A winding dirt road, a gateway with a very different size.
Although the structure cannot be described as the same, what falls into the eyes is mottled and lonely.
Sun Shaozong hasn’t been to this slum near Xibianmen for two years. Now he is revisiting the old place, but he really doesn’t see any changes.
It seems that the praiseworthy political achievements of Jia Yucun have not benefited from this place.
This is understandable. Jia Yucun’s focus is mainly the middle and upper classes in the city; the secondary focus is the extremely poor refugees who have no place to stand.
Relatively speaking, slums, which are close to the strata but can barely support their families, have become neglected groups.
“Sir!”
While evaluating Jia Yucun’s political achievements, the Longguanguard, who was leading the way, looked around for a long time, and finally pointed to one of the alleys and shouted, “It’s this!”
Sun Shaozong went out from the car window and saw a small stone tablet about an inch high at the entrance of the alley, which was less than a meter wide.
Tsk~
I was actually the former residence of a juren.
This is a popular custom in Beijing. If a poor family has a noble son, the family will erect inscriptions in front of the door while relocating.
This is not a deliberate display, but a desire to hold your own literary spirit so that no one can rush to other houses without “attention”.
In theory, such a “noble man’s former residence” is generally not rented out or sold to others – and the murderer is unlikely to be, so he will specifically choose to commit the crime in his own ancestral home.
However, when they were a little closer, Sun Shaozong felt relieved again, because looking at the broken stone tablet, he might not be a juren from this dynasty. If he had been rich for only three generations and his ancestral home was left to the hands of outsiders, it would be normal.
Leave little gossip.
Before the carriage could stop at the entrance of the alley, Zhao Wuwei and a few officers had already met out from the inside, and the master and the adults shouted.
Sun Shaozong got off the carriage and saw that those who were lucky enough to follow Zhao Wuwei were familiar faces, so he pointed out his names one by one. Then, surrounded by everyone, he entered the alley.
“How was the on-site investigation?”
“Report to the master.”
Zhao Wuwei tilted his shoulders and said respectfully: “I checked it inside and outside several times. The back door was locked. It seems that no one has entered and exited there for at least a few months, and there are only traces left by us on the wall.”
“It can be basically concluded that when Wei Shougen was killed, the murderer was not at the scene…”
Nothing happened to others, but Liu Xianglian couldn’t help but question: “How can the murderer be killed if he is not at the scene? Do you want to say it was him?Seek for short-sightedness? “
Zhao Wuwei was about to explain, but Wang Zhen, who was standing beside him, rushed to say, “It’s probably because he has set up a trap in advance. ”
“That’s right. “
Zhao Wuwei continued: “A few clothes were scattered around Wei Shougen, and an open rattan box – according to the investigation by coroner Lao Xu, he should have been bitten to death by some kind of poisonous insect hidden in the box. ”
“Reincarnation Lao Xu? “
Sun Shaozong paused and said in surprise: “Isn’t he used to being on the scene?”
Zhao Wuwei smiled and said: “I was threatened and tempted by the magistrate several times, and then I became used to it. “
Sun Shaozong could trust the autopsy skills of Lao Xu, and this would reduce his troubles.
The group rushed into the yard and saw that the surroundings were empty and there were no decorations.
Sun Shaozong asked with the opportunity: “Who is the owner? Have you found out? “
“The search was made clear, but the owner moved his family to Tianjin Mansion a few months ago. He only knew that he rented the old house to someone else before leaving, but no one knew who rented it. ”
Rent it out a few months ago?