Hearing Li Yunbai's voice, Hong Qifeng and Liu Haoran hurriedly walked over and looked at what he was holding.

It was a brass amphora trophy, older but beautifully built.

The bottom of the trophy is engraved in regular script: "First Prize", and there is a row of small characters below: "The First State-owned Enterprise Literary and Art Competition of Binhai City", and the time is engraved at the bottom: "October 1985." ”

Liu Haoran said dumbly: "It's October 1985 again." ”

"More than that," Hong Qifeng said in a deep voice, "Did you find anything strange in the whole room?" ”

Liu Haoran and Li Yunbai were shocked when they heard him say this!

It wasn't dark when I first arrived, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with walking into this room.

Now that it was completely dark outside, the lights in the room had a dim glow, which did not make people feel very bright, but made the whole room feel dim and blurry.

Looking around the layout of this room, it is an old and oppressive atmosphere, especially a faint stench can be smelled between the snorts.

Thinking that there was still an old lady Han hanging here in the morning, Liu Haoran and Li Yunbai suddenly felt a little cold in their backs.

Li Yunbai looked at Hong Qifeng and asked tremblingly, "Hong, Team Hong······ You say weird······ What does that mean, exactly? ”

Hong Qifeng didn't notice their expressions and eyes.

While looking at the various books and crafts on the shelves, he said to himself, "This is a bit incredible, the time in this bedroom seems to have stopped in that year." ”

Liu Haoran also swallowed his saliva and asked, "Team Hong, we should all be loyal supporters of idealism, don't scare me." ”

"Say what?"

Hong Qifeng turned his head and found the strange expressions and stiff movements of the two young men.

"I mean, these things, including the décor and furnishings of the whole room, are very old ways and combinations," he explained, a little confused. These things with the year on them are all from 1985. What does this have to do with idealism? With that, he turned his head and carefully studied the contents of the bookshelf.

Liu Haoran and Li Yunbai glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Liu Haoran touched his heart, turned around and went to the living room and kitchen to check.

Li Yunbai coughed and walked over to help Hong Qifeng check those items together.

"That's true," Li Yunbai said, "I also discovered this problem just now, and everything here is indeed from 1985 or before 1985." ”

"Can Mrs. Han be so nostalgic?" Liu Haoran walked over from the kitchen again and asked across the Bogu frame.

"It should have some special commemorative significance." Hong Qifeng straightened up as he spoke: "Don't worry about these for the time being, it's not the most important thing we're looking for at the moment." ”

"Team Hong, why are you so sure that there was a second person here when Mrs. Han died?" Liu Haoran asked puzzled, "And we don't even know what we're looking for." ”

Hong Qifeng shook his head silently, and paused for a while before saying, "I just can't be sure that I came here to find it." ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the two young men, and found that they were both at a loss. Then he explained: "You say, according to common sense, what should we do next? ”

Li Yunbai quickly reacted and said: "The clue we had with Director He in the afternoon is: the rope used by the first deceased to hang himself is not ordinary, and there is a certain possibility that it was not owned by the deceased himself; ”

"Second, the fingerprints on the knife are those of the deceased's son, Han Sui, but the specific posture of holding the knife is not clear;"

"Thirdly, the shoes worn by the deceased at the time of death are not like the shoes that are usually worn at home."

After listing three points, he concluded: "Through these three points, we have reason to suspect that there was a second person at the scene at that time, or on that day, and this person is likely to be Han Sui. ”

"So we're going to ask Han Sui next?" Liu Haoran hurriedly asked.

"Very good," Hong Qifeng looked at the two young men with appreciation, and then said, "However, we don't have direct evidence now that Han Sui was at the scene. ”

"Isn't it okay to have fingerprints?" Liu Haoran asked.

"Fingerprints only prove that he came to this room, not the time."

Hong Qifeng said a key point, and added: "Obviously, if we rashly ask Han Sui at this time, he can stagger the timeline, then we may be surprised." ”

Liu Haoran and Li Yunbai nodded suddenly in realization.

It has long been rumored in the bureau that Hong Qifeng is steady and sophisticated, and never fights uncertain battles, which seems to be really worthy of his name.

Now that the target was determined, the three of them searched the room carefully.

Unfortunately, there is still nothing to be gained.

At this time, I suddenly heard a "meow", which was Mrs. Han's gray cat barking.

All three were startled, for the first time they had heard the gray cat bark.

Only then did they remember that they had been here for so long, and they had left the cat in the cage on the table and ignored it.

It is estimated that the cat was stuffy and hungry in the animal cage, so he couldn't help but bark.

"Let him out to breathe, right?" Li Yunbai said that he first came into contact with the gray cat.

Hong Qifeng glanced at the window and said, "Close the window first, and then let it out, don't run away when the time comes, it's not easy for us to catch it." ”

"Meow", after the gray cat was released, he did not run around, but squatted on the table and barked at the three of them again.

Li Yunbai looked at the cat and said, "It seems that it should be hungry, let alone it, I'm a little hungry." ”

Hearing him say this, Liu Haoran took out a few compressed biscuits from his pocket and handed them over to Hong Qifeng and Li Yunbai.

Li Yunbai was a little surprised: "You actually go out and bring dry food?" You're well prepared. ”

Liu Haoran said a little embarrassed: "The main thing is that I have a little low blood sugar, and if I make it outside, it will be more troublesome." ”

"Can't you see that a person as strong as you can have low blood sugar?" Li Yunbai said as he broke off a small piece of the biscuit and prepared to feed it to the cat.

"It doesn't matter if you're strong or not, okay?" Li Yunbai was noncommittal about this, and concentrated on handing the biscuits to the table in front of the gray cat.

The gray cat sniffed the cookie pieces, showed no interest, and looked up at them again.

"If you don't eat, you won't have to eat," Li Yunbai said to the gray cat, "We only have this." ”

After hearing this, the gray cat turned around, jumped off the table lightly, walked slowly into the kitchen, walked to a cabinet door and crouched, and began to meow again.

Hong Qifeng smiled and said: "This guy remembers where his own food is, you go and open the cabinet door, maybe there is its dinner inside." ”

When I opened the cabinet door, there was indeed cat food inside, and the amount was a bag of new cat food that had just been opened.

Liu Haoran dragged out a bag of cat food and prepared to pour it into the cat basin for the gray cat to eat. Suddenly, I found a note in the cat basin, and when I picked it up, it turned out to be a supermarket receipt.

He glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Found it!" ”

Dinner was very depressing, Han Sui basically didn't eat much, and Ren Xiaolin was embarrassed to feast in front of him. Only Han Mengmeng ate normally.

After eating, Ren Xiaolin tutored Han Mengmeng in her homework. Han Sui was left alone in the living room.

He picked up his mobile phone to make a call, and the number he had just dialed out suddenly hung up again.

Stood up, walked outside the balcony, closed the door between the balcony and the living room, and then took out the phone and dialed it again.

"Hello?" There was a deep voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm Han Sui."

"Well, I know. What's up? ”

"My mom is gone, you know?"

"What?" The voice was surprised, suddenly louder, and in an instant it returned to normal: "When?" ”

"It should have been three or four days ago."

"Should?"

"Today, someone from the Public Security Bureau came to me and said that she had been hanging herself in her house for several days."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Han Sui waited for a while and continued, "That matter, wait. I'll settle my mom first. ”

"It's okay," sighed on the other end of the phone, "if you need anything, just send me a message, and try to call at night." ”

"Okay, I know, then I'll hang up first." After Han Sui finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

As soon as he turned to face the living room, he was suddenly stunned.

Ren Xiaolin was standing in the living room looking at him!