klisemfg Chapter 613 Clues at the Scene
Chapter 613 Clues at the Scene
Xilian spent the entire night in tears.
She wasn't too concerned that Zhang Mazi would return and beat her.
After all, he beat himself up quite a bit when he was alive.
Women are born to serve men; they are expected to obey their beatings, scoldings, and even physical abuse.
Zhang Mazi also started his own business by using a rolling pin.
She felt embarrassed to be surrounded by so many people.
Uncle Guangyi even helped me pull up my pants.
Last night I slept on the kang (heated brick bed) at Guangyi's house. Although Guangyi's wife was between us, I still felt that Guangyi was looking at me in a strange way.
Besides, although Guangyi's wife is kind-hearted, everyone knows she's a gossip. What happened last night has probably spread throughout the village by this morning.
If I go out in the future, people will point and whisper about me!
Ugh, how embarrassing!
I feel so ashamed and want to cry just thinking about it.
As I cried, I suddenly remembered: who was that despicable man from yesterday?
Ask yourself some inexplicable questions.
Now, Xilian doesn't feel like Zhang Mazi has returned.
But who could it be?
Could someone as tall and swaying as Ding Dahu be a country bumpkin?
The voice was different, and the boy was slightly taller than Tuwazi.
But it's not much different.
Just as I was lost in thought, Lu Yao walked in.
As soon as Xilian saw Lu Yao, she quickly pulled the blanket over her head.
Lu Yao sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and tapped her shoulder:
"Hey, stop pretending, I can see you're not asleep. Tell me, were you haunted by a ghost last night?"
Xilian yanked off the blanket, staring at Lu Yao with her swollen, red eyes:
"How do you know? Tell me, was it you last night?"
Lu Yao chuckled:
"Are you crazy? Why would I bother you for no reason? I only heard it from Aunt Guangyi."
"This broken car mouth! You country bumpkin, I've really embarrassed myself... Waaah..."
She cried again.
She threw herself onto Lu Yao's lap, snot and tears smearing all over his pants.
"Alright, stop crying. Tell me what happened, in detail, and I'll help you catch the culprit."
"Give me a break! You haven't caught that beast who pinned me down on the edge of the bed and abused me last time!"
Lu Yao thought to himself, "How can that be the same?"
That was me last time.
If it had been me last night, I definitely wouldn't have used a rolling pin!
Lu Yao managed to coax and scare happy Lian until she calmed down.
Only then did he tell Lu Yao in detail about his conversation with Yuan Tianshu last night.
Lu Yao asked detailed questions, and happy Lian did not hide anything, telling him everything from beginning to end.
Lu Yao was surprised.
This person didn't harm Xilian to satisfy a distorted mentality, and he certainly isn't from this village.
He was looking for clues left by Zhang Mazi.
What treasures, what paintings, maps, and what Xilian understood were completely different things.
Xilian believes that if the other person is not Zhang Mazi's ghost, then he must be a perverted man pretending to be Zhang Mazi to harm her.
Lu Yao didn't think so.
There are plenty of women in Jiapigou who are prettier and younger than Xilian, and who are more likely to cause trouble for others.
After letting Xilian finish speaking and making sure she had remembered everything, Lu Yao was about to get up.
But Xilian grabbed his leg and hugged him tightly.
"Tuwazi, you're the militia company commander, you're responsible for protecting the safety of us ordinary people. I beg for your protection, come over tonight and protect me at my house."
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lu Yao had no choice but to reach out and pat her head to comfort her.
"Okay, you wait for me, I'll come over tonight."
"Really?"
In fact, Xilian said this without having any hope at all.
Lu Yao is engaged, and Xiao Meizi is the village beauty, the number one beauty in Jiapigou.
How could Lu Yao possibly come to keep me company?
Even Jing Youxiang, who stayed at the clinic, and Yuan Shumei, who could freely stay between the clinic and the Ding family, were both much prettier than her.
This was just a way of expressing her feelings; Lu Yao knew she wanted him to stay with her.
He could just make up a lie to fool himself and get away with it.
He was overjoyed to see that Lu Yao had readily agreed to come over tonight:
"You promised, but you have to keep your word. I'm taking a shower tonight... so you have to come."
