"What?" Hong Qifeng was surprised: "Isn't she also an old employee of the fishing tackle factory?" ”

"yes, but that's when she moved in." Zhang Aping is sure: "As for why she moved here, I don't know." ”

"What year was that?"

"She's been living here for ten years."

"Ten years?" Hong Qifeng calculated: "That was 2007?" ”

"Yes, I remember the next year was the Xijing Olympics, and the radio here was promoted for many days." Zhang Aping replied in the affirmative.

Hong Qifeng nodded, paused for a while and asked, "Then what do you and Han Lao usually talk about?" ”

"Let's just talk about family life," Zhang Aping said, "Most of what she likes to talk about is her cat, and some needles and threads that she likes to tinker with, or knitted goods." ”

"Did she talk to you about her son?"

"I was about to tell you," Zhang Aping suddenly became a little excited: "She doesn't like to talk about her son the most, at first I saw her living alone, I always thought she had no children." Later, half a year later, a young man came to her, and I learned that she had a son. ”

Hong Qifeng asked, "Does her son often come to see her?" ”

"In the first few years, I came to see her occasionally, but I didn't come for a while and then left. In the next few years, there will be fewer of them, and I will see them once or twice a year at most. ”

Zhang Aping said quite puzzled: "After I know that she has a son, I sometimes want to talk to her about her son, after all, my son is an unfilial little bastard." But when I brought it up, she ignored me, every time. Gradually, I stopped mentioning it. ”

"Is there any contradiction between them?" Hong Qifeng was also puzzled.

"I don't know." Zhang Aping thought for a while and said: "But once her son came over, I heard her scolding him inside, scolding him very hard, saying something 'evil seed', what 'I want to vomit when I see you', alas, I really don't know what this child did to make his mother so angry." ”

Hong Qifeng looked at Zhang Aping suspiciously: "Then did her son refute it?" ”

"I haven't heard it, I really haven't heard her son talk back, I guess I know that I did something wrong."

Zhang Aping sighed, and then said: "Old Han is usually very gentle and very good, but when she scolds her son, she is really fierce." ”

Hong Qifeng nodded, said thank you, and turned around to go into Mrs. Han's room. Suddenly remembered it again and asked, "Eldest sister, do you usually see her cat a lot?" ”

"I often see it," Zhang Aping replied casually, "that cat, she often jumps from the window of her house, walks around the street, and then goes back to the door of her room to scratch the door." ”

Saying that, Zhang Aping pointed to the bottom of the door: "No, then she simply found someone to install a cat hole, and the cat could go home by itself." ”

Hong Qifeng didn't have anything to ask, thanked him again, and slowly walked towards Mrs. Han's room before her death.

Han Sui and Ren Xiaolin sat face to face on the sofa.

"Your mother, really hanged?" Ren Xiaolin asked nervously.

"The people from the Public Security Bureau said that she was hanged," Han Sui looked weak: "When I left her that day, she was fine." It should be that after listening to what I said, she couldn't accept it. ”

"It's not so unbearable." Ren Xiaolin said: "Did you do something excessive to stimulate her?" Or why can't she think about it so much? ”

Han Sui shook his head and stopped talking.

Han Mengmeng quietly walked out of the room, looked at her parents, and wanted to say anything but didn't dare to say anything. Ren Xiaolin glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and still said to her: "Your grandmother has passed away, and I am discussing with you how to deal with the aftermath." ”

Han Mengmeng nodded, didn't react much, turned around and entered his room again.

Ren Xiaolin muttered: "Why is this kid not sad at all?" ”

"Can't blame her," Han Sui sighed: "My mother didn't take her much in the first place." ”

When Ren Xiaolin heard this, she felt sad for a while, and held Han Sui's hand: "Don't be sad, birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, let's discuss how to deal with your mother's funeral." ”

"How can we discuss it? The person is still at the forensic center. ”

"Didn't you hang yourself? Why is it still there? Ren Xiaolin asked with a little surprise.

"I said that there are still some formalities to be done, so let me come back and wait for news."

"So you're just going to wait?"

"I'll go to the Public Security Bureau again tomorrow to ask." Han Sui said.

In Mrs. Han's house, there is still a strong smell that has not dissipated.

Hong Qifeng and the three of them all put on masks and gloves and looked around the room, it was already close to evening, because it was summer and the light in the room was still good.

