Yang Qiuchi was happy and hurriedly turned around and asked, "Please speak with me, old man!"

"I heard that during that period, Peng Si had been tangling with Shui Guzi's mother Wei, and had an argument with them. The mother and son lived on the hillside above the Sweet Well."

Yang Qiuchi asked curiously: "Who is this Shui Guzi?"

"Shui Guzi is the slave in Old Master Peng's house. His mother is washing clothes for others to make a living."

Song Yuner suddenly interrupted, "I remember, brother, this water buffo should be what I mentioned last time, the boy who specialized in accompanying the little boy... The young master Peng Jiafu was the boy who was tied around his neck by Peng Jiafu using a rope tied to make him crawl on the ground. His mother is Wei - weren't they going to see the fairy in Pipayan?"

Li Zheng behind him said, "The Fairy Club ended yesterday, and they should have rushed back last night."

Yang Qiuchi also remembered that Song Yuner had told her about this. It turned out that after searching for her, the suspect was right next to her. The mother and daughter had a dispute with Peng Si and lived near the stones of Peng Si. Is there any connection between the two? Yang Qiuchi decided to check it out.

After thanking the old doctor, Yang Qiuchi asked Li Zheng to take them to the alley mentioned by the old doctor Peng to check. Indeed, this place is relatively secluded, and any corner is convenient for attacking in seclusion. There is no better place to attack than this. It seems that it can be judged from the choice of this location alone that this is premeditated.

Walking along this alley, there is a low wooden house in the distance. Compared with the bustling Qingshui Street and Huilong Street in Enyang Town, it is obvious that this is a slum. This reminds Yang Qiuchi involuntarily when he came through time. Following Yang's mother, Feng Xiaoxue returned to the poor home in the area.

It has been almost a year since I left my mother and Xiaoxue, and it’s time to go home and take a look. Yang Qiuchi thought to himself that Zhihui and Ruobing’s children should be born. Thinking of the children who are about to come to this world, infinite tenderness arose in Yang Qiuchi’s heart.

The inside was taking them through the bumpy dirt road, and bypassing the winding alleys with all kinds of strange smells. Finally, they arrived at a small yard. The yard was surrounded by a half-man-high fence, which was not big, but very neat.

Li Zheng laughed and said to Yang Qiuchi, "Master, we are here. This is the home of the Shuiguzi and his son." Standing at the gate of the thorns, he shouted loudly: "Hey! Is anyone at home? Master is here!"

No one in the room answered. Li was pushing the yard door and walked in, only to find that the door was locked.

The wife came out and said with a smile: "Master, the mother and son are not here, Shui Guzi must be in Pengjiazhuang. His mother may have gone out to get the work of washing clothes."

Yang Qiuchi nodded and said, "Let's go, go back to Pengjiazhuang to find Shui Guzi to learn about the situation."

The group returned to Pengjiazhuang. The Shui Guzi was originally a playmate with Peng Jiafu, but now that Peng Jiafu is missing, he is unemployed, but the Peng family is in chaos and is still blindly looking for the young master everywhere. No one assigned new things to the Shui Guzi. He followed everyone to search for it.

Yang Qiuchi told Peng Hexi that he would send someone to find Shui Guzi and take her to his residence.

Not long after, Shuizi was brought and kowtowed.

Yang Qiuchi looked at Song Yuner, and nodded when he saw her, and confirmed that it was the Shui Guzi who was kicked by Peng Jiafu. After careful examination, he saw that he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, half a head taller than a child of the same age. He was also very strong and tough, with a bit of thick beard growing on the corners of his mouth, which was already seven or eight out of an adult man.

Yang Qiuchi's eyes fell on Shui Guzi's feet, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

"What's your name?" Yang Qiuchi asked kindly.

"To my lord, the little place is called 'Shui Guzi'." The child was not timid at all, and he was not panicked when he spoke.

"Do you know Peng Si?"

Shui Guzi's body shook slightly. Then he said, "I know."

Shui Guzi's reaction was in Yang Qiuchi's eyes, and the suspicion in his heart gradually became clear, and he asked, "Has he been to your house?"

Shui Guzi shook his head.

Yang Qiuchi sighed: "But I heard that he often comes to your house and has harassed your mother, right? Don't be afraid, I know that Peng Si is not a good thing. You have to tell the truth that I will deal with it according to the situation."

Shui Guzi thought about it, but still shook her head and didn't say anything.

Yang Qiuchi's voice became a little cold: "It's wrong for you to do this. I have found out that Peng Si has indeed been to your house, and more than once, why don't you admit it?"

