Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

Chapter 872: Fake death

Asking for help, Li Haitang was particularly embarrassed, she had her own concerns.

Fang Shaoyao is a good person, the two of them get along well, and their temperaments are in harmony. From now on, they will be Li Haitang's circle of friends in Kyoto.

After a few days of acquaintance, it is a bit inappropriate to come to the door and ask for help.

She thought about it, maybe she didn't have enough weight, so she went to Lin's house first to talk to Lin Wan.

Lin Wan and Fang Shaoyao have been sisters for many years. Before they got married, they exchanged handkerchiefs and knew each other's temperament.

"Sister Lin Wan, that evidence book is the key to solving the case. We don't want to startle the enemy, so we can only start at Dali Temple."

The deceased, Lin Zi, was Lin Wan's cousin, and the relationship between the two was very good. Based on this, Lin Wan had no reason not to do nothing.

"Sister Haitang, I understand."

Lin Wan didn't find it difficult at all, the case of Yang Xu and Dali Temple had been finalized, and it was not as difficult as imagined to get the evidence out.

Lin Wan is a straightforward person in business, she thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I'll go and tell Shaoyao, wait for my news, and if it's quick, I'll deliver the things in the afternoon."

"Then trouble sister."

Li Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, it was really not easy to ask someone to do something, Lin Wan took the initiative to help her, which solved a big problem for her.

"Trouble? Speaking of which, our Lin family is bothering you."

Lin Wan's expression was sluggish. She was a good cousin. The two had similar experiences. The difference was that she herself was a widow, and she still had sisters. She opened a shop to make money, but her cousin was no longer alive.

Only by solving the case and finding the murderer can Lin Zi's spirit in heaven be comforted.

After Lin Wan agreed, she left with Li Haitang and the others.

Li Haitang didn't know what Lin Wan and Fang Shaoyao said, but things went smoothly. As soon as they arrived in the afternoon, someone from Dali Temple came to deliver evidence.

Everyone sat together and began to compare the differences in fonts.

In modern times, there are specialists for authenticating handwriting. On computers, it is also possible to determine whether two people's handwriting was done by the same person.

Maybe you can imitate the similarity, but it usually cannot withstand careful scrutiny.

Everyone has their own habits when writing, the order of writing, the posture of holding the pen, which determine the strength when writing. Some people have strong pen strength, and the written words are especially easy to penetrate the paper.

"Miraculous doctor Li, can you do an appraisal?"

Zhang Zheng took a rough look, but didn't recognize any difference, including Yang Xu's and Zhuang Mu's handwriting, which seemed to be written by one person.

"I can tell."

Li Haitang lowered her head, her eyes were almost glued together, she held her breath and stared for a while.

Yang Xu's handwriting has a bad habit. The font structure is very loose and not so compact. If the distance between the characters is large, the characters will be easier to separate.

Usually words can tell a person's character, Yang Xu should be a more casual and casual person.

On the other hand, Zhuang Mu's handwriting, he deliberately imitated Yang Xu, but there was a big deviation in the two people's habits. Zhuang Mu's handwriting, the shape of the imitation is no problem, look carefully, his handwriting structure is much more compact.

"Miraculous Doctor Li, I never thought you would be so smart!"

Zhang Zheng praised immediately. He followed what Li Haitang said and looked carefully, and immediately found the problem.

"The words in the purse...?"

Zhang Zheng lowered his head, his pupils dilated, he couldn't believe it, and said in surprise, "This...how is this possible?"

"Whoever said it, often the most unlikely, is the truth."

Li Haitang didn't believe what he saw, and after checking it repeatedly for a long time, he finally calmed down.

The handwriting in the purse was not copied by Zhuang Mu, but Yang Xu's handwriting, that's right, the real owner's!

What Lin Zi killed with all his might was the evidence left behind.

"A dead person who has been cut into pieces, can he still turn into a ghost?"

Zhang Zheng felt that everything was unreal, so he sat where he was, silent.

In the lobby, there was no sound, and even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Jiang's breathing was rough, and it took him a while to say, "Could it be that Yang Xu is not dead?"

"right."

Li Haitang smiled. Although she didn't understand why, Yang Xu should still be alive.

That's right, she felt that there was something wrong with the case, and she couldn't figure out where the problem was.

It is said that the head was completely unrecognizable, only the thighs, with the scars on it, was recognized by Yang's father, and he immediately identified it as his son.

Then, Yang Xu is playing tricks!

The case is getting more and more interesting, but it's not clear yet what the relationship between Zhuang Mu and Yang Xu is, and what role he plays in the middle.

And Zhuang Ke, whether what she said is true and how credible it is remains to be seen.

"This matter must be kept secret. Find Yang Xu for the present."

The truth is unbelievable, Zhang Zheng feels that all of them have been tricked!

This is a big game of chess, and everyone is a **** on the chessboard.

"It's not difficult to find Yang Xu. He has no relatives in the capital, only Father Yang and Mother Yang."

What Li Haitang meant was that everyone kept silent about this matter, for fear that there would be an insider in the yamen and send a letter to Yang Xu, even though this possibility was unlikely.

"Starting tonight, we will take turns guarding people."

Those two people who monitored Yang Xu's parents may know the truth.

After making a decision, on the first night, I will hand it over to Zhang Zheng. As long as he finds Yang Xu, many things will naturally be solved.

Coming out of Jingzhaoyi Yamen, Li Haitang dragged his weary steps, the case is so mysterious!

At least, the murderer who killed Lin Zi was found, it was Yang Xu. So who killed the counterfeit product that died before? Could it be that Yang Xu Jinchan escaped his shell?

One link after another, I am afraid that only by finding the person can these doubts be answered.

"My lady, there is a street in Kyoto that is only lively at night, why don't we go and have a look?"

Xiao Lingchuan observed his wife with a tired look on his face. Even if the two of them returned to the Zhuangzi, they would still wash up and sleep, so they might as well go out for a walk to relax.

I have been in Kyoto for a few days, and I have been so busy that I have never been free.

In the past, there were no bean buns, and the couple would leave whenever they wanted to. Now they have to consider the buns wherever they go.

Now, Doubao has a playmate, so it's just right not to follow them.

"The little heartless one won't look for us when we go back, sir, is it a night market similar to Night Street?"

Li Haitang immediately became energetic and full of enthusiasm for shopping.

It is too hot during the day, there is nothing interesting to go to the shop, and the staff are too busy, sometimes there is no time to entertain.

The night market stalls are all in one place, and the things sold are clear at a glance.

"Yes, it's a street that never sleeps. There are many foods in the south, as well as the characteristics of Kyoto."

It took Xiao Lingchuan half an hour to drive the carriage, and arrived at the place just as it was getting dark.

The night market has already opened. Above, there are lanterns of various colors for lighting, and there are oil-paper umbrellas propped up, which are very beautiful. The stalls are full of beautiful things in eyes, food, fabrics, gouache, groceries, everything you need, there is no division at all, and you can buy gadgets while walking, and you can still eat and play with oiled paper bags in your hand.