I stared intently at the golden horseshoe, which was a handiwork, gleaming with a red rope attached to the hook.

At this time, the living dead and Wu Dafang also noticed, and we were all stunned on the spot, because there was a pair of rusty horseshoes found in Feng Bald's house in the backpack, was this an accident or was it related to each other? The horseshoe, which is usually difficult to see, appeared twice today and was still in the same unit.

Wang Dazhui said inexplicably: "Three police officers, don't look at it, it's not made of gold, the copper is plated with a thin layer of gold, and I waste my energy if I scrape it down and sell gold powder." ”

"How did this golden horseshoe come from?" I said solemnly.

Wang Dazhui asked curiously: "Huh? Officer, are you interested in horseshoe? ”

The living dead took out his pistol again, pointed at Wang Dazhu, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, and said: "Now let's be less sloppy, just say a word if you ask, if we don't finish speaking, you dare to interrupt once and cut off your limbs, so there are five opportunities to interrupt and be interrupted, I hope you can grasp it." ”

"I never thought you would pull out a gun without saying a word." Wang Dazhui said extremely innocently: "Besides, I have two arms and two legs, why do I have five chances?" ”

The living dead touched the trigger with his fingertips and lowered the muzzle of the gun to the bottom of the other's lower abdomen, "Men have it, you know." ”

Wang Dazhui wanted to cry without tears: "I know, I will never interrupt you, and I will not say a word of nonsense." ”

The living dead put down their guns and asked, "Why do you hang a golden horseshoe on the wall of your house?" Don't say it's fun or collectible. ”

Wang Dazhui looked at us and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Why don't you speak? Dumb or can't tell where it came from? Do you want me to help you reminisce about your memories? Wu Dafang looked at each other fiercely.

Wang Dazhu's face was like crying and mourning: "I'm wronged, this white-faced police officer said that he wouldn't let me interrupt, and he didn't say that he was finished, how dare I speak?" ”

"Well, at the end of the street, you'll be able to open your mouth to answer." The living dead are very helpless.

"This golden horseshoe is the only relic left by my father." Wang Dazhui seemed to remember the sad past, and he explained in a low mood: "I really don't know how it came about!" ”

I asked, "Your father's only relic?" Why didn't he? ”

"It was a noon evening half a year ago......," Wang Dazhui was saying, when he saw the living dead pointing his gun at his left arm, "is it noon or evening?" ”

"Uh, evening, evening." Wang Dazhui hurriedly changed his words: "I received a message from my father, so I stopped a taxi and returned home in the sunset, and saw an envelope left on the table. After I opened it, there was a piece of letter paper inside, which probably said, 'Baby, I am terminally ill, I don't want to drag you down, I am going to find a piece of feng shui treasure to commit suicide, there is 10,000 yuan and a golden horseshoe in the cabinet, you can use the money, you can keep the golden horseshoe for me.' I opened the cabinet at that time, and saw that there were really 10,000 yuan and this golden horseshoe, I called the police and asked the neighbors in the village to help find my father, but it took a month, and I didn't even find a piece of clothing, and he disappeared without a trace......

"It sounds like a third-rate writing, a fourth-rate plot, and a fifth-rate setting, which is far worse than what Wang Jianming wrote." The living dead snorted coldly, "What about the faith? ”

Wang Da Hammer explained: "Here's the thing, I quit my job that month in order to find my father, and then I was depressed for two months before finding a new job and moved here. ”

Counting the time, half a year minus three months leaves three months, and he did have three months to move here.

The living dead frowned and said, "And then ...... What about faith? ”

This is the first time I have seen the living dead worried, which shows how powerful the "attributes" of the subjects of this investigation are!

"Let me calm my throat." Wang Dazhui took a sip of water and said: "My mother died in childbirth on the day I gave birth, I was a child and my father depended on each other, but I didn't expect him to leave so suddenly, so depressed for two months, when I thought of my father, I touched the horse's palm and looked at the letter, and after reading it, I folded it and put it in my pocket, I didn't change my clothes for three months and didn't take a bath, Aunt Liu next door to my hometown in the village couldn't stand it, when I took off my clothes and went to bed at night, she took it to wash, and the letter became a ball of shredded paper. ”

Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled ball of paper, "This is the letter......

