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Chapter 66

Leaving Xiaohe's homestay, Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan walked to Zhai's hometown.

Jiang Wenchi counted the time as he walked.

Qin Chuan: "Are you calculating whether Ah Meng has time to rush to the orchard to kill someone?"

Jiang Wenchi nodded: "Although the area of ​​Haixi Village is small, it only takes 15 minutes to walk from Zhai's hometown to Xiaohe's house. But the orchard is still a little far away from here. In the opposite direction. No matter which way you go, it will take half an hour, even if you use transportation, plus the time for the murderer to dispose of the body, it will take at least half an hour."

"As long as Mrs. Zhai and Ah Cong confirm that Ah Meng and Xiao He did not leave from 10:30 last night to twelve o'clock in the morning, then they will have an alibi."

Qin Chuan analyzed Jiang Wenchi's words.

Jiang Wenchi frowned: "And the witness is the victim's family, this alibi is perfect."

Qin Chuan nodded: "The coincidence seems to be deliberately prepared."

While talking, the two had already arrived at Zhai's hometown. In the yard, Mrs. Zhai was sitting on a small bamboo stool basking in the sun and weaving bamboo baskets. Although her eyes could not see clearly, she was proficient in craftsmanship for decades, and her fingers were flying Flexible and free, Jiang Wenchi couldn't help admiring.

Hearing the movement, Mrs. Zhai raised her head and looked over. After a long while, she recognized the person.

"A Cong, A Cong, the police comrades are here, pour a glass of water for the police comrades."

Mrs. Zhai's legs and feet are not flexible, so she quickly called out her nephew A Cong.

A Cong seemed to have just woken up, with hair like a chicken coop on his head, wearing a hurdle vest and shorts, shaking out.

Seeing Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan, he snorted through his nose, as impatient as ever.

"Instead of catching the murderer, he ran to the deceased's house early in the morning to make trouble. It's really capable."

A Cong mumbled into the kitchen, poured two glasses of cold water and brought them out, put them on the rattan table in the small courtyard, then turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

"Hold on."

Qin Chuan stopped him, A Cong had already pushed open the bedroom door, stepped in with one foot, and turned his head impatiently: "What are you doing?"

"Did Ah Meng and Xiao He come here last night?"

When mentioning these two people, A Cong's expression became even more displeased.

"Come here. What's the matter?"

Qin Chuan patiently: "Do you still remember the exact time when they came and left?"

When Qin Chuan asked A Cong, Jiang Wenchi was standing on the side, observing the furnishings in the bedroom through the bedroom door opened by A Cong, and his eyes stayed on a big group photo on the bedside table.

A Cong frowned and thought for a while: "I don't remember, but I was watching the evening news when they came."

Qin Chuan: "When will you leave?"

A Cong: "I can't remember, anyway, it's late at night, and the woman was crying and talking too much, she made me so sleepy, so they drove her away."

Qin Chuan: "Didn't they leave halfway?"

A Cong curled his lips: "No. The two mangy dogs, don't they just don't want to pay back the money, they keep selling miserably, and it's annoying to watch."

After Ah Cong finished speaking, without waiting for Qin Chuan to say anything else, he entered the room and slammed the door shut, obviously angry after getting up.

Mrs. Zhai smiled awkwardly, "This child, no one took care of him when he was young, and we have been spoiled by it for the past two years. Don't mind the police comrades."

Qin Chuan smiled at the old lady Chongzhai: "It's okay. We just understand the situation."

Jiang Wenchi knelt down and went over to see Mrs. Zhai weaving bamboo baskets: "Grandma, you are so skillful."

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Mrs. Zhai made Jiang Wenchi laugh so much that her teeth could not see her eyes, but the old man was still modest.

"What is this? All the women in our Haixi village know how to do it. Back then, my skills were only ranked third in the village..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zhai sighed, and tears welled up in her cloudy eyes: "It's a pity, they all left early, one by one."

Jiang Wenchi regretted hearing the words: "Are you talking about your sisters back then? Did they die early because of poor health?"

Talking about this, the creases between Madam Zhai's brows became more and more profound.

"Yeah, all of them are skillful and capable, and they can support a large family by themselves. Who would have thought that all of them would fall ill early..."

Jiang Wenchi asked curiously, "Before Haixi Village, were women working to support their families?"

Mrs. Zhai nodded proudly: "This is the tradition of our village. All the women in our village are more capable than men. It's not like the girls now, who look like they're going to die, who can show them?" !"

Speaking of the last sentence, Mrs. Zhai couldn't hide her anger.

Jiang Wenchi leaned forward: "You mean Xiaohe?"

Mrs. Zhai snorted, "I'm half buried, so I don't bother to say those things that make me good. She paid back the money as soon as possible and left it to A Cong, so I can leave with peace of mind."

Jiang Wenchi: "Don't you know anything about Mr. Zhai giving her money back then?"

Mrs. Zhai's expression turned a little embarrassed in an instant, she used force, and a bamboo strip broke, she pursed her lips, and said displeasedly: "Who knows how the old man will be deceived by lard."

As Old Madam Zhai said, she dropped the half-woven bamboo basket and got up tremblingly: "I'm tired, I need to rest for a while, remember to let me know when you have solved the old man's case."

After finishing speaking, the old lady walked into the house without any hesitation, and she completely lost the sadness she felt when she saw the old man's body. Obviously, she was really hurt by the fact that old man Zhai gave Xiaohe money behind her back.

The owner suddenly disappeared in the yard, only Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan were left looking at each other.

At noon, everyone had lunch at a beef noodle shop, and Zhang Xuan and Li Yiran reported on the search at Mu Tian's house.

"As expected, Captain Qin guessed right. Don't look at this kid living alone. The house is so clean that he seems to have a cleanliness. It's hard to find even a hair on the ground."

Zhang Xuan was chattering while talking.

Li Yiran took a sip of the beef noodle soup and nodded: "Yes. But we still found something."

After Li Yiran finished speaking, his face was full of mysterious pride.

Jiang Wenchi held the venue and asked: "It still has to be my brother Li, what did you find?"

But Zhang Xuan was not happy: "Tsk, why is it all due to him alone, and I also contributed!"

Jiang Wenchi chuckled: "Then how can I forget Brother Xuan, my brother Xuan and Li are all detectives from Xinchuan!"

The two were coaxed by Jiang Wenchi to have a good time, although Qin Chuan didn't interrupt, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

With Xiao Jiang around, no matter how tiring the case is, everyone can always maintain a good mood.

After getting satisfactory results, Li Yiran stopped being a joke, and became serious: "We searched all corners of his house, but found nothing. But when we went out, brother Xuan and I noticed a pair of cloth shoes hanging by the window. "

Zhang Xuan answered at the right time: "The weather is good recently, neither cloudy nor rainy, and Mutian doesn't need to work in the fields, even if he likes to be clean, it's a coincidence to brush shoes at this time, so we took those shoes back. "

(End of this chapter)