Just when Yu Yang was nauseous when he watched the toilet, the police who had gone out to find the landlord came back.

I can't imagine that this kid's efficiency is really high, how long has it been?

Jin Jian was followed by a middle-aged man about thirty years old, who walked over from the alley, and immediately introduced the two sides as soon as he saw Ding Fan and the others.

This middle-aged man's name is Ma Daha, of course, this is just a nickname, as for his real name, no one knows it, and even he himself doesn't remember what his big name is.

According to his own words, his name, that is, when he got married, was used once, but he never used it in the country, and everyone he knew called him Daha, and he was used to it.

The reason why he rented the house in his hand to Wu Dalian was mainly because his wife, who grew up with Wu Dalian when he was a child, and the two families knew each other, so he rented the house to Wu Dalian cheaply.

When Wu Dalian came out of the house, she almost didn't have a penny in her hand, and she didn't even pay rent at first.

Ma Daha and his wife looked at her pitiful, the house money has not been asked, when the hand is free, when is it giving, anyway, the house is idle, and someone lives to add a little popularity!

Wu Dalian has lived here for nearly five years.

During this time, Ma Daha and his wife, when there was nothing to do, often visited his house, and the relationship between the two families has always been very harmonious, even in the summer, when it was hot, Wu Dalian's house was not closed at night, and they were very relieved about the two of them.

"Brother Ma, when was the last time you saw Wu Dalian?" Ding Fan followed Ma Daha all the way to the house where Wu Dalian lived before his death, watched him skillfully open the door, and asked Ma Daha.

Ma Daha stretched out his hand and grabbed it on his head for a long time, recalled it for a long time, and finally said, "It seems that last month, she told my wife that there was a show to go to the countryside, I was quite curious, you said that she was injured, this game should be busy with work, just rest at home for a while, isn't this making money is not dying? My daughter-in-law persuaded her to come at the time, but this girl was stubborn and didn't listen at all, so she started to clean up in the house that night. ”

The door opened, and a musty smell wafted out along the door, Ding Fan stood at the door, glanced inside, turned to Ma Daha, and asked if anyone had gone in recently.

Ma Daha shook his head like a rattle, and finally sighed and said, "The people who live here are dead, there is everything around, where are there still people willing to come and live, I didn't think about renting out, I locked the door, and I never went in." ”

Ding Fan stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Dayong on the shoulder, asking him to chat with Ma Daha for a while, ask about Wu Dalian's situation, and then take Qin Lu to Wu Dalian's house to have a look.

This house is not very big, as soon as you enter the door, there is a kitchen next to the small stove, and there is a coal stove next to the small stove, plus an iron pot on it, I reached out and touched it in the pot, there is a little oil star on it, I think this Wu Dalian is really similar to what they said, every day after work, I eat and sleep at home, and cook and eat alone.

After passing through the kitchen, it was the back room, and by the window, there was a fire kang, and there was a small table next to the kang, on which were placed several plates and bowls

There are two plates, a bowl, a pair of chopsticks, and there is nothing else.

The things on the table are very simple, but there are a lot of things on the floor in the room, and they even look a little messy.

Ding Fan squatted down, glanced at the things on the ground, and asked loudly, Ma Daha outside, "Brother Ma, is this Wu Dalian drinking?"

Ma Daha was talking to Qiao Dayong about Wu Dalian outside, and when he heard someone inside asking him, he didn't think much about it, and replied directly, "Da Lian doesn't drink, but her object drinks, every time she comes, Da Lian buys him two bottles, and this girl is used to this kid." ”

The wine bottles scattered in the house were thrown one by one, and the ground was almost like a garbage heap, and Ding Fan had to walk cautiously when he walked.

"Come and see here. Qin Lu stood on the edge of Wu Dalian's wardrobe, stretched out her hand and pointed to the door of the wardrobe, and said to Ding Fan, "When I came last time, I was very curious and couldn't understand why there were a few scratches on this cabinet door. ”

Ding Fan stretched out his hand and touched the top of the cabinet, and finally pressed his finger on the middle of the scratch on the cabinet door to make a comparison, and said, "The scratch time should not be very long, the paint on the cabinet should have been brushed for a short time recently, so that the nail can leave marks on it, and after a long time, the paint will fall off in pieces." ”

"You don't think that Wu Dalian was strangled by her neck from here at that time, and then thrown into the toilet, right?" Ding Fan glanced at Qin Lu behind him with a smile, shook his head and said, "It's not very likely, if it is the first murder scene here, the process of moving the corpse is inevitably discovered, there are people living on the opposite side, and the ground is so messy that it is easy to trip." ”

Ding Fan said as he reached out to open the wardrobe, and took a brief look at the clothes in the cabinet, which seemed to be very neat, all the clothes were folded very neatly, several long clothes were hung aside, and a large suitcase was placed at the bottom, not at all like he was going out.

