"Did the Wind Detective find anything?" Liu Yan asked

Fengchen shook his head, and said while continuing to look down: "It's nothing, it's just that I've heard about my father." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Speaking of Liu Yuankai, no one may know, but the pen name of 'Nanfu Wangpo' is estimated to be known as long as you are a mystery fan. I read my father's book "Behind the Madness", and it was really well written. ”

"Detective Wind has won the award", Liu Yan was modest

But the person who could dismantle the stage spoke: "Then when you see "Behind the Madness", you should know that "Nanfu Wangpo"! But when you see the last place, you know that 'Nanfu Wangpo', which shows that you haven't read his book at all. ”

"Yes, Xiaoying, I've only been with me for less than a month, and my observation and reasoning skills have increased greatly", he looked at the information and said, "But you're wrong, I did read that book well, but I have a habit of not taking the time to write down the author's name." And there are too many overlapping titles, of course, key clues are needed to confirm.

Remember, don't make assertions without hard evidence, or you'll suffer a big loss. ”

These words of exhortation and teaching made Meng Ying stunned, and turned her head with a slightly red face: "I know."

"Hmm", Fengchen closed the information and said to Liu Yan: "I have finished reading the information." Next, please tell me how Master Liu disappeared, kidnapping? ”

Liu Yan shook his head: "I don't know when my father disappeared, and I didn't receive a blackmail call." It's okay if it's a kidnapping, at least the person is still alive, just in case ......"

"That's right", Fengchen groaned, he finally felt the trickiness of this task, no wonder Ding Kui would call him: "Then please tell me everything before and after your father's disappearance."

"No problem", Liu Yan calmed down: "It was last Monday, when my father's creation hit a bottleneck and he couldn't write an article, but readers sent letters to the editorial department, hoping that my father could come back." My opinion is rejected, my father has worked hard for so many years, and now he should enjoy his old age in peace.

But his father just didn't listen, and his writing career encountered major obstacles, and he has been depressed and depressed for a while.

That day, my father suddenly took out a couple of tickets and told us to go on a trip for a week, while he stayed at home by himself, saying that he had found a breakthrough and hoped that we would not disturb him. It was rare to see my father so happy, so we left the house with everyone in the family, including the servants, according to his arrangement.

Three days ago, on Sunday, we returned home to find my father gone. At first we thought that my father was just going out for a walk, but after waiting for a day, my father still didn't come home, which was different from my father's usual life, so we called the police, and then the burly policeman introduced you to me. ”

"Well, what did the officer say about the disappearance?"

Liu Yan thought for a while and said, "He said that from the dust traces in the house, my father has been missing for about three days. Because I was worried about my father, the family didn't do much to destroy the traces and dust in the house. ”

"It's very clean in this house", Feng Chen looked around in the study

"This was cleaned by the maid this morning, my mother is allergic to dust, and the policeman also said that there were no clues in the house, and told us to do nothing; So we cleaned it", seeing Fengchen frowning, he hurriedly added: "However, my father's room and his studio were not cleaned, and due to my father's reasoning, I think those two rooms may be important clues."

"Can I go and see it?" Fengchen said

"Of course", Liu Yan nodded, and instructed the maid behind him: "Xiaolian, it's up to you to take the wind and dust detective to see it!"

"Is Mr. Liu going to work?" Fengchen asked subconsciously

"Yes, now that my father has not been heard from at all, I can't give up my job because of this, I am old and young, and I am still waiting for me to raise them", Liu Yan got up and tidied up his clothes and said

"I see, then Mr. Liu will go and get busy, and we'll take care of the rest", Fengchen bowed slightly, and then followed the maid upstairs.

"Commander, the police have searched all the rooms in this house, can we still find clues when we go?" Meng Ying said after Feng Chen

"Who knows, even if it's useless, we still have to go, and we don't miss any subtle clues, which is the consciousness that detectives should have", Fengchen responded in a low voice

"I'm not a detective, I'm just a bodyguard, you don't have to talk to me so much", Meng Ying responded

"Hehe, this is a maybe, in case something happens to me in the future, you have to solve all the mysteries and find me, and maybe you can see my corpse then", Fengchen teased

"No, I won't let this happen, because I have the consciousness of being a bodyguard", Meng Ying stopped and said very seriously

Fengchen was stunned, looked at Meng Ying's unpretentious eyes, and smiled happily: "Then please take care of me from now on, Miss Bodyguard."

Meng Ying didn't speak, and realized what a shameful thing she had said, and took a step forward and followed the maid and Zhu Liang in front.

Bringing the wind and dust to a door, the maid bent down slightly and said, "This is the master's bedroom, let's go in, I'll wait outside the door."

"Well, thank you", the three of them walked in, and Mengying, who loves cleanliness, immediately and sensitively sniffed out the damp smell of dust; Zhu Liang also immediately noticed that the color inside and outside the house were different, and in general, the inside of the house looked relatively old compared to the outside of the house. Feng Chen didn't feel it, because the environment he lived in was dusty......

Large floor-to-ceiling windows bring in light, and the windows are open to let in a slight breeze. A large all-gray bed with counters on either side of the bed; A large two-meter-high wardrobe, a table lamp, and a toy car sit between the sliding tracks of the open floor-to-ceiling windows......

The three of them searched separately, and Fengchen walked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and at a glance, he could see the green forest between the gaps in other villas, but only a small piece.

Finding nothing, he returned to the house and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Meng Ying shook her head. Zhu Liang said: "Everything is neatly cleaned up, and the dust has slight traces of destruction, probably caused by the police search."

"Nanquan did a good job, let's go see Liu Yuankai's studio", Fengchen praised it, and then walked out.

A minute later, the three of them came to the studio and searched for it.

The studio also has a large floor-to-ceiling window that occupies the size of a wall. On the left side is a two-meter square bookshelf full of books, most of which are written by "Nanfu Wangpo". On the right side is a blackboard with unwiped chalk letters.

In the middle of the room, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a low table and a futon.

Because the villa area is built at a higher altitude in the suburbs, the floor-to-ceiling windows in this studio can see the panoramic view of Yangyue City, which is indeed suitable for writing novels......