The middle-aged paper man took Lu Fan and the three of them to the river. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This river is 20 meters wide, and compared with the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, it is a caterpillar, but this caterpillar lies in a small village like Youshui Village, which can be regarded as a bit of a scale.

"This!" the middle-aged paper figure led the way to a large smooth rock, "I found the little lotus here." ”

It was actually made in stone, and there was no trace left.

"Is the river deep?"

Lu Fan asked while looking at the stone.

"The center is also four or five meters deep. ”

"Did you drown?"

"Drowned?" the middle-aged paper man looked at Lu Fan strangely, "We can all float on the water, how can we be drowned!"

"Can you float on the water?"

This surprised Lu Fan, it turned out that paper people and normal people were still different from each other.

"We can all do it, can't you?"

The middle-aged paper man asked.

Could it be that in the eyes of paper people, we are also paper people?

"Uncle, in your eyes, me and you, aren't they, aren't they?"

Lu Fan tried to ask.

"It's not the same. The middle-aged paper man shook his head, "I'm old, you're still young, I can only live in this small village, and you, you have a wider world." ”

This is not the answer that Lu Fan wants, after thinking about it and organizing the wording, Lu Fan said again, "Uncle, I asked you a strange question, don't mind." ”

"What's the problem?"

"You know the paper, right?"

"What kind of paper do you say? Is it the paper we use, or are we the paper?"

So, do you know you're a paper man?

"I mean, I think the paper that makes me up is a little bit different from the average person. ”

The middle-aged paper man turned his head and glanced at Lu Fan, "Young people feel that they are different, but in fact, they ・・・・・・"

He shook his head, not saying the rest of the word, but the meaning was self-evident.

So, in the eyes of these paper people, we are also paper people?

"Uncle, you also know, paper, it turned out to be a dead thing, but we have gained life, do you know the origin of our paper people?"

The middle-aged paper man didn't answer, just looked at Lu Fan.

"I thought you were a detective!"

"Well, uncle, I'm a detective, let's gossip. Lu Fan patted his chest, his face was righteous and awe-inspiring, "I'm afraid that Uncle you will be too sad, so I want to say something else to divert my attention, since Uncle doesn't like it, then I won't say it." ”

"Mr. Bai, I don't know how you want to solve the funeral of the girl?"

Zhou asked Zhuoli.

When a person dies, cremation, and paper is dead, is it also cremation?

"Torn apart, sprinkled in this river. The middle-aged paper man looked at the river with a very sad gaze, "Xiaohe likes this river the most, and from then on she can lie quietly at the bottom of this river and no one will disturb her." ”

The river ran in vain, and no clues were found, so a few people went back.

When she got home, Bai Ma had already invited Blacksmith Li over, and Ah Hua, who was suspected of being Bai Helala, was also there, and she was looking at Bai He's body and weeping.

"Lao Bai, the festival mourns and changes. ”

"Thank you, Lao Li, what kind of weapon did Xiaohe kill?"

"Fruit knives. Blacksmith Li said, "It's a fruit knife I made with my own hands." ”

"Is this fruit knife unique, or something special?"

Lu Fan asked.

Fruit knives are still a very common thing, and if there are no peculiarities, this clue is not very useful at all.

"This must be Mr. Detective. Blacksmith Li obviously knew Lu Fan's identity from Bai Ma, "This fruit knife is a high-end fruit knife made by the company, and the blade is narrower and longer than the rest of the fruit knives. ”

Sure enough, there is a peculiarity!

"Then I don't know how many of these high-end fruit knives you made?"

"It's a lot of time to make, I've only built three!"

"Who are they sold to?"

"One was sold to Wang Charity, the richest man in the village, one was sold to Zhao Dagong, the hunter in the village, and one was stolen. ”

There is no doubt that the stolen fruit knife is the most suspicious.

"How did it get stolen?"

"It was three days ago, I went out, and when I came home, I found that the latch of the door had fallen to the ground, the door was open, and after I went in, the house was turned over in a mess, I counted it, and found that this last high-end fruit knife was gone, gone. ”

"What is missing besides this high-end fruit knife?"

"And a high-end kitchen knife, a high-end bowl. ”

"Where's the money?"

"I buried the money in the ground, and it was very safe. ”

Lu Fan frowned slightly, it seems that the person is going for money, this motive is too common, the whole village is suspicious, and it will definitely take time to investigate.

However, he only had one day to complete the live broadcast.

Since there are only three fruit knives, then this clue has become more critical, and at that moment, Lu Fan, Li Gan, and Zhou Xiangli Bing divided into three ways to investigate the owners of the three fruit knives.

Li Gan went to the richest man Wang Philanthropist, Zhou Jiali went to Orion Zhao Dagong, and Lu Fan followed Blacksmith Li back home, to see if he could find out who stole the fruit knife.

The conditions of Blacksmith Li's house are much better than those of Baima's family, the walls are higher than Baima's, and the yard is a generation older than Baima's, but Blacksmith Li is single, with no children, no daughters, and no wife, and it is a waste to live in such a big place alone.

When he entered the door, there were a few knife marks on the latch, and Lu Fan couldn't help but think of the method of opening the door from the outside in the costume film, cutting in through the crack in the door with a knife, cutting it on the latch, and moving the blade sideways little by little.

After reading the latch, Lu Fan went to the blacksmith Li house again, but the blacksmith house had already been cleaned up, and there was no trace left.

"Blacksmith Li, is there anyone in the village who has a history of stealing before?"

Lu Fan could only ask.

"I don't know much, just a few. One is a slug, he has no father and no mother, he lives on his own, he starves to death early if he doesn't steal a little, even if he is caught, if he steals something not important, everyone will teach him two sentences, and he will not care too much; one is a medicine jar, his wife is dead, he has no son, he is sick in bed all day, and he has stolen it once when he can't afford to eat, and he was found out and beaten very badly; and the other is a grandson gardener, an old bachelor, and his family is not short of money, but he likes to be cheap, and he doesn't spend money to buy anything when he sees someone, but thinks about how to steal it or steal it。 ”

"Does Florist Sun like your high-end fruit knife?"

"I like it, I asked him if he wanted it, and he wouldn't buy it. ”

"Do you think it's possible that he?"

"Quite possibly. ”

Not only is it possible for Sun Huajian, but also for slugs and medicine jars, but the slugs may be the smallest, and he should steal what he eats, not some high-end fruit knife, everyone in the village knows that this is Blacksmith Li's thing, who can he sell it to if he steals it?