When Yun Duruo and I arrived at the orphanage, a commemorative ceremony for Su Fengmei was being held, and her kindness and kindness won her reputation and nostalgia.

The bronze statue was erected at the door of the orphanage, and the statue was vivid to everyone to remember Su Fengmei, who dedicated her life here.

The bronze statue was full of flowers, and there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn Su Fengmei, Yun Duruo and I investigated separately, and I went to find the nurse who managed the orphan file to understand the situation, Yun Duruo said that there are so many people here today, maybe there are people who know Mu Hanzhi, and maybe they can learn some information.

When I went to the archives, I happened to pass by the small building where Su Fengmei lived before her death, the iron door was open, and there were many people coming in and out, presumably to visit Su Fengmei's room to remember.

Su Fengmei's death has been an unsolved case until now, and I have never figured out how the murderer left the scene of the murder, maybe this is the key to Su Fengmei's murder, thinking of this, I followed the mourning crowd to Su Fengmei's room.

The furnishings inside still retain the appearance of Su Fengmei before her death, I have been here once and basically it has not changed, I have repeatedly studied the very simple room many times, this murderer is really seamless, and there is no flaw at all at the scene.

It's just that standing in this room today I always feel a little different from the day Su Fengmei's body was found, I frowned and looked at it carefully for a long time, everything in the room has not changed from the last time I came to investigate the scene, if there is, it is just to put the chair in front of the window back in place.

The person who came in next to me wiped the sweat on his head, there was no air conditioning in the room, the weather was still unusually hot this month, my eyes suddenly lit up, and my brows wrinkled even tighter.

Cold!

When I came into this room that day, I felt unusually cold, maybe because it rained that night, I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now I think about it carefully, since there is no air conditioning in this room, and the doors and windows in the room were closed when Su Fengmei died, even if it rained, it would not be so cold.

"You are?" A voice behind me interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around and saw a woman in orphanage overalls standing behind me looking at me with some confusion, and soon I recognized her, this was Geng Lin, the nurse of the orphanage, who was leading the orphans who had come back to miss Su Fengmei to visit the room.

Geng Lin was the first person to find out that Su Fengmei died and called the police, and she happened to be on duty that night, and Yun Duruo and I talked to Geng Lin after the incident, so I was very impressed by her.

Geng Lin also recognized me, and asked me in some surprise why I came.

"Dean Su's case has made some progress, let's learn about the situation." I went downstairs and said as I walked.

"Has the murderer been caught?" Geng Lin asked indignantly.

"I didn't ...... Not yet, but we will try our best to find out, Dean Su is such a good person, she must be given justice. I shook my head apologetically and said to Geng Lin. By the way, the orphanage caught fire in the archives last time, and did it clean it up later? ”

"The fire was so big that when it was extinguished, almost all the materials in the archives were burned." Geng Lin shook his head and said regretfully. "There are all the orphan materials from the establishment of the orphanage to the present, and the most regrettable thing is the photos, most of which are photos from many years ago, and the negatives cannot be found after being burned, which means that many orphans who left here have also burned their childhood memories."

I'm not actually surprised by this result, since someone deliberately wants to destroy these files, they must have planned carefully beforehand, and the possibility of leaving clues is almost zero.

"By the way, did Dean Su mention the children related to Mu Hanzhi before he was killed?" I asked with luck.

"A child related to Mu Hanzhi?" Geng Lin thought about it and shook his head. "During that time, Dean Su went to the archives to check the previous photos, as if she was looking for something, I remember that she once looked at a photo for a long time, that is, shortly after the woman appeared for the first time, because I was archiving in the archives at the time, and found that Dean Su's expression was very strange, and she said a word to herself."

"What?"

"It turned out to be you."

……

I was stunned, from Geng Lin's description, Su Fengmei must have guessed something at that time, so I hurriedly asked.

"What's on that photo that Dean Su is looking at?"

"I accidentally glanced at it, it was a black and white group photo, which should be a group photo of orphans in the early days of the orphanage." Geng Lin replied.

If the miscalculation is correct, the child hiding in Mu Hanzhi's wardrobe must be in the photo that Su Fengmei is looking at, perhaps it is precisely because Su Fengmei discovered this secret that she incurred the disaster of killing.

"Is that picture still there?" I asked eagerly.

"It's gone, and all the photos have not been saved since the fire in the archives." Geng Lin shook his head and replied.

Extrapolating from the footprints of the child left in the closet, the child was at most five or six years old at the time, and at that time only Su Fengmei was still alive in the orphanage.

It seemed impossible to pin my hopes on the archives of the orphanage, I was disappointed to talk to Geng Lin while walking, and what I learned did not make much sense, and at the corner of the corridor of the orphanage, I saw a little boy about three or four years old squatting on the ground and playing alone.

