The furnishings in the room are very simple, but everything is placed very neatly, Lan Simeng said that his daughter Luo Dan is a very organized child, and the things in the room are originally arranged like this.

The room is about eight square meters, and there is a desk and a wooden chair by the window, and on the desk there is a hollow pen holder made of bamboo, and two dry pens are inserted in the pen holder.

Chen Jie picked up the fountain pen and unscrewed the pen sleeve one by one, the metal nib was already bald, and the pen cover of one of the fountain pens had cracked; Chen Jie unscrewed the nibs of the two fountain pens one by one, and pulled out the ink-absorbing eraser cover, which was dry inside, which showed that the owner of the fountain pen had not used these two fountain pens for a long time.

"Before Lian Luo Dan left, were there any other pens in the pen holder?"

"There's a hero fountain pen that I bought for her - it's a gold pen, and after Lordan left, the pen was gone, and she took it with her. She likes that fountain pen the most, and she usually uses it when she writes homework and diaries. Lan Simeng said.

Lan Simeng also mentioned the diary.

"Does Alchemist Luo Dan have the habit of keeping a diary?"

"He likes to write a diary since he was a child, and if he doesn't write a diary, she can't sleep well at night."

"Is her diary still there?"

"We also looked for it, but we didn't have any of them, and eighty percent of them were taken away by her."

"How many diaries does she have?"

"From childhood to adulthood, there are three books in total. We rummaged through the room and couldn't find a single one. This damn girl must have been deliberately unwilling to let us know what she was thinking. ”

As if to prove something, the couple searched carefully at the desk and elsewhere, but found nothing.

On the right hand side of the room is a one-meter-two wooden bed, the bed is spotless, a futon with a sheet underneath, and a pillow at the end of the desk.

In the left hand of the room is a half-cook, on which is a rectangular mirror with a wooden comb on the frame.

"Why don't you have makeup?" Han Lingling asked.

"Luo Dan never used cosmetics, she was born with good skin, and when she grew up, her skin got better and better, and every time I wanted to buy her cosmetics, she didn't want it." Lance said.

From Peng Jiazhen and Lan Simeng's words, it is not difficult for us to see that Lian Luodan is a naturally beautiful and very beautiful girl.

Chen Jie pulled out the drawer on the half of the kitchen, and there were some clothes from different seasons in the drawer, and the clothes were neatly folded.

"When she left, she didn't bring a single decent piece of clothing." Lan Simeng's eyes welled up with tears.

"You mean that Alchemist Luo Dan left with only a notebook and a pen?"

"There were only two things missing from her room."

Chen Jie and Han Lingling searched the room carefully and found no valuable clues. In the end, the two found a wooden box and a cardboard box under the belly of the bed.

Director Wang and Lian Leya dragged out two boxes and opened them to see that they were full of books—all past study books, as well as some study notes.

The three of them poured out all the books in the box and checked them one by one, but still did not find the diary that Peng Jiazhen and Lan Simeng said.

Chen Jie thought of one thing: "Does Lian Luodan have a photo?" ”

"This reminds me that Lorden has a picture, but she doesn't keep any of them."

"Why did she take all the photos with her?" Director Wang was very puzzled.

Chen Jie was also thinking about this question, but he didn't say it, Lian Luodan's resolute attitude towards his parents and family was also reflected in the photos, taking all the photos away, indicating that she wanted to erase all the traces left in her life.

"What a cruel heart! Not a single photo of her hand remained. Lan Simeng said.

"Do you have a picture of her?"

"Yes, go get it." Alchemy.

"I haven't touched an album in a long time, so she shouldn't have taken the photos from the album with her!" Lan Simeng was thoughtful.

"Go and see."

After a while, Lan Simeng brought a photo album from the room in the north wing, and as she walked, she said to herself: "I didn't expect it—who would have thought of it?" ”