Zhang Leifeng walked around the store, and finally returned to the front door of the store and stopped.

Two old wooden doors stood in front of them, the paint on the wooden doors had already peeled off, and the remaining seals were no longer legible.

When Fan Miaomiao was just about to speak, Zhang Leifeng stretched out his hand and prompted, "Shhhhhhhh ”

Fan Miaomiao rolled her eyes at him, this guy started to do this again.

Da-da-da-da!

A man walked out of the restaurant next to him, he looked at Zhang Leifeng and the two of them with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" asked Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng didn't pay attention to him, but continued to observe at the door.

"The store has long since closed." The man continued.

"Would you like something to eat? I've got everything here. ”

Zhang Leifeng suddenly turned to look at him: "Please close your mouth, OK?" He scolded angrily.

The man sneered and waved his hand disdainfully: "Sick." He yelled and returned to his shop.

Zhang Leifeng saw him leave and turned around, holding his chin with his hand and carefully examining the door.

Fan Miaomiao felt incredible standing behind him, what was there to see about such a broken door?

Zhang Leifeng clapped his hand and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, swept it from the top to the bottom of the door, and finally stood up straight and nodded: "I'll just say something wrong." He muttered.

"It's just a door, what's wrong? Even if there were, I just don't think it's a good fit for the current era. Fan Miaomiao replied.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that right, but that the door was pushed open after the seal was affixed." Zhang Leifeng replied.

"Huh?" Fan Miaomiao exclaimed, in her opinion, no one would go to the room where someone had ever died, and it was impossible for anyone to dare to push open the door with the seal.

Zhang Leifeng pointed to the lower end of the wooden door: "What is the difference between the two doors?" He asked Fan Miaomiao.

She leaned over and looked down for a long time and didn't see anything wrong, and shook her head at Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng took a deep breath: "There is a footprint under the dust here that was left three months ago. ”

Fan Miaomiao was even more puzzled, and asked: "There are footprints, but how do you know that they were left three months ago?" And even if there are footprints at the door, then maybe someone else is just standing outside the door and strolling around, how do you know that it must be entering the room. ”

Zhang Leifeng answered Fan Miaomiao's questions in the most accurate language. Before answering, he gently swept away the dust with his hand, and the footprints were clearly visible.

"Why do I say it was left three months ago, because the dirt around the footprints is raised upwards and formed, indicating that this person came here on a rainy night, and you use your phone to search for what was the last rainy day? If I'm not mistaken, it must have been ninety-three days ago, and as for why he must have entered the room, I don't think I need to explain too much, right? After Zhang Leifeng finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and his face was full of pride.

The footprint was low in the front and high in the back, and the toes rushed towards the room, and it was obvious that he was walking into the room.

Fan Miaomiao gave Zhang Leifeng a contemptuous look: "Great Detective, you are so powerful." Said sneeringly.

Zhang Leifeng got up from the ground and pushed open the wooden door with his hands.

Chirping!

A voice that makes people's backs chill when they listen to it sounds.

The door was pushed open, and the smell of mold came from inside, and Fan Miaomiao hurriedly pulled down the scarf around her neck with her hand.

Zhang Leifeng turned around and prompted: "If you want to know the scene, it's best to keep your nose." ”

Fan Miaomiao's hand stopped in mid-air, and after listening to him, she obediently put it down.

The store is very small, it looks like it is only about 10 square meters, and on the left is a row of wooden shelves that have been emptied. On the right is a counter, behind which is a three-story container with dusty bottles. Next to the counter is a floral curtain, and on the other side of the curtain is the bedroom where the deceased was located, where he was killed.

From the moment she entered the door, Fan Miaomiao always felt uncomfortable, because of the pungent smell, because of the depressing room, and more importantly, because of the cranky thoughts in her heart in this environment, and some horror movies she had watched had been repeated in her mind.

Taking two steps to keep up with Zhang Leifeng's pace, it is the wisest choice to follow him at this moment.

Zhang Leifeng browsed every shelf and didn't find any clues, came to the counter and rummaged left and right, and found a small yellowed book in the corner of the counter.

I blew the dust on it hard, and opened the first page of the book, where the words "account book" were written.

It seems that this is the daily income and expenditure record of this small store.

Zhang Leifeng didn't look at it, but turned around and handed it to Fan Miaomiao: "Put it away, this thing must be useful." He said very seriously.

Fan Miaomiao took it and nodded.

The curtain was lifted to the gloomy cobweb-strewn bedroom, which contained only a single bed with only a slatted bed and a large patch of rat droppings on it. There was a bedside table with drawers thrown on the floor and the dilapidated wardrobe, and nothing else.

Zhang Leifeng stood in the room and turned around, and went straight to the window.

Gently push the window with your hand, because it has not been opened for many years, and there is dust under the window, and it is absolutely impossible to push it open without force.

After a few attempts, he turned around and narrowed his eyes.

After about five minutes, he said, "Let's go, there are no clues to be found here." ”

Fan Miaomiao frowned, this guy usually wouldn't say anything even if he had a clue, but this time he didn't open his wardrobe to look at it, and only found an account book and left?

The two of them walked out of the store one after the other, and the owner of the restaurant next to him and his employees were sitting on the doorstep of the door, smoking cigarettes and muttering something quietly, and when they saw the two of them coming out, they immediately closed their mouths and turned their heads to look at the two of them.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" The shopkeeper questioned again.

Zhang Leifeng squinted at him and walked straight forward.

"These two are really interesting."

"That's why they dare to go in during the day, but if they ...... at night. Scared them to death. The employee on the side deliberately raised the volume and said.

Zhang Leifeng, who was advancing, suddenly stopped when he heard this.

Fan Miaomiao turned around and found that he had walked in front of those two people.

"What do you mean by what you just said?" Zhang Leifeng asked in a cold tone.

The two of them glanced at each other: "Hehe, it's not interesting, it's just a complaint." The shopkeeper replied with a look of indignity.

(End of chapter)