The children in the orphanage are lonely and like to gather together, but this little boy is obviously not very gregarious, and in front of him is a large pile of scattered building blocks, which the child silently stacks.

"This child was sent with mild autism, and he didn't like to be around other children, and he always built blocks alone." Geng Lin should have seen that my eyes had not taken off the child for a long time, and said to me beside me.

Looking at this child reminds me a little of my childhood, when the loneliness was beyond words, I asked Geng Lin to go about her own business, wanting to stay with this child.

The child was not distracted by the fact that there was another person around him, he was still building the blocks as if no one was around, and I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me as if nothing could get his attention except the blocks.

I sat next to the child and looked at the scattered building blocks, learning from him to build, he didn't seem to want to pile up into any shape, just blindly wanted to build a little higher, I saw that Yun Duruo hadn't come back yet, anyway, there was nothing to do and simply play with him.

It can be seen that the child has not arranged the building blocks in advance, such as putting the large area at the bottom and decreasing in turn, so that the building blocks are bound to be very high, he is completely casual to pick up the blocks at hand and pile them up in an orderly manner, I see that he is so focused that he must build blocks taller than him if he wants to attract his attention.

I chose and built according to my own ideas, and I originally thought that such a logical construction would definitely be much higher than that child, but to my surprise, I always built to a certain extent, and the towering blocks collapsed, and the height of the child's messy stacked blocks would never be surpassed.

I would actually fight with an autistic orphan, and secretly swore in my heart that I must surpass him once before I gave up, and the child seemed to realize my thoughts, and always pushed down the blocks he had built very casually after my blocks collapsed, and I could see that although he did not speak, he was competing with me, and every time I won I would only win the height of one block.

His actions turned into a provocation in my eyes, such a big person can't compare to a child with building blocks, I am a little indignant in my heart, I began to get serious, and no longer pursue the fast rhythm, but carefully select each building block, be sure to achieve the stability of the building blocks.

Sure enough, this time I was ahead of him, and the building blocks I built were solid and immovable, glancing at the child next to me, the building blocks he built were swaying higher and higher, but he continued to build up very calmly, I deliberately stopped and waited for him, in fact, I wanted to see when his building blocks collapsed.

Strange to say, the obviously wobbly building blocks with the increase in height, not only did not collapse but has come from behind, there is a sense of urgency to be surpassed, I picked up a block and carefully put it up, perhaps the center of gravity deviated, the building block tower in front of me began to shake slightly, I was nervous and wanted to reach out to correct it when it was too late.

The tower collapsed and fell to the ground all over the place, and the kid was not distracted by the collapse on my side, and with a blank face, he piled up a block, no more, no less, and a height higher than one of my blocks, and then he gently pushed down the block he had built with his fingers.

The kid glanced at me, it was the first time he looked at me, and his eyes were calm as if he was waiting for the next match with me to begin.

I rubbed my forehead and smiled weakly, I could lose even such a simple game to a child, I really doubt that my IQ is worrying.

"Why don't the blocks you build casually fall down, but the ones I've calculated will fall so quickly?" I couldn't figure it out, looking at the scattered blocks and muttering to myself.

"I build blocks here every day, and of course it's clear which piece should be placed where......" The child's immature voice made me a little confused, and there was some philosophy in what such a young child said.

"How's your situation going over there?" Yun Duruo's voice rang out behind me.

I turned my head to look at Yun Duruo, I didn't admit that I lost to this kid, I attributed the failure to practice makes perfect, he can win me just do the same thing every day, of course better than me, I am still making reasons for myself more seriously, I feel funny myself.

"All the materials and photographs in the archives were burned, and no clues could be found." I touched the child's head and stood up and said to Yun Duruo. "How's it going over there?"

Yun Duruo handed me a stack of photographs that she had collected when she visited the orphanage to mourn Su Fengmei's orphans.

"I've got something going on tonight, you can take these photos back first and see if you find them."

Yun Duruo said while looking outside, when she and I left the orphanage, I saw the prince waiting outside, and I suddenly realized that I didn't hate this person very much, maybe he was Yun Duruo's brother. 360 Search. The soul detection transcript is updated quickly

In fact, if you think about it, all the entanglements between me and Yun Duheng are my own fault, and he never seems to have treated me well.

I took the photo that Yun Duruo handed me, the wind chime bracelet on her wrist rang slightly, Yun Duheng's eyes fell on the bracelet, and he still looked at me indifferently, but this time he had a smile on his face.

"Thousands of miles of marriage, you never wear jewelry, you have been wearing this bracelet I feel strange, it turns out that you have a heart is really rare."

Yun Duheng said this to Yun Duruo, but he looked at me, Yun Duruo's face suddenly turned red when he heard it, and he didn't even look at me and pulled Yun Duheng to get in the car and leave.

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