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Prefect Wang has solved countless cases, and he has long cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. He is better than ordinary people at observing words and expressions, and can spy on a person's psychological changes from small movements and changes in expression.

Yang Wanqian's abnormality was noticed by Wang Zhifu, Wang Zhifu didn't say anything, he quietly listened to Zhang Huaruo's continuation, and after Zhang Huaruo finished speaking, he began to ask: "Evidence."

What Zhang Huaruo is saying now is the opinion of the family. As a county magistrate, Wang Zhifu needs to see conclusive evidence before making a decision, instead of believing what he listens to.

Zhang Huaruo pointed to the mortgage receipt that was still in Wang Zhifu's hands: "This is the evidence."

Wang Zhifu looked at the yellowed and worn paper in his hand, and became interested: "Oh, tell me, why can this be used as evidence? According to what you mean, this receipt is the real receipt, isn't it? It’s fake, since it’s real, what’s wrong with it?”

"It is precisely because it is true that we can see so many problems." Zhang Huaruo turned to Yang Wanqian, "Cousin, did you bring your mortgage receipt when you came to Chang'an City this time?"

How much Yang Wanxi wanted to lie and say that he didn't bring it, but facing Zhang Huaruo's question, he nodded subconsciously, and unconsciously reached into his lapel to find the folded mortgage receipt.

Shocked and terrified in my heart, I just thought that it was difficult for me to resist Zhang Huaruo's peerless beauty, and I was secretly dumbfounded why I couldn't control this hand!

Zhang Huaruo got the mortgage receipt kept by Yang Wanxi from Yang Wanxi, and handed it to Wang Zhifu. Wang Zhifu put the two documents side by side in front of him, and looked at them carefully.

These two mortgage receipts are supposed to be two identical mortgage receipts written by the same person at the same time, but comparing them now, the difference is really too obvious.

Yang Dabao's shabby one is yellowed, and Yang Wanxian's is also slightly yellowed, but the overall look is only slightly broken, not shabby.

The handwriting on it is exactly the same, but it just makes people feel that something is wrong. Just looking at it like this, there will be an indescribable strange feeling in my heart.

Wang Zhifu's eyebrows gradually twisted into a "Chuan" character, while continuing to stare at the two mortgage receipts, threatening to find out where the disobedience was, he casually asked everyone: "Who wrote these two receipts?"

Yang Wanxi raised his hand: "Xiaomin wrote it. When my father accepted the title deed of that shop, he didn't let outsiders intervene, so he asked Xiaomin to help write down two receipts."

Wang Zhifu rubbed his chin, which means that only Yang Wanxi, Yang Wanxi's father and Yang Dabao's father were the only ones who knew what was written in the mortgage receipt back then. Up to now, only one Yang Wanxi is still alive.

If Yang Wanxi firmly insists that this is the original document from that year, or if he admits that it is not the original document but a supplemented copy later, as long as he insists that the content inside has not changed, how can Zhang Huaruo prove that there is something wrong with the two mortgage receipts?

Really unable to find out the problem, Wang Zhifu simply threw the problem to Zhang Huaruo, wanting to see where the evidence in his mouth was.

Wang Zhifu put the two mortgage receipts on the desk, and looked at Zhang Huaruo majestically, with a business-like attitude, and would not unconditionally favor Zhang Huaruo just because he was the son of the prime minister: "Tell me about it." , What article is there in it that makes you so sure that Yang Wanqian falsified the contents of this receipt?"

After obtaining the permission of Wang Zhifu, Zhang Huaruo stepped forward in front of everyone and began to explain in detail: "The two receipts have the same handwriting and the same paper. The obvious difference lies in the newness of the paper, but this will indeed be affected. The influence of the storage environment, so it cannot be regarded as evidence.”

After Zhang Huaruo finished the above paragraph, Yang Wanxi heaved a sigh of relief, all of this was naturally seen by Zhang Huaruo, and Zhang Huaruo continued to say: "What I want to say next is the real evidence. "

As soon as he said this, everyone's attention was on him again, and they were more concentrated than before.

Zhang Huaruo picked up the mortgage receipt from Yang Dabao's house: "It is because this receipt is the real one that I can find something wrong with it. With the newly written one, perhaps this secret can really be kept by you."

Yang Wanxi showed a puzzled expression. He was afraid that Yang Dabao would find out that he had changed the contents of the receipt, so he did not dare to exchange Yang Dabao for a new receipt paper. Write a piece of paper, but can't reproduce the damaged and yellowed state of the paper, and can only manipulate the original receipt.

Think about it, if you suddenly replace it with a new mortgage receipt, even if you deliberately make it old, you can’t restore the damaged creases exactly. Putting such a new mortgage receipt in Yang Dabao’s house, Yang Dabao’s eyes are not blind , you can definitely tell at a glance that it is not the original one, isn't it easier to expose?

Just because of this in mind, Yang Wanxi tried his best to steal this mortgage receipt from Yang Dabao's house, along with the small wooden box where the mortgage receipt was stored.

