At this time, Wen Xin handed me the phone, and I saw on the theater homepage above that the movie was indeed released a week ago and is still in theaters. However, the broadcast time on the day of Yao Yuan's car accident cannot be directly queried now. If
To verify, you have to go to the theater.
"Yes, the murderer's psychological quality is so strong. Even if Cheng Yong is really the murderer, he probably won't stumble over such a trivial matter."
"Yeah, let's wait until we confirm it with the theater." I sighed helplessly.
"After all, insiders are involved, so don't make any noise until the evidence is confirmed. The two of us can just investigate secretly." Wen Xin said in a deep voice.
"Well, as for Crazy Brother and Shengun, I won't make any calls for now. I'll find a suitable opportunity and then inquire." As I said that, I put the notebook I had just drawn the route into the Shengun's drawer.
When I was putting the notebook away, I saw a black box at the bottom. Out of curiosity, I took away everything on the box. The box was made of wood and had some patterns on it, which made it look antique.
When Wen Xin saw me taking something out, she also came over, pointed at the box and asked me, "What's in here?"
"I don't know, I've never seen a magic stick with such a box."
"Open it and take a look." Wen Xin said.
"Wouldn't it be bad to just touch the magic stick's things without his consent?" I hesitated.
"See if the box is locked."
After listening to Wen Xin's words, I tried it and found that the box lid was loose.
When Wen Xin saw it, she said: "Since it's not locked, it shouldn't be personal privacy, so it doesn't hurt to take a look. Now all three of them are suspected, and we can't investigate directly. It would be good to get more information."
I was already curious about the contents of the box, but after hearing Wen Xin say this, my burden became much lighter, so I opened the box.
After opening the box, a scent came to my nose, like the smell of sandalwood. I took out the contents next to each other. There were five notebooks stacked on top, and underneath was a photo frame. There was a man and a woman in the photo.
The man held a little girl over one year old in his arms.
"It seems that this is a family photo of Shengun's family of three." I didn't know Shengun's wife and daughter, but I recognized that the man in the photo was Shengun. He looked much younger than he is now, and he smiled brightly. I must have
He must have been very happy then.
"So good." Wen Xin reached out and gently touched the little girl's face in the photo and said.
Looking at her cute appearance and thinking that she is no longer alive, I feel a great sadness in my heart as I have never seen this little girl. As her father, one can imagine the grief Shengun endured.
I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I handed the photo frame to Wen Xin, but I saw that her eyes were red and there were tears.
I took a piece of paper and handed it to Wen Xin. She said "thank you" and then put the photo frame back into the wooden box.
Later, we looked through five notebooks, which contained the diary of the god stick. From the content, it can be seen that the first diary entry was written on the day his wife died. After that, it was recorded every day without interruption. The most recent entry is
Wrote it yesterday.
In the diary, Shengun talks about his daily life, from work to life, from the weather of the day to the three meals, everything is detailed, and he addresses the versatile "you", just like a conversation.
I read a few articles carefully, and the plain text revealed the deep longing of Shengun for his wife and daughter. This longing made Shengun feel world-weary several times. It was his responsibility to the elderly on both sides that made him persevere.
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What touches me the most is that every diary entry ends with the same sentence - I am fine, my parents are fine, I just miss you.
There are five diaries, and Wen Xin and I read them separately. After all, I am a man and can control my emotions well, but Wen Xin could not help but shed tears, so she had to wipe them away while continuing to read them.
"It's not easy to be a magician." Wen Xin's voice was choked when she said this.
"Yeah, for him, maybe death is a kind of relief." I said with emotion.
Wen Xin put down the notebook, put the five books together, and carefully put them back into the box.
I suddenly remembered that the magic stick kept a diary every day. If we look at Yao Yuan's diary on the day of his car accident, wouldn't we know what he did?
Thinking about it, I asked Wen Xin to wait a moment. Wen Xin looked at me doubtfully. I took out the notebook at the bottom and quickly flipped to the day of the accident. I found that this day was the death anniversary of the wife of the magician. He went to work during the day and took leave after dinner to go to the cemetery.
After worshiping his wife and daughter, they were buried together.
I dug out the first diary entry again and checked the date. It was indeed the same as the day of the car accident.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The magic stick was indeed no problem. Moreover, worshiping my wife and daughter would naturally not be mentioned in my mouth. It was normal that he didn't say anything about it that day.
Although if you think about it carefully, no one would be stupid enough to write down his murder in a diary and put it in an unlocked box, but I don't think such a sentimental person would use the anniversary of his wife's death as a guise to do it.
It's something shady. From what I know about him, it's even more impossible for a magician to do this.
After putting the box back into the drawer, Wen Xin said, "Let's go."
“I haven’t read the driver’s interrogation record yet,” I reminded her.
"I'm feeling uncomfortable right now. I'm not in the mood to analyze the case. Let's take the transcript and talk about it later."
This is the first time she has shown such a sad look in front of me. I thought she could ignore everything for the sake of her work.
After getting in the car, I asked Wen Xin where she was going. She thought for a moment and smiled playfully at me: "Didn't you promise to treat me to a big dinner?"
I was stunned for a moment and realized immediately that she was referring to what we had just talked about on WeChat. I was about to say that she was trying to restore the facts of the case, but when I saw her tear-stained face, my heart softened again and I asked instead.
: "What do you want to eat?"
"As long as it's delicious." Wen Xin made an exaggerated expression.
Finally, I treated Wen Xin to a seafood buffet from a four-star hotel in the city, including oysters, scallops, abalone, shrimps and crabs...she ate a big plate of almost everything, let alone a girl, many big men
They may not have such an appetite, I was dumbfounded when I saw it.
After coming out of the hotel, Wen Xin said a little embarrassedly: "It cost you money, I'll treat you next time."
I deliberately teased her: "It's a buffet anyway. I only paid so much, so it's not considered a waste. It's a hotel, so it must have lost money on you."
"Are you laughing at me for being able to eat it?" Wen Xin asked angrily with her hands on her hips.
"No, it's a blessing to be able to eat. You see you have such a good figure, but my life is not that good. I gain weight even if I drink water. I don't dare to eat more when I see delicious food."
"That's good, I'll help you share the food if you have any delicious food from now on." Wen Xin said with a smile.
After getting in the car, I asked her: "Are you feeling better now?"
"Well, only food can relieve my worries."
"That's good, let's go to the hospital to see the magician." I suggested.
After Wenxin agreed, I drove to the hospital.
On the way, Wen Xin asked: "If I turn on the overhead light to read the transcript, will it affect your driving?"
I replied: "No problem, just drive it."
After hearing this, Wen Xin turned on the small light on the roof of the car and began to check the driver's record.
"This interrogation record is not very formal. It is not a traditional format template, but just a few pages of dialogue paper. It does not even include the identity information of the off-road vehicle driver. You said before that the prodigy's ability to handle cases is average. It seems a bit sloppy from this point of view."
Just listen to Wen Xin muttering to the side while watching.