Siheyuan: It started with Yu Li's door-to-door work

"Ms. Jiazhang was bitten to death by Qin Huairu and Shazhu. We told her that these two people had no time to commit the crime. She still didn't believe it. She kept saying that we were the ones who shielded these two people. Oh, what a mess."

"Where are the three children of the Jia family?"

"The children are quite calm. I guess they don't have any relationship with this father. A good-for-nothing paralytic who has a bad temper and beats others. The three children don't even kiss him."

"Especially the eldest son, Jia Geng, whose nickname is Banger. His eyes are swarthy, which makes people feel frightened."

"Jia Geng has already graduated from elementary school, Jia Dang is still in elementary school, and the youngest, Xiaohuaihua, was pushed into the first grade by Qin Huairu."

"The neighbors generally responded that the one who cares about Jia Dongxu is his mother. Qin Huairu and the three children all expressed dispensation to this person, and sometimes they even disliked him."

"Then, let's check these three children."

"……what?"

"No way, the oldest Jia Geng is only in his teens."

"Yes, that's his father."

"Listen to my analysis."

"Jia Dongxu was paralyzed at home. He didn't have any work to do, and he had to eat one person's rations. Sometimes he beat Qin Huairu."

"The children see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts."

"They must be closer to Qin Huairu. They must have negative emotions towards this man who didn't contribute anything to the family and beat their mother."

"Also, I don't know if you have noticed that Jia Geng, a child, received labor education a few years ago. The reason is that he broke into the house."

"I retrieved the records at that time. This kid's sneaky skills were learned from his father, the deceased Jia Dongxu."

Everyone was silent.

If the old policeman's speculation is correct, it is a ten-year-old child who consciously murdered his own father.

Simply appalling and inhuman.

"Then, let's find out if the kid Jia Geng went to school on the day of the incident."

"And what about the autopsy?"

The person in charge of the autopsy was an old man with gray hair, surnamed Wang. His family's craftsmanship was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. He himself learned a little western medicine and anatomy during the Republic of China.

Uncle Wang cleared his throat.

"There were blood spots on the conjunctiva of the deceased's eyes. The cause of death was suffocation. The murder weapon should be something soft, such as a quilt, pillow or the like."

"In short, it was suffocated."

"The deceased was killed while conscious, and he also resisted. There were skin flakes and blood between his fingers, which were presumed to have been grabbed from the murderer."

Others whispered.

"Then Qin Huairu and Shazhu can be ruled out, neither of them got any scratches."

"...I really want to investigate that son of his family."

"Tsk tsk tsk, how miserable."

The stick was not detected before, but it was because no one expected that a ten-year-old boy could kill his father calmly with his own hands.

Now, the police and the security department intend to investigate this aspect, and the small tricks are useless.

After all, Bang Geng is just a child, no matter how thoughtful and careful he is, he can't stand up to the investigation of professionals.

night.

The Jia family was silent.

Qin Huairu sat blankly at the table and didn't even light the lights at home.

The children couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, and they all hid out.

The door creaked open.

Bang Geng walked in quietly and sat opposite Qin Huairu.

"Huh? You're back, Bangjiu."

Qin Huairu forced a smile.

"I haven't eaten yet. Mom will make it for you."

Stick bowed his head and was silent for a while.

"Mom, are you sad?"

"...Isn't it a good thing that the paralyzed man died?"

"You don't need to take care of him and beware of him hitting you at the same time."

"Our family can save one person's ration."

"Mom, you can marry again if you want."

"Aren't you and Uncle Silly always on good terms?"

Qin Huairu's hand softened, and with a clang, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into seven or eight petals.

"Bad stem...? You, what do you mean? What are you talking about? You are joking with Mom, right?"

Looking into Banggen's dark eyes, Qin Huairu could no longer deceive himself.

There was an uproar outside.

It was the security department and the police who came.

"...Mom, live a good life and take good care of Xiao Dang and Sophora japonica."

Chapter 92

"Name?"

"Jia Terrier."

"Who is Jia Dongxu to you?"

"My Father."

Stick adjusted a relaxed sitting posture, staring indifferently at the police interrogating him.

"Don't ask, I killed that man."

"...Who is that man referring to?"

"Jia Dongxu, my dad."

"...Why did you kill him?"

"He shouldn't be alive. It's good for everyone without him at home."

"That's your father! Your own father!"

Stick stem sneered.

"so what."

"...Tell me how you killed him."

"I thought about it for several days and made up my mind."

Rod looked at the ceiling.

The small body seems to contain an old soul.

"That day, I skipped class. Our teacher had a bad grade and was afraid of being criticized, so he didn't care if we skipped class."

"I know that time, my grandma is definitely not at home."

"The door was locked, and I picked the lock with a thin wire."

"The lockpicking technique was taught to me by that man before he became paralyzed."

"In the past, he often encouraged me to steal things, go to the silly uncle's house to steal food, and give him the big head when I come back."

"It's easy to find an iron wire in the rolling mill. I have prepared several."

"When I entered the house, he was lying on the kang without any reaction."

"...He should have died a long time ago. He can do nothing but eat, drink, and sleep. My mother helped him turn over and wipe his body, and he beat my mother when he was cold."

"Then, I went to the kang and covered him with a pillow to death."

"He struggled for a long time and scratched my hands and face."

"Oh, by the way, he was incontinent in the end."

"He died with his eyes open."

"He kept staring at me."

"I closed his eyes for him."

"Then...then I packed my bed and my clothes, and went back to school."

Stick speaks in a straightforward manner, with no expression on his face, which makes one's hair stand on end, and his whole body trembles.

How could a child kill his own father so cruelly and calmly.

Moreover, there were no emotional fluctuations, no fear, no regrets, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I killed that man and you found out, am I going to die too?"

Stick stared at the police officer who was interrogating him.

"Yes, murder pays for life, not to mention that you killed your own father!"

"Oh."

Stick nodded numbly.

"Then, help me tell my mother a word."

"Let her remarry quickly, have a son, live a good life, and stop thinking about me and my father."

"Silly Uncle is pretty good, but I don't think I can call him Silly Dad anymore."