Mu Chuan Xiang Wan

Chapter 501 The Flower Brother on Paper ([-])
The living room is very old.

Say it is a living room, it is better to say it is a sundry hall.

Apart from a crude table and a broken sofa, there was no decent furniture.

The wall has not been painted, it is still the most primitive cement wall, and it is covered with awards that have long since faded. They should belong to the woman's son, and there are as many as thirty of them after a rough count.

The handwriting on it is faintly discernible.

His name is Feng Kui.

A very powerful and domineering name, I think it was also pinned on the parents' hopes at the beginning.Moreover, judging from the certificates, Feng Kui was also very competitive when he was young, and there are many "No.1" written on the certificates.Unfortunately, today, in this dim light, those awards are like a joke.

Xiangwan changed direction.

On the other wall, hung an old-fashioned photo frame.

There are many photos in the mezzanine inside.

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

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

However, there is no neat family portrait.

Xiang Wan frowned slightly.

What kind of stories happened in this home, under this lamp?
Xiang Wan walked slowly, observed, and was about to make up a [-]-word story outline, when he suddenly found a small scrap of paper in a pile of debris in the corner...

It was very small, no bigger than a palm, and it was stained with stains.

If Xiang Wan hadn't been particularly sensitive to this, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

The above is a pencil drawing of a game character, the edge is torn, and the brushwork is poor, but the characteristics of the character on it can still be discerned. On the broken paper, there are also a few small characters written on it.

"Favorite Brother Hua."　
Brother Hua?

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

Xiang Wan played for a while.

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

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

As if saying something wordlessly.

Xiang Wan shuddered, and squinted at the only window in the room.

She seemed to see a hand, a woman's hand, white and clean, holding a sketch pencil, copying a character she liked, but in a blink of an eye, the woman's face suddenly became stiff and she shed tears , kept crying, shouting "Help"...

"What are you thinking?"

Bai Muchuan's voice suddenly came from behind, making Xiang Wan tremble with fright.

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

Bai Muchuan frowned, and reached out to support her, "Cold?"

"It's okay, it's not too cold. I was thinking about something, and when you interrupted me, I almost had a heart attack!"

Xiang Wan was actually a little cold.

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

If there was no one else, she would rush over and wrap around Bai Muchuan's waist, leaning against him to keep warm, not letting herself be exposed to the cold and weird air, smelling the smell of death, thinking wildly by herself...

"Tough mouth!"

Bai Muchuan snorted and took off his coat.

She said it was not cold.But her face was pale, how could she not be cold?
The shanties here do not have heating, and of course, there is no air conditioning.

The heating equipment in winter is still an old charcoal stove...

The family only lighted a stove in the bedroom, and the living room was as cold as freezing.

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

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

"I'm hot. Help me!"

Bai Muchuan used a bit of commanding imperative sentence, which was a bit fierce.

Xiang Wan pursed her lips and did not refuse again.

"You don't look very good, didn't you sleep well last night?" Bai Muchuan sized her up.

Hmm, Xiang Wan didn't deny it, put his arms into his coat, wrapped himself tightly, wrapped his arms around, and clenched his teeth for no reason when he spoke, "I haven't been to this kind of place for a long time, I feel a little uncomfortable. "

"How about going to the car to rest?" Bai Muchuan tilted his head.

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

"The investigators are still collecting evidence. According to preliminary understanding, the case is quite simple, but..." He glanced at Xiang Wan, "The fatal injury of the deceased was at the back of the head, not the carotid artery..."

Xiang Wan was startled, "The murderer, did he take that kind of medicine?"

Bai Muchuan: "Judging from his son's description, he is taking medicine. However, he has to be taken back for further drug testing..."

Xiang Wan nodded after listening.

Suddenly, she asked softly, "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 took a deep look at her, "I played."

"In the game, you will be particularly fond of male characters, right?"

"..."

What's the problem?
Bai Muchuan had a cold face.

"I play male characters, not ladyboys, but I don't fall in love with male characters either."

It's a bit of an inversion to understand.

Xiang Wan smiled a little, "Yes, when I say love, I mean very much in love..."

"Of course not!" he said emphatically.

Xiang Wan hummed, and said abruptly, "I have a bold idea."

"What?" Bai Muchuan stared deeply at her.

"There is an inside story in this case!" Xiang Wan said, looking for a little brother who was doing on-site investigation, took a pair of gloves, squatted in front of the pile of messy debris, and tried to pick up the scrap of paper... …

The floor of the bungalow was quite damp, and the piece of paper stuck to the ground was dirty and dirty, looking dirty.

It was not easy for Xiang Wan to pick it up intact.

Facing the light, she pointed it out to Bai Muchuan.

"This should be written by a girl. I also loved Brother Hua the most..."

Bai Muchuan turned his head to look at her.

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

Such tiny details were discovered by her.

There was a strange look in Bai Muchuan's eyes, and he looked at her seriously.

"Maybe it was picked up?"

"It's not the person who picks up the trash, the possibility is very small, right?"

After Xiang Wan finished explaining, he paused, "Didn't you say that? Even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility, you can't give up. This is the spirit of the criminal police."

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

"Thank you sir!"

Of course Xiang Wan was happy to be praised.

"I'm happy to be able to contribute to serious cases."

"Sometimes inadvertent small details will become very important clues!"

(End of this chapter)