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Chapter 705: Skilled in Knife Use

Could it be that you are sick?

Jiang Fubao's face showed a hint of anxiety.

Seeing this, Meng Bujiu was afraid that she would get anxious and think too much, so he quickly answered her.

"Don't worry, mother is fine. She went to the mountain to burn incense, hoping to pray to the Buddha to catch the murderer as soon as possible. She will probably be back tomorrow. She went with a few good ladies and will stay for three or four days. She may not be back tomorrow."

My mother went to the temple because my father begged her to go.

Dad was afraid that Mom would be bored in the government office, worried all day and hurt her health, so he sent her away. It just so happened that when Mom was not around and no one was bothering Dad, he could focus on investigating the case.

If mom were still alive, dad wouldn't dare to work so hard, sleeping only two hours a day?

It’s impossible with my mother around.

In fact, he had not slept well from New Year's Eve till now. Meng Bujiu suddenly felt a little depressed. For two consecutive years, he had not been able to have a good New Year, and had not been able to have a reunion dinner with Fubao.

Hey.

He sighed inwardly.

I just hope there won't be any more trouble next year.

"Here, belated New Year's money." Meng Bujiu took out a red paper package from his narrow sleeves and handed it to Jiang Fubao. It looked thick from the side.

"Thank you very much, Brother Bujiu. Hehe, I will spend it well. Brother Bujiu, let's go, don't delay." Jiang Fubao did not refuse shyly. After thanking her, she took it and even opened it to take a look. There was a gold ingot inside.

Brother Bujiu has always been generous when he helps others.

Even though she was no longer short of money, she still couldn't stop smiling.

New Year’s money is different from other money. It is love and care.

After Jiang Fubao put away the red paper package, the two got up and left.

Pan Erya and Pan Shitou also followed behind them, walking side by side.

Like two bodyguards.

The three little beggars were taken directly to Mr. Liu's house.

Therefore, Jiang Fubao saw them as soon as he arrived at Liu's house.

The three men are about the same height, all thin and small, with very dark skin, and wearing straw raincoats. This thing is not only worn when it rains, but most people wear it in winter.

In ancient times, not everyone could afford to wear cotton clothes.

Either wear many thin clothes to keep warm, or use a straw raincoat to resist the cold wind.

Obviously, the three little beggars didn't have that many clothes to wear.

A straw raincoat is the best choice.

"You are witnesses, right? Can you describe to me what happened that day from beginning to end?" Jiang Fubao asked softly as he stood in front of them.

"From beginning to end? Female Bodhisattva, where is the beginning? And where is the end?" Wang San was a little confused.

Jiang Fubao was amused by this name.

"I'm not some female bodhisattva. Just call me Sister Jiang. I should be older than you. Just start your story from the moment you first came to the Liu family to beg for food."

Seeing that they were short, Jiang Fubao assumed that he was the tallest.

But Wang Da said, "I am fifteen."

"Well, then you can call me Doctor Jiang." Jiang Fubao looked a little embarrassed.

She didn't think of this. As a beggar, she naturally didn't have enough food to eat often. Her body didn't receive nutrition, so how could she grow tall?

She was careless.

"Doctor Jiang, when we arrived at Mr. Liu's house, the door was open. It happened to be Mr. Liu's family eating New Year's Eve dinner. Two gatekeepers were sitting here. We stood at the door, and before we opened our mouths to ask for food, he asked us to wait, and then brought us food. There was meat and rice cooked in it, which was very delicious...

We knew that when Mr. Liu set off firecrackers at midnight, he would give us money as a gift, so we took our bowls and went to the alley next door to eat. After we were full, Wang Da and Wang Er and I were chatting. Around 3 p.m., we heard a noise coming from Mr. Liu's house. At first, we didn't take it seriously. You know, it was New Year's Eve after all, and it was bustling everywhere.

Every household had loud noises, but as we listened, we began to feel something was wrong. Every now and then, we heard screams and children crying. This lasted for about two quarters of an hour, and then it was quiet. We felt something was wrong, so we plucked up the courage to go to Mr. Liu’s house. Later, we told the officials and the adults about it.”

Wang San told Jiang Fubao clearly what happened that day.

He even described in detail what he had eaten that day, and he talked for a full quarter of an hour before he finally shut up.

"You have a good memory." Meng Bujiu's cold voice then sounded.

"When you were in the alley, no, when you came to Liu's house, did you see anyone coming out of the Liu family? Or did you see anyone going in? Logically speaking, you should be able to see people passing by in this alley. Think about it, who passed by at that time?"

Jiang Fubao walked to the alley next to him, took a few looks, and then came back to continue asking questions.

This question made Wang Da and the other two silent.

It’s not that they didn’t know, but the three of them were thinking about it carefully.

"Since you know that Mr. Liu will give wedding money from time to time, do you know who will come often? Especially, he is good at using knives."

Seeing that they couldn't answer, Jiang Fubao asked a new question.

"Good at using a knife?" Wang Er's eyes suddenly widened.

It seemed like I remembered something.

"I do know one. Mr. Liu opened a restaurant, an inn, and a grain store in the city, but he always called the chef of the restaurant to cook at his home. A chef is good at using a knife, isn't he?"

As Wang Er spoke, his voice became softer.

He was also wondering what would happen if someone else was misunderstood as the murderer.

"How do you know that he often comes to the Liu family to cook?" Meng Bujiu raised his eyebrows and asked him.

You know, in the past half month, the three little beggars have said everything they should have said, but they missed the most crucial thing.

"The three of us often begged outside Mr. Liu's restaurant. We often saw the cook coming out and heading toward Mr. Liu's house. Wang Er and I heard him mumbling several times, saying that he was being paid one silver coin for two jobs. He was asked to cook but was not given any reward. He would stop working when he saved up fifty taels."

Wang Da also recalled it, and he answered Meng Bujiu before his younger brother did.

"Come here, go and capture the cook they are talking about and bring him to the government office. I will interrogate him myself later."

Meng Bujiu did not ask any more questions. He just gave orders to the officer.

"Let me ask you, what is the cook like? Is he tall?" Jiang Fubao continued to interrogate.

"Yeah, he's very strong. When he buys pigs from the food store, he always buys one at a time. When he comes out to move the pigs, he can actually carry them all by himself. He's taller than me and Wang San put together, and he looks fierce and ferocious. Whenever he comes out of the food store, we have to avoid him, otherwise he will definitely scold us."

Wang Da replied.

The three of them were actually very afraid of the cook.

"Okay, I got it. Let's go in and take a look." Hearing this, Jiang Fubao immediately felt that the murderer was most likely the cook.

However, we cannot be sure directly, we still have to look at the crime scene first.