Fu Mingrui tightened his eyebrows, with a heavy expression on his face: "The teacher imparts knowledge, and the mother nurtures the human nature. The nature is similar, but the habits are far apart, the mother is good and the son is good, the mother is evil and the son is evil..." Fu Mingrui sighed and shook his head. This human nature is complicated, how can it be one or two a cause? The complicated factors in it cannot be explained clearly by him alone, nor can a book explain it. There are also wicked people who suddenly turn to good, and good people who suddenly turn to evil, and it is only a difference of one thought.

Duanmu Qingchen calmed down for a moment, then turned around and looked at Fu Mingrui: "After you said that... why do I suddenly feel that it is more important for women to study?"

Fu Mingrui remained silent, and looked at Duanmu Qingchen after thinking for a moment: "Do you still remember that in the transcript just now, several village women mentioned that their children like to follow Yu Pingting to learn and read, and after returning home, they are quite sensible. Maybe if a woman is well-versed in books, it will make her children more sensible. Your mother and I are also proficient in poetry and books."

Duanmu Qingchen frowned and thought deeply. He couldn't change the concept of thousands of years, but he might be able to do something to improve this phenomenon.

Involuntarily, Duanmu Qingchen sighed deeply with regret: "Hey - isn't Yu Pingting's death in vain? This is correct, that is correct, no one is wrong, a big living person just danced like this with his own child He, it's too wrong...too wronged—" Duanmuqing shouted, as if she was crying for Yu Pingting's worthlessness.

Fu Mingrui was also silent. Duanmu Qingchen had never seen such a case, but Fu Mingrui had seen it more often. In the civil society, even if a husband beats his wife to death, he cannot be convicted. If it was self-made by the village again, the eight sects would not be able to control the person who soaked the woman in the pig cage.

Some things cannot be done by Fu Mingrui alone.

However, he wanted to take care of Yu Pingting's case this time. There seemed to be a strong voice in his heart, telling him that the case of Yu Pingting must be brought to light!

"Now everyone is dead... Where can we talk about it?" Duanmu Qingchen sighed. Yu Pingting died, Bai Zhankui died, Chen Jinhua died, and Bai Youcai died too. The whole family is dead, and there is nowhere to train him for his anger, and there is nowhere to vent it!

"Bai Zhankui's family can't be convicted, but this one can." Fu Mingrui took out Lian Youyou's handkerchief and placed it on the table.

Duanmu Qingchen stepped forward immediately.

Fu Mingrui opened Lian Youyou's handkerchief little by little, like carefully peeling off layers of onions. In the end, there was a neat record and the seven intact embroidery needles!

Duanmu Qingchen immediately sat back beside Fu Mingrui and read the transcript with him. When they saw the words on it, every black word made their scalps tingle and their hearts were filled with anger!

After Zhao Cheng and Wang Quan got the embroidery needle entrusted by Fu Mingrui, they returned to the tea shop where the villagers gathered at the head of the village.

The villagers also warmly welcomed them when they came back.

"Officer! You are here again! Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Zhao Cheng took out the handkerchief, opened it, and immediately, seven **** embroidery needles glistened in the sun. When they saw the seven embroidery needles, the men's expressions were tense, while some elderly women already looked panicked and hurriedly avoided.

Seeing their appearance, Zhao Chengwangquan already guessed that they were weird.

"This embroidery needle was taken from Yu Pingting's head. Do you know who the Bai family has any enemies?" Zhao Cheng asked loudly.

The men and women who surrounded him before all backed away one after another, walked and scattered, their footsteps were a little anxious, and their eyes were flickering, as if what Zhao Cheng was holding was not a common embroidery needle, but something evil.

"It must have been stabbed by Chen Jinhua." Suddenly, a soft female voice came from their side.

They immediately looked, it was a village woman, and the village woman also looked around when she was talking, as if she was sure that everyone had left.

"How do you know?" Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng were about to step forward, but the village woman backed away immediately: "Don't come here, don't come here, that needle is cursed! It will hurt my child."

Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng looked at each other, Zhao Cheng stood in place with an embroidery needle in his hand, and Wang Quan stepped forward with a pen and paper in his hand.

The village woman continued to sneak around, waved to Wang Quan, walked to the back of the tea shop, where she could block other people's view, and then began to speak: "No one dares to say this, because no one dares to offend the witch in Xishan. But Pingting is really kind to me and my children, I want to say a few words for her, don't let her die in vain..." The village woman said, her eyes were a little red, and she choked up.

Wang Quan was also a little moved when he saw her face of going all out. Having handled so many cases and met countless people, I know that there are some taboos that the villagers dare not speak out, because it is a kind of betrayal, and they are afraid of being punished by ghosts and gods.

Wang Quan thought for a while, and took out a piece of silver from his pocket: "Thank you for daring to speak out, this is our thank you gift."

The village woman was a little surprised when she saw the silver, and hurriedly wiped away her tears. She took the silver with a grateful expression on her face, and her eyes became more determined: "Embroidery needles are particular. If someone's first child is a daughter, he wants a son." , will go to Xishan to find a witch to ask for a child. The Xishan witch will curse on seven embroidery needles, so that the beggar will come back, and every seven days, a needle will be inserted on the child's body or head. The most effective. But some children's brains are so hard that they can't get it in, so it's okay to stick it in the body. Therefore, this needle must be done by that woman Chen Jinhua! Because Pingting's first child is a daughter, Chen Jinhua said that Pingting's stomach is not good , It must be their natal family who made their Bai family cut off their children and grandchildren. Then one day, someone saw her go to Xishan. After she went to Xishan, not long after she came back, she started crying all night and all night. Now I see this embroidered flower Needles, I understand why the girl is crying, whoever gets needles in the head doesn’t hurt! Seven needles back!”

Hearing this, Wang Quan felt his scalp go numb, and the pen in his hand was almost broken by his anger! However, this is his job, he must calmly record this important confession! Only in this way can the sufferer be given justice!

The village woman's eyes were red again, and she wiped her tears: "Pingting loves you so much, how could it be her who stabbed her? In our village, nine out of ten mothers stabbed her! I don’t know how many girls died. But it’s really effective, Pingting later gave birth to boys, or twins!” The village woman wiped her distressed tears, “Master, you must not Say I said it, otherwise that witch from Xishan will definitely cast a curse on our family." After she finished speaking, she hurriedly lowered her head and walked away from behind the tea shop.

Wang Quan walked out of the tea shop and nodded to Zhao Cheng in the distance. In the twilight, his expression also became sad and angry.

"Crack!" Duanmu Qingchen slapped the table angrily, and the chopsticks beside the table were directly knocked to the ground.