi did not ask Aunt Pan and Uncle Gao who stayed behind. Instead, he asked them to lead the way, and together with the police and Patriarch Gao, they went to inspect his home.
Aunt Pan said that the stove pot and two bowls containing the noodle soup had been washed, and the stove ashes in the main room had also been swept away.
The policeman asked where the stove ashes had been swept away. Aunt Pan walked through the central hall, the main room, and walked out of the back door. She pointed at the tower-shaped firewood ashes piled up in the slope house for use as fertilizer, and turned back to the policeman who was following her. ,here.
The policeman grabbed a handful of stove ashes, frowned and smelled them, saying they smelled of blood.
Wu Zhengyi also came over and smelled the stove ashes in the hand of the policeman. He nodded and said in a speculative tone that the murderer probably cut the victim in this house after he accidentally ate the noodles with arsenic and died. When the person's head was covered with blood splattered on the ground, he was afraid of being discovered, so he covered it with stove ashes.
The shadow of the headless ghost appeared in Wu Zhengyi's mind again, which seemed to urge him to Wu Zhixian to personally direct the handling of the case, catch the murderer as soon as possible, and repay the blood debt for the innocent souls who were killed.
I don’t know what evil I did in my previous life, and I have such a rebellious son in my family. Uncle Gao, who was silent, suddenly hit his forehead with both hands.
Uncle Gao, I know this, and you are also in the dark. We will not let you and Aunt Pan be implicated. However, if your son comes home quietly at night or at a certain time, you must stabilize him. If so, You should be clear about the stakes once it is discovered that you are concealing something secretly or providing a cover for your son's escape.
Wuzhi County, I did not teach my son well. I have already committed a crime and I feel guilty for having such a rebellious son. How dare I have any wrong thoughts? Now I just hope that the government official will catch the traitor quickly. Even if he is cut into pieces, the old man will not even say "submission".
When Wu Gongzheng saw Gao Uncle kneeling in front of him, kowtowing and admitting his mistake, he really didn't want to pursue him. He helped him up and said, "Uncle Gao, as long as you and your wife try your best to cooperate with the business and handle the case, you will be a good member of the Gao family." As good citizens of the village, even if something bad happens, it will not fall on you two.
Besides, Heizi came to Majiazhuang with Wu Congcong last night carrying the bag containing Wang Jiamu's head, and found Ma Huangmao's home after being guided by a man in the hazy night.
It was almost midnight, and Ma Huangmao, who had not yet gone to bed, was whispering to Huang Huiyun about Wang Jiamu in his own room lit by a soybean oil lamp.
Ma Huangmao told her that he had already spent 200 yuan to ask Wu Congcong to buy a killer. It is estimated that Wang Jiamu can be killed in a few days. By then, we can be husband and wife for a long time.
Huang Huiyun said worriedly that if he was not killed, the problem would be big. If he complained to the Yamen, we would be sued.
Ma Huangmao didn't know how to answer. He saw that the soybean oil lamp that was almost running out of oil was getting darker and darker, and the lanterns on the lamp twister were getting bigger and bigger.
Huang Huiyun took a slender steel needle that was usually used to hold the horse's hair in the shoe, and casually picked out a lantern flower that turned into black ashes when it fell. She said it was late and it was time to go to bed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mrs. Zhao shouting in this direction from outside the wing, "Huang Mao, someone is calling you outside the door." Ma Huangmao, who was sitting on the chair, stood up with a bounce. He almost ran out of the room. Sure enough, he heard someone outside the door calling him, Ma Huangmao, help you finish the matter. Open the door quickly.
oh! who is that? Ma Huangmao walked through the main room and came to the main door of the main room and asked.
My name is Wu Congcong. After the person outside the door answered, the door was slapped loudly.
I'm coming, I'm coming. Ma Huangmao opened the door and looked at Wu Congcong standing at the door with excitement and panic. But there was another person standing next to Wu Congcong, holding a heavy cloth bag in his hand. While he was looking at it, Wu Congcong introduced him as Heizi, and he mainly relied on him to handle the matter you entrusted.
Come in and talk, come in and talk. Ma Huangmao welcomed them into the house and closed the door.
Heizi bumped Wu Congcong lightly with his shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered in his ear, "Ask this Ma Huangmao to get the reward, and we have to rush back."
Wu Congcong nodded, walked up to Ma Huangmao, pointed at the cloth bag Heizi was carrying and said, "Do you want to open it and take a look?" Seeing that Ma Huangmao was stunned, he said softly, "The bag contains Wang Jiamu's head. If you identify it, I will reward you with money, and we will go back."
Ma Huangmao plans to let Huang Huiyun take a look, right? He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the side room and ask someone to come and take a look."
Wu Congcong and Heizi were standing in the main room, and Mrs. Zhao stood aside with a soybean oil lamp to shine on them. She smelled a bloody smell emanating from the cloth bag and pointed it at the young man with a black patch on his chin. Ask, what's in that bag?
Just ask him! Heizi pointed at Wu Congcong, signaling for him to answer.
It contains things your son needs, and your son will tell you. Wu Congcong answered in a roundabout way, thinking it was better than speaking directly.
