Beard expressed puzzlement at my actions, and he also emphasized to me, saying that this case has been solved, and we must go to that village house.

But seeing that my attitude was very resolute, he took out another posture to accompany me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I asked Xiaowei to prepare the information, and this time the information was very complete, including not only the current address of the owner of the village house, but also some news that the mice had heard about the village house.

But there was nothing noteworthy about the news about the mice, so I looked at it and left it behind.

The BYD is still under maintenance, and we don't want to borrow a car from the police. The two of us went out of the backyard of the police station and found a taxi at random.

I found out that the taxi driver also used taxi software, and he also hung his phone on the air outlet next to the driver's seat.

Of course, I didn't say anything about the ghost car, but I asked him about it implicitly. The taxi driver told me that I don't know what to do, a while ago, especially in the middle of the night, there were a lot of people who called a car, and he couldn't grab it, and these few nights, the number of calls for a car is pitiful.

I had a guess in my heart that it had something to do with the cripple being caught. He doesn't give money to hackers anymore, and hackers certainly don't need to serve him anymore and swipe data.

In addition, when the taxi driver knew that I and Beard were going to the village where we were going to move, he was puzzled. Think about it, there is no one there, it is all a dilapidated house, what do we have to go to?

But we couldn't explain much to him.

When I arrived at the place, I happily took the money for the car and walked to the village with my beard.

At first glance, it didn't seem like much had changed, but when Beard and I entered the village house that was used as a dumping site.

I looked into a corner and froze for a moment.

There was an empty bottle of wine on the ground, and it had not yet been covered. The last time I visited, I had a very careful look at the room, and I could be sure that the bottle came later.

The beard didn't have as much as I thought, especially the last time he entered this village house for a short time, not only did he not observe much, but he ended up with an old lady who picked up rags.

I'll explain a few words to the beard. Now the beard was also surprised.

We walked over, and I crouched down and picked up the bottle.

I noticed that there was also a drop of wine in there, which was still gathered in the corners of the bottom of the bottle when I held it diagonally, making it more visible.

Beard and I both drank, and the label on the bottle in particular told us that it was a high bottle of local spark.

Beard held out his hand and asked me to pour out the little wine at the bottom of the bottle. I did so, and then my beard was not dirty, and I licked the wine on my palm.

He took another sip and said to me, "The wine is strong, and the drinker hasn't been gone for long." ”

I understand what the beard meant, because if you don't seal it well, the alcohol in it will easily evaporate, making the wine weak, and if the bottle is really left here for three or five days, the little wine at the bottom of the bottle will have already dried.

I nodded approvingly. The beard wondered, saying who could have been here? Could it be the old lady picking up the garbage? Occasionally, when she is free and comes up to drink again, she will go to this village house to sit for a while?

I pondered, and when I looked at the ground, I didn't find any other garbage, like fruit peels or melon seed peels, etc., which gave me the feeling that this man was just drinking dry, and didn't eat anything else.

I asked Beard to go around the other cottages to see if there were any similar bottles.

The beard immediately turned and went out. I took advantage of the time to look at the cottage again, and soon I noticed that in the corner of the wall next to the bottle there were four horizontal marks that looked like they had been scratched.

I hunched over, and when I looked at it, I didn't think it was a night cat scratching it, but more like someone had done it.

I also stretched out my hand to compare. These scratches are horizontal, and depending on the height of the scratches, he should have scratched them horizontally while squatting or sitting cross-legged.

I contacted the bottle and tried to do a few more movements. In the end, I had the most likely guess that this man was sitting against the wall, drinking and scratching the wall a few times.

I'll move on. Not long after, the beard returned, and as soon as he entered, he exclaimed, "Damn, there's not even a bottle in the other rooms." ”

When he saw me sitting in the corner so strangely, he sighed and leaned over again.

As it happens, my right hand is now aimed at those scratches. The beard was cold and thought I was scratching it, so he scolded, "Xiao Bo, are you perverted?" Don't want your hands and paws? ”

He reminded me of this. No matter who it was, he must have been in pain if he scratched the wall like this, especially if he scratched such a deep mark.

I always thought that the bottle and scratches were probably a little bit weird, so I raised my beard and took out my phone and took a few photos first.

Hu Zi persuaded me, saying that the murderer has been caught, why are you suspicious again now with just a wine bottle and a few scratches?

I didn't say anything more about this with Beard Duo. The two of us quickly left the village house and went to the owner's current address according to the address provided on the information.

