【2nd Update】

The kitchen was as dirty and broken as the whole house, and it was estimated that because no one had lived in it for a long time, there was an indescribable smell in the air, mixed with bad smell, Fang Yuan was even a little unimaginable, how could the villager smell the smell of boiled meat from this stuffy and gray air when he saw the chimney smoking that day and ran to see the situation. Maybe the murderer had been gone for a short time, so the smell in the kitchen was still very strong, but now after so many days, there is no longer any smell of meat here, only a damp and slightly moldy smell.

The kitchen is not big, it is a narrow shape, as soon as you enter the back door, there is a very old cup-shelf cabinet, the color is almost close to dark amber, hung with oil, covered with a calendar paper on the top of the cup-shelf cabinet, has been covered with oil sludge There is almost no way to see the original pattern clearly, standing at the back door, at the end of the left hand side is a small storage room, there are some dry corn stalks and other things piled up, but it seems that no one has touched for a long time, On the right-hand side is the stove that they are looking at this time.

Like this kind of abandoned house located in the village, and it is still old and old and has not been tolerated, of course, the stove cannot be an electric stove, a gas stove, but is built with bricks, and there are originally white square tiles on it, but also because of the time, the white tiles on the stove are not only yellow, with thick dust, but also many cracks, or even missing, in the middle of the stove, is a large iron pot. The part of the pot that is connected to the stove may be covered by oil sludge, and it looks a little swarthy. At first glance, it feels like it should be an old pot that has been used for many years, there is about half a pot of water in the pot, there is a layer of rust floating on the water surface, and there seems to be a little oil, and the wall of the pot connected to the water is hung with yellow, orange and orange rust, and there are dots of mildew, and you can smell a rancid smell after walking in. The hearth under the stove was also so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

The kitchen was dimly lit, so Dai Xu walked in to take a look. There was a window not far from the stove that could let in light and ventilation, but it was covered by a yellowish curtain, and the corners of the frame were fixed so that it was almost impossible for the light from the outside to penetrate. The folds of the curtain were covered with a thick layer of ash. Pinch the corners of the cloth curtain, through the gloves can still feel the sticky feel of hanging oil, look at this look to know that it will not be hung up recently, it is estimated that it was originally to prevent the window from having gaps in the winter, to drill cold air into the house, so such a thermal insulation measure was taken.

So in order to be able to see the situation in the kitchen more clearly, Dai Xu motioned for Fang Yuan to step back a little, so as not to be blinded by the dust, and then pulled the curtain with both hands. Holding his breath, he pulled violently. The curtain was torn off with a stab, and at the same time the dust was raised, Dai Xu hurriedly fanned it with his hand, clumped the oily rags into a ball, walked over and put it at the back door, and then took out a small flashlight that looked relatively small from his trouser pocket, returned to the stove, squatted down, shone the flashlight into the hearth, and looked inside with his head down.

"Fang Yuan, help me find a thinner wooden stick." He crouched there and watched for a moment, then spoke.

Fang Yuan hurriedly responded, turned around and went to the small storage room at the other end, endured the musty smell that came to her nose, and really found a thicker wattle stick from the messy corn stalks, about a meter long, she pulled this wattle stick out of the middle of the corn stalks and gave it to Dai Xu: "Is this okay?" ”

Dai Xu looked back, nodded, took it, stretched the thorn stick into the depths of the hearth, and carefully pulled something out, because the size of the hearth mouth is limited after all, Dai Xu is tall and big, he squatted there, his knees against the ground, bent his waist, his posture looked a little uncomfortable, Fang Yuan couldn't see that he was trying to hook something from the hearth, but looking at his hunched appearance, it seemed quite inconvenient, so he went over and said to him: "Why don't you let me come!" I'm short, a little more convenient than you! ”

"No," Dai Xu looked up and waved his hand at her, "Gray." ”

After speaking, he continued to focus on hooking the contents of the hearth, but Fang Yuan suddenly had an indescribable feeling, although Dai Xu just said four simple words to her, "no" and "gray", but it made Fang Yuan feel as if a hot current suddenly surged in her heart, originally she didn't have too deep feelings about these, but recently, she felt more and more obviously that real care would not be packaged in gorgeous words, the more people who like to flaunt and like to confess, Often say more and do less, no matter how much enthusiastic verbal care and care, it is not as simple as the simple "no, gray" four words.

After a while, Dai Xu finally straightened up, took a breath, tilted his head and tried to wipe the sweat beads from the corners of his forehead with the sleeve of his T-shirt, it was hot summer, and the ventilation in the kitchen was not very good, and it was unusually stuffy, not to mention that a big man like him had to kneel on the ground and hunch over to take something out of the hearth.

Fang Yuan hurriedly went over and took out a tissue from his pocket, Dai Xu's two gloves were covered with dust and dirty, she didn't hand the tissue to Dai Xu's hand, but directly helped him wipe the sweat that had been running down his cheeks on his forehead, Dai Xu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fang Yuan, and suddenly smiled, although he didn't say anything, but judging from the expression and eyes on his face, his joy was from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Yuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, she felt that the simple care was better than the boastful talk on her lips, and she was a little more inexplicably moved in her heart, but she actually subconsciously made such a move that seemed a little too intimate, after coming back to her senses, she was a little embarrassed, and she clumped the sweated tissue in a ball, and she couldn't throw it away, so she stuffed it in her pocket, didn't look at Dai Xu, and shifted her gaze to the few things that Dai Xu had just taken out of the hearth.

The things on the ground are all black, and there is no complete shape, they are just burned to the point that Cai is not complete, Fang Yuan also squatted down to take a closer look, and found a slightly deformed, but in addition to the charcoal ash on it, you can also vaguely see a little pattern and letter metal buttons, a few pieces of fabric that have not been completely burned, one of which looks like the collar of a shirt, relatively thick, and a little checkered pattern can be vaguely seen on it, it is estimated that it is because the edging is relatively thick, That's why it wasn't burned clean, and there was a piece of cloth, which was supposed to be jeans or something, and the metal button was not on this dress. (To be continued......)