The high courtyard wall of the courtyard is full of creepers, giving people a depressing and gloomy feeling.

Although Mo Yanfei passed by every day, he never paid attention to the owner of this courtyard.

The yard is overgrown with weeds and debris piled up in a mess, and it can be seen that the owner is not very diligent.

The door of the main house was open, Zheng Yong held the darts in both hands, looked in cautiously, turned back to Mo Yanfei and said, "There is no one in the hall." ”

Mo Zhiyuan grabbed Mo Yanfei, "Zheng Yong and I will go in first, and you will stay at the door." ”

Mo Yanfei nodded. She watched her father and Zheng Yong enter the inner room to the east, and slowly walked into the hall.

The furnishings in the hall are simple, and although there is not a trace of dust on the tables and chairs, it gives people a sense of loneliness.

Mo Yanfei walked to the door of the east room and leaned in to look inside.

It was a bedroom with a kang table on the kang and a male corpse lying in the middle of the ground.

Mo Yanfei frowned and muttered, "Why are there so many murders recently." ”

Zheng Yong glanced back at Mo Yanfei, "What a homicide, this is obviously a suicide." ”

"Suicide?" Mo Yanfei pouted, "Will you commit suicide in the middle of the house if you commit suicide?" Normal people who don't find a comfortable place to die more comfortably. ”

Zheng Yong scratched his head, "His upper jaw was obviously pierced, there were traces of gunpowder in his mouth, and the angle of the gun was very low, so he must have bit the barrel of the gun with his mouth." ”

"Does that mean he committed suicide?" Mo Yanfei said and walked into the house.

Zheng Yong's eyes narrowed, "Aren't these enough?" Who would let someone put a loaded pistol in their mouth and not resist at all? ”

"How do you know he's not resisting?" Mo Yanfei asked rhetorically.

Zheng Yong explained: "It's common sense, you can see that there are no scars on his hands and face; The clothes are not messy; The furnishings in the house have not moved. ”

Mo Yanfei ignored Zheng Yong, she squatted down to observe the corpse.

The deceased had gray hair and should have been around seventy years old. The body was curled up, the eyes were wide open, and the dull gaze was full of horror. The corners of his mouth and chin were stained with dried blood, as well as a puddle of blood on the dark red floor tiles.

His right hand hung over his bent knee, his fingers parted, and a revolver fell next to the corpse.

Zheng Yong thought for a while, "This person has to die for more than half a day, let me tell you, this is the gunshot I heard last night." He was in the house, so what we heard outside wasn't very loud. ”

"Did you hear gunshots last night?" Mo Zhiyuan asked, "What time is it?" ”

"When I picked up Xiaofei last night, it was ten minutes and five o'clock." Zheng Yong replied.

Mo Zhiyuan was thoughtful.

Mo Yanfei glanced up at the light bulb hanging from the roof of the shed, and muttered, "The light is still on?" ”

She got up suddenly, "Er Yong, look at what is going on with this lamp." ”

Zheng Yong didn't know why, and raised his head: "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Yanfei quickly put his finger into Zheng Yong's mouth.

Zheng Yong just opened his mouth slightly, and Mo Yanfei's fingers hit his teeth.

He waved Mo Yanfei's hand away and shouted, "Are you sick?" Just finished touching the dead man touching me. ”

Mo Yanfei grinned: "I didn't touch the dead, I never touched the dead." ”

Mo Zhiyuan said on the side: "Don't make trouble, call Song Jia over." ”

After Mo Zhiyuan finished speaking, he began to check the desk under the window.

There are a few old copies of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Romance of the Gods" on the desk, and a few open letters are placed next to the blank stationery.

Mo Zhiyuan flipped through it casually, and a letter that was not packed into an envelope caught his attention.

Dear Mr. Chen, I will visit the house at 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the 12th to discuss investment matters and settle the money in Lili.

Mo Yanfei's head poked over, "The 12th is yesterday." ”

"Hmm." Mo Zhiyuan said, "I saw an old woman walking out of this courtyard when I got off work yesterday. ”

Mo Yanfei blinked, "If the gunshots I and I heard came from this room, then the woman you saw would be very suspicious." ”

Mo Zhiyuan nodded, "Yes, but although the old woman walks slowly, she doesn't look old." ”

Mo Yanfei's eyes lit up, "Someone is disguised as an old woman." ”

At this time, a patrol officer walked in, saw the situation, and hurriedly said: "Director, I'll go to the bureau and call the detectives over." ”

Mo Yanfei glanced around the room again and muttered, "This Mr. Chen doesn't have much money, why kill him?" ”

Mo Zhiyuan glanced at the corpse and said to Mo Yanfei: "Girl, people can't be good-looking. This Mr. Chen Shoukang used to be the editor-in-chief of Fengcheng Daily. He was also a figure back then, he has always been diligent and thrifty, and he should have accumulated some family funds in those years. ”

Mo Yanfei went to look at the corpse carefully, the dark gray tunics on his body had been washed white and worn. He was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, and his toes were badly worn, and the gray-white socks were faintly visible.

Zheng Yong was puzzled, "Is this old man gambling or has his investment failed?" How can an editor-in-chief have such a shabby life. ”

Mo Zhiyuan said slowly: "I haven't heard of him gambling, his personality dictates it, he has always been very frugal." ”

Mo Yanfei sighed: "This is a typical miser. ”

Zheng Yong pursed his lips, "If people live to this point, what does it mean to be rich." ”

Mo Yanfei looked at the furniture in the house, "Now we need to study where his family is hidden to see if it has been stolen." If it is not stolen, it is necessary to inquire about the heirs of his estate, and the biggest beneficiary is also the biggest suspect. ”

Zheng Yong scratched his head again, "Xiao Fei, is it so simple for you to solve the case?" ”

Mo Yanfei looked proud, "It's as simple as that." ”

Mo Zhiyuan coughed lightly, "Xiao Fei, we need to ask the woman who ran out just now." ”

"yes, I know." Mo Yanfei smiled, "Dad, I want to see where he hid the money first." ”

Mo Zhiyuan was helpless, "Looking for property can only be done when my colleagues are present." Fortunately, Zheng Yong is not an outsider, so he should pay more attention to what he says in the future. ”

Zheng Yongle said, "It's okay, I know Xiao Fei, although she loves money, she never takes anyone else's except for the fourth master's things." ”

Zheng Yong's explanation made Mo Zhiyuan even more embarrassed.

Mo Yanfei didn't care, "Since we can't hunt for treasures, let's go ask the woman first." ”

The three of them walked out of the house, and the woman had been led into the courtyard by the patrolman, and she was sitting on the steps, still muttering and complaining.

Sun Hongwen and Song Jia, as well as other agents in the bureau, happened to walk into the courtyard.

When Song Jia saw Mo Yanfei, she didn't mention how blocked it was.

Mo Yanfei turned a blind eye to Song Jia, smiled and said to Sun Hongwen: "Yo, Sheriff Sun personally leads the team." ”

Sun Hongwen smiled at her and asked Mo Zhiyuan, "Director Mo, did you arrive first?" ”