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 Bodhisattva to catch the murderer as soon as possible. She is expected to come back tomorrow. She went with a few good women and will stay for three or four days. She may not come back tomorrow."

It was my father who begged my mother to go to the temple.

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 happened that Mom was not around and no one was bothering Dad, so 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 to now. Meng Bujiu suddenly felt a little depressed. He had not been able to have a good New Year for two consecutive years, and he had not been able to have a reunion dinner with Fubao.

Why.

He sighed inwardly.

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

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

"Thank you very much, Brother Bujiu. Hehe, I will spend it well. Brother Bujiu, let's go and don't delay." Jiang Fubao did not refuse shyly. After she thanked him, 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 no longer lacked money, she still smiled from ear to ear.

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 of them 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 brought directly to Mr. Liu's house.

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

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

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

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

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

The 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 stood in front of them and asked softly.

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

Jiang Fubao was amused by this title.

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

Jiang Fubao saw that they were short and 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 hadn't thought about this. As a beggar, she naturally didn't have enough food to eat often. Her body didn't receive enough nutrients, so how could she grow tall?

She was careless.

"Doctor Jiang, when we arrived at Mr. Liu's house, his door was open. We just happened to catch up with Mr. Liu's family having 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 especially delicious...

We knew that when Mr. Liu set off firecrackers at midnight, he would give us a gift, so we took our bowls and went to the alley to eat. After we had eaten and drunk our fill, Wang Da and Wang Er and I chatted leisurely. 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 everywhere was bustling.

Every household had loud noises, but as we listened, we began to feel something was wrong. From time to time, 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 bravely went to Mr. Liu’s house. Later, we told the officials and adults about what happened.

Wang San clearly told Jiang Fubao 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 closed his mouth.

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

"When you were in the alley, no, when you arrived at Liu's house, did you see anyone coming out? Or did you see anyone going in? Logically, 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, looked around for a few seconds, and then came back to continue asking questions.

This question made Wang Da and the other two fall 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, do you know who will come so 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.

As if remembering something.

"I do know one thing. 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 home. A chef is good at using knives, right?"

As Wang Er spoke, his voice became softer.

He was also wondering what would happen if the person he harmed was mistakenly thought to be the murderer.

"How do you know he often comes to Liu's house 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 needed to say, but they missed the most crucial thing.

"The three of us often begged outside Mr. Liu's canteen, and 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, and that if he was asked to cook but was not given any reward, he would stop doing it once he earned fifty taels."

Wang Da also recalled it, and he took the lead in answering Meng Bujiu.

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

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

"Let me ask you, what does the chef look like? Is he tall?" Jiang Fubao continued to ask.

"Yeah, he's very strong. He buys pigs from the food shop, and 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 ferocious. Whenever he comes out of the food shop, we have to avoid him, or he will definitely scold us."

Wang Da replied.

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

"Okay, I get 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 make a direct conclusion. We still have to look at the crime scene first.