Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Zhao Wenzhuo's face was gloomy: "Di Renjie, you are slandering me!"

"Then why don't you want to stretch out your hand?"

"My hand was injured some time ago, and I can't move easily."

"Wrong! The real reason is that you only have four fingers on your right hand!"

Everyone was shocked. What's wrong with four fingers? How can you discriminate against disabled people?

"Let me go!" Zhao Wenzhuo's hand was tightly grasped by Di Renjie. He wanted to break free, but he was not as strong as the other party.

"Bring up the evidence!"

Soon, the bloody incense burner was presented by the clerk on a tray.

Di Renjie held the incense burner and walked around the field.

"Everyone, please look, this incense burner was found at the crime scene. This is the real murder weapon!"

Yan Liben asked doubtfully: "How can you infer that Zhao Liulang is the murderer based on just an incense burner?"

Di Renjie smiled slightly: "May I ask Minister Yan, if you hold this incense burner, how would you hold it?"

Yan Liben thought for a while and replied: "This incense burner is not big, you can hold it with one hand."

"How to hold it?"

Di Renjie handed another incense burner of the same size to Minister Yan, motioning him to demonstrate.

"Like this." Yan Liben opened the tiger's mouth between his thumb and index finger, and with a little force on his five fingers, he grabbed it.

"What about you? Governor Lu?"

Lu Yang glanced at Yan Liben, and then said: "I am the same as the Minister."

"Okay, then Chief Cui..."

Cui Hao subconsciously trembled, he shuddered, took the incense burner, and held it in the same posture.

"Master Zhao."

Master Zhao sneered: "A normal person would hold it like this, right?"

Di Renjie took the incense burner back and shouted: "Yes! Normal people would hold it like this."

"But Zhao Liulang is not a normal person."

"His right thumb is broken. So, he can only hold it like this."

Di Renjie put his thumbs together, inserted his index and middle fingers into the inner wall of the incense burner, and propped up the incense burner with the strength of his fingers and palms.

Everyone was shocked. That's it.

Di Renjie handed the incense burner to Zhao Liulang and shouted coldly: "Pick it up!"

Zhao Liulang was shocked. Seeing the clerk with a knife in front of him, he had to follow the other party's instructions and slap his right hand on the incense ash first, and then grab the incense burner.

"Everyone, please look!"

Di Renjie picked up the ordinary incense burner with Zhao Liulang's handprint and the bloody incense burner for display.

"Oh my god, the same marks!"

"Oh this."

"Is he the real murderer? It's so scary!"

Zhao Liulang suddenly laughed up to the sky, very happy: "So what? This is just a personal habit, can I be convicted of this?"

Di Renjie smiled and shook his head: "Indeed not. But I can prove that you used this murder weapon to hurt Zhao Siniang."

"Come on, bring the ink pad!"

Soon, the clerk took out an ink pad and handed it to Di Renjie.

Zhao Liulang's expression was playful: "What? Do you want to trick me into confessing?"

"No, look, this is just a piece of white paper."

After Zhao Liulang carefully confirmed it, he assuredly covered his palm on the ink pad, and then left a palm print on the white paper.

Di Renjie smiled slightly, he picked up the white paper, and after confirming that it was correct, he brought the bloody incense burner and the white paper with Zhao Liulang's palm print to Yan Liben.

"Minister Yan, you are a great painter, you must have an innate sensitivity to patterns, please compare carefully."

Yan Liben took a closer look, but didn't see anything special?

Di Renjie explained: "Song Zhen once said that the lines on everyone's fingertips are different. I would like to ask Minister Yan to verify it."

Then, Di Renjie asked every official to print their fingerprints, and then randomly selected five lucky audience members.

After Yan Liben got the hint, he began to observe carefully, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

Sure enough! There is a problem!

"It's really different!" Yan Liben exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's amazing."

The audience stretched their necks, and the officials present came over one after another.

"No, forgive my poor eyesight, they are so dense, don't they all look the same?" Governor Lu touched his head.

"No." Yan Liben stroked his long beard and laughed, "Look, there are three shapes of lines, one is curved like a bow, one is round like a bucket, and the other is flat like a dustpan."

After hearing what Yan Liben said, everyone finally found the difference.

Yan Liben stood up and walked in front of Song Zhen: "My friend, how did you find it?"

"I found it by accident. I call it fingerprint. Fingerprints are different and remain unchanged throughout life."

"Can they remain unchanged throughout life?" Yan Liben touched his chin and thought.

Di Renjie was overjoyed. If everyone's fingerprints are definitely different, it can provide a new verification direction, so thatIt was much easier to solve the case later.

Zhao Liulang frowned on the side, feeling uneasy.

Yan Liben returned to his seat, picked up Zhao Liulang's palm print and compared it with the blood on the incense burner.

He raised his head suddenly! Staring straight at Zhao Liulang.

"I can prove that the handprint on this murder weapon is his!" Yan Liben said solemnly.

There happened to be a scar on Zhao Liulang's right little finger, which was exactly the same as the blood on the surface of the incense burner.

Everyone was shocked!

The head of the Zhao family trembled with tears.

"Rebellious son! Why did you kill Si Niang? What did she do wrong?"

Zhao Sanlang lifted Zhao Liulang's collar and pushed him heavily against the pillar. His face was twitching, and it was obvious that he was very angry!

"Why did you kill her? And you dared to insult her? Beast!"

Zhao Liulang shouted with red eyes: "I didn't insult her! She is still innocent!"

From this moment on, he had to admit his crime!

Bang——

Zhao Sanlang punched him, and the clerks quickly pulled him back!

"Let me go, I want to avenge my sister! I want to kill him!" Zhao Sanlang fluttered his legs, his eyes were blurred with tears, and his voice was choked with sobs.

That was the sister who loved him the most since he was a child, and she died in such an unclear way, and died at the hands of her own people!

The head of the Zhao family turned his head away, he was too embarrassed to watch, Zhao Dalang and Zhao Wulang had to support the old man, constantly muttering words of comfort.

Di Renjie squatted down, looked at Zhao Liulang with lifeless eyes and asked: "Tell me, why did you kill her?"

Zhao Liulang grabbed the soil tightly with his left hand, looked down at the floor and answered: "Because I like her, but she doesn't want to give it to me, and then I was impulsive and accidentally..."

Song Zhen raised his hand and shouted: "I report, this guy is lying!"

"When a liar communicates, he will unconsciously shift his gaze and dare not look into the eyes of others. Even if he looks at them, his eyes will be erratic and evasive."

Di Renjie said earnestly: "What? At this time, you are not going to confess the truth?"

Zhao Liulang seemed to have mustered up the courage. He glanced at Zhao Sanlang with a slanted look and made the right decision.

He hesitated and whispered: "Brother San, you can't hit me after I tell you so!"

Zhao Sanlang laughed in anger: "You killed my sister, what else can't you do?"

"In fact, your son is not yours."

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"It's mine."

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Xiao Wenzhong, do you have a lot of questions?

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