The two parked their cars at the intersection in front of Ho Kee Noodle Shop, and their vision was the same as that of the oil painting.

He Yuanyuan's choice of this angle may represent a choice for him, that is, what he should do when his adoptive mother and sister disappear.

Of course, from the point of view of the painting, his choice is the tree, to end the hatred.

The purpose of Ran Xiaoke and Zhao Yixin's trip is to verify their assumptions.

They were standing in front of the car, and the small hill was not far away, and a crooked tree was clearly growing. Perhaps, the childhood He Yuan took his sister to play here, climbed the tree to pick fruits, and fished for tadpoles in the river under the tree...... Here are his best memories, lying under the trees, you can see the blue sky cloudless, the breeze blowing, the stream clear and refreshing......

However, everything is gone...... With the arrival of that wagon. The sky became overcast and gloomy.

He Yuanyuan's heart had to be filled, and it was filled in the place where he remembered the most, that was in that tree, his childhood paradise.

The two walked up along the small ditch on the side of the road, and the ears of wheat in the rice field next to them were already yellowing, and the breeze caressed the waves of wheat from far and near...... The small hill was on the other side of the river, less than a meter above the river, and the two of them found a high place and jumped low and jumped over it easily. It is conceivable that when He Yuanyuan and his sister crossed the river when they were young, they had to roll up their trouser legs, wade through the river, and hold small hands with big hands......

The climb up the hill was not without much effort, and it was easy for the two of them to come to the crooked tree.

It's a little thicker and a little taller than it looks from a distance. Some of the bark on the main trunk has fallen off, revealing a round trunk, and the branches and leaves are still relatively lush, lush, Ran Xiaoke looked at the canopy very seriously, and made sure that there was nothing to lose the task, even if it was really a fruit!

Could it be that the oil painting was really just He Yuanyuan's imagination? Doesn't it make any other practical sense?

Ran Xiaoke thought to himself, impossible! He Yuan painted like that, there must be his reasons. He pondered......

Suddenly, Zhao Yixin shouted: "In the soil under the tree!" ”

Ran Xiaoke lowered his head and looked at the place where Zhao Yixin was pointing.

There were even cracks in the dry soil, and in a crack near the roots of a tree, a few small clear glass drug-style things leaked out.

Ran Xiaoke bent down, changed a few squatting places, and carefully examined it for a while. raised his head, took out a cigarette, handed one to Zhao Yixin, and said, "Notify the comrades who are investigating the scene to come over......

In about 20 minutes, the comrades who investigated the scene arrived, and first photographed the location of the hill in the distance, and photographed the creek and the road, including the tree, of course; and took a full picture of the hill at close range; I also took a close-up near the roots of the tree; A few photos of clear glass bottles sandwiched between the cracks were taken. Then he carefully used tweezers to clip out the small glass transparent bottle.

"1 bottle, 2 bottles, 3 bottles, 4 bottles", Zhao Yixin counted beside him, "exactly 4 bottles, master"

Ran Xiaoke put on gloves, took a bottle from the clip of the comrades investigating the scene, raised it and looked at it carefully, one left ear!

The other three bottles contained the organs taken by the victims in the other three cases.......

It's all soaked in a clear liquid, if nothing else, formalin.