At a glance, this floor adopts a corridor-style partition design, using a wall to divide the room into two corridors on the left and right that are not connected to each other.
There happened to be a brand new wooden sign hanging on the side of this wall, but the words on it looked very blurry in the weak light.
[Name: Signage]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: It is suspected to be a wooden sign used to guide the way. Due to various reasons, the writing on the wooden sign appears very blurry]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: You can vaguely see the words "right" and "bedroom" above the wooden sign, but the writing below is too blurry and seems to have been vandalized]
"Well, a guide sign..." Jian Jian looked away thoughtfully, "But it doesn't seem to affect anything, right?"
It's just a reminder of the direction, only the children make the choice, the adults all want it.
Anyway, you have to search both the left and right sides, so the order doesn't matter.
Adhering to the principle of men on the left and women on the right, I simply chose to search a few rooms in the corridor on the left first.
"Da, da..."
Jian Yi walked slowly in the corridor, looking around at the situation from time to time.
There is a picture frame hanging on the partition wall to his right, with gold rim and silver background. Inside is an ink painting, in which a crane leaps out of the paper and is picking up a perch from the river with its slender mouth.
The picture is good, but it is completely different from the decoration style of this villa. Especially when it is framed in such a brightly colored frame, it feels extremely inconsistent.
"I love antiques, but I don't care about style," Jian Yi smacked her lips, "Either he is a great artist with no particular style, or... he is a nouveau riche who won the lottery."
However, judging from the extremely rough landscape painting hanging in the hall, the possibility of the former is basically zero.
Because the owner of this villa has a very low appreciation level.
A rich man who doesn't understand art but is arty, well, does fit in with the characteristics of the Republic of China.
Jian Yi held a flashlight in his left hand and pushed open the door of the first room with his right hand. As expected, it was not locked.
Surprisingly, the room did not emit a decaying smell due to years of storage. Instead, there was a fragrance of plants, which made the air in the room not as turbid as he imagined.
The room is not big, only thirty square meters in area.
There is a chest of drawers on the left and right sides, and directly in front is a desk, closely connected with the bookcase on the right. There is also a pot of fresh orchids on the table, which must be the source of the fragrance just now.
To be able to survive intact for so many years is no longer a miracle, but rather weird.
There is a bronze clock hanging on the edge of the cabinet at a height of one person. Even after many years, it has not shown any rust and is still turning continuously.
I glanced at the watch on my wrist briefly, it was 11:03, exactly one second, the time was completely synchronized.
"Hmm...so the traces of life in this villa are still very obvious." Recalling the steaming teapot earlier, he thought of another possibility:
"Is it possible that there are still people living in the villa?!"
This conjecture is not impossible, because compared to the nonsense idea of ghosts making tea, living people are obviously more likely to live there.
Jian Jian walked lightly to the desk.
There were many papers with messy writing on the table. The ink had dried up long ago, and it was impossible to see what was written on them. They were piled scatteredly on the table, covering the entire tabletop.
"Tsk, it's a bit sloppy..."
Although paper is extremely messy, organizing written information is just a piece of cake for simple insights.
This strange disease that gave him extraordinary powers of observation finally came in handy.
Soon, he found a piece of letter paper with neat handwriting. Seven vertical lines divided the paper into eight parts, written from right to left. It was old-fashioned traditional Chinese characters and had a strong sense of the times.
[Name: letter paper]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Note: The letter paper is very new and has no signs of yellowing]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: This is just a piece of paper]
[Mr. Ye Wuchen personally declares: I heard that your son has been ill recently, and the house must have attracted evil spirits. Recently, I saw in the newspaper that I spent a lot of money to recruit famous doctors, so I recommended myself. The medicine will definitely cure the illness]
"Ye Wuchen, why does this name look so much like the hero of a novel about cultivating immortals?" Jian Yan threw the letter back on the table after reading it, "I have a son who is seriously ill..."
Although the tragic situation when the girl died was inseparable from this Ye Wuchen, he still wanted to say that he was willing to spend thousands of dollars to treat his son, which was much more normal than Andrew Priven in the previous script.
This is certainly not a compliment to Ye Wuchen.
Times are progressing, but human nature is deteriorating.
In comparison, the duties that a human being should have seem so precious.
In the next five minutes, Jian Jian quickly searched all the information in the entire study, but except for this letter, they were all letters to and from landlords and wealthy people. There was no genealogy or letters he wanted at all.
But yes, the exchange of letters itself is a method of communication that is only used when people are far apart. Family members do not need to communicate through letters or other media at all. They only need to talk face to face.
But the content of their conversation could not be recorded... So after searching the entire study, Jian Jian was still not completely sure of the connection between this incident and the girl's murder case.
But even so, he still found an extremely important clue in the letter:
[Brother Wuchen, words are like faces: I have been chatting recently and heard that Brother Wuchen has a daughter named Ye Nanan who is sixteen years old. Quanzi is very fond of her. I also hope that the two families will always be friends of Qin and Jin, so I wrote to inquire.
I wonder what brother Wuchen wants?】
The "**" marked by the system is a few words contaminated by ink. It is so dark that nothing can be seen clearly. It may be the name of the other party.
Jian Yi pondered for a moment, then opened the bookcase door and continued searching: "Could this Ye Nan'an be the corpse... Tsk, the situation is really complicated."
The old man who claims to be a miracle doctor, the rich man who proposes marriage...
The current story seems to have taken two completely different directions.
In other words, this information cannot be related at all.
"Das Kapital, Notre Dame de Paris... Isn't it a bit too avant-garde?" Jian Jian flipped through the pages and marveled, "With the level of knowledge in this era, there are so many Western books in the collection..."
But he suddenly stopped: because on the other side of the bookcase, the style of painting changed drastically.
"The Secret of Longevity", "Mongolian Medicine Heart and Brain Prescriptions", "Twenty-Cross Immortal Secret"...
Books with extremely serious feudal superstitious ideas appeared on the bookcase on the other side, which seemed very inconsistent.
Sure enough, he shouldn't change his opinion of Ye Wuchen casually.
"In other words, these books may belong to that girl?" Jian Jian thought of the girls' school uniform on the body, "It's a family with serious ideological conflicts..."
He was not sure about the girl's identity at first, but he could basically tell from her school uniform:
Servants of that era were not qualified or qualified to study in a girls' school, and girls were just students.
And even if the girl is a servant, she is not qualified to point fingers on the master's bookshelf.
Then there is only one identity for the deceased—Ye Wuchen’s daughter, Ye Nanan.
