Gao Feng was not as happy as Xiao Yue.

Nie Wanli has already said that selective amnesia is a self-protection function of human beings, who want to forget the effects of fear.

Now that the child has lost his memory, what can he recall after ten years?

But then again.

If you can make that child recall everything, maybe it can really be the key to solving the case.

"What's that kid's name and where is it now?" Gao Feng asked.

Nie Wanli groaned and said, "I really don't remember what the child's name is, but I remember that he is the son of the landlord of that house, so it shouldn't be difficult to find." ”

"The landlord's son." Gao Feng's eyes lit up slightly, and a smile appeared, "I think I know how to find him." ”

No. 1, West Sixth Lane, North Medicine Garden.

A taxi stopped under the street lamp, and a young man wearing a heavy weight opened the door and got out of the car, looked at the dark courtyard, and saw two people standing at the door, and muttered a sentence.

"If you weren't in a hurry to go abroad, the ghost would come so late to let you see the house."

"Smack."

Slamming the door shut, he walked over with a hint of resentment.

"It's you!"

When he walked up to him, his face was slightly stunned, and then he exclaimed with an angry face,

"How could it be you again? As I said, I will never sell the house to you, if you dare to harass me again, then I will call the police to arrest you! ”

Facing the anger of the homeowner, Gao Feng just smiled slightly, but did not say a word, and handed over the matter to Xiao Yue to deal with.

The call was made by Xiao Yue, otherwise this Mr. Zheng would not have come over in person.

Xiao Yue took out her work card and handed it over, and said in her mouth: "I am a police officer, and I am investigating a case, I hope you can cooperate with my work." ”

"Police?"

Mr. Zheng's voice trembled, and then he looked at the document carefully, and only returned it after confirming that the photo on the document was the same person as Xiao Yue.

"Police...... Comrade policeman, you ...... Do you have anything to do with me? ”

"Can you open the door and talk later?" Xiao Yue asked.

"Oh, good."

Mr. Zheng replied, and when his gaze swept over Gao Feng's body, he trembled uncontrollably.

"Click."

There was a sound from the old lock, and Mr. Zheng pushed the door open and found the switch to turn on the courtyard light.

Under the light, Mr. Zheng's face turned slightly pale and he looked very nervous.

To hide his nervousness, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead, then took off his eyes and wiped them carefully.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing here, and there's no way to entertain you."

Mr. Zheng stood in the courtyard and had no intention of entering the house.

"Squeak."

Gao Feng pushed the courtyard door shut.

This move made Mr. Zheng even more nervous, and his voice was a little sharp, "Hey, why are you closing the door?" ”

Gao Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, I don't think you want to let outsiders hear the next conversation."

If you don't like it, I can help you open the door again. ”

As he spoke, Gao Feng stretched out his hand to open the door.

"No, no."

Mr. Zheng hurriedly shouted, his eyes immediately fell on Xiao Yue,

"Comrade policeman, what case are you investigating, and how do you need me to cooperate with you?"

"The case of the fire here ten years ago." Xiao Yue replied.

"The fire!" Mr. Zheng was startled, his face turned a little whiter, and his frightened gaze fell on Gao Feng.

For some reason, Gao Feng gave him a very bad feeling.