Mu Lengrui took out his camera and took pictures of the car. All parts of it were clearly photographed.
"Why didn't I notice you were bringing a camera?" Dai Yuxiao looked at his professional look and asked blurtly. In fact, he felt a little regretful just after asking.
As expected, Mu Lengrui rolled her eyes fiercely again: "Only a fool would not think of it. To search for clues, a camera is of course necessary. This car may be an important clue in the future, so of course you have to take a picture, stupid!"
After taking the photos, they walked to the door of the beautiful house. The hall door, like the courtyard door, was not locked at all. They pushed it lightly and the door creaked open.
The strange thing is that although the car outside is covered with thick dust and there is no one in the room, it is spotless. Didn’t the old woman say that no one lives at all? Her mother’s family has all moved to the mountains? Inside this room
, spotless, someone must have cleaned it, who is still thinking about cleaning this room?
The furniture in the room is all solid wood furniture, exuding a rustic atmosphere, while the rooms on the first floor have roughly the same furnishings. Apart from the furniture, there are some yellowed calligraphy and paintings framed in wooden frames and hung on the walls.
On the second floor, there is the master's bedroom and the guest room, which are equipped with simple solid wood beds. The beds are all empty. No one lives there, so there is no bedding.
On the third floor, except for a bedroom and a study room, the other rooms were empty and there was nothing.
There are many books on the bookshelves in the study. There is no dust on the bookshelves and the books are clean. It seems that the study has been cleaned regularly, otherwise it would not be so clean.
The two people walked around the study and stopped in front of a portrait. It was a sketch, a sketch of a woman.
The background of the painting is the sea with thick lines, and the waves are slightly curled. From the woman's long hair, you can see the blowing of the sea breeze. The woman, wearing a plain dress, is playing a violin attentively, watching.
It sounds gentle and delicate.
"This should be your mother... looks very similar to you..." Mu Lengrui pursed his lips and looked at the woman in the painting.
"Well, yes, she was so young and beautiful at that time..." Dai Yuxiao frowned in thought, her curled eyelashes were wetted by the liquid in her eyes. She didn't know who painted this painting for her mother.
To make the painting so lifelike, a lot of effort must have been put into it.
The woman in that painting has a lifelike look and expression, and that kind of artistic conception cannot be captured by a camera.
Both of them were attracted by the painting, and they breathed carefully, as if the painting had been infused with soul. If they were not careful, the soul would be disturbed by them and fly away.
They were looking at the painting in a daze when the door of the study room opened with a creak and a person came in. A short man, a few points shorter than Dai Yuxiao. He was also chubby, like a short man.
Winter melon.
"Ah!" The man seemed frightened, as if he didn't expect there was anyone in the study.
"Ah!" Dai Yuxiao also exclaimed at the same time, because she was disturbed while she was concentrating, so she exclaimed instinctively.
The short winter melon was much more surprised than her, with a look of fear on his face: "Ah! Shen Mengqin, it wasn't me who killed you! It wasn't me! Don't come to me... ah..."
As the short winter melon was talking, she shook her hands in panic, looked at Dai Yuxiao in horror, backed away step by step, then opened the door fiercely, and ran out as fast as if she had seen a ghost.
Mu Lengrui glanced at Dai Yuxiao, with a stern look on his face, quickly opened the door and chased after him.
No matter how fast the short winter melon's legs were, there was no way he could be faster than Mu Lengrui, whose legs were nearly twice his length. He didn't run a few steps before he was grabbed by the skirt of his clothes.
The man struggled to free himself. In panic, he even took off his coat, tore off his coat and continued running.
Mu Lengrui threw the coat aside and was not in a hurry. He walked a few steps quickly and walked directly in front of Short Winter Melon, blocking his way.
Suddenly a person much taller than him appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Short winter melon panicked and opened the corridor window to jump out.
"If you're not afraid of falling to death, just jump! This is the third floor! If you don't fall to death, you'll be crippled at most!" Mu Lengrui's eyes were cold and sharp, making people feel chilled.
The short winter melon hesitated for a moment, then stopped. With no way to escape, he sat slumped on the ground.
Mu Lengrui's eyes were cold: "Go back to the study, I have something to ask you!"
"Don't go, don't go, there's a ghost in there, there's a ghost..." Short Winter Melon waved her hands in panic, sat on the ground and backed away.
"Don't want to go? I will turn you into a ghost right now!" Mu Lengrui said viciously, his tone was cold and cold, and his eyes were so cold that they could penetrate a person's chest.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm going, I'm going..." Short Winter Melon crawled back to the study door. He was even more afraid that he would become a ghost.
Dai Yuxiao folded her arms and waited at the door. She knew that this person would definitely not be able to escape from Mu Lengrui's grasp.
When the man saw her, he was frightened again, but when he saw the sunlight hitting Dai Yuxiao, dragging out a long shadow, he calmed down after confirming that Dai Yuxiao was a human or not a ghost.
This short winter melon, when he saw her, he ran away in a hurry as if he had seen a ghost. Could it be that he thought she was Shen Mengqin in the painting? However, why did he say that he was not the one who killed her? There must be something fishy in this.
Short Winter Melon looked at her, then at the painting, with an incredible expression.
"Do you know Shen Mengqin? Tell me, what is your relationship with her?" Mu Lengrui asked coldly.
"I know her, but I didn't kill her. It wasn't me. Don't look for me!" Xiao Donggua quickly waved her hands. Dai Yuxiao and Mu Lengrui were dressed in extraordinary clothes and had outstanding temperament. They looked like respectable people at first glance.
, he cannot be provoked.
"You didn't kill her? How do you know she was killed? Who killed her? Tell me!" Since this short winter melon said that Shen Mengqin was killed, he must know some secrets.
