As a sweetheart in the palm of your hand

Chapter 10 A New Direction?

Sign room.

Zhang Xuan handed the cylinder to Ji Xuan who was holding the fire folder.

It was a cylinder, and the middle part was connected by two parts. Ji Xuan tugged and pulled it apart, gave up and threw it back to him.

Zhang Xuan helplessly knocked the middle of the cylinder against the corner of the table a few times, only to see a wax thread inside, and after separating the wax thread, slowly rotated it away.

Only then did he see the tip of the candle, and handed it to Ji Xuan again.

however,
At this time, Ji Xuan naturally stared at the big man.

Zhang Xuan didn't say anything, he lit the fire and stood on the table.

"About where on the mountain do you usually do your activities?" Fang Wu asked.

"Halfway up the mountain, you don't know there are wolves on the top of the mountain. Did you find out? You are being detained without reason." The big man said.

"We found this on the top of the mountain." Ji Xuan unfolded the paper-cut for the big man to see.

"What is this? I don't know it. You are really not afraid of death. Hey, if you let the wolves eat you, this matter can't be left alone, right?" The big man leaned forward and asked.

"Impossible, there will be newcomers. It will take about half a month." Fang Wu is sure of it.

"Wouldn't it be a month. People are smelly, let me out." The big man said very violently.

The big man's movements were very resistant, and the voice in the room was suddenly harsh. After a while, only the sound of panting was left in the room.

"What are you fussing about? What's wrong with staying here for a few days, there is food and drink." Zhang Xuan whistled and said depressedly.

In Zhang Xuan's memory, it seemed that he was very anxious from the very beginning, anxious about various things.

"Can you control you? You are my mother, you?" The big man lost his temper.

"Speak well to my young master." Zhang Xuan spit out a sentence very tightly.

"This rattle is your son's childhood toy, right? Why did you bring it from your home to the top of the mountain?" Ji Xuan said.

"No, I bought it for my child before. I accidentally threw it on the mountain. Did you find it on the top of the mountain?" The big man shook his head and asked.

"Lost?" Ji Xuan looked at the big man seriously and said.

"I lost it by accident."

"If you are like this, the burial date of the deceased will have to be postponed." Fang Wu answered.

"What's wrong with me? You asked me and I answered? Do you have any questions?"

With several sighs in succession, several people came out to sign the pledge room.

"Just think about it, did the big man mislead us about the rattle drum?" Ji Xuan leaned on the table and looked at several people and asked.

"Is he trying to tell us that he cares about the family? But in fact, the child said that he leaves early and returns late, and doesn't care about the family. He doesn't even know who goes to the house on weekdays." Fang Wu asked hesitantly.

"Perhaps, there is something else in the cave that you haven't discovered. He reminded you several times that there are wolves on the top of the mountain."

Ji Xuan nodded, thought for a while and said again.

"Didn't I tell you, really... really." Zhang Xuan said halfway, but seeing Ji Xuan frowned, he hurriedly changed his words.

"The hunters who often go up the mountain know this matter. Does he think we don't know? Besides, the things in our hands obviously tell him that we have already gone up the mountain. Also, he seems to be very willing to make this case headless Case." Fang Wu retorted.

"You're right." Ji Xuan nodded and Fang Wu confirmed.

"I'll go look at the body again. If he is really the murderer, then he is in a hurry to bury the body, probably trying to hide some evidence."

Saying that, Ji Xuan picked up his clothes and went to the morgue.

Zhang Xuan left the Yamen carelessly, while Fang Wu continued looking at the purse on the table.

Suddenly, I heard a few indistinct cries coming from not far away.

Fang Wu was stunned and followed the crying, but found that there was nothing outside the window, and he didn't know when the rain stopped...

In the early morning, with the breeze blowing gently, Fang Wu stepped into the yamen following the splashing muddy water, but just as he stopped, he heard another cry.

It made Fang's hairy bone stand up, she remembered that there was a child who reported the crime behind her, so she subconsciously picked up the rattle she brought back from the mountains yesterday and strode away.

"Sister, did you find out, who killed my mother?"

Just as Fang Wu pushed the door open and entered, he heard a childish voice.Her half-opened mouth lost all strength and could not speak.

The anticipation in the child's eyes and the innocence in the room made Fang Wu look out of the window to see if he could find anything to change the subject.

It's not that there's no progress in the case, it's that all signs are showing that this case is inseparable from the big man.

Could she tell this child that she suspected her mother's death at the hands of her father before she came to a conclusion?

"Sister, can I play with this rattle?" The child seemed to sense Fang Wu's powerlessness, and changed the subject on his own initiative.

Fang Wu knelt down and handed the rattle to him, "Have you seen this before? We suspect that your father bought it."

This kid is always so sensible, it can be seen that he asked something he shouldn't have asked.

"No. My daddy never comes back to get things." The child continued: "At least I haven't seen it."

"Do you know anything else? Do you go out on weekdays?" Fang Wu sighed and pulled the child.

The child held the rattle and turned it slowly only between speaking.

Fang Wu could see clearly, there was a trace of hesitation in the child's eyes, and there was no expectation or playfulness in the child's eyes.

"I don't go out very much. I stay at home with my mother on weekdays. I went to school a while ago." The child thought about it.

"Then did you see anything wrong when you were in school? It could be about your father or your mother." Fang Wu thought for a while and spread the purse in his hand: "For example, did you Have you seen this purse?"

"I seem to have seen it in mother's basket, but only once. I don't know if it is this." The child picked it up and looked through it.

"Take a good look." Fang Wu said.

Now the clues they have obtained are too fragmented, and there is basically nothing to support them in concluding the case.

"Is there an iron box put together with this purse? I remember this time my mother brought it back from outside."

She nodded and said: "Do you remember when? What did the box look like? Are you sure that this purse was not made by your mother, but brought back from outside? Did you buy it in a jewelry store?" ?”

If it is true that the purse was not made by the deceased himself, then perhaps this case has taken a new direction.

The deceased's interpersonal relationship, etc. are relatively simple, and it is unlikely that others will give it away.

Although Fang Wu asked this question, she felt that she didn't buy it from outside. Such a housewife with no income and being embarrassed and exploited by her husband, why would she want such an impractical thing?

But if you didn't buy it, where did it come from?
　Ji Xuan: Why do I have so few scenes in this chapter?

　　Author: Calm down, calm down, what's wrong with giving other children a little ink, be friendly

　　
　
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