"So, you want to entrust me with the investigation of your mother's death?" Dafang looked at the somewhat thin girl in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Professor." The girl named Zhang Nian, holding the teacup in both hands, sat cowardly opposite Dafang, nodded and replied.

"From what you just said, you can only say that your mother has been missing for ten years, and you can't be sure if she is dead, so how do you know for sure?" Dafang took a sip of the teacup and looked at the girl who had been careful from the beginning.

After Dafang brought the two into his office, he invited them to sit down, ready to listen carefully to the girl's commission, if it was really like Li Qingfang said that human life was at stake, then he was naturally willing to help them once.

However, Li Qingfang seemed to be unable to sit still, just sat down before Dafang, and began to help pour tea and water, as if she was a hostess, she had already found the kitchen, ready to give Dafang Zhang Luo dinner, the little girl felt that since Dafang lived alone, the food was definitely not very good, she wanted to save love through the curve, and use cooking skills to capture the heart of this mature (old) man.

Even Da Hei's first feeding was through Li Qingfang's hands, but Da Hei was too ugly, and the girl didn't mean to touch its dog's head.

And Da Hei seems to be very good at serving, just have something to eat, after eating it and lie on the ground like a five-body throw, with its pair of convex prismatic eyes to look at the two girls in front of him, but the beautiful girl is not what it cares, what Da Hei really cares about is actually the few pastries on the table.

Zhang Nian sat on the sofa and whispered to Dafang about his troubles, or commission, until Dafang didn't understand it until just now, the girl named Zhang Nian in front of him, her mother disappeared when she was a child, and the girl's father seemed to know the reason, but he never revealed it to him.

And when Zhang Nian grows up, because of the lack of maternal love since childhood, it inevitably causes some weak and cautious personalities, but the corresponding girl's mind is also more careful than that of ordinary children of the same age.

Yes, very meticulous and very smart, although Zhang Nian has been carefully hiding himself, but this is meaningless to a pair of three hundred and twenty-eight-year-old eyes, this Zhang Nian is even smarter than Li Qingfang, an extremely smart little girl.

Li Qingfang is very smart, very bold, very lively, and very confident, and there are almost no negative emotions that are common in ordinary people in her, which is why this girl can sit in the university lecture hall at the age of sixteen.

Li Qingfang is a smart girl, but she is still not a genius, Professor Dafang has his own set of extremely objective classification system for this, although it seems disrespectful to classify people, but Professor Dafang never considers these.

The general direction of "people's words are not enough" has always been implemented in this way.

If Li Qingfang is a smart person among smart people, then this Zhang Nian is a genius in the eyes of Dafang.

It is precisely because Zhang Nian has far beyond ordinary people's observation, attention, and analytical skills that she gradually realizes that her mother is actually dead, and she suspects that her father is the real murderer.

Although Zhang Nian didn't say this suspicion, this is what Dafang heard.

So after getting this terrible conclusion, Zhang Nian, who had never had much sense of security, became more and more insecure, so she found her real good friend, a person who would never be jealous of her genius and wisdom, Li Qingfang.

In order to pursue generosity, the persistent Li Qingfang asked everything she could hear about generosity through various channels, of course, one of the main sources of information was Wang Chen.

Naturally, I have long learned about Professor Dafang's other profession, detective.

And so it all fell into place.

"That's what I overheard just now, because there is a class in the evening, so I went home early today, I saw two liquor bottles on the dinner table, he almost never drinks, so he must be drunk, I heard him talking in the room, and I listened for a while, because I couldn't hear clearly through the door, but I knew he must be repenting." Zhang Nian said with certainty.

This kind of speculation can never be used as evidence, but because of Zhang Nian's words, the other party's evaluation in Dafang's heart has dropped a notch.

"This does not prove that your mother is dead, let alone who the murderer is." Dafang shook his head.

"I know what you're saying, and I have other evidence." Zhang Nian didn't seem to find the things that most ordinary people have, which she hated very much, in the professor in front of her, who was also a famous professor on campus, but was really discussing with her on an equal footing.

