With a move in my heart, my eyes turned to the gap between the floor tiles and found a very subtle difference. Originally, the brick joints were all black, but in the gap near the table leg, it seemed that something was embedded, and I unconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but was clasped by the palm next to me, "Don't move!" ”

Thinking of his warning, I withdrew my hand and asked, "What's in that gap?" ”

"Sawdust."

Eyes protruding, sawdust? "You mean the mark left under the foot of the carved table?"

"I'm not stupid enough to need me to teach you little by little." Gao Cheng said again, and I couldn't care about this, because I was shocked in my heart, this discovery meant that the mark was not the number engraved by the factory, but was artificially engraved later, and it was carved in this room. Feeling as if he had inadvertently peeked into the top-secret file, he was excited and nervous, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Was it engraved by Mr. Wu?" In fact, I want to ask, why did he carve this mark under the foot of the table?

Gao Cheng calmly replied, "It's not him. The tone is affirmative.

I froze, "Why not him?" "It's reasonable and reasonable, it should be carved by the owner of the house, Mr. Wu. But I saw him take off one of his gloves, throw it to me, and order, "Put it on." Then he lifted the leg of the table with one hand again with his other gloved hand.

Seeing that I didn't move, he looked at me speechlessly: "How can anyone be dull like you?" ”

"I ......"

"Do you need me to teach you to reach out and touch it yourself?"

Uh, it turned out that he meant this, and hurriedly put on his gloves, which were a little too big, and they also brought residual warmth, and the texture was very thin and stuck to his hands like a film. When I reached under the foot of the table, I immediately felt that the nicks were rough and there were even fine burrs, which were obviously newly carved. But it cannot be denied that it was not engraved by Mr. Wu, it may have been engraved in recent days, or it may be ...... Hurriedly carved that night.

Gao Cheng seemed to see through my thoughts: "What you think is not true, there is a biggest loophole in the middle." ”

"What is it?"

"Fingerprints." The corners of his mouth curled, as if arrogant and disdainful, "This man has made the worst mistake, thinking that he can leave a mark by lifting the table leg with gloves on, but he doesn't want to leave a flaw in vain. Because if it was engraved by the deceased Wu Yan, he would have no reason or time to wipe the fingerprints left on the table leg before or at the time of the crime. ”

"How do you know the man is wearing gloves?" As soon as this question came out, Gao Cheng looked at me with disdain in the eyes of an idiot, "What is your head melon used for?" I just let you touch and look at it, why is it still like a wooden fish, and you have to knock it to know how to move? Look at the bottom of the four table legs yourself, if you can't see it, just stay next to it, too lazy to talk to you. ”

"Gao Cheng!" I gritted my teeth and roared, the poison in this man's mouth was unbearable.

And he didn't take my anger seriously, and just bowed his head thoughtfully. I had nowhere to vent my breath, so I could only hold my breath and observe the four table legs, and then I was speechless. Because, just look at the two table legs in the light up close to see one or two.

Maybe Mr. Wu is not a person who loves to clean, and the table legs are covered with a layer of light dust, but at the bottom of the engraved table legs, there is no ash in a circle. When Gao Cheng went to lift the table, he remembered very well that he was holding the upper part of the table leg, which meant that he had not moved that part. As he said, if Mr. Wu, as the owner of the house, wants to clean up the traces afterwards, then at least wipe down the entire table leg, instead of leaving the bottom neat. Most likely, the person who carved the mark did not notice the dust on the table legs, thinking that he would not leave fingerprints if he wore gloves, and wiped the wood chips that fell on the ground after carving the marks at the bottom of the table legs, but did not prevent the residue left in the gaps.

In this way, the incident is clear.

As soon as I looked up, I found that Gao Cheng was staring at me intently at some point, and when he saw me looking over, he immediately smiled, "It seems that your elm pimple head has finally opened up." After speaking, he didn't give me a chance to refute, so he pulled me up, "Okay, hurry up and take a look elsewhere, I'm so sleepy." He yawned at the right time, and his face was sleepy. After being reminded by him, I also felt a little tired, and I guess I can have two or three points now.

He dragged me to the balcony, and a cold wind poured into my collar, making me shiver. He glanced back and said softly, "It'll be fine soon." Then I turned my head and searched everywhere, I didn't think about it, so I casually glanced out of the balcony, and suddenly realized that the location of this balcony was the place where the father and daughter of the Wu family fell downstairs, and my heart suddenly tightened.

Takajo let go of my hand and walked to the edge of the balcony.

The warmth at my wrist suddenly lost, and I felt like I was weightless in a trance, and I instinctively closed my eyes. A sense of pathos and despair filled my chest, and my mind flashed with painful eyes, a rapidly falling figure, and ...... Frightened eyes of the girl.

No, Dad, don't!

The voice of sorrow shouted in his ears, but it was useless, it had fallen, and it was too late. <