Song Que said that he wanted to investigate the relationship between Hu Er and Li Xiaowu, but he did not immediately interrogate Li Xiaowu from prison. Instead, he went to find Hu Er's widow first.
Afraid that the crowd would frighten the young lady, Gao Fenglin sent all the servants and slaves back first, and only went with Song Que.
"Why can't Li Xiaowu be interrogated directly?"
Song Que said: "It's not impossible. As long as you are careful enough, the order of interrogation does not have much impact. But Li Xiaowu is in prison and can't escape, so you might as well find out the truth from others first. Sometimes prisoners are more cunning than you think. , without mastering some real information, it will be difficult for you to dig out a truth from his mouth."
Gao Fenglin touched the tuft of beard that he had managed to grow on his chin, frowning as he thought about Song Que's words.
Song Que looked at the house in front of the corner and changed the topic: "Besides, there are not a few people who kill their husbands and their wives. In all murders that occur, you must immediately investigate the victim's wife or husband."
Gao Fenglin was surprised and said: "You mean Hu Er's wife..."
Song Que held up his forehead and said, "We don't know yet. I just want to remind you how to investigate the case."
Gao Fenglin shut up angrily, then turned to ask: "Zi Professor, I have always wanted to ask, how come you are so outstanding in investigating cases when you have no experience before? During the autopsy, you knew more than those who have been working for many years. ."
Song Que unfolded the fan, fanned it slowly, and said: "The book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house. There are still people in this world who are born with knowledge. Like me, I just read too many books, and through the previous It’s really not worth mentioning that people act based on experience.”
Gao Fenglin originally wanted to ridicule him for being too modest in what he said, but when he saw that his expression was neither arrogant nor complacent, but actually very sincere in it, he was a little dumbfounded.
The two walked to the door of Hu Er's house, but Song stepped forward and knocked on the door.
There was no sound in the yard.
Song Qing knocked on the door again.
Gao Fenglin said: "Is there no one there?"
Song Que shook his head and said, "There was still smoke in the courtyard when we turned the corner. There must be someone inside, but they just didn't come out to answer the door."
Gao Fenglin was still indulging in the argument that there were many murderers of husbands and wives. At this moment, he thought: "Is it possible that there is something wrong with Madam Hu that she dare not open the door at this moment?"
Song thought for a while, shook his head and said: "We don't know yet. But Hu Er owed a large gambling debt in the gambling house. Now that he is dead, there is no guarantee that the gambling house will not chase the debt back to his home. Madam Hu is afraid of this I can’t tell. Brother Wutong, let me lend you your name.”
Gao Fenglin also felt that what he said was reasonable, but Song Que said loudly: "Ms. Hu, the county magistrate is here. If you have anything to ask, please open the door and see me."
Those nearby who heard the sound couldn't help but poke their heads out to see what the county magistrate looked like. Gao Fenglin looked embarrassed, and tried to calm down, showing off the majesty of a great man.
Song Que's trick really worked. The door that had been tightly closed opened a crack. Someone observed them through the crack for a while, and then opened the door directly.
The woman in front of her had a numb face, her eyes were downcast, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pulled down. Her face was young, but her face was tightly stretched, as if she had no strength to make any other expressions, nor to shed another tear.
Song Que sighed inwardly when he saw such a face. Gao Fenglin was also a little embarrassed, and the original excitement of asking questions was gone.
It was Song Que who spoke first: "Ms. Hu, the magistrate has something to ask about Hu Er."
Madam Hu nodded, turned around and led them through the door. The yard is not big, and there are not many things, but it is all organized in an orderly manner, which shows that the owner has been managing his life very carefully.
Madam Hu invited the two of them to sit down in the room, and an old woman brought over two cups of hot water.
Gao Fenglin asked: "Who is this?"
The old woman sighed and said, "Hu Er is my son."
Gao Fenglin quickly asked the old man to sit down. He didn't know what to ask, so he turned to look at Song Que.
Song Que took a sip of water first, and Mrs. Hu's expression relaxed visibly. Knowing how to drink water was not a big deal.
Song Que then said: "Do you know anything about Hu Er?"
Mrs. Hu didn't say anything, staring at the lines on the table. Mrs. Hu, on the other hand, looked at the grief and was still a little energetic, saying: "Sir, don't blame her. My wife has suffered a lot when she got married. My son, he And... She has been like this since he left, and she didn't mean not to reply to the adults' words. Xiaoer was originally a good child, doing carpentry work with others, and was very diligent with his hands and feet. At that time, life at home was also easy. Later, with A man is addicted to gambling. He once won a big one and bought his wife a silver hairpin. But isn’t that what gambling houses do? They give you some sweetness first, let you sink in, and then it’s time to give you the money. When the blood was being squeezed from the body, we tried to persuade and beat him, but the waiter could no longer listen. Some time ago, he swore an oath that he would never go there again, and he spent several days doing carpentry at home. His wife and I thought he had really woken up, but we didn’t expect that he ended up going to a gambling house again and even lost his life... "
The expectations for her son were worn away over time. Although Mrs. Hu was sad, she was more open-minded. As for Madam Hu, Hu Er got addicted to gambling at the time when the two of them were most affectionate. Even if Hu Er kept disappointing her, she could not let go completely. Hu Er finally woke up and repented, but in the end he broke his promise and lost his life. She was deeply in love and resentful.
Song Que asked: "Do you know who Hu Er got addicted to gambling from?"
Mrs. Hu said angrily: "If I knew who the Thousand Sword Killer was, I would have caught that little bastard out and beaten him up a long time ago. It is definitely not a good thing to lead people to imitate those bad guys."
