Rain, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse; The wind, sometimes tight and sometimes slow, can never be completely terminated.

Zhuang Ling and Xiao Yue moved the clay pot in the center of the room, and there was an intact and unopened envelope hidden underneath.

They were overjoyed to finally have a new clue.

The recipient is Li Zhiyuan.

When I opened the envelope, the letter paper was already a little yellowed. This is a letter written by Li Fu to his son, neatly written.

It reads: "Zhiyuan, I'm Dad." How are you doing? I know that you work hard in the field, take a break when you are tired, and your body is the most important thing. You never came back after telling you about that three years ago. My mother and I miss you so much. Now that you have a family of your own, you should be less lonely. I haven't seen my granddaughter yet. Today is my father's 70th birthday, and my only wish is for you to come back and see me. I have always regarded you as my own son, and I hope you will forgive me. ”

What is that thing in the letter? Why does Li Fu want Li Zhiyuan to forgive himself? Could it be that Li Fu did something sorry for Li Zhiyuan?

At this time, it was already two o'clock in the morning, the wind had stopped, and the rain had not stopped. The thunder grew quieter, and the body felt colder, with the occasional chill. Although their whole bodies were soaked, today's new discovery made Zhuang Ling and Xiaoyue feel happy. They found a nearby hotel to stay in. It was the hotel where Li Zhiyuan lived. This also makes it easier to go to the scene of the crime to investigate.

Zhuang Ling and Xiaoyue fell asleep in the fading sound of the rain.

In the early morning, the first dawn in the east woke up the sleeping people Zhuang Ling and Xiaoyue.

Everything outside the window seemed wet and foggy. The early morning wind is a little cool, and in the distance, three or two birds are singing on the branches, and the crisp sound is pleasant.

Zhuang Ling came to the front desk and checked Li Zhiyuan's room records. Li Zhiyuan did book a room here the night after Li paid the errand. But he didn't check out and no one stayed there. It wasn't until the evening of three days ago that he returned. In other words, he was ready to return here again, and everything was premeditated.

They came to the town and wanted to ask Sun Hongfei some questions about the case.

The town after the rain is like an ink painting. The raindrops on the trees were still fluttering and falling, smashing on the ground, splashing small whirlpools in the puddles, and the sky was faintly dark, and the brown tiles looked particularly shiny under the continuous washing of the rain. The breeze with a faint fragrance of flowers, blowing countless green leaves, shaking and rolling down drops of crystal dew, making a gentle sound. A rainbow haze in the clouds. The scenery here is as quiet as the wind, like a painting, like a song, soft, gentle, frozen in an instant, floating in the air.

"It's so beautiful!" Xiao Yue, who grew up in the city, saw such a beautiful scenery for the first time, and she was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.

"Xiaoyue, we still have to do business!" Zhuang Ling grabbed Xiao Yue, who was reluctant to move forward, and came to Sun Hongfei's house.

Sun Hongfei hurriedly made tea.

"Thank you. We would like to ask you what this pattern means. Zhuang Ling showed Sun Hongfei the photos taken by his mobile phone.

Sun Hongfei was surprised when he saw this pattern, his eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment. "Is Zhiyuan back?"

"Yes, he came back a few days ago, but he ......" Xiao Yue was replying, Zhuang Ling gave her a look, and motioned for her not to tell Sun Hongfei that Li Zhiyuan had been temporarily detained.

"Why do you know that Li Zhiyuan is back when you see this pattern, can you tell us the secret?" Zhuang Ling took Xiao Yue's words.

"Alas, actually, Zhiyuan is not Li Fu's biological son. It was embroidered on the handkerchief left to him by his own mother. But Liu Mei and Li Fu didn't tell him, he always thought they were his biological parents. He has been very withdrawn since he was a child, and he always likes to sit in the corner and look at the pattern on the handkerchief alone in a daze. Later, Li Fu passed on the carving skills to him, wanting him to inherit the carving skills, but he only carved the pattern on the handkerchief on the clay pot, and did not want to engrave the others. The pattern is a poppy flower, which is unlucky, and the clay pot will not be sold. One day three years ago, Li Fu told him the facts and about his parents, and then he left in a fit of rage. Sun Hongfei recalled the past, but there were tears in his eyes.

"The four clay pots we found at the scene of the crime are all engraved with this pattern, could it be that Li Zhiyuan carved it?" Xiao Yue was puzzled.

"Li Fu was very sad after Li Zhiyuan left, because he missed his son, he would carve this pattern on a clay pot every year, this year is just the fourth year, and the fourth clay pot is the most recent one he carved."

"Then do you know who Li Zhiyuan's biological parents are? Why did they leave him alone? ”

Tears swirled in Sun Hongfei's eyes. He shook his head, reluctant to answer.

Zhuang Ling was very helpless, he knew that Sun Hongfei was reluctant to mention the matter of Li Zhiyuan's parents, there must be some secret hidden in it.

Looking at Sun Hongfei, who was immersed in sadness, Zhuang Ling and Xiaoyue left silently.