Lu Yao almost burst out laughing.
I wanted to find the person who raided Jiapigou at night, and you've brought up taking a bath.
Looking down, I saw that she was only wearing a sweater and long underwear, which made her figure very noticeable.
He couldn't help but feel a jolt, recalling the scene of pressing her down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) that night.
That's really interesting.
Pat her on the back:
"Alright, if you want to wash, then wash thoroughly. Just wait."
After saying that, he went out and drove to the ferryman's house.
Liu Dugong's home is at the southernmost part of the village.
If spring arrives and the Xitong River thaws, the shortest route to enter the village is by boat from the south.
Otherwise, you'd have to take the big stone bridge to the east of the village, which is much farther.
From the ferryman's house, you can see the Xitong River in the distance.
The car drove to the backyard of the ferryman's house.
Uncle Guangyi and Goushengzi were chatting by the moat.
He only got up when he saw Lu Yao arrive:
"We both checked, neither of us went in."
"Yes, the ferryman left early this morning, and no one has been to his house since. Everyone's afraid of getting involved with something dirty."
Lu Yao nodded: "Okay, you two wait here, I'll go in by myself."
Lu Yao pushed open the gate of Liu Dugong's house.
The courtyard is quite spacious.
There were some broken fishing nets and wooden planks piled up on the east side, and a stack of firewood on the west side.
The courtyard is quite spacious.
There were some broken fishing nets and wooden planks piled up on the east side, and a stack of firewood on the west side.
He first took a walk around the yard.
The ground was frozen solid, but there was a patch of firmly planted footprints next to the woodpile.
Lu Yao made his own footprint next to this footprint for comparison.
The footprint was a size larger than my shoes; they were size 10 (Upper Ten) shoes.
He had consulted Mei Ping about footprint identification.
According to Mei Ping's method, if you subtract the excess from the shoe and then multiply by seven, the person's height is over 1.8 meters.
The short strides indicate that they have been standing here for a while, pacing back and forth.
His heels were pointing towards the woodpile, indicating that he had been hiding there and observing.
He then examined the pattern of the shoe print. It was a pair of Liberation cotton shoes, the most common type in Northeast China, but the heel was severely worn, with the outer side worn down two or three millimeters more than the inner side.
Lu Yaomi guessed that this was someone who had been walking with their toes pointing outwards for a long time, and that the wear and tear on the left foot was heavier than that on the right foot.
This person may have injured their left leg, or their left shoulder may have been bearing weight for many years, causing them to unconsciously lean to one side when walking.
Judging from the level of stress, this person's weight is at most 100 pounds.
She's a bit thin for her height.
However, in this day and age, there are very few fat people.
They are mostly on the thin side.
Upon entering the house, the lingering smell of blood remained.
The quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) in Liu Dugong's house was not messy. A pair of cotton trousers was lying on the ground with the legs turned up and the pockets turned inside out.
Lu Yao didn't rush to move; he looked at the ground first.
The adobe floor was swept quite clean, but there were drag marks.
Two shallow marks were left, one from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to the doorway, wider in the middle and narrower at both ends—the marks left by a person being dragged on their back, their heels scraping against the ground.
Lu Yao followed the marks and saw two drops of blood on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and several fingers that had turned black. There was a puddle at the doorway, which had been stepped on before it was completely dry, leaving half a shoe print.
They were also Liberation cotton shoes, the same size as the ones in the yard.
Lu Yao squatted down to examine the half-shoe print closely.
With toes pointing inwards and heels outwards, this is the posture for going out.
But the shoe print was pressed on the bloodstains, and the blood was dripping from inside the house—meaning that when Liu Dugong's finger was cut, this person was standing by the kang (a heated brick bed), and after the cut, he stood up and walked out stepping on the blood.
He then looked at the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
There were a few strands of hair on the edge of the kang mat, including one white hair. They were all short and probably not Liu Dugong's messy long hair.
There was a cigarette butt next to my hair, a filter cigarette, the Da Zhong Jiu brand. I put it out before I finished smoking it, and I put it out really hard, so the cigarette tip was flattened.
Lu Yao found a matchbox belonging to a ferryman and put away the cigarette butts and strands of hair.