The scene in the yard made everyone in Xu Taiping feel horrified.
What's even more creepy is that there is no one in the yard.
There are mourning halls, mourning sheds, coffins and coffins.
Only no one.
Eerily quiet.
There was a strong strange atmosphere in the silence.
The two timid detectives turned pale and trembled with fright at the strange atmosphere.
Xu Taiping also experienced this kind of scene for the first time.
The heart was also beating wildly.
The hairs on my back stood up.
I always feel like there is a cool breeze blowing gently behind my back.
Grass!
Xu Taiping cursed secretly.
Turn around and leave if you have the intention.
But as the head catcher, Zheng Bowen and the others were watching.
If they just leave like this, they won't say anything, but they will definitely have other thoughts in their hearts.
The prestige I had finally built up would inevitably be damaged by this.
I'm the head catcher!
I am a monk in the martial arts realm.
I still have a golden finger!
I can't be a coward!
Xu Taiping took a deep breath, raised the knife, stepped slowly, and entered the door.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Step by step closer to the mourning hall.
Zheng Bowen and others stared at Xu Taiping closely, not daring to take a breath.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Just when Xu Taiping walked less than five steps away from the mourning hall.
There was a slight rustling sound coming from the main room.
A thin figure rushed out, wrapped in a black mask, and went straight to the east courtyard wall. With strong skills, he jumped onto the wall and climbed out.
Xu Taiping was horrified.
But he reacted quickly.
It's a living person!
Xu Taiping breathed a sigh of relief.
Furious at the same time.
I'm scared to death!
He rushed over, grabbed the man's ankle, yanked him off, and slammed him to the ground.
Take another step forward.
Step on your chest.
The blade pressed against his neck.
He snorted coldly: "Who is it?"
The figure asked tremblingly: "You, who are you?"
Xu Taiping raised the tip of his knife and opened the man's mask.
Then he frowned.
He turned out to be a young guy, and he was a bit handsome. Although his skin was dark, his facial features were handsome and handsome, and he could be called a sword-browed star.
Take a closer look.
This guy's clothes are all buttoned wrong.
Clothes are messy.
Could it be...
Think of a possibility.
He shouted towards the main room: "Come out!"
After a while.
A woman in mourning clothes lowered her head and pushed out the door, asking tremblingly: "You, who are you?"
Xu Taiping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
A pair of wild mandarin ducks having an affair.
But, he really knows how to play.
There is great filial piety in the family.
He actually had random thoughts.
It really doesn't matter the occasion or atmosphere at all.
So brave.
Xu Taiping let go of his feet, took a step back, but still looked cold and shouted: "Stand up!"
The young man stood up, lowered his head, and stared at his toes.
Xu Taiping put away the oxtail knife and asked again: "Name!"
A pair of wild mandarin ducks hesitated.
Xu Taiping took out his badge and waved it in front of the two of them: "I am Xu Taiping, the head catcher of Jianyang County. I have been ordered to investigate the case. If you don't want to go to jail, just answer honestly."
When the woman heard this, her expression changed, her face turned pale and she was trembling.
The man showed a hint of surprise: "Are you Xu Shen arresting Master Xu?"
"Huh? You know a lot."
"The villain just came back from the county town the day before yesterday. Rumors about your deeds, Mr. Xu, are spreading everywhere in the city, saying that you solve cases like a god and that you are a real killer."
"Haha," Xu Taiping sneered: "What's your name?"
"The villain's name is Wang Rusong."
"What about her?"
"Her name is Wang Ruiniang."
"What's the relationship between you two?"
"These...cousins."
"Who died?"
"Rui Niang's father."
"Dying for what?"
"Killed by the big-headed monster."
Xu Taiping heard this answer.
Frowning.
Big-headed monster?
Isn’t it Wang Shuanzhu’s paper figurine?
Ordinary people are not worthy of Wang Shuanzhu's action.
In other words, Ruiniang's father is no ordinary person.
Xu Taiping's mind was spinning.
Keep asking.
However, Wang Ruiniang and Wang Rusong's answers did not contain valuable information. They only knew that Wang Bin died at the hands of a big-headed monster six days ago.
Then.
Wang Rusong helped Wang Ruiniang prepare for the funeral and took care of Wang Ruiniang day and night.
Funeral tomorrow.
Xu Taiping frowned.
There is a funeral tomorrow, but it doesn't look like there is a funeral?
There wasn't even anyone to help.
Could it be that Wang Rusong planned to carry the coffin and be buried alone?
Wang Rusong smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xu, how can there be so much idle labor in Xiaowang Village now? It will be good if we can gather the coffin bearers tomorrow. I really can't take care of so much other things."
Wang Ruiniang quickly raised her head and glanced at Xu Taiping, then quickly lowered her head without saying a word.
Xu Taiping frowned secretly.
Xiaowang Village is finished.
The spirit of the village has been drained.
Even funeral events are so deserted, so why talk about helping each other?
What is the core spirit of the village?
It's unity.
It’s about helping each other.
It’s about hugging each other for warmth.
Otherwise, these people living at the bottom of society would simply not be able to thrive.
But now, Xiaowang Village has lost what they depended on for survival.
but.
I can understand that too.
There are only ten houses in Xiaowang Village, and there are only dozens of people left, including women, children, the elderly and the weak. There are probably only about ten young people alive. Now is the busy time of farming, so there is no time to help people keep vigil.
All I can say is, life is bad.
This happened.
Spread out this season.
Xu Taiping asked some more questions and waved his hand towards Wang Rusong: "Go away."
Wang Rusong turned around and ran away as if he was being pardoned.
Xu Taiping and Wang Rusong left and shouted to Zheng Bowen and others: "Guard the door and don't allow anyone to approach."
After that, he went straight into the house.
After going through room after room to make sure there was no one else in the house, he sat down at the table in the living room and asked calmly: "Wang Ruiniang, do you have something to say with your wink at me?"
Wang Ruiniang raised her head tremblingly: "Please, please save the daughter of the people."
"Oh? Who wants to kill you?"
"Wang Rusong."
"Huh? Not your cousin?"
"Yes, but he is also a beast."
"You and him...were not voluntary?"
"no."
"Taking advantage of others' danger, or did you have a premeditated plan? Or maybe he had a hand in your father's murder?"
"He and Cao Bao are in the same group."
When Xu Taiping heard this, he narrowed his eyes: "Don't your father and Cao Xin deal with each other?"
Wang Ruiniang nodded hurriedly: "My grandfather and great-grandfather have always been the Baozheng of Xiaowang Village. When my grandfather passed away, it was my father's turn to be the Baozheng, but for some reason Cao Xin became the Baozheng. Since then, my father has been I often quarreled with Cao Baozheng, and after last year’s incident, the quarrel became even fiercer and we had several fights. The day before my dad died, we even quarreled all night.”
Um?
Frequent quarrels? Even fight?
There was a quarrel the night before he was killed?
Xu Taiping thought carefully for a moment and asked: "Where did they quarrel the night before your father was killed?"
"my home."
"your home?"
"Right, right here."
When Xu Taiping heard this, he was even more sure of his speculation: "Have you been arguing all night?"
"almost."
"Are you arguing? Didn't you drink?"
"My dad prepared mutton and vegetables, and Cao Xin brought wine."
"Are your family related to Cao Xin?"
"no."