This is located in the city, and it is the first floor of a community. According to the information, the owner of the house was an old widow in her seventies, and we were standing in front of and behind her door, and our beards knocked vigorously on the door.

After about ten seconds, just when we thought the old widow was not at home, the door opened.

An old lady living with a crutch stood in front of us. I looked at her and couldn't help but look at the beard again.

This old lady is a loop-legged woman, and she is very hunchbacked, especially her wrinkled folds, which reminds me of wilted oranges.

I asked tentatively what that meant, and wanted to check with her if she was the owner of the village house.

The old lady kept staring at the two of us, and then she hummed again. I wonder if the information given by Xiaowei is wrong, this old widow looks like a person in her eighties and nineties, and she is too old.

But I don't want to get too serious about it. The old widow then answered and asked who we were.

Hu Zi showed his police officer ID and said that there was something wrong with the two of us and he wanted to ask his aunt.

As soon as the old widow heard that we were policemen, she suddenly became sensitive, her voice was a little hoarse, but now she raised her tone and asked us sharply, "What's going on lately?" The police have come several times. Today, we have to talk about it well, I don't want to pay more for the relocation fee when I move, but did I steal it or rob it? Are you going to investigate like that? ”

I said to myself, where is this? And this old lady's associative power is too rich.

The beard answered immediately, and I found that this gentleman usually has a bad mouth, but when he coaxes the old lady, he is quite skillful. His aunt is long and his aunt is short, and he was polite for a while, and finally took out a hundred yuan and stuffed it into his aunt's hand, which means that we came in a hurry, and if my aunt wants to eat some fruit, she can buy some by herself.

I remembered a word, and I saw that the money was open. When the old widow saw this ticket, her eyes did widen a little.

Her attitude towards us has also changed a lot. She muttered that it was a good policeman this time, and she invited us both into the house again.

I feel that her home is a little deserted, after all, she lives by herself, and there are no good household appliances, and life is very bitter when I look at it.

We sat down in two chairs, and we talked a little more, and I got down to business and asked her, "Auntie, didn't your village house be rented out before?" Do you remember the information about those tenants? ”

The old widow snorted suddenly, and replied with a very smug look, "My village house? It's not that I said that I was renting a house at the time, but it was very demanding. I don't rent three things, one is not renting young single guys, because young people nowadays are all open, if the single guys are out of each other, they will definitely bring each other back, if they mess around in that house, how dirty will it be? 2. I don't rent an old man of my age, because I'm afraid that he will have a bad heart for me, so don't beat me up or anything; 3. I don't rent good gamblers, otherwise my house will gather a bunch of people every day, playing mahjong and cards, how messy will it be? ”

After listening to this, I wanted to smile bitterly, and said to myself, did this old widow hear something? Otherwise, why not answer the question?

I patiently repeated my problem with her. This time, the old lady listened and responded, and she understood.

She spoke again and told all the information about the tenants who had impressed her.

I've been tasting it carefully, wondering if the bread here doesn't include the lame. But until the old widow finished speaking, I did not pick out a single person from among these tenants who would qualify as lame.

The beard was not interested in these and couldn't help but yawn. He gave me a final look, which means, when will we leave?

I simply flipped through my phone, and there was a picture of the lame man in it. I handed the picture to the old widow and asked her if she had any impression of this person.

The old widow squinted her eyes again and looked at the picture for a long time. What I didn't expect was that suddenly, the old widow screamed, and even gritted her teeth, pointed to the picture of the lame man and said, "I know him, this brute, look at the good things he has done." ”

Both Beard and I were "shocked" by the old widow's actions. The beard was no longer sleepy, and he asked tentatively, "Auntie, what did he do to you?" ”

In fact, I have a similar thought, and my heart says is it possible that this lame man has disrespected the old widow?

The old widow's temperament was also very strong, and her chest fell together, and after a short pause, she said, "When this man first rented my house, he said that he lived in a rented house with his cousin, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with him, so I agreed, but I didn't expect him to be a liar." After renting his house for half a year, I once asked him for rent, and when I came to the village house, I looked, good guy, what cousin? He lived with a sassy fox, especially the sassy fox dressed up, it was a green house woman, I was angry at the time, and I also felt cheated, so I forcibly blew them away. ”

I care very much about the word fox, and even at this moment, a thought popped up in my mind, and my heart said that this is one of the murderous motives of the lame? He used to have a very sassy girlfriend, but then they separated, and he has always been obsessed with this kind of woman, which led to him meeting the female anchor, and after the female anchor ridiculed and ridiculed him, she revealed some scars in his heart and made him crazy? (To be continued.) )