As a sweetheart in the palm of your hand

Chapter 11 There Are Really Mistresses

"It's true that it was brought back from outside, but it shouldn't be bought from a jewelry store. The family has no money, and my mother never buys such impractical things."

The child moved for a while while talking, Fang Wu could see what he was thinking, and did not interrupt him again, until he heard him continue: "I remember that the box should not be big, it is a square one, There are no patterns, it's very simple."

"Is there anything else, can you think of anything else?" Fang Wu asked.

The box was indeed very simple, but there was not only the purse in the box but also some dust, but they couldn't be sure whether it was originally in the box or it was contaminated with mud.

Although it wasn't dirt, they were sure, but there might have been other accidents in it.

"Sister, I'm not sure about this matter." After a while, the child suddenly said.

Hearing this sentence, she was taken aback for a moment. Seeing the tangle in the child's eyes, she nodded and said, "It's okay, just tell me."

"Probably in summer. I saw a figure who looked like my father from the back. He took a small bundle of black things and gave it to a woman with a very small figure. The two were still arguing."

"I was standing far away, so I couldn't see the big man's face. I wondered if it was my father. I couldn't hear what they were saying."

The child repeatedly emphasized that he was standing far away and did not see the face of the man, so he was not sure if it was a big man.

"Do you remember what that woman looked like?"

Fang Wu said nervously.She remembered their conversation on the mountain and suspected that the big man had a mistress outside.

"I'm not tall, I have an oval face, I can't see clearly because it's too thin, I'm dressed in pink, and there are a few beads on my hair, I've never seen such dazzling jewelry in my mother's hands, and the voice of the voice It's not big, even if it is noisy, the words are gentle."

"Where is it?" Fang Wu said.

The child straightened his back, opened his eyes and said, "Not far from the river. There are mustards there."

For some reason, she heard a trace of resistance in these few words, and she wasn't quite sure where it started.

"Is it upstream or downstream?"

"Upstream. But there is still some distance to go up the mountain."

Fang Wu nodded and went outside, but the child chased him out and handed back the things in his hand to her.

Holding the things in his hands, Fang Wu walked out while thinking about what the big man said yesterday.

Could this rattle be bought by a big man for someone else, and he needs to go up the mountain to pass it to that person?
She chose to believe what the big man said yesterday that he bought it and brought it up the mountain, but just threw it on the mountain, Fang Wu didn't believe it.

Also, did the big man really have a mistress?Could the purse and the contents of the lime basin be related to this mistress who never appeared?

Could that woman be the mistress of the big man?Fang Wu basically believed that the big man had women outside.After all, as Ji Xuan said, there must be a reason to force the big man to take action against his wife and daughter.

Of course, the premise is that the big man is the murderer, but if not, could the murderer be the mistress?After all, no one is willing to be the outer room all the time.

At the same moment when Fang Wu was racking his brains, Ji Xuan was sitting at the chaos stall eating steaming chaos.

Suddenly, he saw a child being held in An Qing's arms.

The child was dressed in blue clothes, with a bracelet with a special pattern on his wrist, crying and pointing at a peddler selling candied haws.

An Qing bought one and handed it to him, the child stopped crying, and only the last one left to eat said: "Daddy, you eat."

"Click." The sound of the spoon in his hand falling to the ground woke Ji Xuan up.

He remembered that Zhang Xuan said that An Qing had no children, not only that, but he seemed to have seen the pattern on the bracelet somewhere.

After An Qing ate the last one, she comforted the child with a few words, and the child bounced away.

Ji Xuan dropped a tael of silver and followed from afar.

The child was jumping up and down, talking something while jumping.

The distance is relatively far, and there are other pedestrians on the road, Ji Xuan can't hear clearly, but still follow the child step by step to the front...

The yamen was very quiet, and there was a pair of white hands printed on the flickering candles, it was unavoidably fascinating to see.

Fang Wu was fiddling with the rattle in his hand carefully, thinking about what the big man bought the rattle for.

Zhang Xuan quickly stepped in and grabbed Fang Wu, saying: "Why are you in a daze? Several government officials said that they have to go to the scene of the crime, saying that there is a new discovery."

"Come on." Fang Wu hastily put down the rattle in his hand, and followed...

The sound of tick-tock tick-tock was endless, and in the dark cellar stood dark yamen servants holding killing sticks and pointing at a small bundle of dark things.

This is what Fang Wu and Zhang Xuan saw after going down the ladder to the cellar.

"Zhang Tunzhi, the cellar is so ingeniously constructed. It is hidden under the stove. It's not because we thought the money was scarce and we didn't check the case properly."

In fact, a yamen servant turned his head when he heard the slap of shoes on the ladder.

"Pull it down, old Zhangtou, as far as your little thoughts are concerned, can my young master not know?"

With a bad face, Zhang Xuan pulled out a few copper coins from his sleeve and threw them to the talking yamen servant: "Take it and leave, and dig around here again, and if you miss anything, don't let the young master use it again." you."

"Don't worry, Zhang Tunzhi, we will definitely not put you off." The old Zhang took the copper plate and looked at it carefully for a while with a smile before he waved his hand and led the yamen servant out.

"Cut, look at you, can you still have a fake one?" Zhang Xuan kicked the old Zhangtou's ass.

The old man rubbed his buttocks with the copper plate in his hand, and climbed up the ladder three or five times.

"What is this? Could it be that there is gold hidden in it?" Fang Wu held a piece in one hand, and when he knocked on it, he could hear a crisp sound.

"But pull it down, if gold is hidden in it, it won't be so hard and greasy, and it's just how much gold a farmer in the countryside can have."

Zhang Xuan shook his head, opened the small bundle of black things and counted them one by one, and said in the blink of an eye, "There are twelve in total."

"Have you seen this thing before?" Fang Wu asked.Zhang Xuan grew up in the market, and knew a lot of things.

"No." Zhang Xuan said casually.

While looking for one, scraped some powder from it with a nail, and held it in his hand, he suddenly said, "Where's the ashes in that square box yesterday? Do you think it looks similar?"

When Zhang Xuan said this, Fang Wu also looked over. Indeed, he didn't seem to think that he didn't say it, but when he said it, it seemed that it was really a thing.

The two put away their things carefully, looked at the cellar again, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so they left the cellar one after another.

(End of this chapter)