Li Kun's death changed the flavor of this reunion banquet, the doors and windows were locked inside, obviously the murderer had no intention of leaving after killing Li Kun.

It's been 36 years, and this matter has to be concluded after all.

The hall on the first floor was silent, Zhang Fa and Zhao Yajun stood at the dining table, looking at Feng Chun, who was pacing at the moment, and there was a male corpse lying under the dining table, this person was Li Kun.

Feng Chun frowned, and his left hand was casually inserted into the pocket of his left pants. The right arm is bent, and the right hand is constantly fiddling with the stubble on his chin.

This is the habitual action of his master when he first went to the criminal police team, when he was thinking about problems.

Unknowingly, I copied this kind of action.

It has been 20 years since he took off his police uniform, but Feng Chun has not lost the meticulous thinking and fearless heart that a former criminal police officer should have.

In those years in the criminal police team, he was rewarded, received pennants, and once after investigating a case, the excited victim's family knelt in front of him and kowtowed to thank him.

At one time, Feng Chun also thought that he was a real hero.

............

Suddenly, Feng Chun's eyes lit up, and he turned around and walked towards the second floor, and Zhang Fa and the others hurriedly followed.

"Leave one, don't come up, the murderer is not on the second floor!" Feng Chun turned his head and said to the two.

"Do you dare to stare at the first floor?" Zhang Fa asked Zhao Yajun.

Zhao Yajun put one foot on the steps upstairs, didn't answer for a long time, but he didn't mean to turn around and go back.

"Let's look at the first floor, I'll see who can do anything to me!" Zhang Fa said, he became fierce again, straightened his chest, turned back to the table and sat down, waved his hand, and motioned for the two to go upstairs.

It doesn't matter who you are, whether you are a human or a ghost, and you want to get revenge on me, just come on......

When going upstairs, Feng Chun signaled Zhao Yajun not to touch the handrail of the stairs, Zhao Yajun nodded, and silently followed behind him.

The two of them went to the second floor and stood in front of the room facing the handrail of the staircase, which was also on the north side, and this was the first room, and it was the third room that made a strange noise.

"Yajun'er, if you are a murderer...... Feng Chun turned his head and said to Zhao Yajun.

"Open...... What are you kidding, I'm not a murderer, what am I killing him for, I'm not a murderer!" Zhao Yajun said emotionally.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, what I'm trying to say is, if you're the murderer, which room you'll choose to hide in when we go upstairs. Feng Chun hurriedly patted Zhao Yajun on the shoulder and explained.

"Oh, yes...... I'm sorry, I really can't hold my breath, I don't have a chance......" Zhao Yajun lowered his head and blamed himself.

"It's okay, I understand. Feng Chun smiled and said, "Then tell me what you think?"

"Hmm......" Zhao Yajun tried to calm himself down, stood in place and thought for a while, stretched out his finger and pointed to the door in front of him.

"This one. ”

Feng Chun nodded, obviously he also agreed with Zhao Yajun's statement, since the murderer wanted to take advantage of the chaos to go downstairs to poison, then he was most likely hiding in this room closest to the stairs.

Feng Chun wanted to come to this room and look for clues.

Except for the door of the third room, which was closed by Zhang Fa last time, the doors of the other five rooms were all ajar.

Feng Chun took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, put it on the palm of his right hand, and pushed the door completely open with his right hand, and the light in the corridor shone into the room. Zhang Fa squatted at the door and looked at the floor of the carpeted room, his sharp eyes made Zhao Yajun believe that even if there was a needle on the carpet, it would definitely be found by Feng Chun.

After looking at it for a while, Feng Chun stood up and walked towards the room, and after turning on the light, Feng Chun carefully looked at the decoration in the room:

Like the first floor, the whole is European-style decoration, the room is big enough, each room is equipped with an independent bathroom, a large bed is placed in the middle of the house, it does not feel cramped, clean quilts and pillows, neatly placed at the head of the bed.

Directly above the bed is a large European chandelier, and the owner of the house does not hesitate to express his love for European style.

On the right side of the bed was the window, and at the moment the curtains were not closed, because it was in the mountains, it was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.

On the left hand side of the bed is a large wardrobe, with a TV hanging on the wall directly in front of the bed, and a pair of clean slippers tucked into the space under the TV cabinet on the TV cabinet below.

What really caught Feng Chun's attention was that on the wall where the head of the bed was leaning, there was an oil painting framed with a beautiful frame:

Venus with a broken arm.

However, this time, the artist obviously put an arm on Venus, who was holding a shotgun in her hand, apparently for fun.

Feng Chun frowned, obviously this extremely unserious painting looked a little unscathing.

"What is this?" Zhao Yajun found a white thing on the top of the bedside table, and he picked it up and handed it to Feng Chun to see.

Feng Chun took it and looked at it carefully:

The object is about five centimeters long, bone, crescent-shaped, and has obvious fine lines on it, and the whole body is rough, but the weight is extremely light.

"This ...... This can't be ......" Feng Chun held the object, his eyes staring at it, and his whole body trembled.

This move frightened Zhao Yajun, who was standing aside, and he vaguely felt that this incident might be far more terrifying than he imagined.

There was nothing wrong with his feelings.

Feng ...... Brother Feng Chun, you... What's wrong with you?" Zhao Yajun subconsciously leaned towards Feng Chun's position, patted him lightly on the shoulder and asked.

Suddenly, Feng Chun blinked, adjusted his breathing, and came back to his senses.

"Runner, this is a wolf's tooth, to be exact, this is a wolf's tooth that has been air-dried in the air for a long time......" Feng Chun turned his gaze out of the window again and said.

"So what, what does this mean?" Zhao Yajun asked eagerly.

"Hoo ......"

Feng Chun exhaled lightly, his eyes still looking at the dark and chaotic world outside the window, as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions, and said softly:

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the tooth of the wolf you picked up and buried with Ding Yong......"

"It's impossible, it's impossible, we're ...... Obviously digging so deep, how could someone find it so thick under the snow that winter, this is impossible!" At this moment, Zhao Yajun was on the verge of collapse......

"Nothing is impossible, heavy rain and a slight earthquake may bring the bones back to light in a few years, and this wolf's tooth must have been dried on the soil for a long time to reach this level......

After saying this, Feng Chun turned his head, looked at Zhao Yajun with a pale face, and continued:

"It's safe to say that someone must have discovered our secret and picked it up, and there must be more than this wolf tooth...... This series of strange events, I am afraid that someone wants to avenge Ding Yong. ”

Zhao Yajun didn't say a word, his face turned pale, he felt that he was about to lose his position, and hurriedly supported the wall with his hands.

Feng Chun continued: "This is the signal he deliberately left for us, he calculated that we will come to this room to check, we have been living in the script he designed since we stepped into this villa......

This wolf's tooth is a gift from death......

Where is this man and who is he......

Children growing up on the seashore in Fuyan City will become accustomed to seeing rotting fish bones, and they say that this is the sea to send the dead children to the sand for burial.

Yes, the day the white bones see the light of day, the truth is the same......