For Zhang Nian, this is a very precious and cherished process, just as precious as the feeling of being unburdened when she was with Li Qingfang. Therefore, Zhang Nian slowly began to show some hidden self-confidence, which really reflected the desire to communicate, although she didn't know that her performance had made Dafang's evaluation of her decline in her heart.

Zhang Nian slowly put down the cup that had been held by her since the beginning, and then leaned back, as if he had found a comfortable posture for himself, and then uncharacteristically used a very calm attitude, saying: "Professor, I suspect that he is the murderer of my mother, and there is a reason. ”

Dafang watched her movements and didn't speak, just nodded and waited for her next step.

"Whenever I ask my mother in front of him, his eyes get very complicated, but I can see that it is a look of regret, even remorse, don't doubt my ability to observe, I have been smarter than ordinary people since I was a child, much smarter, and this is enough for me to perceive something deeper."

Dafang was still expressionless, and he was never willing to express his opinion on speculation.

"Every year on the 26th of November, he locks himself in the house, and every time he can faintly hear crying, today is the tenth time, I actually ...... Actually, I heard the words 'I', 'damn' and 'I'm sorry'. ”

Speaking of this, it seemed that the insecurity was diluted by generosity, and suddenly crawled back to Zhang Nian's body, she moved her body very uneasily, and changed back to her previous cowardly state, looking at Dafang's eyes, there was a faint look of help.

"I want to know, what do you think of your own father?" Dafang didn't answer him directly, but watched Zhang Nian ask his own question, and he also highlighted the six words "your own father".

"Cowardly, useless, stupid, never summarized, anyway, he has almost everything about the shortcomings of ordinary people." Zhang Nian did not hide her disgust in the slightest.

Li Qingfang looked at Zhang Nian with some concern, she knew that she had always regarded herself as a professor and was generous, and she would never like to look at the students in the school and evaluate her father like this.

Sure enough, Li Qingfang guessed correctly.

"In that case, then I suggest you go to the police." Dafang said in a flat tone, obviously preparing to send off the guests.

"Why?" Zhang Nian suddenly shouted in surprise.

"I'm not wrong, for most people in the world, including the people I will face after you call the police! The average person never even knows how to listen! Zhang Nian's tone was as excited as if he had been betrayed.

Dafang knows the origin of Zhang Nian's emotions very well, in fact, there are few people in this world who can understand the creature of "genius" better than him.

Zhang Nian, who was lonely because of his genius and no mother's love, suddenly met a generous professor who could communicate on an equal footing, or to put it more correctly, an inconsequential professor who would not ridicule, ridicule, and envy himself like ordinary people, and who would not talk nonsense, who was very "safe" and knew how to listen.

A heartfelt desire arises spontaneously.

Yes, those who know how to listen, because in the eyes of geniuses, most people are fools who can't even listen, and our generous professor certainly does not have this example.

However, Dafang's refusal was like a betrayal, which instantly stabbed Zhang Nian, so he was indignant and unavoidable.

In fact, if you change the occasion or change the argument, Dafang will be very patient to talk to this smart girl, he has always been very patient with honest children.

But the word "sincerity" obviously can't include such an evaluation of his parents, but the loneliness of geniuses, who can understand it except for generosity?

So Dafang is not blaming the other party, but he is also reluctant to take over.

"Professor, you can help her, okay. Xiao Nian is very pitiful. Li Qingfang pleaded with Dafang in an almost pleading tone.

Dafang glanced at Li Qingfang, who rarely called himself by the word "professor", he remembered that fifty years ago, there was a kind and lively black-haired girl like Li Qingfang, and Li Qingfang asked for himself like now, and that girl was Li Qingfang's grandmother, and that time Dafang nodded.

So this time he generously decided to give Zhang Nian another chance.

"I'll ask you one more question." looked at Zhang Nian generously.

Zhang Nian wiped the tears that had fallen from the corners of his eyes and looked up at Dafang.

"Do you want your own father to be a murderer?" Dafang asked so bluntly.

Zhang Nian turned his head, looked out with reddened eyes, pouted and whispered, "Who would hope so much." ”

After hearing this, Dafang smiled lightly: "Okay, I took this commission." ”