I took the paper ball in my hand with a confused look and observed that it was indeed like the paper on which I had written was shredded in my pocket with my clothes, because it had an intermittent ink color, and not only that, but the shredded paper on the surface was also covered with dust between the cracks, as if it had been preserved for a long time.

The living dead and Wu Dafang also held the paper ball and looked at it for a long time, they shook their heads to express helplessness, this Wang Sledgehammer's narration clearly sounded very fake, just like making it up, but they couldn't find a trace of fault, it was really fucking magical!

"Even though the letter is broken, I still keep it in my pocket and often take it out when I'm not at home." Wang Dazhui said with a sad expression: "When I was at home, I looked up at the golden horseshoe on the wall and saw my father...... Alas, I'm not filial. ”

Wu Dafang wondered: "You are not filial?" ”

"Because my father's third relic is gone." Wang Dazhui raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Isn't it just the letter and the golden horseshoe, and after the letter is shredded, the golden horseshoe becomes the only relic?" The living dead scratched his head and said, "Did I hear me?" ”

Wang Dazhui explained: "There is still 10,000 yuan, I spent it all." ”

We both rolled our eyes at the same time.

"What did your father do?" I asked.

Wang Dazhui showed a reminiscing gaze, and he introduced: "My father is the blacksmith in the village, and he is also the most powerful blacksmith in the six surrounding villages, he can fight anything, especially the people in the village rarely go out to buy farm tools, they are all ordered from my father, and the quality is good." So, when I think of the tinkling sound every day, it was my lost childhood! ”

"Okay."

I asked thoughtfully, "Your father also plays horseshoe?" ”

"I have the impression that it was a fight." Wang Dazhui shook his head slightly and said: "But that was when I was very young, and I can't remember it clearly, because with the development of the times, there are fewer and fewer horses at home...... But there may be some remnants of the old horseshoes in the pile of clutter in my family's blacksmith shop. ”

"That's true."

With a thought, I opened my backpack and took out the pair of horseshoes that Feng Baldzi's house found, opened the bag and put it on the coffee table and asked, "Each blacksmith has a different horseshoes, do you have such a thing at home?" ”

"I haven't flipped it, I don't know." Wang Dazhui was stunned as he spoke, he reached out and took the pair of horseshoe in front of him, observed it for six or seven seconds, and said: "This pair of horseshoe is very likely to have been hit by my father!" ”

Wu Dafang lit a cigarette and asked as he smoked, "Oh? The reason? ”

"Please go to the door or window for smoking, thank you." Wang Dazhui was instantly unhappy.

Wu Dafang directly extinguished the cigarette.

"Because they have one thing in common with the golden horseshoe hanging on the wall, the hole on one side of the U is round, and the other side is square." Wang Dazhui stood up and walked to the wall, took off the golden horseshoe, and brought it to us for comparison.

We took a closer look, and it turned out that it was really like what he said, the holes on both sides of these three horseshoes were different shapes, one side was square and the other side was round, not only that, but when the pair of horseshoes and the golden horseshoe were put together up and down, they were almost overlapping, and there was only a slight difference if they were hard to pick thorns!

I, the living dead, Wu Dafang, and I looked at each other, what is the situation?

The pair of horseshoes hidden in the wall behind the mirror of Feng Baldzi's house may have been made by the disappeared father of Wang Dazhu, a tenant in the same unit, and there are two men who have been caught by Feng Bald in this unit...... It's hard to imagine the intricacies of relationships.

Besides, I had a gut feeling that the disappearance of Wang Dazhu's father was not a suicide due to illness, and that he did not count such inconsequential things as cash and letters when he left, but left behind a golden horseshoe for his son to help preserve.

It can be seen that this old blacksmith is definitely not simple!