A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The New Year is about to come, so the cases have been pushed down. After the New Year, there will be new cases, and this case may become an unsolved case.We can't let two cases in a row become unsolved!

Yeats slapped his forehead, "It seems that we can only advertise it widely."

Zhao Bai asked, "What do you mean?"

Yeats asked back: "Did Mr. Zhao forget that we use bones to describe the image?"

"That's right!" Zhao Bai said with a smile, "In the past, bare bones could be painted. Now this corpse still has some skin attached to it. It's better than bones."

The two did what they said, and rushed to Yizhuang to paint half-rotted mummy portraits. There are thousands of copies of each painting. "Post these at the entrances of alleys, and someone will always recognize them."

The effect of the portrait was really good. The day after the Yamen posted it, someone came to Dali Temple, and Menqian introduced them to Yeats and others.

Portrait of a young lady.

Zhang Jin asked, "Who is he?"

The young lady burst into tears before saying anything, "It's my brother."

Teng rushed forward and asked, "How are you sure it's your brother?"

The young lady explained: "There is a black mole at the intersection of the neck and the ear of the person in the portrait. It looked like him at first, but when I saw it again, I was sure that he was my elder brother who went out to make a lot of money."

Speaking of this mole, the body was half-rotten. Originally, the mole was not visible, so people would have thought it was a rotten spot without looking carefully. Yeats thought about it and placed it on the portrait. Sure enough, it had characteristics, making it easier for people to identify the corpse.

Yeats and others quickly brought the young lady to Yizhuang. When she saw the half-rotted clothes and the indigo satin purse embroidered with lotus flowers, she took it into her hands and held it in front of her with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

"Big brother... big brother... is my big brother..."

Yeats frowned, sister embroidered a pouch for brother?She had goosebumps all over her body, but as a case investigator, she had to remain calm.

Yeats didn't ask the question until the little lady had cried enough.

"Name, where do you live..."

The little lady came one by one.

"My family name is Shen, I live in Pifang Street, and I run a small fur shop. My fur shop mainly tans and cooks the fresh leather brought by customers and then gives them to customers. I only charge a manual fee, which is an authentic craft. people.

The Shen family has three generations in Pifang Street, and my brother is the fourth generation. My brother's craftsmanship has been completely inherited from my father. My father even said that my brother is better than blue, and his craftsmanship is better than grandpa. So the Shen family's business has been good, and my family's small life in Pifang Street is also considered good.

But……"

Miss Shen seemed to be involved in something unspeakable.

The cooking of fur, also known as tanning or tanning, is a process of converting raw hides into cooked hides. In ancient times, it was indeed a good craft for eating.

Seeing that she was reluctant to speak, Yeats took a deep breath, "Miss Shen, if you don't tell me, how can we find the murderer?"

"Forget it!" Miss Shen sighed deeply, "It's a long story, as craftsmen, especially fur tanning, are greatly affected by the seasons, autumn and winter are the peak seasons, but spring and summer have to eat, my brother and others Partnered to sell porcelain bowls, Chunshang, sell a boat and stay by the canal. Although I don’t earn a lot, I earn money every day and live well. Three years ago, my brother often stayed out at night, and my sister-in-law was worried. Just leave him alone, grown-ups should know that a man who often runs outside is willing to be taken care of by his wife. The two quarrel every day, and the neighbors can't listen to it. Later I found out that my brother fell in love with a married man. She spent all the money she earned, and even divorced my sister-in-law. My father has died of illness, and there is only one old mother. The family has all grandchildren and grandchildren. Why would my mother let her son hang out outside? Let him When I came back, I was not allowed to sell porcelain anymore. At first, my brother refused. Later, my old mother tried to kill my brother to stop him. Go directly to the Northwest to collect the skins and come back to nitrate, so as not to buy other people’s skins, you will not be able to earn money, and in the end, you never came back after this trip.”

"Then why didn't you go to the Yamen to report him missing?"

"Last winter, my brother asked someone to send a letter back, so my mother and sister-in-law thought that my brother had eloped with a woman and didn't want us anymore, so they cried at home all day long..."

Mrs. Shen burst into tears again, "If I hadn't seen the portrait you posted, I wouldn't have known... I wouldn't have known that he had been killed..." She knelt down in front of the mummy and cried bitterly on the ground.

Without my old father, my elder brother is the pillar of the family, but I didn't expect to be killed. In the past three years, life must have been difficult for the three women, old, middle-aged and young!
Yeats shook his head and sighed.

"Since I am sure it is your brother, sign here."

Zhao Bai took the document and asked Mrs. Shen to sign it.

After Miss Shen signed the paper, she knelt down in front of everyone: "My lord, please be the master for the people and catch the murderer who killed my brother."

"The murderer will definitely be caught." Yeats asked, "Who is your brother's concubine, do you know?"

Miss Shen shook her head, "My brother never told us about the outside world."

Ancient male chauvinism, Yeats believed this, she asked again, "Do you know who the man who sells porcelain with him is?"

"I know, this man came to our house to drink."

Yeats found a partner in selling porcelain with the deceased Shen Biao——Zhu Peng, a small businessman in his early thirties.

With a smile on his face, Yeats didn't answer his words, and looked around his house.

With two entrances and two exits, just the screen wall for entering the door is taller and thicker than ordinary houses. At first glance, you can see the wealth of the family, which can be regarded as a well-off family.

Yeats sat down at the head seat without any courtesy at all. The host did not answer anything he said. It was not until a woman brought tea that she took it and drank it before she said, "Master Zhu, remember Shen Biao!"

"Remember, of course I remember, what's the matter? I heard that he went to the northwest to sell skins. He hasn't come back for several years. I don't know how he is there?" After saying this, he sounded like a brother.

Yeats smiled lightly and said, "He was killed."

"Ah..." Zhu Peng looked very surprised, almost spilling the tea, "What's going on?"

Yeats lowered his head and drank his tea.

Teng Chong's expression turned serious, "Zhu Peng, someone saw you arguing with Shen Biao, what's going on?"

Zhu Peng looked innocent, "Sir, Mr. Guan, did you listen to what the people on the canal said? It's normal for men to have disagreements when doing business together! That time Brother Shen sold a boatload of large dishes and no one wanted them. I was angry that he didn't listen to my advice not to sell black kiln bowls here, and the goods would be thrown into his hands, so we had a big fight."

"Master Zhu, the quarrel three years ago, I remember it too clearly!"

Zhu Peng's face turned pale and he immediately knelt down in front of Yeats, "Sir, is there anything wrong with me remembering the past? We businessmen buy and sell. If our brains can't remember things, wouldn't we be in a position where we can't even afford food? ?”