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Feng Chuan went to the old man's house and looked at the remaining oil-paper umbrellas.

Those fragrant and different styles of oil-paper umbrellas lay quietly in the corner.

Pink, printed gardenia, sandalwood fan handle.

Vermilion, printed with light pink peony, elegant atmosphere.

"These are your son's umbrellas."

The old man nodded, he took a lot of them with him when he went out that day, but something happened to the people, and those umbrellas must have been picked up.

Although the paper umbrella is beautiful, some of the paste between the umbrella bone and the oily paper leaks out, and if you are in a hurry on weekdays, you will have this kind of negligence.

So it's a kind of mark, but not every umbrella will have such marks.

"Old man, do you know if your son has any special skills in making oil-paper umbrellas on weekdays?"

The old man is old and doesn't understand anything, but he just says that his son often cuts wood into bones on weekdays, and then does it carefully.

"And what tool did he use?"

The old man pointed to the knife beside him, "On weekdays, he uses that slender knife to cut wood, and then polish it with something." The old man waved his finger.

Feng Chuan glanced at the past, and the things were neatly visited.

This time, Feng Chuan was a little difficult, and there didn't seem to be a clear clue that could make her find a range.

Where did those oil-paper umbrellas go?

Feng Chuan remembered that the location where the deceased was found was the mountain behind the inn.

It's so close to the inn that someone might witness what happened.

After that, Feng Chuan went to the inn, and the shopkeeper was very friendly and asked if there was anything he could do to help.

"There was a murder in the back alley of the inn that day, and I wanted to go inside and take a look. That room can see the back alley, is that okay? ”

The shopkeeper nodded and said that he could look at it, but there were a few rooms with guests, so he couldn't look at it.

"It's okay, I'll take a look."

She stood on the first floor, leaning against the window. Look outside.

The eaves outside the inn block the windows.

It seems that if it was an eyewitness who saw the murder. It can also only be on the second floor.

Feng Chuan went up to the second floor, and there was no one in the middle position, so she walked up slowly. Then he pushed the window open.

This room has just the right thing to see going on outside.

"Shopkeeper, when did the guest leave here, do you know who he is?"

The shopkeeper hesitated for a while, and this person came and went. She remembered that most of the people who came here were outsiders. Walking and settling down, if you say that it is difficult to find them, "What, what do they have to do with this?" ”

Feng Chuan shook his head. Just ask.

"How many rooms did you say were occupied, and what days did they live?"

The shopkeeper went downstairs and looked carefully at the booklet next to the account book.

Then he spread his hands and made a few gestures. "It's been five or six days since the first guest came to the east on the second floor, and the third room in the east came yesterday." He flipped the page. Dao: The first room in the west came from the past, and it's time to leave today.

"Only these rooms are occupied?" Feng Chuan dialed the book with his hand.

"What is this?"

The shopkeeper twisted his neck and took a look, "This room was left by the young master of the Wu family, and he paid for the house all year round." ”

"Why?" Feng Chuan was a little curious, why would someone leave a guest room?

The shopkeeper saw that Feng Chuan just asked casually, so he replied casually, he was not short of silver, and he often had distant relatives at home, plus ......

Seeing the shopkeeper hesitating, Feng Chuan asked for the words behind.

"It's nothing, men, they'll bring a few women out to play."

Feng Chuan knew as soon as he heard that this Young Master Wu was not a good thing.

She looked for the person in the first room at the east end of the second floor.

The man was going to another place, and because of the long distance, he had to stay for half a month before he could leave.

"Have you ever seen anything happen in the back alley these days?"

In this family of three, the two adults shook their heads, but the children on the side said that someone was quarrelling.

"Feng'er is not allowed to talk nonsense."

The child blinked, looked at his father, closed his mouth, and went to play with himself.

"You are not locals, so naturally you will not be retaliated against, but if you don't tell the truth, the people who were killed will not be able to turn a blind eye, can you really bear to watch the dead die?" Feng Chuan tried to convince them.

The man still said that it was the first time he came to Lin'an, and he was curious about what he saw, so the three of them were usually in the market and didn't see anything, and the children were just young and ignorant.

"Little brother, you tell Sister Sù, what have you heard and seen in the past few days?" Feng Chuan squatted down, put his hands on the shoulders of the little boy on the ground, and asked kindly.

The boy tilted his head, looked at his father in fear, and then shook his head.

"You sue Sister Sù, Sister will give you candy."

The child still shook his head, and Feng Chuan looked at the woman on the side.

Feng Chuan asked the woman if one day the person who was killed was her child, and the person who saw the murderer not say anything, how would she feel.

"You-" The woman looked at Feng Chuan and frowned slightly.

Feng Chuan's words hit the nail on the head, she looked at the man, the man also looked at her, the two looked at each other, and finally the man sighed, "We did hear someone quarreling not far from the next door that day, I don't know which room, but the quarrel was fierce." Not long after, we heard someone screaming for a dead man, and when we climbed the window, we saw a lot of people around. He stressed that he didn't see the man's appearance.

Feng Chuan nodded, it seems that the person who quarreled with Li Decai is likely to be the murderer.

The man changed his words again, "I just heard the quarrel, but I don't know if it has anything to do with it, our family of three is just passing by Guibaodi, and I ask the girl not to implicate us." ”

Feng Chuan promised him that he wouldn't talk nonsense when he went back, and then patted the little boy on the shoulder and said that he would go to buy candy for him to eat.

As soon as he went out, Ren Yongyu asked Feng Chuan and said that there was a clue.

That day, someone saw someone sneaking in with a pile of oil-paper umbrellas at the door of this inn and walking towards a restaurant.

"Brother Yu, why are you here?"

He said that he was investigating a case of stealing chickens, and when he passed by, he saw some people playing chess, and one person coaxed, saying that he had let the junior of Yunge Restaurant treat him and made a good amount of money recently.

Later, when Ren Yongyu heard about the oil-paper umbrella, he remembered what Feng Chuan said about the oil-paper umbrella.

The two hurried to the restaurant, and as soon as they entered the door, two people greeted them.

Ren Yongyu opened his mouth first and asked if anyone had stolen a batch of oil-paper umbrellas recently.

Xiao Er looked at Feng Chuan and Ren Yongyu and said that he didn't know.

The other junior lowered his head, avoiding Feng Chuan's gaze.

"You know about this, right?"

Xiao Er looked around nervously and said that it was not stolen. It's picked up.

"You pick it up while no one is away, isn't that stealing?" Feng Chuan reprimanded, he shook his head dissatisfiedly, those oil-paper umbrellas were neatly placed in the alley, and he took them back when he saw that no one wanted them, and later gave a man and exchanged some copperplate flowers. (To be continued.) )