Song Que asked again: "Have Hu Er, Zhang Mazi, and Li Xiaowu known each other before?"
Speaking of these two people, Mrs. Hu's mood was a bit complicated. Although a large part of it was her son's fault, which mother can truly forgive the murderer of her son
"As for Zhang Mazi, I had been with the waiter once or twice before when he was a carpenter. At that time, the relationship between the two was quite good. The waiter was good at skills and the price he charged was fair. Zhang Mazi even invited him to drink. I also doubted it later. It was Zhang Mazi who introduced him to the gambling house. I came to question him, but Zhang Mazi said no, and I couldn't provide any evidence. As for Li Xiaowu, I haven't seen him come to the house. Maybe the waiter sometimes won some money in gambling. I guess we met Qian when we went to eat at his wonton stall."
Song Que touched his chin, then turned to Madam Hu and asked, "Is that hairpin still there?"
Madam Hu rolled her eyes, feeling a rare mood swing, and nodded.
Song Que asked again: "Can we take a look?"
Madam Hu was silent for a while, then nodded, got up and took them to the bedroom. Ordinary people don't pay much attention to things, and with an official like Qin Fenglin here, the two of them followed into the room. This bedroom is very simple, and the most valuable thing in the whole room is probably the dresser. The bronze mirror is blurry, and only a person's figure can be vaguely seen. The pattern surrounding the mirror is very beautiful. Although it is not as exquisite as some of the most exquisite ones, it is very spiritual and polished smooth enough to avoid leaving any burrs. Scratches the user's hands.
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Song Que said: "This dressing table is so beautiful."
Gao Fenglin looked at him. Just when he thought this sentence was quite strange, he saw Madam Hu, who had been very depressed, speak: "He made this for me. His craftsmanship is really good."
Once she spoke, the expression on Madam Hu's face finally changed. She found the silver hairpin wrapped in a handkerchief from the dressing table, opened the handkerchief, exposed the hairpin, and showed it to Song Que.
The appearance of the hairpin was quite ordinary. It was a bare hairpin with a small rough flower on it, with a little red dotted on it to make the stamen. Because of oxidation, it looks a little black, which is really not very good-looking.
But Mrs. Hu cherished it very much, and when Song Song saw it, she wrapped it up in a handkerchief and put it back.
Song Que asked: "Mother Hu said that Hu Er made a lot of money. Do you know how he used the money?"
Mrs. Hu said: "When he gave me the hairpin, he mentioned that he lent it to a person, and said that without that person, he wouldn't be able to earn so much money. I didn't know at the time that he was going to make money by gambling. Yes, I thought it was money from carpentry, so I didn’t ask any more questions.”
Song Que asked again: "Did he ever say that he wanted to exchange this hairpin for money?"
Madam Hu suddenly burst into tears and shook her head.
Gao Fenglin was a little at a loss and tugged on Song Que's sleeve. Song Que sighed and asked the last question with a firm heart: "How much do you know about Zhang Mazi and Li Xiaowu?"
When the two came out of Hu Er's house, Gao Fenglin's mind was still confused and he couldn't figure out what Song Que's intention was in asking those questions.
The two of them were chatting while walking back to the Yamen, but Song expressed his opinion a little bit: "The furniture at his house just now was made of half the materials, but the workmanship was solid. Hu Er was indeed a good carpenter before. Did you notice? Is it? There is a half-finished table in his yard. It looks good. It would cost a lot to paint it. It looks like it is newly made."
Gao Fenglin thought of Mrs. Hu's words and said, "You mean he really wants to change his ways?"
Song Que added: "Moreover, he and Mrs. Hu have a very close relationship. Such a gambling person has never mentioned that he would exchange the silver hairpin for gambling capital. Hu Er must not have completely lost his conscience because of gambling, so he agreed It’s not impossible to have a gambling addiction and go to a gambling house at this juncture when my wife is married and I want to start a new life, but I suspect there are other reasons.”
Gao Fenglin was also a little bit sad: "Although my wife often tells me to love the people as my own children, it is too difficult to treat everyone equally. Even my children will inevitably have preferences. At first, I saw that Hu Er was an idle man and hung out in gambling houses. Although the case was still I investigated carefully, but in the end I couldn’t generate any sympathy.”
Now that I have visited his home, I feel a little uncomfortable.
Song was not in a hurry to speak to comfort him, and there was a hint of smile in his eyes.
Only then did Gao Fenglin realize what he had said, opened his mouth, and finally said, "I'm not henpecked."
Song Que nodded with a smile.
"Madam was originally my junior sister, and my father-in-law was my husband. This is normal communication between us."
Song Que nodded with a smile.
Gao Fenglin looked at the smile on his face. The more he looked at it, the more helpless he became, so he had no choice but to stop trying to explain.
At Song Que's suggestion, they first interrogated Zhang Mazi.
Zhang Mazi was tall. As he knelt on the ground, he kept shouting that he was wronged and said that he did not kill Hu Er.
Gao Fenglin couldn't see him yelling so much and said, "I haven't asked you about this, so please be quiet first."
Song Que had already discussed with him not to disclose the injuries after death. If the suspicion of this matter was cleared, Zhang Mazi's only crime was beating, and there was no guarantee that he would not lie about this matter.
Seeing that he shut up, Gao Fenglin asked with satisfaction, "How did you and Hu Er meet?"
The author has something to say: There may be a lot of typos in the next few chapters... If there are typos, they will be corrected near the noon update, and we will try to avoid false updates =3=