"What could it be..." Jian Yi picked up the crystal ball and looked at it with great interest:
[Name: Crystal Ball]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Explanation: An old-fashioned snow globe, if shaken vigorously, the silver shavings inside will rotate in the glass ball. It is generally used for gifts or personal collections. Its value is mainly for viewing, and has no use function or meaning. 】
[The letters h and y are engraved on the bottom. I don’t know what the intention is. The top is covered with dust, making the engraving very blurry.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Only single people can’t receive crystal balls! I’m talking about you!]
"Damn, you're playing a game and you're trying to attack my singleness!" Jian Yan complained dissatisfiedly, "It's like you have a partner, right?"
All joking aside, although this explanation is strange, it does not affect the interest of the simple analysis.
"The letter h most likely refers to the deceased man surnamed Huang who just received the Combat Medal. Then this y..."
Jian Yi touched his chin and said to himself: "It's most likely that the last name of the person he gave the crystal ball to is capitalized... Yang? Yan? Hmm... If you put it that way, then these things on the shelf may be gifts.
, put it here as a commemoration, now it can be explained..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, then put down the crystal ball: "If you think about it this way, these two people are probably already married...that's why these things are left here?"
Jian Yi nodded in agreement, and then turned his attention to the locked cabinet.
He didn't have the key, but he had a piece of wire he found on the shelf.
The world of lockpicking cannot be without simplicity, just like the West cannot be without Jerusalem.
"I think back to the time when Emperor Qing Dynasty brought peace to the world, he visited beauties and had his eyebrows painted. There was a beautiful woman who grew up in the Yang family in Hongnong, and the one in her boudoir was flawless jade. When the king saw it, he was overjoyed and took the tin box and gold hairpin in his arms.
, comment and postscript to be the number one flower in Zhaoyang..."
Jian Jian hummed a tune while unhurriedly inserting the wire into the keyhole.
With a hammer here and there, and a mallet here and there, and after a few flips, he quickly destroyed the lock.
Although it is very unkind, there is nothing I can do to solve the mystery.
He may have the bottom line, but can the bottom line be eaten? It's not rice noodles.
"There won't be any corpses to open the door to kill, right?" Jian Yi casually threw the lock aside, "If this is true, I will really vomit, it is too cliché..."
When he opened the cabinet door, he was disappointed by the scene in front of him.
There was no imaginary corpse, and no explosive clues. All there was was a strange little red box, the size of a simple palm, and the weight was as light as a feather.
"This is too boring..." Although he said this, he quickly opened the box with his bare hands. When the lid of the box was opened, the cards were scattered on the floor and covered with some dust.
He simply squatted down and picked up one of them:
[Name: Old Photos]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: An old black and white photo. It can be vaguely recognized that there are three people in the picture, a man, a woman, and a teenage child. The three of them are standing at the door of a villa, smiling and very happy.
Look.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Remarks: Photos are just photos. Don’t you know how to read them? You asked me to write notes...]
"Hey, hey, is there anyone here to take care of this comment? It's so lawless!"
He simply picked up all the photos on the ground, and found that the content inside was nothing more than a family photo, and there was nothing special about it.
The man's face is sharp and angular, showing his masculinity. Although the woman is not very good-looking, she is also relatively delicate in appearance.
"It seems that what I thought was right, not only are the two married, but they also have a child... huh?"
Halfway through the photo, Jian Yi frowned because he saw the young man's face, which looked a bit familiar.
"Have you seen it somewhere...wait..."
As he spoke, an incredible thought flashed through his mind.
He walked through the shelves and came to the dusty dressing mirror. After brushing away the dust, he illuminated his face with the light.
Yes, he guessed it right.
That face was all too familiar to him - he had seen the same face in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom of a coffee shop.
That face is clearly his own!
What's happening here?
He himself is the biological son of the owner and his wife?
Suddenly, a story appeared in his mind.
Death... murderer... murder...
If the original owner he played was that child, and both the couple had passed away...
What is the purpose of his character's murder?
It couldn't be clearer.
If the identity of the body can be confirmed again, then this mission will be self-defeating, especially...
etc……
"What about the remaining eight people?" Jian Yi touched his chin and raised his head suddenly.
An excited expression suddenly appeared on his face: "That's right, that's right... group photo, multiple rooms..."
His several years of experience in the orphanage finally came into use at this moment: such an obvious arrangement can only be adopted!
Jian Yi stood up and quickly rummaged through the large open cabinet.
Yes, as long as we can find evidence...
"Got you."
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the expression was like a specially made facial makeup.
He excitedly muttered to himself: "Sure enough, people are generally used to placing items of the same type or at the same time together...such as now..."
Jian Yan held the few red-skinned and white-backed certificates and flipped through them.
This certificate basically proved all his conjectures, including the purpose of the inviter and his life experience.
[Name: Adoption Certificate]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: There are many old certificates, and the specific time cannot be clearly seen. The photos cannot be accurately identified due to their age. Only the vague words Liu, Bai, Zhang, etc. can be seen vaguely.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Mr. Dongguo never imagined that the wolf he saved would actually bite him back.]
"I see..." Jian Yi nodded slightly, but the expression on his face was still strange.
He threw the photo into the closet and then pulled the closet to the ground.
No one will pay attention to this in a short time, and they will not guess a simple plan based on this trivial information.
Moreover, what Jian Jian told Liu Xinke was not completely nonsense, because it is very likely that some of them really did not have amnesia.
