The next morning, Ding Fan asked Zheng Yi to find Zheng Sanpao over, because today's task was a bit heavy, and only Erfat was left alone on the side of Jinshan Institute, and he was really a little uneasy.

After Zheng Sanpao rushed over from home, Ding Fan left Jinshan with people and went straight to Shengli Tun.

Just like the previous task assigned to the two of them, the three of them divided their labor and dispersed in the tunzi, Ding Fan first found the village director of Shengli Tun, and accompanied him to Li Baoku's house.

Li Baoku's home is relatively speaking, it is slightly better than other people's homes, after all, the family used to be regarded as beautiful, other people's homes are small fence yards, and his family has used a big board cane, although the wood is already dilapidated, but it is also comparable to anyone's family.

The family next door is not even as good as his family's broken cane, not to mention the house, which is also a mud house, but the area is very different!

One of his houses looked much bigger than the village director's house, and when he arrived at the door, Ding Fan couldn't even believe it, this house was really Li Baoku's house?

After repeated confirmation by the village director, Ding Fan completely understood that this was really Li Baoku's home.

It's just that no one has lived here all these years, so the house is a bit dilapidated, and the yard is messy with everything, and piles of broken baskets are thrown everywhere, which really gives people the feeling of not knowing where to put their feet at all.

The village director followed behind Ding Fan and carefully explained to him how Li Baoku behaved in the tunzi after he came out during this time.

When the two of them reached the door of the house, Ding Fan stopped, then looked around, and finally glanced sideways at the village director beside him and said, "Open the door? After talking for a long time, don't you just want to say that this Li Baoku is doing well in Tunzi?"

The village director who was standing on the side hurriedly took out a key from his body, and then reached out to open the door, while still nodding to Ding Fan constantly, muttering: "This child has been grown up by me since he was a child, not a bad boy, the incident back then was actually ......."

"I know, otherwise you will plead for the whole village, do you think you can really save his life?" Ding Fan really couldn't listen to it anymore, and the old village chief kept telling himself when he came out of the house that Li Baoku was not a murderer.

Ding Fan, who listened to it, was a little guilty, and in the end he could only interrupt him.

Who is Li Baoku, not only the old village chief knows, it is very clear what is written on the file, but this time the case is not an ordinary case, the murderer is likely to be a mistakenly killed, and when he reacted, he was not in a hurry, and then he remembered all the previous things, so the resentment in his heart broke out and the deceased was dismembered.

This point is completely because of the blood stains on this rope after verification, Ding Fan thought of it.

I came to Li Baoku's house today to find some evidence that can prove that he has nothing to do with this case, and by the way, I also made a little appearance for others to see.

Because Ding Fan has always felt that this real murderer is very likely to be in the tunzi, and he has been watching his every move in a certain place.

Since it was the same, Ding Fan came in a high-profile manner, attracted all the attention of this person to himself, and then asked Meng Huan and Zheng Yi to go to other places to collect clues.

As the door of Li Baoku's house was opened by the village chief, a strong musty smell emanated from inside.

This kind of smell, Ding Fan's eyes are a little unable to open, to say that Wu Chunhua's home always has a smell called foot odor, then now Li Baoku's home,

It's a completely different flavor.

After the smell inside was gone, Ding Fan walked into Li Baoku's house little by little, but the things in the room were really unbearable.

What kind of people, Ding Fan has seen them before, but after seeing Li Baoku's home, he can really only admit that he has no knowledge.

Who can raise mushrooms in their own home?

It's a big house, two-thirds of the room is filled with wet wood, and there are a lot of mushrooms growing on it, he is planning to build a farm at home!

The village director who was standing on the side now had the same eyes as Ding Fan, and his mind was full of scolding his mother.

The village director stretched out his hand and touched the mushroom, and kept muttering: "It's really his grandmother's evil! If Brother Li knew about this, he would probably be able to jump out of the grave and kill this ruined son with a knife!"

Obviously, this old man still feels sorry for the house, and when he sees that a good house has been made like this, the old man just opens his mouth and scolds his mother.

Ding Fan doesn't have so many ideas from him, let alone raising mushrooms in the house, even if people raise pigs at home, it has nothing to do with him, the main thing is to look for things related to the case in the room.

So Ding Fan just glanced at it here, and then walked to the room next to it, which looked like it should be where Li Baoku lived at night, and the air was relatively dry.

There is a bed cover on the kang in a mess, the quilt is black, as if it has not been washed for a long time, and there are many empty wine bottles on the table.

After looking around the whole room, it seems that there is nothing to describe except for chaos, and the only thing that attracted Ding Fan's attention was that under the pillow, he found a letter with the name of the letter writer Huang Jiao.

Ding Fan held the envelope in his hand, walked to the village director's side, asked him to look at the envelope in his hand and said, "Do you know this person named Huang Jiao?