"Didn't you say you were going out before?" Ding Fan frowned, glanced at the wine bottle on the ground, and looked at the clothes in the cabinet, obviously something was wrong!

Ma Daha said that the last time she saw Wu Dalian, she said that she planned to go out and packed her things that day.

When I entered the door, I saw wine bottles all over the floor, and a lot of paper balls and other things were thrown on the ground.

Ding Fan thought that Wu Dalian was going to move, so the ground would be a little messy, but after opening the wardrobe, the clothes inside were very neat, and it didn't look like he was going out at all.

"It's really messy in this house, it doesn't look like a girl lives in it at all. Qin Lu wore a mask on her face and checked every crevice in the room little by little, as if she wanted to find clues in these detailed places.

On the contrary, after listening to Qin Lu's words, Ding Fan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, walked to the edge of the small table, slowly squatted down, stared at the furnishings on the table, and suddenly laughed.

"This is a painter's style!" Ding Fan muttered quietly.

Qin Lu turned around and glanced at Ding Fan curiously, walked to his side, slowly squatted down, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Ding Fan stretched out his finger and pointed to the things on the table, and said in a low voice, "As soon as I entered the door, I saw that there was something wrong with the dining utensils on the table." The cutlery was empty inside, and there was nothing on the table

Yes, there is only this little thing, and Wu Dalian's house is not without cupboards, so it is impossible to throw things on the table after eating and not clean them up!"

"What's so strange about this, look at the ...... on the ground" said this, Qin Lu also remembered, when he saw the clothes in the wardrobe before, he could completely see that Wu Dalian was quite a neat person, and the house was so chaotic, it was obviously a little wrong.

Ding Fan said with a smile, "This is not an unconscious throwing of things, but someone deliberately placed them like this, the bowls and chopsticks on the table were deliberately placed like this, and the bottles on the ground are also like this, from one place, you can completely see all angles of these bottles, under different lights, all kinds of projections." ”

Ding Fan moved his position as he spoke, and finally stopped at a position against the wall after entering the door, and then said, "This is it." ”

Qin Lu listened to Ding Fan for a long time, although he didn't fully understand, but he also understood what he meant, thought for a while and said, "You mean, there was a painter in Wu Dalian's family before?"

Ding Fan shook his head and said, "It's not a painter, at most it's just a hobby of painting, because he still stays on painting dead things, and a real painter won't always be in a small house and keep painting these basic things." ”

Ding Fan stood up, soothed his body, and was going to look for other clues, but Qin Lu called him, then took a woman's clothes from the closet and said to him, "Look what this is?"

It's just a piece of clothing, maybe it shouldn't be considered a piece of clothing, in Ding Fan's opinion, this thing is more like a mosquito net, if someone wears it, I'm afraid it won't cover anything, it's like not wearing it.

But Qin Lu took it in his hand and said with a smile, "I also found something, I think this dress is not Wu Dalian's, it may be that someone else gave it to her, and to send such a private dress, I think the relationship between these two people is not ordinary." ”

Ding Fan shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and asked, "But what's the use of this?"

Qin Lu put the clothes in his hand into a small bag, and then said with a smile, "I know where I bought this clothes, and there won't be many people who buy this clothes, just go back and ask someone to the store." ”

For things like clothes, to be honest, Ding Fan is really not as good as Qin Lu.

But she said that the clothes were useful, so it would be better to take them home, and it wouldn't be a waste of effort anyway.

In contrast, Ding Fan was more interested in these paper balls on the ground.

Wine bottles are kind of looking for some light and shadow effects, which makes sense, but what are these paper balls for?

Ding Fan, who couldn't figure it out, stretched out his hand to unfold the paper ball on the ground little by little, but he didn't expect that it was a painting on it.

It's just that this painting skill is obviously not very good, and it can even be said to be very rough, that is, it is slightly better than those children who are still scribbling everywhere.

"You brought a piece of clothing back, then I'll also take some back to check by the way!" Ding Fan stretched out his hand to pick up the paper balls on the ground one by one, put them into a small bag, then stood up, looked around, and finally shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I originally wanted to see the traces of Wu Dalian's life, but I didn't expect that there were very few things about her in this house, but this person was a little interesting, and it was really unexpected that there were so many things left?"

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