After Jiang Zhuolin's question, the old lady was obviously taken aback. She knew very well that people from the Public Security Bureau would not care about a certain person for no reason, unless that person was related to the case.
Could it be...
Was it that honest and arrogant Pan Zhilong who harmed my old man?
With full of doubts, the old lady raised her eyebrows and said, "I know him. He and my old man grew up together. We always drink together when we have nothing to do."
"Then has he been to your house recently?" Jiang Zhuolin asked next.
"I've been here. He came over this morning, saying he was looking for a book that my old man borrowed from him. But after looking for a long time, he didn't find it, so he left," the old lady said.
"Book?"
Chu Heng's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "Auntie, did he say what kind of book it was?"
"It's just a book without a cover." The old lady looked up at him and couldn't help but ask: "Several leaders, did Pan Zhilong kill my old man?"
Jiang Zhuolin hesitated after hearing this, and then thought that the news of Pan Zhilong's death could not be kept secret, so he explained: "It's not him, Pan Zhilong is also one of the victims of this case, and he is dead now."
Suddenly hearing the news of the death, the Feng family were shocked and frightened. They were shocked by the murderer's rampage and feared that it would harm themselves. They hurriedly gathered around in panic and asked about the situation.
"Dead!"
"Uncle Pan, he..., this, this, this..."
"Comrade, how did you die?"
"Will the murderer find my home?"
"You must protect us! Comrade!"
…
"Bang!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
The old lady was the calmest one. She slammed the table hard, and after calming down the panicked family members, she asked Chu Heng and the others with a heavy face: "Several leaders, do you have anything else to ask?
Just say it.”
Several people looked at each other, and the one-eyed old man said softly: "It seems that the book should still be here, how about we search it?"
"Then try it!"
Jiang Zhuolin thought for a while and nodded, then turned around and said to the old lady: "Old man, we want to find the book Pan Zhilong said, and we hope you can cooperate."
"No problem, just search!" the old lady responded without hesitation.
"Wait a moment!"
The second daughter-in-law of the Feng family hurriedly stood up and said, "Be careful when you search, don't damage anything."
Seeing this, the old lady frowned and scolded sternly: "What are you still thinking about at this time? You have long hair and short knowledge, get back here quickly!"
The second daughter-in-law shrank in fear, ran back to her husband, and pinched his waist secretly.
Please say a few words quickly, otherwise we will really break things. Who can we talk to for explanation?
The second son of the Feng family frowned, but stood there motionless. Compared to the rags in the house, he cared more about his father's revenge!
Chu Heng witnessed this little action, and stepped forward with a funny look on his face. The temperament of a wealthy dog could not be suppressed from his tall and straight body: "Oh, don't worry, we will be careful, and if it is really damaged,
What, I’ll pay according to the bill!”
The second daughter-in-law immediately felt relieved and said with a smile: "I feel relieved because of your words, so you guys can search quickly."
"Then let's do it! But don't just put the target in the book, don't let go of all possible items!"
Following Jiang Zhuolin's order, Chu Heng and the others quickly took action and began to search for such unknown things throughout the Feng family.
Inside and outside the house, in front of and behind the house, in the closet under the bed, and even in the doghouse, as long as there is any place where things can be hidden, they will leave it alone.
The second daughter-in-law of the Feng family was like a supervisor, following them and watching, for fear that something would be damaged.
Looking at the handsome and handsome Chu Heng, this woman had a sudden thought... I don't know if they would compensate me if they hurt my man...
In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
The sun has begun to set in the west, and the blood-red sunset is gradually sinking in the horizon. However, Chu Heng and the others, who have already searched through the Feng family, have found nothing.
Uh... I can't say there is none, I can only say that the things found have nothing to do with the case.
For example, the eldest son and his wife of the Feng family hid more than 100 yuan of private money under the floor tiles, the old ivory horn in the dark cabinet of the chest of drawers, and the few pieces of money under the bed of the youngest of the Feng family.
So-called pornographic books with scenes of kissing Monet.
"Where is it hiding!"
Jiang Zhuolin was smoking a cigarette in the main room with a frown on his face, feeling unspeakably depressed.
We have obviously found the clues, and they are right in front of us, but we can't touch them or see them. It's really annoying.
Chu Heng was sitting next to him, holding Mr. Jiao wrapped in cotton in his hand and watching. After a few clicks of surprise, he casually asked the old lady: "Madam, think about it again, Mr. Feng."
Where can I put this thing?"
The old lady looked at the object in his hand with a strange expression. After thinking about it carefully, she said, "There are only a few places in the house where you can hide things. You have all searched them before."
"In this case... you can't leave that thing at home, right?" Chu Heng frowned when he heard this, and gently placed Mr. Jiao in his hand on the Eight Immortals table.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
The horn is curved, and when the two ends collide with the table, the sound they make is somewhat different.
Chu Heng didn't notice this. He put down his things and stood up, ready to suggest that he go to Feng Yongchun's unit to have a look.
"Eh?"
Before he could open his mouth, the one-eyed old man came over with a frown, reached out and made a fist, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Bang bang!"
"The middle of this table is space-time!"
There was a glint in the old man's single eye, and he hurriedly said to them: "Quickly, turn over the table and take a look!"
"quick!"
Jiang Zhuolin and others were suddenly startled. They quickly stood up and moved the objects on the table aside with all their hands. Then they turned the heavy Eight Immortals table over and placed it on the ground.
I saw that a piece of the table had been hollowed out in the middle, and a square board was mounted on it. The four edges were fixed with small rotatable wooden strips to prevent it from falling.
"Look what it is!"
Jiang Zhuolin squatted down with a look of surprise on his face, pushed aside the small wooden strips that fixed the board, and then gently opened the board to reveal a thin piece of paper hidden inside.
He quickly picked it up and looked at it, only to find that there were groups of strange numbers on it. He was dumbfounded: "9-15-8, 12-5-7...is this a password?"
"Let me take a look?" Chu Heng grabbed the paper and glanced at it for a few times. He handed the paper back to Jiang Zhuolin speechlessly, and said with a wry smile: "Yeah, it's just a waste of joy. What's the use of just giving a bunch of this stuff!"
The one-eyed old man took a look at it, chewed his teeth and said: "It should be a password, but there is no code book here, so just holding this is useless."
"Password book?"
The old lady stood aside and muttered, and suddenly her heart moved, and she hurriedly said: "Boss, five days ago, my old man suddenly told me that he asked me to put his favorite Gulliver's Travels away and never throw it away.
Okay, do you think that book is a code book? Otherwise, why would he let me keep a book?"