The current village chief was still full of anger, and his mouth was always scolding, but he just casually glanced at the envelope and shook his head.

Obviously, Ding Fan also forgot that the old village director didn't know how to read, so he reluctantly told him what was written on it.

As a result, the old village director thought for a while, and nodded and said: "I have heard of this Huang Jiao, but I have never seen anyone, the day Xiao Li came back, he drank at my house, he drank too much at that time, and told me so much, it seems that he knew such a person after he came out, and he lived in this person's house for a few days at that time, I estimate that this woman is not a good person." ”

Ding Fan glanced at the old village director in surprise, stared at him with crooked eyes and asked, "How do you know that he is not a good person, did he tell you who this Huang Jiao is?"

When the old village chief heard the wave of his hand, his face tightened, and he whispered: "He didn't tell me, but can a person who can casually ask someone to live at home be a good person?

I heard the village chief say this, it seems to be the same reason, it seems that this matter still needs to be investigated.

As for the things in the room, to be honest, Ding Fan didn't want to look for it anymore.

If Ding Fan didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid that no one has lived in this room for a long time, and the dust on the desktop has quickly become an inch thick, and the so-called quilt on the kang is now hard to stone, and it is covered with eighty percent of the body in a panic.

It's clear that it's been uninhabited for a long time, or that's it

Li Baoku hasn't been back for a while.

Ding Fan took the old village chief and the two of them out of the house, took a breath in the courtyard, and then asked him, "Isn't this and Li Baoku not appearing in the tunzi much recently?"

The old village chief pondered for a while, looked up and said to Ding Fan: "If you don't say it, I really haven't remembered it, but now that I think about it, it's like it's really true, Xiao Lizi hasn't lived at home much during this time, so he runs to the county if he has nothing to do, and from time to time he is still in the mountains to get some mountain goods back, or a pile of rotten wood or something." ”

Saying that, the old village chief also stretched out his hand and pointed twice at Li Baoku's house, thinking that he wanted to tell Ding Fan that the rotten wood in the house was actually picked up on the mountain.

Ding Fan nodded, looked at the time, it seemed that at this time last year, he was the one who took the people who turned over and collected the mountain goods on the mountain, and now in a blink of an eye, a year has passed.

If it weren't for the incident that broke out at the beginning of the year, I'm afraid that the villagers and children of the villagers would have gone up the mountain to pick mountain goods, but fortunately, Shenglitun was not affected by that incident, so they could still go up the mountain to make a living like mountain goods.

Ding Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to a big shed in the corner of the courtyard, and asked the old village chief, "Do you still have even animals at Li Baoku's house?"

The old village chief stretched out his head to take a look, nodded and said: "But no, in the past, the whole Tunzi counted his family rich, when his father was there, the family did not raise less livestock, but after that incident, his family was down, and when he came out, there was nothing left at home, and I don't know where to find a big horse, it looks quite strong, and I ride outside when I have nothing to do, and sometimes I also pull some mountain goods to sell in the county." ”

Ding Fan listened, nodded, walked around the horse pen, looked at the dung on the ground and asked the old village chief, "Mana?"

Ding Fan asked, the old village chief was also stunned, scratched his head and thought for a long time, and finally suddenly remembered: "It's strange to say, it seems that I haven't seen it for a while, that time he said that his second uncle's child got married, and then he rode away, and I don't know when he came back, and then I didn't see this big horse." ”

Ding Fan nodded, kicked the broken basket on the ground aside, looked at the small courtyard opposite the cane, and deliberately looked at the window, and found that there was really a big hole in the dilapidated glass.

Ding Fan stretched out his hand and patted the old village chief on the shoulder, and asked if there was anyone on the other side.

The village chief saw that this person was quite familiar with him at home, and shouted loudly through the cane.

As a result, it was almost noon, and a shirtless man swayed out of the house, still snoring after going out, apparently just getting up from the bed.

The old village chief was not polite to him, and directly scolded him: "You rabbit cub, what time is it? Are you still sleeping on the kang at home? Have you cleaned up your family's fields? Are you relying on your mother-in-law again?"

Such a person, there are a lot of people in every tun, the kind of goods who are idle, waiting for pies to fall from the sky all day long, and they are usually used to being scolded.

Who knew that this kid really gave Ding Fan something different, not only did he not laugh at it, but scolded the old village chief: "Fuck your mother's legs, you old shameless, you always come to my house to lie on the wall, my mother-in-law wants you to take care of it? ”

As soon as the old village chief heard this, his angry old face turned red, and he turned around and was about to look for something, it seemed that the two of them were about to do it, Ding Fan sneered, took two steps back, and looked at the two people in front of him with a cruel look, as if he was going to watch the play on the side.

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is .. Mobile version reading URL: m.