After Lin Qiya left in Canghua Pond, the first batch of things sent by Canghua Pond all entered the space, and then every box entered the space.

It's really convenient for Lin Shuya to do things in the space, and now as long as it's something in the space, she can take it as she wants, it's just a matter of thought.

She built an archive-like room in the space, and then divided the data into sections according to the region.

Then each region was subdivided, because she only used to see it herself, so she used all those letters and numbers and everything, so that it was easy to classify and find things.

In the following days, as soon as she had time, she went into her study, entered the space without anyone disturbing her, and sorted all the materials according to her own ideas.

Although there was space to help, it took her almost ten days to get so much information.

After all, she usually has to hang out outside, so naturally she spends more time.

After she had put everything in order, she had a few more things in her hands that might have something to do with her father.

Lin Wenwen was holding the things that Lin Liya had put together in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the situation recorded in it was what they were looking for.

"So that 'Uncle Zhong' is really the second child of the Pang family."

"It should be, we have actually thought of this for a long time, but you look here, and here, it is obvious that there are more than one wave of people who followed Niang and Pang Lao Er at the beginning

And Pang Lao Er didn't know what method he used to make these followers think they were dead, so he had the opportunity to escape back to Yanglin City.

I felt like I was looking for a stand-in, so I paid special attention to the strange cases that arose along the way.

There was a fire here, and two people died in the fire, a man and a pregnant woman, and this combination is the same as that of the mother and the second child.

But whether this way is what Pang Lao Er wants, or whether those people really can't find anyone, it is unknown to go back to make a business in this way. ”

Lin Liya flipped through her analysis one by one to Lin Liwen, and Lin Liwen felt surprised while reading.

He had never thought that his life would be saved step by step by his mother and Pang Lao Er in this way, and in order to keep himself alive, it was possible for other innocent people to die.

"You're too obvious, didn't the final person think about the two of them at all?" Although Lin Luwen was shocked, his mind was still clear, and with such obvious evidence that Lin Luya came up with, if it was him, it was very likely that he would doubt the authenticity of the two dead people.

"No, it's not obvious at all, it's the closest I can find among the many possibilities, in fact, there are many places where there are multiple deaths.

It's just that those death cases all have some loopholes in my opinion.

I remember that there was a situation where two people were forced to jump off a cliff, and when they found the person, they couldn't tell who they were on their faces, but they could tell the difference in their clothes, which was a loophole.

If there are people who know them very well, the habit of dressing, or the style of clothing, may become a disadvantage for people to be recognized.

Of course, there are other cases of death involving pregnant women, but no matter how you look at it, it is not as likely as this back burn. ”

Lin Liya briefly told Lin Liwen what she found when she was looking for information before, and also made Lin Liwen white, and if she wanted the golden cicada to get out of her shell, she could only use fire.

"I still think it's just a simple fire, and it's unlikely that the person who is tracking will give up, unless there is something else we haven't found, such as someone to help them clean up after the fire, so that the person who tracks can finally decide that the person who burned to death is them." Lin Wenwen frowned, kept looking at the things in his hand, but he never thought of a reason.