Murong Fei said: "Do you want to screen the fingerprints of the generals who participated in the construction of the tomb first, if there are still ownerless fingerprints left on the tombstone, we will gather the villagers of the whole village, will we try not to disturb the people?" ”

The village chief said: "This little thing, it won't disturb the people, as long as I notify it, they will definitely come, everyone wants to prove their innocence, besides, you come to the village to investigate the case, it's too late for them to come and join in the fun, so let's make an appointment, make an appointment?" ”

Of course, Wu Long hopes that this is the case, gathering people, on the one hand, they can make fingerprints for investigation, on the other hand, he also wants to observe and observe these people and find possible suspects, although this is very difficult, if it is in the city, this kind of thing is impossible to do. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiaolong and the village chief agreed that at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the villagers would gather in the playground of Xin Persimmon Primary School. ”

The village chief said confidently: "There should be no problem, I will send the task to each district, and it should be in time at three o'clock, but the time is late, and it will be inconvenient for you to work at that time." ”

Wu Long said: "That's okay, it's decided, I'll see you at school at three o'clock." ”

The village chief hurriedly left the cemetery and went to the village to arrange the task, Wu Long saw that he was far away, and said to Xiaolong: "Xiaolong, let's go to the school first, wait for them over there." ”

Murong Fei thought to himself, why not take this opportunity to go to the school to investigate? Especially Mr. Fan's office and bedroom, this is also the point, what if you can find some clues? So he said: "Wu Long, let's go over the seven groups too, the work on this side of the cemetery can be suspended, the autopsy work can also be postponed, we have to go to see Teacher Fan's office and bedroom first." ”

Wu Long understood, and at three o'clock, he immediately needed to have his fingerprints printed, he said, "Okay, if you can walk away here, go to school and work first, of course." ”

Murong Fei said: "There is no conflict in this arrangement, Xiaolong, you arrange for a person to guard the cemetery here, and no unrelated people are allowed to enter." ”

Xiaolong arranged for the little policeman who had just come with Wu Long to guard the cemetery there, and he took Wu Long and the four people from the criminal department to the school.

The school is next to the village, Murong Fei walked to the school gate, saw that the school was still quite beautiful, the gate was engraved with the words "New Persimmon Primary School" in italics, and when he walked into the school gate, he was faced with a small playground of about 200 meters of plastic runway, because it was a weekend, the national flag was not hung on the playground, and there were three two-story small buildings around the playground, which looked newly built.

Murong Fei couldn't help but admire: "I didn't expect this school to be built so well, and New Persimmon Village attaches great importance to education." ”

Principal Feng, who rushed to the school after hearing the news, kicked and said: "Our new persimmon primary school is a poverty alleviation project in the city, the house that was just built five years ago, and the previous broken houses have been demolished. ”

Murong Fei saw him wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, so he asked, "Oh, does your family live in Xinpersim?" ”

"Yes, who wants to come here to teach in a closed village like ours? Except for Teacher Fan, who is a volunteer teacher sent by the County Education Bureau, the other teachers are from our own village. ”

"How is Mr. Fan's usual work?"

"Teacher Fan should say that he is very enthusiastic about his work, he teaches Chinese, and he is the head teacher of the third grade, and this class has repeatedly squeezed into the top three in the town in the academic investigation exams."

"That's really a good teacher, does Teacher Fan usually have any conflicts with the village or the parents of the students?"

"No, Teacher Fan doesn't have much contact with the people in the village, although he likes to take care of things, it's only in school, on weekends or something, and most of the time he stays in school to read."

"Then can we go and see Teacher Fan's bedroom?"

"Yes, I'll take you there, and Teacher Fan will live alone in the school, and we'll arrange for him to be in the one on the far edge of the building on the left."

Everyone followed Principal Feng up the stairs on the second floor and along a corridor to the door of Teacher Fan's bedroom.

Principal Feng took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, took one out of it, checked the number, and opened Teacher Fan's door.

As a routine before the search, Shen Hai also took a few photos of Mr. Fan's bedroom.

Murong Fei walked in first, and saw that this bedroom was actually a suite, outside was a small living room, the real bedroom was inside, and there was a large table in the small living room, and some students' homework books were stacked on the table.

Murong Fei asked, "Does Teacher Fan usually work here?" ”

Principal Feng said: "Yes, because the situation is more special, our school has such a volunteer teacher as Mr. Fan, he likes to prepare lessons and correct homework in the bedroom, and I, the principal, also open the net, but the teacher's office downstairs has also arranged a place for him." ”

"Oh."

Murong Fei casually responded and walked to the edge of the big table, and could see that Teacher Fan should be correcting homework before leaving the bedroom, because a student's homework book was being opened and lying there.

He casually took the homework book and saw that it was an essay, the title of the essay was "My Dad", and there were already circles and dots in the composition that had been revised by Mr. Fan's red pen.

Murong Fei didn't expect to be attracted by the first sentence of this essay, the first sentence was "My father is sixty-nine years old, and he is a strange person......"

Murong Fei thought to himself, this third-grade child is at most ten years old, how can his father be sixty-nine years old? So he quickly skimmed through the entire composition, and the composition was only about 300 words at most, but after reading it, his face changed greatly.

"Principal Feng, do you know this kid?" Murong Fei stamped the workbook with the student's name on the cover.

"Zhuang Mingming, I know."

"How old is his dad?"

"His father, sixty-nine years old, is called Zhuang Daming, and he is an old bachelor."

"Then why are there children?"

"Zhuang Mingming is a girl, a child raised by Zhuang Daming, someone put this girl at the door of his house ten years ago, so he tossed her up like this, what, is there any problem?"

"Oh, I think Zhuang Mingming's composition is more interesting, so I asked."

"Children, the material of the essay is basically a record of life, and it generally records some things that have been heard and witnessed around you."

"Really?"

"Year 3 kids aren't very good at making up stories with their imaginations."

Murong Fei heard the principal say this, he felt more confident in his heart, he asked Chi Ming to continue to search Teacher Fan's bedroom, and he pulled Wu Long outside and stuffed the homework book to Wu Long.

Wu Long read the essay silently, he was also frightened, he said, "Murong, will what you say be true?" ”