Tricked a few key words, carefully pricked the paper with a needle, and kneaded it with flour and rice. It can be said that I have used everything to make the damage look like it was eaten by moths. look.

Taking advantage of the time to visit Yang Dabao, he secretly put it back in Yang Dabao's room. After that, everything went as he expected. Yang Dabao thought that his family had recruited such small insects that could eat wood and paper, but he didn't suspect him. on the head.

Everything that followed became logical. Yang Wanxi took out his share and explained to Yang Dabao that their family spent 500 taels to take away the land deed from Yang Dabao's father. Yang Dabao did not doubt that he had him, and believed it Yang Wanqian's words.

Yang Wanxi couldn't figure it out, he was so meticulous in his work, how did Zhang Huaruo find out that it was strange, because the damaged places happened to be the key places?

There are so many coincidences in this world, couldn't it just be a coincidence?

Yang Wanqian thought so in his heart, he slightly raised his head to look at Zhang Huaruo, and found that Zhang Huaruo seemed to know what he was thinking in his heart, as if he could read minds.

"... At the beginning, I also thought it might be a coincidence, so I verified it, and it turned out that it is not a coincidence." Zhang Huaruo took his eyes away from Yang Wanxi, raised his hand and made a gesture to the wolfberry, telling him The act of taking something out.

Goji berries got the signal, and quickly took out the wooden box they brought home from their big cloth pocket, and handed it to Wang Zhifu. There were also several other small wooden blocks in front of Wang Zhifu, with traces of insects on them. .

Zhang Huaruo made a request to Wang Zhifu: "My lord, can you let the yamen servant go down to get half a bowl of clean water? If possible, it would be better to bring more wooden boards or paper that have been eaten by moths and those that have not been eaten by moths."

Zhang Huaruo and Wang Zhifu were a little closer now, and they didn't back away after saying these few words, but stayed in front of the desk.

Wang Zhifu has always been very interested in this kind of experiment, so he sent four yamen servants to go to work separately, and went to find the three things Zhang Huaruo said: half a bowl of clean water, wooden boards or paper books that had been eaten by moths, and no books. Moth eaten.

Zhang Huaruo took out a small prescription of medicinal powder from his bosom, and slowly opened it in front of Wang Zhifu. Inside was a blue-purple powder: "This is the finished product made from snow foam seeds. Dissolve it in water, and the transparent water will become Pale blue to purple in color."

"What's the use?" Prefect Wang looked curiously at the blue-purple powder in Zhang Huaruo's hand, his eyes revealed a curious light.

Zhang Huaruo deliberately did not explain directly, but told the magistrate Wang: "Your Excellency can test it on the items found by the yamen later, and you will naturally understand what it does."

Wang Zhifu is very good, eager to try: "How to try, I don't know how to use this thing, I have never heard of it."

Just at this time, the yamen servant in charge of fetching water had returned, and put half a bowl of clean water on the desk. Zhang Huaruo poured the white powder in his hand into the bowl and shook it slightly. After a while, the white powder disappeared, but the water in the bowl was indeed The color is beginning to spread, the main hue is purple, but you can see a little blue when you look closely.

Zhang Huaruo said: "Later, my lord, take a small amount of water and lightly drop a drop or draw a line on the wooden board or the page of the book. You are so smart, and you will be able to see the mystery at a glance."

Being praised for being smart, or being praised by Zhang Huaruo, Wang Zhifu certainly listened happily in his heart, but he still had to put on a majestic attitude on his face, distanced himself from Zhang Huaruo a little, and made a gesture of alienation: "I know , you go back."

Zhang Huaruo obediently pushed away a few steps and returned to where he should be standing.

He has already told Wang Zhifu what he should say to Wang Zhifu, and then it depends on how things will develop.

The second yamen servant came back with bits and pieces of wood and paper in his hands, some new and some old, but they were all intact samples, which looked like they hadn't been eaten by moths.

Wang Zhifu really wanted to try the power of this bowl of water now, but for the sake of the rigor of the experiment, he suppressed his excitement and waited for the third yamen servant to come back.

The third yamen servant came late, holding a lot in his arms. He didn't put these things directly on the table in front of Wang Zhifu, but put them on the ground first, and patted himself with a lot of sawdust I began to select some that could be put on the desk and put them on the yamen uniform, and put the rest aside to see if Wang Zhifu would use so many in the future.

On a piece of moth-eaten wood board on the desk, a fat white moth burrowed half its head out of the hole it bit. Before Wang Zhifu saw that there were other worms and almost screamed, the moth came back again. up wooden plank interior.

Wang Zhifu hurriedly summoned a yamen servant, and told him to keep a close eye on this board, absolutely not allowing the bugs inside to crawl out and get into the desk below.

After making mental preparations, the prefect Wang, who was afraid of insects, took a deep breath, chose a clean brush that hadn't been used, dipped a little bit of the blue-purple liquid in the bowl, and drew a line of water on the wooden boards on both sides. mark.

There was a corresponding change on the wooden board, which made Wang Zhifu's eyes widen, and he quickly dipped it in water again, and scratched marks on several other wooden boards and paper.