Seeing the young man's gloomy look, Ding Yong's heart couldn't help but soften.

This is a child who is extremely lacking in father's love, and it is clear that his father must be a great hero in his mind.

Thinking of this, Ding Yong couldn't help but smile and said, "Then, can you tell your uncle, who is your father?" Maybe my uncle still knows him. ”

"Really?"

Wei Qixian looked at Ding Yong excitedly, "My dad is my dad, my mother calls him Wei Shangguan, and I will call him dad." ”

Ding Yong: "What's the name?" It's clearly a position. ”

Knowing that he couldn't ask anything from the young man's mouth, Ding Yong dispelled his thoughts.

Then he asked, "Do you remember the way home?" ”

Wei Qixian thought about it seriously before saying, "It's too far away, I don't know how to go back." ”

Ding Yong: "Tell me which city, which street, and what number does your family live in?" ”

Wei Yixian said: "My home is in the west wing of Fuguili in Langjun Hutong, West Fourth Street, Tiandu. ”

Although the child is not very old, he is still very familiar with the city and street where he lives.

After getting this information, Ding Yong said: "Okay, when this is done, my uncle will send you home to find your mother." ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

The boy thanked him politely.

……

When Ding Yong and others cleaned up the scene and took the teenager back to Fuguili, Langjun Hutong, West Fourth Street, Tiandu, they found that the body of the teenager's mother had been air-dried.

The faint smell mixed with the strong smell of perfume choked everyone to sneeze.

This scene is disgusting.

And Wei Qixian looked at the dried corpse on the bed, howled and fainted.

Ding Yong asked the boy to be taken out, and they looked for clues inside.

Unfortunately, no useful information was found from the crowd.

It was still a young man who was doing a task for the first time in Anchang Security Company, and suddenly pointed to a black and white photo of a woman and said that he felt that there was something strange there.

The photo is actually very ordinary, just an ordinary four-inch black and white photo.

Judging by the degree of yellowing, it is a pity that this photograph is some years old.

The photo shows a young woman wearing a cheongsam.

The woman's appearance is not very stunning, but the more attractive kind.

There was a mole on the corner of the woman's lips, and if I read it correctly, it was the person on the bed who looked like when he was younger.

Without waiting for Ding Yong to speak, Zhao Lianzhou ordered someone to take down the photo.

When they took the picture down, the crowd couldn't help but look at the young man who was speaking.

Because, the wall behind the photo is no different from the rest of the place, the only difference is that it is cleaner.

But the young man was not nervous, and walked forward.

Neither Zhao Yuzhou nor Ding Yong stopped him, silently observing his movements.

The young man reached out and pulled a dagger from his bosom, carefully drawing a square line identical to the photograph along the edge of the trail left by the photograph.

After the dagger had circled the photograph mark, the young men put away the dagger and pried it with their small fingernails.

The next moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but widen as they looked at the place that had been pried open.

Because, there is a box about the size of a photograph there.

The young man carefully took out the box to make sure that there was nothing else inside, and then turned back to the group.

Zhao Yuzhou glanced at Ding Yong, who bowed slightly, and he ordered the young man to open the box.

With a serious expression, the young man used a dagger to pick open the old-fashioned lock on the box and gently lifted the lid of the box, revealing something inside.

What caught my eye was an unsealed envelope, and it was very old.

The young man stretched out his hand and was about to take it out, but was slapped away by Li Yanfei on the side: "Okay, go back." ”