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The living room is very old.

It is better to say it is a living room than a utility room.

Apart from a shabby table and a broken sofa, there is no decent furniture.

The wall has not been painted, it is still the most primitive cement wall, covered with a certificate of fading color that should have been the woman’s son.

The handwriting above is vaguely arguable.

His name is Feng Kui.

A very powerful and domineering name, when I wanted to come, it was based on the hope of my parents. Moreover, judging from the certificate, Feng Kui was also very young when he was young, and many "won the first place" were written on the certificate. Unfortunately, in today's dim light, those certificates are like a joke.

Changed direction to the night.

On the other wall, an old-style photo frame hangs.

There are many photos in the mezzanine.

Most are old, and even a few are black and white.

The 80s, 90s, 00s... are full of traces of the times.

However, there is no neat family portrait.

Twist your eyebrows lightly.

What kind of stories have happened in this home under this lamp?

Walking slowly towards the night and observing, I almost filled out a ten-thousand-word outline, and suddenly found a small piece of shredded paper in the pile of debris in the corner...

It's small, not as big as a slap, and stained.

If it wasn't for Xiangyue who was particularly sensitive to this, he wouldn't even notice it.

The above is a game character drawn in pencil. The edges are torn and the writing style is poor, but the character of the character above is still arguable. A few small characters are written on the broken paper.

"My favorite flower brother."

Brother Hua?

That's a very popular role-playing game character on the market.

Played for a while.

At that time, her favorite game character was also "Hua Ge".

At this moment, "Hua Ge" was lying on the ground in this cold room.

It seemed to be saying something silently.

Xiang Wan shuddered, squinting his eyes, looking at the only window in the room.

She seemed to see a hand, a woman's hand, white, clean, holding a sketch pencil, copying her favorite character, but blinked, the woman's face suddenly became stiff, and weeping , Crying constantly, calling "Help"...

"What are you thinking?"

Bai Muchuan's voice suddenly came from behind, terrifying Xiangyue.

"What are you doing?" She glanced at him.

Bai Muchuan twisted his eyebrows and reached out to help her. "Cold?"

"It's okay, it's not too cold. I was thinking about things. When I was interrupted by you, I almost got a heart attack!"

Xiangyue is actually a bit cold.

It's not that the body is cold, that cold comes from the bottom of my heart.

If there was no one else, she would pounce on Bai Muchuan's waist and lean on him to keep warm, not letting herself be in the cold and weird air, smelling the smell of death, and thinking alone...

"Hard mouth!"

Bai Muchuan hummed and took off his coat.

She said not cold. But his face is white, why is it not cold?

The shantytowns here do not have heating, of course, there will be no air conditioning.

The equipment for heating in winter is still the old charcoal stove...

The family only had a stove in the bedroom, and in the living room it was as cold as ice.

Bai Muchuan put his coat on Xiang Wan's body, "Wear it!"

Xiang Wan pinched his finger, trying to take it off, "I'm not cold, don't freeze yourself..."

"I'm hot. Help me!"

Bai Muchuan brought a little imperative imperative, a bit fierce.

Xiang Wan pursed her lips and refused to refuse.

"You're not pretty, did you sleep well last night?" Bai Muchuan looked at her.

Well, Xiang Wan did not deny that he put his two arms into his jacket, wrapped himself tightly, and embraced his arms. When talking, his teeth were clenched for no reason. "I haven't been to this place for a long time, and I feel a little uncomfortable. "

"Will you take a rest in the car?" Bai Muchuan turned his head.

"No." Xiang Wan shook his head and raised his pale face again, and asked him, "What's the situation?"

"The investigators are still collecting evidence, and the preliminary understanding is that the case is quite simple, but..." He glanced back at night, "The fatal wound of the deceased is in the back of the head, not the carotid artery..."

Xiangye stunned, "Did the murderer take that medicine?"

Bai Muchuan: "According to the situation described by his son, there is medication. However, people have to be taken back for further drug tests..."

After listening to the night, nodded.

Suddenly, she asked quietly, "Bai Muchuan, do you play games?"

"Huh?" Bai Muchuan was a little surprised by her strange question.

"Ask you." Xiang Wan was very serious.

Bai Muchuan gave her a deep look, "played."

"Are you particularly fond of male characters in games?"

"..."

What's the problem?

Bai Muchuan stretched a cold face.

"I play male characters, don't play shemales, but I don't like male characters."

The understanding is upside down.

Xiang Wan pulled out a little smile, "Yes, the love I said is the meaning of love..."

"Of course not!" He said decisively.

Xiang Wanming said abruptly, "I have a bold idea."

"What?" Bai Muchuan stared at her deeply.

"This case, there is an inside story!" Xiang Xiang said, looking for a little brother who was doing a site survey, took a pair of gloves, and squatted in front of the pile of messy debris, trying to pick up the scrap of paper... …

The ground of the bungalow is quite humid. The piece of paper is stuck to the ground.

Xiangye finally picked it up intact.

Facing the light, she showed Bai Muchuan.

"This should come from the girl's handwriting. I also love Hua Ge the most..."

Bai Muchuan looked at her sideways.

Xiang Wan didn't notice, "Feng Kui is not like someone who can paint this, her parents... of course it's even more impossible. But I heard from Officer Ding that their family has only one son, no daughter, and usually no relatives and neighbors, How could there be such a thing?"

She discovered such tiny details.

Bai Muchuan's eyes showed a strange color and looked at her seriously.

"Could it be picked?"

"It's not a garbage collector, is it very unlikely?"

After explaining to Xiang Wan, he paused. "Did you say that? Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 possibility, you can't give up. This is the spirit of the criminal police."

Bai Muchuan smiled comfortably, "You have made great progress!"

"Thank you, lord!"

Was praised, of course happy to night.

"I am happy to be able to contribute to a serious case."

"Sometimes inadvertent little details can become very important clues!"