Chapter 8:

It was a maid, forty or fifty years old, of medium height and tall and thin. Wearing plain clothes and walking with a broom in his hand, he did not notice Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao behind the half-moon door.
They noticed her because of a fresh scar on her fair face.
When investigating a case, the mind is always meticulous and keen. The dead Fu Wei had bruises on his wrists and signs of fighting. Although the blood and valid DNA of the killer could not be detected at the scene, the killer is likely to have wounds somewhere on his body.
The maid looked very stupid, swept the leaves in the courtyard for a while, and went to clean up the hallway outside the room. Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao looked away for a while.
Just then, a door opened and a tall, thin, but sharp-looking woman came out. She wore a satin top and wide-leg pants. Jian Yao recognized that she was Zhang Jufang, a cousin who had lived in the Yao family and was an actor in the Repertory Theatre.
"Sweep your head!" Zhang Jufang reached out and poked at the servant's forehead. "My old lady is sleeping, what is your old idiot ding ding dong ding! Don't let me sleep on purpose!"
The servant bowed his head.
Zhang Jufang also felt uneasy, grabbed the dustpan next to her and hit the servant's face.
Jian Yao's eyes widened slightly. It turned out that the injury on the face was like this. But this Zhang Jufang is too much. But now, they must not show up, they can only continue to watch quietly. Zhang Jufang scolded for a while, then closed the door and went in. A glance from a distance, her house is decorated with exquisite fashion, large lacquered wood bed, corner sofa, European-style wrought iron hangers at the door, a few men's clothes, and a few pairs of leather slippers at the door.
At this moment another maid came across the courtyard, holding a lot of vegetables in his hand. It was a woman in her early forties, looking at the maid who had been beaten. Neither of them spoke, as if it was commonplace. Although the two were different in age and appearance, the dull feeling was the same.
With a squeak, the room next to Zhang Jufang pushed the window open. A thin, bright-eyed woman probed out that it was Chen Mei, the foreman manager who lived in the Yao family. She seemed to be scolding, and she was also talking to herself: "I heard scolding at both ends for three days. There is no end to it. I have the ability to do more for this family, and I can do my best with my manpower. No, blindly! Sister, come and bring me food. Why haven't you come? Say you didn't hear it, how can someone make you call me, I can't make it call you? "
At first Zhang Jufang hit the maid, and whispered "OK." That voice was not very angry, and then turned and ran towards the kitchen outside the courtyard. On the contrary, Zhang Jufang didn't seem to dare to confront Chen Mei, and only heard the loud noise of "Dangdang", something in her room was smashed to the ground.
Bo Jinyan frowned, and said softly, "Stupid, arrogant, and filthy."
Jian Yao didn't speak. She lifted her eyes and looked at it, the sky was dark and the willows hang down silently. This old courtyard seemed to exude some old and decaying breath. With the outside, it seems like two worlds.
However, some people live like this, don't they?
The courtyard was quiet and it was getting dark. Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao walked silently. The big house on the head is said to be the well-known Mrs. Yao Minglan's bedroom. At this moment, the lights are black. Ming Lan's main daily activity is to take care of the bar. He should be away from home at this moment. Looking through the window, it was full of old-fashioned mahogany furniture, carpeted, and there seemed to be two more rooms in the big house, a very spacious suite. Behind is a spacious lawn with two small houses like storage rooms.
The others should be Ming's and Zhao Xia's rooms. The simple rooms with bright lights in the corners, with several high and low beds, should be maid's rooms.
Bo Jinyan took Jian Yao around in the blind, ready to be bumped into sooner or later. However, this seemed to be a lifeless courtyard. They had stayed for ten minutes and no one found it.
Until they came to the fish pond behind the courtyard, they saw that the maid who had just been beaten was standing behind the tree, and another full-bodied woman was standing beside her. It is Zhao Xia, another restaurant foreman who lives in the Yao family.
Zhao Xia's face looked much more kind than Chen Mei. With helpless eyes on her round face, "She hit you again? Or Chen Mei? Madam?"
The servant lowered his head and said, "Mrs. Four, I'm fine."
Zhao Xia sighed and said, "If it doesn't work, just go."
The servant was silent.
Zhao Xia also said, "After finishing the work at night, come to my room. I have some medicine here."
The servant was silent for a while and said, "How good ... in case the boss sees ..."
Zhao Xia said: "The boss will not go to my room tonight, rest assured, he will not hit you again."
The maid lowered her head and walked the other way. As soon as Zhao Xia looked back, she saw Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao. She stepped back and asked, alert and surprised, "Who are you?"
Bo Jinyan smiled and said, "We live in the building in front." Jian Yao busy said, "Sorry, we are lost. Are you also a guest at the inn?"