Shui Guzi looked up slightly, glanced at Yang Qiuchi, then lowered his head quickly, but still stopped talking.

"If you don't cooperate, I will not be able to help you." Yang Qiuchi said, and ordered the Li to send someone to get Shui Guzi's mother home immediately, and he wanted to search Shui Guzi's house.

In ancient times, being an official had this benefit. If you want to search someone, just say it. There is no need for a search certificate, as long as the other party has no political background or backstage.

Don't worry about poking a hornet's nest.

Surrounded by Shui Guzi, who was silent and silent, he came to Shui Guzi's home in the slums in the slums above the Sweet Shui Jing. Shui Guzi's mother, Wei, had been found by the inner court and was waiting at the door of her house.

Seeing a large group of constables coming with Shui Guzi, there was a young official wearing an official robe in the middle. Wei rushed forward and knelt down: "Master, my son is still young and doesn't know anything. Don't make things difficult for him. If you have anything, ask me."

"Mom~!" Shui Guzi stepped forward and knelt beside Wei. Wei hugged Shui Guzi's neck and his words were choked.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the Wei family carefully and was slightly stunned. Seeing that she was in her thirties, although she was full of hard work, she was quite beautiful and had a plump and strong body. In layman's terms, she was very fleshy. No wonder that the dead ghost Peng Si was drooling at her and harassed her several times.

Yang Qiuchi ignored them and went straight into the room, looked around and saw two simple wooden houses with simple furnishings. There were two beds inside and outside. The outer room was obviously owned by Shui Guzi.

He squatted down, looked under the bed, and there were no shoes. He walked out and said, "Shui Guzi, do you have any other shoes besides the pair of shoes on your feet?"

Shui Guzi shook her head. It seemed that the mother and son lived a very poor life. Apart from their clothes, shoes and socks, they didn't even have to change them.

Yang Qiuchi said: "Take off your shoes."

Shui Guzi didn't know what Yang Qiuchi asked him to take off his shoes, but the master had given instructions, how could he not obey?

Shui Guzi took off his shoes. A smell of sweat rushed up and he was about to vomit when he smelled it. A detective pinched his nose and hooked his shoes with two fingers to send them to Yang Qiuchi. Yang Qiuchi smiled. What was this smell to him? He reached out to take it, looked back and forth, and his eyes lit up.

The traces of these shoes are too obvious, so he can tell without comparing them. The few suspicious footprints found next to Peng Si's body on the wharf are the ones left behind.

Yang Qiuchi said to Shui Guzi: "The night when Peng Si died, you were by Peng Si's body, right?"

Shui Guzi looked pale, shook his head desperately, and looked at Yang Qiuchi in fear, as if he was a devil who could see through people's hearts.

Wei screamed in horror, hugged his son tightly, looked at Yang Qiuchi and said, "Master, my son has not. She hasn't been there."

Yang Qiuchi raised the torn shoes in his hand: "People can lie, but evidence will not lie. The footprints of your son's shoes are exactly the same as the footprints of the child found next to Peng Si's body."

"Human footprints are the same, how can they be different?" Wei said, hugging Shui Guzi tightly.

"Of course it's different." Yang Qiuchi did not answer his question directly. Instead, he said: "You are very good to your son and try to make him full. So his nutrition is still up to date. He grows very fast. Although he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, he is already taller than you."

When Wei heard Yang Qiuchi praise her son, he showed a happy smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and involuntarily pinched his son's strong shoulders. He felt that his son was indeed very healthy and his eyes were full of love.

"Because he is tall, the unstable center of gravity will form bias on the shoes. Over time, the outside of the shoes will wear faster than the inside. This is obvious on your son's shoes." Yang Qiuchi turned the sole and pointed to the outside of the front end of the shoe, which had been rubbed very thinly, and showed it to them and their mother and son.

Shui Guzi's face turned whiter. After looking carefully, Wei still didn't understand: "Then all children of his age are like this."

"Different." Yang Qiuchi was very patient. "The friction marks on the shoe prints of every child cannot be exactly the same, especially for your handmade shoes, the patterns on the soles of the shoe are different. Coupled with this unique unique friction mark, it can be more evident."

Yang Qiuchi has explained to her in common words as much as possible, but he still unknowingly used special terms for physical evidence identification such as traces and uniqueness.

Wei seemed to have a premonition of the crisis. She hugged her child tightly, as if she was a vigilant white goose, staring at Yang Qiuchi and asked, "So what?"
Chapter completed!