Hong Qifeng returned to the roof beam where Mrs. Han was hanged at that time, and looked at it again and again. Liu Haoran saw him look at Fang Liang so seriously, and asked Li Yunbai: "What is Team Hong looking at?" ”

Li Yunbai glanced at Hong Qifeng and said to Liu Haoran: "Tsk, you don't understand this, our Hong team should be repeating the case." ”

"A repeat?"

"You see, Team Hong is standing there, it must be in his mind, assuming the possibilities of Mrs. Han when she is dying. For example: does this old lady Han throw the rope up first and then tie the fisherman's knot, or tie the knot first and then throw it up, or does she throw it from the left side of the beam to the right, or from the right to the left, or ······"

"Come on, you," Liu Haoran interrupted him dissatisfiedly: "What are you talking nonsense about?" What does this have to do with the case? ”

"Hey, don't believe it," Li Yunbai raised his voice: "Does Holmes know?" What the great detective pays attention to is the reasoning of the case, what is the reasoning of the case, is to eliminate every impossible reason, and in the end there is only one left, even if it is unbelievable, it can only be the only truth! ”

"Look at what you can." Hong Qifeng became more and more energetic when he heard Li Yunbai speak, and couldn't help but speak: "But there is one thing you said is very close. ”

Li Yunbai looked proud, raised his eyebrows at Liu Haoran, and asked, "Team Hong, what point did I say close?" ”

"This beam is a bit high, with Mrs. Han's height, it's really not so easy to throw the rope over." Hong Qifeng compared the height of the beams.

"She can stand on a chair and throw it over." Liu Haoran pointed to the table next to him and said.

"But isn't it strange that the shoes she wore with dirty soles didn't leave any marks on the chair?" Hong Qifeng shook his head and said, "Unless ······"

"Unless she has something on the chair?" Li Yunbai hurriedly replied: "This can also explain why after she dies, her feet will be some distance from the chair!" ”

Hong Qifeng nodded: "There is this possibility, but what is the cushion?" Why is there no trace at all? ”

"Could it be a big block of ice?" Liu Haoran asked: "It melted later, so we can't see it now?" ”

"You are stupid," Li Yunbai slapped Liu Haoran's arm: "Such a large piece of ice melted water traces, Director He will not be able to find it?" ”

Liu Haoran touched his arm and was speechless.

Hong Qifeng felt like he had walked into that dead end again. So he shook his head and said, "We'll think about this later, and now we'll find out." ”

"Looking for what?" Liu Haoran and Li Yunbai asked in unison.

"Look at Mrs. Han when she was dying, whether there was any trace of a second person present."

By this time, the sun had set, and the light in the room was gradually dimming.

Liu Haoran turned on the main light in the room, and the whole room was immediately filled with pale yellow light, which looked very warm.

Taking advantage of the warm light, Hong Qifeng took a closer look at the room again, which was a typical apartment-style house, with the kitchen and living room connected to the dining room, and the living room and dining room on the other side also leaning against the bedroom.

The bedroom is separated from the living room by a set of bookcases in the style of Bogu shelves.

Hong Qifeng walked to the bookcase and found that there were many small knitted items, as Zhang Aping said, Mrs. Han liked these knitted items very much.

And it can be seen that her hands are very skillful, and some of the weaving products are more delicate than those bought and sold in the market.

Just as Hong Qifeng was fascinated by the study of these hand-woven products, Liu Haoran spoke: "Team Hong, you come to see this." ”

Hong Qifeng looked for prestige, and Liu Haoran held a photo frame on the bedside table in the bedroom.

Hong Qifeng and Li Yunbai approached, only to see that it was a photo of an old girl.

The girl in the photo is wearing a white dress, and even though the whole photo is a little yellowed and old, you can still see the girl's youthful demeanor.

Li Yunbai glanced at the person in the photo and asked, "This is Mrs. Han?" ”

Hong Qifeng nodded: "It should be what she looked like when she was young." ”

Liu Haoran exclaimed: "Mrs. Han was a beauty when she was young. As he spoke, he turned the photo frame over, and suddenly a line of words was written on it: "Han Tongyue, October 1985." ”

Liu Haoran nodded and said: "This is really a photo of Mrs. Han before, I have seen it in her file, and her real name is Han Tongyue." ”

"That's a nice name."

Li Yunbai looked around the entire bedroom as he spoke: there were several paintings and a few other photos of Han Tongyue on the wall, and he looked back at the Bogu shelf along the wall, on which there were some books and handicrafts in addition to knitting.

In the top slot, there is a trophy.

Li Yunbai put his feet down to reach the trophy, lowered his head and looked at it repeatedly.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Team Hong, I have a discovery!" ”