Ma Huwei knew that a crime had occurred, so he walked in through the back door. Another policeman with a round face immediately stepped forward to hand over the gun he was carrying and asked, was it filled with explosives?
There was a misfire. When I got home, I was preparing to build a stick of explosives and go hunting again.
Your hunting career has come to an end.
how do I say this?
A suspect confessed that your son Ma Huangmao paid 400 coins for Wang Jiamu's head. After Wang Jiamu was killed, the murderer cut off his head and sent it to your house to receive the 200 coins he owed, right?
I don't know about my son.
Where has my son gone?
Just ask her!
When the round-faced detective saw Ma Hu pointing at his wife Zhao in a presumptuous manner, he said with a sullen face, "We have been at your house for a long time, but the old lady didn't know anything about it, so she asked us to ask the old man." Now that you are back and we ask you, you also have the same attitude. Well, you two are always in trouble.
I don't know where my son has gone. Ma Huwei turned his face and said fiercely.
Let’s not ask about your son for now. You should know where to put the dead head that was cut off by the murderer and sent to your home, right? The square-faced detective stared at him and asked while patting the sword on his waist.
Ma Huwei immediately softened, and still said covertly, I know about the dead head, but I don't know about my son paying for the head. Early that morning, the dog in front of the gate kept barking. My wife went to look and found a cloth bag at the door. When he opened it, he found a bloody dead head inside. I was worried that someone was trying to trick me into the house of Ma Huwei. I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I called my son. Together with me, we quietly carried the dead head to the mountain behind our house and dug a hole and buried it. I didn’t know anything else about it.
Do you really know nothing? The square-faced detective looked at him sharply and asked.
If I had known, I would have stopped my son from doing such bad things. Ma Huwei seemed to be telling the truth.
Does the old lady know other things? The round-faced detective quickly walked up to Ms. Zhao and asked.
I don't know even more.
Then you know that your son brought a married woman to the house!
Seeing that the round-faced detective's words were very sharp, Ms. Zhao didn't know how to reply and couldn't avoid them. It's like being caught by a "check" in a game of chess, but you don't know how to break out. She told her what she knew. Last time, Huang Mao brought Huang Huiyun here, and I was unhappy when I found out she had a man. I also told Huang Mao, but he didn't listen and instead tried to convince me.
How did he convince you? The two detectives asked almost in unison.
He said that he was dressed in yellow hair and had talked about partners many times, but no girl liked him. Now a woman likes him. Even though she is a married woman, it is not easy. If she does not seize the opportunity, even this married woman will fall in love with him. Even the women can’t get it.
Killing other men just to get a married woman? The square-faced detective asked angrily.
Mrs. Zhao couldn't answer, so she had to lower her head.
Maybe you two know it well, but if you don’t, I’ll tell you that the dead head in the bag is that of Huang Huiyun’s husband. The round-faced detective hopes to extract more true details about the case from the old couple. You must confess honestly. Even if you are implicated in the case, the government will give you a lighter punishment. If you continue to conceal and try to evade responsibility, I'm sorry, your black hair and white hair will be thrown into jail together. The execution that deserves execution will be served. of serving sentence.
Wang Jiamu, the man who killed Huang Huiyun, seemed to be Huang Huiyun's own idea. She urged my son to kill her man. If my son refused, she would not be in good terms with my son. My son had no choice but to do such a ridiculous thing. thing. This is nominally my son paying someone to commit murder, but it might as well be Huang Huiyun causing trouble and plotting to kill her husband. Mrs. Zhao wanted to absolve her son of some guilt, so she said this.
You are quite aware of this matter, why didn’t you stop it earlier? The police officer with the square face interrogated him deeply.
I didn't know clearly at first. Several times, Huang Mao and Hui Yun were talking in the side room, and I found out after eavesdropping.
A gust of cool wind blew into the room. Mrs. Zhao coughed lightly and continued, I have met Huiyun's man, he is a very good man. I don't understand why Huiyun doesn't like him. Later, it became clear from Huiyun's words that the reason why she didn't like her man was because her man had poor sexual function and had been married for many years without having children. I heard from Huang Mao that if Hui Yun was married, she could have a marriage with our Ma family. I thought I could turn a blind eye to their affairs for the sake of the queen.
I don't know these things, but you know it but don't tell me. Now it's better. The wife didn't marry into the family, and the disaster did. Ma Huwei cast a complaining look at Zhao and scolded her.
At this time, many villagers in Majiazhuang gathered around the gate and peered in. After they learned about the case, most of them criticized the woman Ma Huangmao brought as a vicious person and should not have instigated Ma Huangmao to pay the murderer to kill his family. Husband, her own husband was the man who came here to argue some time ago. Some villagers also participated in the Fang Clan organization that Ma Huangmao convened temporarily and jointly attacked the man until he fled. Thinking about it now, she can't help but regret it.
At that moment, the two detectives asked Ma Huwei to lead the way to the back mountain to find the grave where the dead head was hastily buried. They said that the grave was not accurate and should be a mound of earth.
After opening it, there was still a cloth bag containing a dead head. After being escorted, Ma Huwei pulled out the cloth bag and opened the mouth. The two detectives saw that the dead head had been deformed, infested with maggots and emitted an unpleasant odor, so they asked him to tie the mouth of the cloth bag tightly.
Ma Huwei thought to himself: He should bury it immediately after seeing it. Why should he tie the mouth of the bag tightly? The square-faced detective saw some hesitation in his movements and ordered, "Take this bag of dead heads and come with us."
Where to go?
Carry it to the mountains behind Gaojiazhuang, dozens of kilometers away, and bury it.
Isn't it the same as being buried here?
The round-faced detective said, "Don't tremble and just come with us."
Ma Huwei finally found out that there was a tomb in the back hill of Gaojiazhuang. When the grave was dug up, a headless corpse was found. The headless heads dug out from the back hill of Majiazhuang were put together to form a complete corpse.
The two detectives walked around the grave, then bowed their heads in silence and said, "Wang Jiamu, rest in peace!" Your murderer and the suspects behind your murder will be severely punished...
After Wu Congcong was arrested and brought to justice, the Jiangnan County Magistrate learned from the facts of the case revealed by his confession that the headless body killed by Gao Youneng and buried on the hill behind the Majiazhuang house was that of Wang Jiamu, a private owner who ran greenhouse vegetables on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and Detectives were quickly dispatched to Majiazhuang to find out the whereabouts of Wang Jiamu's severed head.
At the same time, the leading detective Zhao Zhuojue led a team to the door of Wang Jiamu's house in the greenhouse vegetable base on the south bank of the Yangtze River.
At that time, the hurricane suddenly rose, the river waves rolled, the sky changed suddenly, the fog disappeared and the clouds flew, there was lightning and thunder, and there was torrential rain. After getting off his horse, Zhao Zhuojue and his team of detectives came to the sheltered roof and looked at the ajar door of Wang Jiamu's house, trying to shout in or see if anyone was in the house.