Most people knew that she died in a car accident. This man actually said that she was killed. From him, he must be able to get some clues. Thinking of this, Mu Lengrui's eyes became even colder, as cruel as the hell gods.
Stare at this short winter melon.
"It's really not me, it's really not me... Sir, please let me go..." Short Winter Melon fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy again and again.
"It's not you, who is it?" Mu Lengrui saw that the short winter melon was so timid, and he took out a dagger from nowhere. The cold light shone in the sun, and he waved it in front of the short winter melon, taking away his frightened eyes.
fundus.
"I don't know who it is, I really don't know..." Short Winter Melon looked at the dangling dagger and trembled all over.
"I don't know? Huh?" Mu Lengrui flicked the dagger on his face a few times, and a few tiny hairs fell down.
"I really don't know, sir. If you know, I will definitely tell you. I really don't know, sir, even if you kill me, you still don't know..." Short Winter Melon didn't dare to move. His whole body was trembling, but his facial expression was extremely stiff. For fear of accidentally pulling on a nerve, the dagger would mercilessly leave a mark on his face.
"Then how do you know she was killed? Huh?" Mu Lengrui gestured back and forth on his face, trying the blade.
"It's Shen Mengqin's brother who entrusted me to come here to clean the house every day. But in the first few days, he set off a lot of firecrackers in the courtyard, saying that he died in an accident and wanted to ward off evil spirits. While setting off the firecrackers, he also said, "Mengqin, don't leave." Look for him, he was not the one who killed her..." Due to excessive tension, Dwarf Melon's facial muscles reflexively spasmed, and her face looked distorted.
"Chen Mengqin's brother? Set off firecrackers?" Mu Lengrui pondered for a moment. This sentence is really thought-provoking. It wasn't him who killed him. It wasn't him who killed him. Don't look for him. Don't look for him. Could it be that Chen Mengqin was killed? Qin's brother Shen Mengyuan knew more secrets and knew that his sister was killed?
No wonder they want to move to the mountains to live in such a beautiful house. It is precisely because of this that no one dares to make plans for this beautiful yard because they are afraid of attracting evil spirits and bringing disaster.
"Well...he also invited a mage to perform rituals to liberate the dead..." Short Winter Melon nodded repeatedly. Seeing that Mu Lengrui's expression had softened a bit, his heart fell back into the distance, and his tense facial expression relaxed.
"I asked you to clean the room every day, why don't you wipe the car?" Mu Lengrui was referring to the car in the courtyard that was covered with thick dust. If you scrubbed it every day, it would not be covered with such thick dust.
"He didn't let me touch that car. He said it was unlucky... I thought he was afraid that I would damage the car, so he never touched it..." Short Winter Melon's eyes were wandering.
"When did you start cleaning these rooms? And when did you see that car?" Mu Lengrui asked two key questions.
"Ever since I heard that after Shen Mingqin's death, her brother and her old mother moved to the mountains, he asked me to clean these rooms. After I came, I saw the cars in the yard, but he wouldn't let me move..." Short Winter Melon His eyes kept drifting back and forth on Dai Yuxiao.
According to this calculation, if Xiao Donggua's words are true, that car appeared around the time of Shen Mingqin's accident, and her brother said that this car was unlucky, then this car must be related to the car accident.
"You're talking nonsense!" Mu Lengrui's dagger was thrust in front of his eyes again, his eyes fierce, because he saw the erratic look in the short winter melon's eyes, which might be deceitful.
"No, really not, sir..." Short Winter Melon's nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense again.
"Then what are you looking at her for? Huh?" Mu Lengrui rubbed the dagger against his skin.
"I... think she looks too much like Shen Mengqin... So, take a few more looks..." Xiao Donggua said submissively, withdrew his gaze, and never dared to look at Dai Yuxiao again.
Mu Lengrui and Dai Yuxiao looked at each other. It seemed that this was all this man knew.
But the harvest was pretty good. At least I knew that this car was indeed closely related to Shen Mingqin's death, and it was certain that Shen Mengqin was killed by someone, and it was not as simple as a car accident.
"Do you know where Shen Mingqin's brother lives on the mountain?" Mu Lengrui then asked. Ai Donggua often meets Shen Mengqin's brother, so she should know his specific location on the mountain.
"I don't know. He just goes down the mountain regularly and gives me money. I'm not sure where he lives specifically..." Short Winter Melon shook his head.
"Can you take us up the mountain? We won't treat you badly." Dai Yuxiao, who hadn't spoken for a long time, added that if there were local people to lead the way, it would be twice the result with half the effort.
Dwarf Winter Melon waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, there are poisonous snakes on the mountain, and none of us locals are willing to go up the mountain..."
Dai Yuxiao frowned. She knew that there were venomous snakes on the mountain. However, her mother's brother and old mother couldn't live in such a beautiful house, so they went to the mountains where shopping and transportation were inconvenient and venomous snakes were infested. Live, why is this?
"How often do you and Shen Mengqin's brother Shen Mengyuan meet?" Mu Lengrui thought, if the time interval is short, they can wait here without taking the risk of going up the mountain.
"We meet on the 15th of every month, and he gives me money as a reward. It has always been the 15th of every month for so many years," Short Winter Melon answered.
"On the 15th? Did you just meet a few days ago?" Dai Yuxiao felt a little regretful. If she had come a few days earlier, she could have directly met her mother's brother.
"Yes, after he gave me the money, he left without saying much. He said that my mother was not feeling well and that he had to go back early."
"Okay, let's go." Mu Lengrui waved his hand, and that was all that could be learned from this man's mouth.
As if Dwarf Winter Melon had been granted amnesty, he quickly got up and ran away, not daring to look back.