Like Aunt Zhao, Zhao Yaru couldn't say a reason for the lighter, and the three of them were relieved that Zhao Yaru's eyes when he saw the simulated portrait were similar to his wife's words after seeing the simulated portrait: "This face, I seem to have seen it, you let me think about it, it's so strange, my memory has always been very good, why can't I remember it?" ”

"Teacher Zhao, can you be sure that this person is from Xie Juren Lane?"

"I've seen this face, but it's not from Xie Juren Lane, it's hard to say."

What's the problem?

Both husband and wife said that they had seen this face - they were quite familiar with this face, this is by no means an accidental coincidence, this person should exist objectively, since this person exists objectively, why can't the same information stored in the minds of two people be linked to reality?

There must be a mismatch between the information on the simulated portrait and the information stored in the memories of the two old men.

Ouyang Ping pondered for a moment and said, "Teacher Zhao, you and your aunt are quite familiar, are you familiar with this face, or are you familiar with some parts of this face?" ”

"I did see the face, the eyes, the nose, the mouth and the chin, but I couldn't remember who it was."

"The old man is right, and that's what I mean."

"According to our analysis, the time when the deceased was killed should be before you moved out of the Chen family compound, didn't you hear a little movement when you slept at night?" According to common sense, hiding the corpse in a dry well can only be done at night.

"The well is the closest to my house, and we are very alert when we sleep in it at night. But I didn't hear anything. ”

"The old man is not wrong, he has asthma, especially in this season, he sleeps very little at night, at most three or four hours a night, I have to serve him at night, and I sleep very little, if there is any movement, we should be able to hear. Even if we can't hear it, Gan Dejun and his wife should be able to hear it. ”

"Why?"

My wife looked at Teacher Zhao, speechless for a while, and she realized that she had slipped out.

"Do you have any concerns?"

"The Gan family doesn't sleep much at night."

"Why is that?"

"Someone in the Gan family plays mahjong."

"Do you want to say that the Gan family is a gambling den?"

"Yes, three hundred and sixty-one days a year, except for the New Year's holidays, almost every day of gambling, for this matter, the old man sulked all day long, and he couldn't speak, Director Zhang told Gan Dejun that he could stop for a day or two at most. Although their voices were much quieter—several of them had read under the old man—they were kind of face-saving, but the old man was not satisfied. The sound of rustling is uncomfortable for anyone to listen to. ”

"So, among those gamblers, is there such a person?"

Zhao Yaru pondered for a moment and said, "No, among those people who gamble money in the Gan family, there is no such person. ”

"Yes, this man has good eyebrows, and he can't get along with those fierce gamblers." Aunt Zhao echoed.

"Why are you so sure?"

"We can count the people who come to Gan's house to gamble, just a few regulars." Zhao Yaru said.

"The Gan family lives across the street from my house – our two families are door to door." Aunt Zhao added.

"Aunt Zhao, what do you mean when you just said '窸窸窣窣窣'?" Ouyang Ping heard the meaning of the old man's words.

"I can't say it, old man, you can say it."