Zhao Xia's face slowly eased, pointing to the road in front of him and saying, "You're wrong, this is not an inn, it's a private building in our house. Hurry up, there are dogs at the door. Be careful when you go out."
Both Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao thanked. Zhao Xia was still not assured, so she just sent them to the door. Sure enough, she saw the dog fierce and evil, and was about to bark, soothed by Zhao Xia. She smiled and watched them leave.
At that time, Fang Qing was standing in the room on the second floor of the inn, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao, staring at the telescope. A nearby investigator asked: "Boss, really let them go there blindly, don't we need support?"
Fang Qing replied: "It's okay. A few mother-in-law, can't they be bothered? Look, this is not coming back."
Investigators also said: "The fingerprint comparisons of all the subjects designated by Professor Bo before have been completed."
Fang Qing turned to look at him.
"No one matched."

It was completely dark, and Fang Qing took Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao to eat a cooking pot in a small shop on the roadside of the ancient city.
Fang Qing poured a full glass of beer, Fang Qing glanced at Bo Jinyan: "Come here?" Bo Jin Yan shook his head stubbornly: "I always only drink red wine." Fang Qing smiled and said a brand in the store Of red wine. As a result, Bo Jinyan said, "Thank you, I decided to drink water." Fang Qing: "..."
Jian Yao smiled and picked up the cup: "Fang team, let me drink with you, open two bottles."
Fang Qing raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the corner of Bo Jinyan's mouth smiled slightly proudly.
After three rounds of drinking and the hot pot, everyone seemed to be a little interested.
Fang Qing said, "I heard that Yao Yuange also saw a female college student as a grandmother in the past few years, and put wine in the family. Later, the girl ran away."
Bo Jinyan's eyes were cold: "Why are these women comfortable with such deformed family relationships without dignity?"
Fang Qing sneered and said nothing. However, Jian Yao knew that Bo Jinyan was abroad before, and this kind of thing is probably really incomprehensible. In fact, before she saw the information, a rich and statusful man living with a group of women in a yard felt strange. I didn't expect it to be true.
Jian Yao said: "Others, namely mistresses and primary three, will not be put on the table, and the main room can't stand it. Their" home "is to tear off the last concealer and live in peace and grandeur. Probably, It's because of desire. Yao Yuange, a rich, powerful, and positionful man, can bring them things that other men can't fight for a lifetime. They choose between what they want. Just this Kind of life ... "
Fang Qing said: "We, the ordinary people, can't understand."
Bo Jinyan was holding a plastic water cup, but he was as expensive as tasting red wine. He took a sip and tapped the table with his fingers. "Yao Yuange. A man with arrogance, control and possessiveness." Strong, shrewd, and decisive. He sees women as his possessions, he controls them very tightly, and he succeeds. "
"Abnormal!" Fang Qing cursed, "We haven't heard the gossip before. But Yao Yuange only got the certificate from his elder wife, and the other women were voluntary, so the police couldn't help them."
Bo Jinyan thoughtfully: "Are those women really happy with each other?"
It was Jian Yao who answered him. She shook her head: "No, no. In this world, no woman will really be willing to share a man with others. Even if they seem to be in peace, their hearts must be painful and depressed. of."
Bo Jinyan nodded to her, with a slight smile in her eyes.
Jian Yao flickered slightly, looking at Fang Qing, he also thought.
Yeah, pain, depression, resentment, deformed love and desire. And it is impossible to escape over the years. Today they see Zhang Jufang, Chen Mei, and Zhao Xia. What about the two Minglan sisters who haven't seen Yao Yuange for longer?
Jian Yao flashed the inference in Bo Jinyan's portrait:
Native, familiar with the surroundings.
May have had contact with Fu Wei.
The Yao family's yard was not monitored, and it was not difficult to get in and out of sight that night. It is difficult for them to have proof of absence.
The spirit is also extremely depressed and there are signs of schizophrenia, but it is unknown in working life. There must be something that has had a major impact on his life, causing long-term stress.
It may be a woman, as long as she has enough strength.
Cannot perform complex or high-level work. Of Yao Yuange's five wives, one was idle at home, the other managed the accounts at most, and two were restaurant foremen. Even the old wife Ming Lan said she was a bar owner. But how much can you do for a man who works for her own man and has a lot of work?
From this perspective, they all fit the profile portrait. And it fits better than those who were previously screened. Will the murderer who killed Fu Wei hide in it? Is there an unknown dispute between her and Fu Wei?
However, it seems that there are thousands of miles between the Yao women and the murders.
Fang Qing said: "There is no evidence at present and it is too hasty to summon them. I will try to get their fingerprints and compare them first."