Criminal investigation crime night stealth

Mou Zhiping's room was very clean, perhaps because he had been studying abroad these years and didn't come home often, except for a few books on the table, it was as clean as an empty room.

The layout of the entire room can be seen at a glance, and there is really no reference value.

Could it be that Mou Zhiping didn't even bring back his luggage when he came back this time?

If this is the case, it is hard to imagine what he has experienced at the end of his life.

Open the cabinet, there is nothing else in it except a few clothes.

Lu Yao's eyes fell on the few books on the table, one book and two notebooks.

Although she can't read other people's privacy, but now she is investigating the case, and these don't exist.

This book is a very ordinary human anatomy. As for these two notebooks, they are all study notes, which are of no reference value.

This room was too clean, so clean that she wondered if Mou Zhiping had already guessed that someone would live in his room, and he cleaned up all the clues without leaving a trace.

Yawning, her body urged her to rest, she put down the notebook, turned around and lay down.

The quilt had a faint damp smell, and the room was also filled with a decaying smell, just like its owner, who was slowly rotting in the soil at the moment.

"knock knock"

There was a sudden knocking sound on the wall, and Lu Yao subconsciously shrank out of the window to avoid being hit by falling objects on the wall. She frowned and looked at the wall. It couldn't possibly collapse, and it didn't look like it. So fragile.

"Fatty Lu, did you hear that? You will die if you respond to what you hear!"

Just when Lu Yao was puzzled, Shen Zhinan's voice came from the other side of the wall, she was slightly taken aback, and after a few seconds, she realized that her face was ugly.

Is Shen Zhinan out of his mind today?
He has been doing some incomprehensible things. Could it be that because this place is more evil, he was possessed by a ghost?

Lu Yao, Lu Yao, wake up, what are you thinking about, this kind of weird thoughts should not appear in your brain.

"If you disturb my rest again, I will throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves."

She's not kidding.

Shen Zhinan didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Then you have a good rest, and if you have any questions, just call me, I'll be there anytime."

Totally unnecessary.

She's not a three-year-old child, and she hasn't reached the point where she has to ask someone for help.

"Understood." Even so, she replied to Shen Zhinan's words expressionlessly.

Although he was a bit long-winded, he still cared about her. She was not a vexatious person, so she knew what she was saying.

Tonight, she won't necessarily fall asleep.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to fall asleep in a second when you come to a strange place.

Ugh……

No sleep for one night.

The sky turned fish-belly white, thick fog gradually enveloped the mountain village, the humidity in the air rushed towards the face, and the rare silence was broken by the sound of rooster crowing.

Lu Yao woke up suddenly, looking at the situation around her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After sleeping in a daze all night, waking up now relieved her.

After simply eating two bites of bread, everyone gathered at the door of Mou's mother's house. Mou's mother had already prepared the sacrifices. Looking at her hunched body, Lu Yao stretched out his hand to take the things in her hand.

Her mood is a bit complicated. Although the old lady's request is too much, in the end, she is also for her child.

No one is absolutely bad, it's just that everyone's position is different.

"Girl, you are really kind." The more Mu Mu looked at Lu Yao, the more satisfied she became.

It's a pity that her son has passed away, and she can't delay the child. It would be great if the method she said works, but if it doesn't work, then she can't force her daughter.

Mou Zhiping's tomb is on a hillside not far from home. The air is humid in the morning, and the weeds on both sides of the trail are still stained with dew. Walking in it, the legs of his trousers are quite wet.

Shen Zhinan suddenly grabbed Lu Yao, "Your trousers are wet."

Lu Yao looked down, and it was indeed the case, not only her, but the rest of them were not much better, except Mou's mother who was wearing water boots.

"It's about the same as yours." She replied.

Shen Zhinan's expression changed slightly, he looked around, his body blocked Lu Yao, preventing her from taking a step forward.

Just when Lu Yao was puzzled, he suddenly picked up a branch from the side of the road, vigorously slapped the dew on the weeds in front of him, turned his head while walking and said, "Follow me."

Lu Yao watched his movements, paused for a long time with his raised hand in the air, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word after all.

Did he suddenly transform?
Time passed by every minute and every second, the sun penetrated the clouds and shone on the earth, everything revived, and everything was so beautiful again.

A small mound buried a young man's life.

Mou Zhiping's tomb is extremely simple, with a tombstone standing in front of the small mound. If no one comes to clean it regularly, it will not be long before the place will be covered with weeds and eventually become a small tombstone among the barren mountains and wild ridges. heap.

When Mou's mother saw Mou Zhiping's tomb, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and burned paper with him while crying, "Son, your friends came to see you, why don't you wait until they come to see you?" One last look..."

Lu Yao's gaze was always on Mou's mother. If Mou's mother left here, or one day, she couldn't hold back and collapsed, would anyone still remember Mou Zhiping?

The saddest things in life seem to have happened to this unfortunate family.

After offering incense to Mou Zhiping, several people went down the mountain in silence.

There is nothing special about Mou Zhiping's tomb. Along the way, Lu Yao was thinking, how about digging up Mu Zhiping's body at night when no one is around?

It has only been a day or two, and the degree of decay of the corpse should not be too serious. If it is dug up and dissected now, some information may be obtained.

"Don't have those unrealistic ideas. He may be involved in this case, but the murderer is not him. There is no need for an autopsy."

Shen Zhinan's voice came from next to his ear, and Lu Yao was taken aback.

Looking at Shen Zhinan in disbelief, does he have mind reading skills?

She obviously didn't speak, how could he know what she was thinking.

Zhou Xuan and Mou's mother had already distanced themselves from them, their voices were not loud, and only the two of them could hear them.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Shen Zhinan shrugged helplessly, "I can't help it, who gave me the ability to read minds."

Neuropathy!
Did he think he was fooling a three-year-old?

While talking, she continued to walk down, "If you can speak well, you can speak well, if you can't, please shut up."

deflated.

Shen Zhinan looked at the small mountain village shrouded in smog, and his gaze stayed on Mou's mother. He reached out and touched his chin with deep eyes.

"After you fell asleep last night, I walked around the house and found a field of poppies planted not far from Mou Zhiping's house."

Lu Yao was startled, "So, the poppies on Teacher and the others really have something to do with him?"