The old blacksmith was uneducated, his writing was ugly, and his pen was like a tree branch. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Music + Essay + Novel w.xs520.

And, I don't know why, he has a habit, that is, when he writes points, he always starts from the top right and closes the pen from the bottom left, which is just the opposite of normal people's writing.

Mo Rufeng taught him several times, asking him to start from the left and write from the right down, but he always couldn't learn.

The only person who knows the writing habits of the old blacksmith is Mo Rufeng, and others will not imitate it.

And now, the word "Wen" in the newspaper, the point on it, is written in this way.

So, this word must have been left by the old blacksmith.

Mo Rufeng carefully folded the newspaper and put it in his pocket.

The yard is still littered with extinguished coals, as well as baggage and brocade, Mo Rufeng knows that it is used to wrap the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife, which he has seen during the Spring Festival.

He put away the baggage and brocade, and then called "110" to call the police.

Before waiting for the police to arrive, he found the old lady's torn dough and carefully pasted her back. His movements were gentle, as if his mother could still feel the pain.

There was a major criminal case, and the town's police station responded very quickly, and half an hour later, a large number of police came to the scene, they took pictures, and questioned Mo Rufeng. Mo Rufeng answered the police's questioning truthfully, but he skipped the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife and did not say the blood words left by the old blacksmith.

He didn't even mention the phone call from Bai Menglou that he had overheard.

Because from a legal point of view, it is illegal evidence and will not be used in court, and besides, the phone call is vague and lacks direct connection with the case here, and it does not prove anything.

But the voice from the bugging device echoed in his ears: "Find a way to get that knife immediately!" There can be no more problems! ”

What kind of knife is that knife? Could it be the Zhenyuan Treasure Knife?

He was determined to find the killer himself.

It was not until the next morning that the work of the police came to an end, and they determined that it was a premeditated group crime. They left with the remains of the old blacksmith couple, who needed to be autopsied for evidence.

Mo Rufeng didn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it, he knew some of the police procedures for handling cases. It's just that before the old couple was carried away, he wiped their faces clean with a hot towel. He rubbed it carefully, as if they were still alive.

When the police and onlookers left, he closed the gate of the courtyard and sat alone on the threshold.

Tears finally welled up.

Mo Rufeng just sat dumbfounded.

I don't know how long it took, but a few hens were pacing around the yard, making a few "clucking" sounds from time to time, probably not understanding why their owners didn't feed them today.

He finally stood up, but because he had stood for too long, his legs were numb, and he almost fell down the moment he stood up. He held on to the door frame and paused for a moment before his legs regained sensation.

He picked up a broom and cleaned the yard like his mother had done.

He put in order the old blacksmith's stove, hammer, and billet for striking iron, which he knew were his father's treasures, and that they had accompanied him for almost all his life.

He washed his mother's basket and hung it by the window outside the kitchen, just like he had done before.

After that, he took out the grains and scattered them on the ground for the chickens to eat, knowing that his mother was kind and did not want to see his chickens starving. The chickens, unaware of the death of their owners, happily ate the grains.

When he reached the door of the utility room, he stopped.

The door of the utility room is closed, and there is a New Year's picture pasted on the door, which depicts Guan Erye of the prancing horse with a horizontal knife.

Guan Erye stepped across the red rabbit horse, holding the green dragon glaive knife, majestic, like the god of war.

In the past, New Year's pictures were pasted every year during the Spring Festival, but the old blacksmith never pasted the utility room. During the Spring Festival last year, Mo Rufeng found that the door of the utility room was also pasted with a New Year's painting, which was the murderous Guan Erye. Moreover, Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue knife drew a circle with a pencil.

Scenes of the past came to his mind.

When Mo Rufeng was young, the old blacksmith prepared toys or something delicious for Mo Rufeng, and never handed them over to Mo Rufeng directly, he always hid them, and then left some clues for Mo Rufeng to find by himself.

For the first time, the old blacksmith sharpened a wooden sword for him, then hid it, and asked Mo Rufeng to find it himself. Mo Rufeng couldn't find it everywhere, until he saw a painting on the wall, which depicted Zhao Zilong Changbanpo Savior. Zhao Zilong put Adou in his arms, holding a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, fighting among the enemy army. Mo Rufeng noticed that Zhao Zilong's sword was drawn in a circle with a pencil.

That circle has never been seen before!

Mo Rufeng walked up to the painting and tore it open, revealing the delicate wooden sword hidden inside.

At that time, Mo Rufeng was six years old.

In the years that followed, the father and son kept playing this game of "hiding" and "finding", and there were many times when even the old lady didn't know, which became a tacit understanding and a secret between the father and son.

Today, on the door of the utility room, Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue Knife was also marked.

Mo Rufeng did not hesitate to tear open the New Year's painting.

The wooden board under the New Year's painting is obviously replaced, and the wood is newer than the original door panel. He tapped lightly a few times, and an empty sound came out.

He took a knife and pried it along the edge of the newly replaced plank, and soon a rectangular plank was pried up.

An antique treasure knife is revealed!

Zhenyuan Treasure Knife! The real Zhenyuan Treasure Knife!

Mo Rufeng held the treasure knife in his hand and had mixed feelings.

Although the old blacksmith has spent his whole life in this mountain village, doing farm work, he is meticulous. If he can imitate a treasure sword, he can imitate a second and a third!

Where did those people think that what they had worked so hard to snatch was still a copy, and the real "Zhenyuan" treasure knife had always been in the hands of the old blacksmith!

Of course, they would not have thought that an old blacksmith in a mountain village would actually plan in advance to deal with those who coveted the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife. Although they killed the old blacksmith and his wife, they did not achieve their goal.

Of course, Mo Rufeng knew that the old blacksmith's original intention would never be to keep this treasure knife for himself, he just wanted to keep it for the time being, and wait for the opportunity to return it to the museum!

Mo Rufeng put the pried wooden board back on, and then pasted the New Year's picture.

He then found a brown bag from the utility room for a fishing rod. He loved fishing back then, and once bought a retractable fishing rod, which later broke, but the bag has been hanging here.

He shook off the dust from the bag and put the "Zhenyuan" treasure knife inside. After doing all this, he walked out with the bag.