Officer Xiang and Mumu

Perhaps because of limited rope, only two children were tied up.One of them ran weakly, and was quickly caught by the eagle, who stretched out two evil claws towards her!

Hao Aiguo and I pretended to be two gentle big brothers, penetrated into them, and asked that confusing question: "Little friend, this rope is tied beautifully, who taught it?"

The little girl was only four or five years old, ignorant, just looked at me and smiled, and performed rolling on the spot, her skirt slipping down to reveal her immature legs.An older girl said, "Brother Xiaoshu taught me."

"Where is brother Xiaoshu? Brother also wants to learn!"

"He's in school."

"When did he teach you to tie this?"

The children looked at each other in blank dismay, only saying that they would have met a long time ago, but they couldn't answer when exactly.I bought a few cones at a small shop on the side of the road and distributed one to each of them.The last one was given to Hao Aiguo, but he didn't want it, so I ate it myself.

While eating, I thought of the kid who loves to eat ice cream, because I cherished that he licked it from the beginning to the end, and wished I could eat more slowly.Did I really buy him 52?You must lick it until your tongue is numb, right?

"Brother, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Tan Xiaolong's home is in the second south lane of Qinhe Lane, a cramped two-bedroom apartment.The living room has almost no place to stay except for furniture and daily necessities. Small cheap toys are scattered on the ground. From the narrow balcony, you can see the stadium just now.

When this happened, the hostess Li Guifang asked the factory for a few days to take care of the funeral. When we came, we didn't see her husband.

Hao Aiguo asked in detail about Tan Xiaolong's study life and making friends, while I listened and looked around.

In Li Guifang's eyes, her son is a somewhat introverted and quiet child, but his grades are not bad, and he never messes|makes friends.

Hao Aiguo: "Do you have any good friends at school?"

Li Guifang lowered her eyebrows all the time: "He and Mingming are very close, they are classmates."

Hao Aiguo asked her to write down the name of "Mingming", which turned out to be "Tan Mingming".Both Tan Mingming's family and Tan Xiaolong's family come from the same village in the southwest, and the parents of the two families know each other.

"Besides that, does Tan Xiaolong know any adult friends? The ones we meet often."

Li Guifang knew that the police's question was of course about sexual assault. She didn't know if it touched on a sad matter or something. She raised her brows and turned them into eight-character eyebrows, very sad: "No, no."

Hao Aiguo asked about Tan Xiaolong's relationship with his father, where his father Tan Donglin was on the day of the incident, and his relationship with his uncle and other relatives. Li Guifang answered fluently.

With the consent of the master, I walked into Tan Xiaolong's bedroom.It is less than ten square meters in size and has no windows. There is no room for a one-meter-wide bed, desk and chair, and even clothes are hung on iron shelves.An old Spider-Man poster was pasted on the wall in front of the desk. Below it stood a row of Spider-Man villains less than an inch high. The workmanship was very ordinary, and they should have been collected when buying snacks.

For a child who is about to enter the second grade, the number of books is already quite "scale"!The desk is a bit messy, with things scattered around. In the small area where homework is done, a math homework book is still spread out. There are unfinished exercises, but the pen is thrown aside, almost falling to the ground.I can imagine that at the moment when Tan Xiaolong left home, he was doing a math problem, he threw away his pen out of excitement, and even the chair was kicked to an abnormal sitting position.

He didn't go to grandma's house voluntarily!

The police already had a list of family members of the grandma's family, but the news came that his uncle, cousin and others were at work that day including the afternoon, and they all had alibi.

I checked his textbooks and homework books in a local book, trying to find something useful from the pages, and accidentally knocked out a few books.They are so cluttered that they fall off at the touch of a button!

I suddenly saw a wave hidden under the peaceful life.

The mottled tabletop that was stabbed and hacked by the sharp blade suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The table is an old-fashioned one, the solid wood material is very hard, and of course it is also very heavy.Unlike the poorly made plywood nowadays, it is full of debris when it is scratched with a knife.It is not easy to scratch on solid wood. To make a deep groove, with the strength of a child, it takes at least ten or twenty knives, and it is easy to wear out the tip of the knife if it is slowly gouged out.

But on this solid wood table, there are at least twenty or thirty deep grooves!Each deep groove is almost the same length and thickness.Not exactly the same, but from a general look, it is clear that the person who portrayed them deliberately made them consistent.

In addition to the "deep groove", there are scratches and punctures like venting anger.Small scratches and messy punctures destroy these "deep grooves" wantonly.

In the corner of the desk, under the cover of books, there is such an unusual move, which makes me feel that Tan Xiaolong is suppressing unknown emotions and secrets.

I deliberately counted, a total of 32 deep grooves.Because the time of painting varies, the color of the wood in the deep groove also changes in light and shade.

Is it counting?Count the number of times?Engrave one every time it is completed?The last dish is still very "fresh"...

What made him need to record it in such an extreme way?

The bed is a simple plank bed, and the tent-style mosquito net is a little dirty.I caught a glimpse of a corrugated box under the bed, stretched out my hand and dragged it out, and there were quite a few toys inside.The unit price of remote control drones, game consoles, smart dinosaurs, and toy guns should be between a few dozen and three or four hundred.I was a little surprised, Tan Xiaolong is not too young, he should be out of the age of playing with toys, compared to the lack of material, these toys are like luxury goods, even if relatives love them, they will not reach this amount.What's even more strange is that these "luxury goods" are piled up in dilapidated corrugated boxes without attention, making people puzzled.

My intuition tells me that this was not purchased by his parents.

Until I found a toy in another relatively new storage box, my mind was finally opened.

I put a figure in a beautiful glass box on the tea table in front of Li Guifang, and asked her, "Where did this thing come from?"

The glass box is very delicate, and it is a sealed device that will not penetrate even a speck of dust.It takes some skill to open it.When I saw it, it was still packed in a transparent plastic bag, and the mouth of the bag was tightly tied with a red string, which shows that the little master loves it far more than other toys.

Because inside the box is his favorite Spider-Man figurine!

Hao Aiguo frowned slightly when he saw it. I was even more surprised to find this thing than he was. I was almost shocked to death.

I asked again: "Ms. Li Guifang, can you tell me where this figure comes from?"

Li Guifang's forehead was a little wet with sweat, and the ceiling fan on the top of the living room made a creaking sound as it rotated.

I endured the sticky sweat all over my body, and stared closely at her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly protruding, and they looked very big at this time, and sweat dripped from her forehead.She blinked mechanically, and replied even more mechanically: "The toy must be bought."

"When and where did you buy it?"

"A few months ago, I bought it in a mall."

I suddenly stood up uncontrollably, and couldn't stand this woman who was full of lies anymore. She was too frightened to speak by my violent reaction, and I shouted: "How long are you going to lie? Could it be worse than your poor woman?" Is the rapist more worthy of your protection?"