Seeing that it was still early, He Lanbing probably would have come back before dark, so he immediately ordered the horse to prepare and reported to Captain Shi Meng who was following the on-site investigation at that time, as well as the constables Sun Ba Ge, Yin Yadan, Tang Tang and others, to Erdaogou Village.

The horse can only reach the foot of the mountain. Because the mountain road is rugged and it is inconvenient for horses to walk, a detective was left to watch the horses, and the rest walked up the mountain.

Erdaogou is named after two streams under the mountain village. It took about an hour to walk on the mountain road and finally saw the mountain village.

This mountain village is hidden among green trees, with white clouds lingering on the hillside, and with the mountain wind rising and falling, it is floating and slim. From a distance, it looks like a fairyland.

Situ Ce sighed: "This kind of place is really refreshing."

"Yes, this kind of fairyland on earth, I didn't expect that there was a murderous intent to stab a person thirty-two times in a row. What kind of hatred does this require? The hatred for a person is so great, what kind of hidden feelings are there in it that make people sigh?"

"It's so sad that the hatred between people is so great. Let's go find this sad person!"

The group walked along the mountain road for about half an hour before they arrived in the mountain village.

The constable was about to inform the local guard. He Lanbing waved his hand and said no, but she had been here several times to investigate the case and was already very familiar with it, so she went straight to Hong Dalang's house.

Two children, seven or eight years old, were sitting at the door playing with stones and were happy. When they heard the footsteps, they looked up and saw the constables coming over fiercely with their waist knives. They were shocked. The big one pulled the small one and walked into the house as if they were running away.

He Lanbing came to the door and glanced at the room. Although two years have passed, the furnishings in the room are as old as before and there is almost no change. The two children hid in the corner of the room and looked at them with timid eyes.

Two pieces of maltose appeared in Tang Tang's palm like a magic trick. He held it over, squatted down, and gave a smile sweetly, saying, "Here, eat candy!"

The two children stretched out their dirty little hands and carefully took the two pieces of candy, but did not stuff them into their mouths, but carried them behind their backs.

Tang Tang was a little surprised: "Hey, why don't you eat it?"

The little child said angrily: "Save it for my mother."

"Oh, so sensible, where is your mother? Are you at home?"

The two children shook their heads together.

“Where did you go?”

"Work in the field."

"Well, would you please take us there? We came from the yamen, so there is something to do with your mother."

The two children nodded again.

Tang Tang held their hands and came to the door, saying to Situ Ce and Helanbing: "Their mother is in the field, will I go and find her with the child?"

"Okay, go!" Helan Bing said. He stepped into the room, looked around, turned to Situ Ce and said, "It's still the same, there's no change." He pointed to the place near the door and said, "Here, this is the place where the corpse was found." He gestured with his hands and said, "The body was facing the lying face, with its head facing the door, its hands bent forward, and its legs were bent. The back was covered with wounds, and the chest, abdomen and head were also there. There was a pool of blood under his body."

Then, Helanbing pushed open the door of the room and looked in. The furnishings were still the same. He waved to Situ Ce over and said, "This is the bedroom of their couple. There was blood on the bed and dripping blood stains all the way out from the front of the bed to the body of the main hall. I judged that the deceased was suddenly attacked by the murderer while lying on the bed. He was seriously injured and struggled to escape. He ran to the door and fell to the ground without being seriously injured. The murderer caught up and stabbed him in the back, causing him to die on the spot."

“Is the door open at that time?”

"When the neighbor came, he was open. When he found the body, he hurried to report to the local security."

"Where are the other doors and windows of the house? Are they open?"

"No, the back door is bolted from the inside, and the windows are all under control."

"So, did the murderer enter the house through the main entrance and then enter the bedroom to commit the crime?"

"It should be."

"The deceased was lying on the bed, but his wife and children were working in the field. Could it be that the deceased was sick?"

"Well, we asked the deceased's wife and said that the deceased was very uncomfortable that day, had nausea and vomiting, and was weak all over, so he did not go to the ground and lay down on the bed in the house to rest. Because the mountain villagers are simple in their customs, there are people at home during the day, and the door is generally not closed. It is probably a false cover, which is convenient for family members to enter and exit. It is not convenient for the deceased to get up and open the door when they are sick, so the bedroom door is probably also a false cover, which gives the murderer an opportunity to sneak into the bedroom from the main door to commit the crime."

Situ Ce looked at the two doors and sighed in his heart, it was a pity that if he was at the scene on the day of the incident, he could extract the fingerprints left by the murderer on the door, and perhaps the footprints or even blood footprints on the ground. It would be much easier to solve the case. It has been two years since then, and the blood on the ground has been cleaned up and there is no trace of it. The traces on the door and on the ground have probably been covered by other people's handprints and footprints, and have lost their value of pointing.

Situ Ce looked at the entire house. There was no courtyard in front of the house, and the back door led to the vegetable field in the back garden. The vegetable field was surrounded by a fence wall.

After he turned around, he saw that there was an extra person in the main hall. He was a young woman with petite figure and beautiful eyebrows. However, due to insufficient nutrition, her hair was a little dry, and she was tied with a twine and a wooden hairpin. She was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, thighs and pants, and a pair of black cloth shoes, covered with mud. A hemp rope was tied around her slender waist. In ancient times, my wife mourned her husband for three years. She should have been mourning, but in order to make it easier to work, she only kept the twine on her head and the hemp rope around her waist, indicating that she was mourning.

The young woman didn't look at Situ Ce, but just looked down at the ground with her eyes down. The two children hid behind her and still looked at everyone with timid eyes.

Helanbing said: "This is the original wife of the deceased, Hong Dalang. Yan, who is just the famous criminal master of our yamen, Situ Ce."

Yan raised his eyes lightly and looked at Situ Ce, then took a rest of his steps to be blessed, but he didn't say anything.

Situ Ce bowed and said, "I need to extract your fingerprints, I hope you can cooperate." After that, he took out the fingerprint ink cartridge from the survey box, placed it on the altar in the middle of the main hall, and asked Yan to go over and said, "Please extend your hands to me."

Yan raised his hand dullly to Situ Ce. It was a pair of calloused hands, with rough skin and several cracks. This shows how hard the woman had with her two children after her husband died.

Situ Ce was a little moved. He took her palms, took out her ten fingers' fingerprints, and then took a piece of paper to wipe her hands.

He originally wanted to get the child's fingerprint, but he saw that the two children were only seven or eight years old and were only five or six years old at the time of the incident, which obviously did not match the fingerprint on the hilt of the knife, so it was impossible for these two children to belong to, so it was not extracted.

He entered the side room, closed the door, then took out the digital camera, and called out the fuzzier blood fingerprint picture found on the handle of the knife to compare. It was indeed Yan's!

The blood fingerprints belong to Yan? She was the murderer? Situ Ce frowned. This was impossible. He Lanbing said that Yan took two children to work in the field and was not at the scene. After the incident, the local security guard sent someone to the field to ask her to come back. In other words, she had no time to commit the crime and could not be the murderer.
Chapter completed!