Da Song Private Investigator

In the midsummer weather, the only pleasure is to sit on a rocking chair, shake the cattail fan, and listen to the cicadas.

Of course, at this time, Hwarang prefers to lie on the rocking chair and take a cicada to coax Miaoer to laugh. Miaoer is almost one year old, and she is getting cuter and cuter. Playing with her all day, Hua Lang didn't feel tired at all, he was very surprised, why didn't he discover this kind of fun before?

The wind blew hot air, the cicada in her hand was struggling, Miao Er clapped her hands and smiled, she wanted to reach out to grab the cicada, but Hwarang forbade it, because children nowadays eat whatever they get, If Miao Er got it, she would not be afraid of knowing it, and would swallow it without saying anything.

Beside Hwarang, Wen Meng laughed with a big belly, and now she, a heroine, gradually fell in love with such a joy of life. Maybe, as they grow older, this is a life they should experience.

And when the family of three was enjoying themselves happily, a yamen servant hurried over and said to Hua Lang, "Young Master, something serious has happened. On the streets of Huainan City, a little girl was hit to death by a carriage. Now the carriage has escaped."

It was just past noon and the sun was still scorching hot. After walking a few steps, it was so hot that people were sweating profusely. There was a murder case at this time, it was really terrible, and it was a little girl who was hit to death by a carriage. Hualang couldn't help but froze. I was taken aback for a moment, wondering if such things as hit and run existed in the Song Dynasty?

However, Hwarang was only taken aback for a moment, because soon he felt a burst of anger, which was so easy to erupt under the high temperature, and the eruption was a little hard to restrain.

A little girl, before she had time to enjoy her own life, before she had time to find her Prince Charming, before she had time to feel the joy of being a woman and being a mother, she just died like this, and the person who killed her, right? Should I be taught a lesson?

Wen Meng was more angry than Hwarang, but for the sake of the child in her stomach, she held back, and after taking a look at the yamen servant, she said to Hwarang, "Go and have a look, you must get that carriage out of the way." The people above will find it."

After handing Miao'er to Wen Meng, Hua Lang followed the yamen servant and left the house. The street was very hot, the sun was vicious, and the whole ground was burning feet. The two hurriedly walked through the street, turned a few times, and turned around. Finally came to the murder scene.

The murder scene was a street, a street with few pedestrians. The street was not very wide, and there were people living on both sides. A little girl lying at the window and unable to go out saw everything that happened.

The deceased was a little girl about seven or eight years old. The little girl was very cute. It seems that girls at this age are cute no matter whether they are ugly or handsome. When Hwarang saw that cute little face Sometimes, the anger is even worse.

He almost bit off his lips in hatred.

Sima Guang glanced at Hua Lang, then stretched out his sleeve to wipe his sweat, and said, "Young man, come and take a look, it's so pitiful."

Hwarang was angry, but as a detective, he knew very well that he should not be too emotional when solving a case, because it would make him miss many details. He suppressed the anger in his heart and carefully checked the little girl. After looking at the dead body, he said: "The little girl was hit by a horse first, and then stepped on by the horse. The cause of death should be that foot."

There is no doubt about it, the little girl I saw on the window sill at the top of the building has already told Sima Guang, and that little girl is about the same age as the little girl who was hit, but at this time she was sobbing in fear I'm afraid that that scene will accompany this little girl for many years, and I don't know if that young heart will be hurt by it.

There were many spectators standing by the street, but at this time, Hwarang found a very strange thing, that is, the family members of the deceased were not there. He raised his head slightly, glanced at the crowd, and asked, "Does anyone know who?" This little girl?"

Pedestrians on the street looked at each other, but no one said they knew this little girl. Obviously, this little girl was not from their street.

But if this little girl wasn't from this street, then he didn't think the deceased was a stupid person who didn't know the heat, what was she doing on the street in such a hot day, there must be a reason why she did this , but what is the reason?

Another gust of warm wind blows, and the person who blows it is inexplicably irritable. Hwarang's eyes are wide open, sweat drips from his face. He just keeps his eyes wide open, as if he is thinking about something, or just wants to widen his eyes. Eyes, the only way to eliminate his anger at this moment.

I don't know how long it took before Hua Lang said to Sima Guang: "Master Sima, find out the relatives of the little girl, and send someone to investigate the carriage that is galloping away."

What color is the carriage and what it looks like? Sima Guang has already asked the little girl lying on the window sill. Although it took a lot of time, it was worth it. took action.

And just when Sima Guang continued to give orders like this, Hua Lang turned his attention to the deceased again. The deceased was a little girl with a mole between her eyebrows. The girl's hands are dark and her body is covered with calluses. It is not difficult to see from these that the little girl's family must be in a bad situation. She has already started to do coolies at a young age, but why does she have to work in such a hot weather at noon? What about walking on the street?

When Hwarang was thinking about these questions, he was so fascinated that he didn't hear what the people were discussing next to him. It seemed that he automatically blocked those news, but the more he thought about it, the more He couldn't figure it out. After a long time, he finally gave up. He knew that if he really wanted to know the story of this little girl, he would have to wait for more clues.

The yamen servant took the dead body back to the yamen after disposing of it. The onlookers on the street dispersed one after another. Hualang wiped off his sweat again before walking back with Sima Guang. What they can do now Yes, there is only waiting.

But at this time, the few of them were very uneasy waiting, because when they thought of the tragic death of the little girl, they felt lingering fear, and after the lingering fear, there was an indescribable anger. Haunted and danced in their minds, making people wish they could let out a loud drink as a way to vent.

Sadly, they didn't do that, all they could do was suppress and suppress.