Chapter 70 The Case of Disappearance in the Secret Room
Li Chongrun was a little surprised as to why the shopkeeper of Lifa Ya shop would let him look for this seemingly vulgar Fang Zheng, as if he knew that he was one of his own.
Only a few people in Fengyi Guard recognized me. Although there were many people in the court who knew me, they were all acquaintances of me.
Di Renjie naturally knew that he was from Fengyi Guard, but Cui Chenggui dared to reveal his identity in front of Di Renjie, but why? Could it be that Chen Ziang did not explain the rules clearly?
But before Li Chongrun could sort out his thoughts, Old Man Chen's house had already arrived.
The yard of Lao Chen's house is not big. It is a small courtyard with a single family. The rammed earth wall is a little low. Looking at the house from outside the wall, the thatched roof is a bit broken, but it should have been repaired a few times. The color
Some are deep and some are shallow.
"There is no one in the yard, and the main room door is closed." A tall delinquent stood on tiptoe, glanced into the yard, and reported to Cui Chenggui.
"Old Chen! Old Chen! I am Fang Zheng! Are you at home? I have something to do with you!"
Cui Chenggui shouted twice at the top of his lungs. The small courtyard was quiet and there was no echo at all.
"Master Cui, there's no need to shout, there's no one in Old Chen's house for a long time!"
An aunt in the house opposite heard Cui Chenggui's voice and walked out of her yard, greeting her as if she knew Cui Chenggui well.
As soon as Di Renjie walked to the door, he sniffed hard. "There's a problem."
"What does this smell like?" Li Chongrun also smelled it hard, but felt a faint smell of rotten eggs.
"Corpse stinks." Di Renjie said with certainty.
Cui Chenggui frowned, and the scar on his face was pulled, making his whole face look ugly.
Cui Chenggui reached out and took out a small pumpkin hammer from his pocket, and then reached out to push down the old and peeling paint of the courtyard door of Old Chen's house.
I pushed hard, but the door didn't move. It must have been bolted from the inside.
Cui Chenggui wanted his bad guys to jump in and open the door, but Di Renjie stopped him.
"Come on, I don't know what traces there are inside. I'm afraid that jumping in like this will ruin the clues."
Di Renjie took out a small knife from his sleeve, inserted it through the crack of the door, moved it back and forth, and then the door opened.
The small courtyard was very clean, there were no signs of fighting, and no bodies could be seen.
Li Chongrun took off his mace from Gai Xue's body, held it in his hand, and followed Di Renjie into the yard.
The smell in the courtyard is much stronger than outside.
Di Renjie walked around the yard twice and found several suspicious points. While telling Li Chongrun how to judge various traces, he analyzed whether anyone had entered the yard at the scene.
"Look here, there is a trace of someone kicking here. Someone should have bolted the door from the inside, and then jumped out from here. It was just that the foot borrowed some force here when going up the wall.
It will leave this mark.”
"And this mark shouldn't last long, it should be within this half month."
The footprints were not particularly new, but were already covered with a light layer of moss.
The further they walked into the main hall, the smell of corpses became stronger. Cui Chenggui used the small hammer in his hand to gently poke the door of the main room. The door made a few noises and then opened.
The blood-stained scene that Li Chongrun was worried about did not appear.
Although the smell in the main hall was strong, there was nothing unusual about it.
Li Chongrun walked around the hall carefully and found that Old Chen seemed to be proficient in writing and calligraphy, so he placed a small bookcase under the east wall of the main hall. Some simple pens, inks, papers and inkstones were piled messily on the bookcase.
superior.
But not a single piece of handwriting remains.
There are also several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. They are not signed, and the brushwork is still very immature. It seems that the person who painted them must be a child. However, they are still framed and hung on the wall, as if they value them very much.
The bedroom was very tidy. There were still two quilts lying on the earthen bed, and the furnishings were neatly arranged. However, no one had cleaned it for a long time, and there was a light layer of dust.
The whole hall gave Li Chongrun a very awkward feeling. Li Chongrun couldn't tell what was weird about it, but it just wasn't right.
Although many things in the house showed signs of being turned over, nothing was knocked over or messed up.
It's like someone rummaging through their belongings, only looking through them briefly, and then putting everything back when they found they weren't there.
"It looks like someone must have come looking for something larger, but it seems that there are no missing items in the furnishing room."
Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the room, Cui Chenggui acted much more casually, holding the small pumpkin hammer in his hand, knocking it with the left and poking with the right.
"No, something is missing, and there are at least three of them." Di Renjie's voice sounded from the main hall. When Li Chongrun went over to look, he found that he was staring at a mark on the beam.
"Although the high tables and high chairs made by Brother Run have become popular in recent days, it seems that the furnishings in old Chen's home are still the same as before." Di Renjie pointed to a spot on the beam with obvious friction marks, "
There should be a copper or iron pot hanging there, but I don't know where it went."
Di Renjie pointed out the first missing thing. Then he touched the dust on the top of the closet and showed it to Li Chongrun. Compared with other places, there was much less dust.
"The cabinets in the room are gone, there should be two. The water and rice jars are gone."
There are two wardrobes in the room, so naturally there are two cabinets.
Li Chongrun opened the closet and took a look, and found that they were all very common clothes, and there were no compartments or any valuables.
At this time, the cry of a bad person came from outside, saying that the bad person found something in the passage between the main room and the west room outside.
When Li Chongrun came over to take a look, he noticed a strong stench. A few bones protruded messily from under a pile of rotten fur. Judging from the shape, they should look like a dog.
"It seems that this is the source of the stench. There are no signs of struggle or escape. He must have been drugged to death."
Everyone came to the west chamber to take a look again and found that the west chamber was empty. Except for a stove near the south wall with a few pottery jars and bowls and chopsticks on it, which had accumulated a lot of dust, there was only a stove in the middle against the wall.
There was a long table, seven or eight feet long, with its legs firmly embedded in the floor tiles.
Li Chongrun was very curious and stepped forward to push the long table, but found that it couldn't be pushed.
After coming out of the west wing, the three of them looked for the famous intelligence organization at the corner of the street: Sunuan aunts had asked, and they were sure that no strangers, not even a dog, had come to Lao Chen's house in a month.
Just now, some bad guys shoveled a few shovels of soil and buried the dog. The smell was not as strong as before. Di Renjie, Li Chongrun and Cui Fangzheng returned to the small courtyard and got together to wonder what happened here.
"There should be at least three people in Lao Chen's family. They just disappeared without anyone noticing. Lao Chen, a woman and a child, I don't know whether it's a boy or a girl. No clothes were found." Li Chongrun said first.
I made my own judgment.
"Oh, why do you see that?" Di Renjie made an encouraging gesture, indicating to Li Chongrun to continue.
"The paintings on the wall are of very low quality, not even as good as the prints sold during the Chinese New Year in Nanshi. However, Lao Chen framed them very formally and hung them in the hall. They must have been painted by children in the family to value them so much.
It means there is a child at home. There is no extra bedding at home, which means he is sleeping with Lao Chen and the others, so he must be a child."
"It's a little boy." Cui Chenggui confirmed with Li Chongrun with certainty, "I remembered my humble job. Before, Lao Chen boasted to me that his son would study in the Imperial College in the future. He spent all his family's savings on sending his son there.
He is studying in a private school. He should be about eleven or twelve years old."
After solving one question, Li Chongrun still has another question that remains unsolved: "Old Chen's family doesn't seem so poor."
This was a question Li Chongrun had when he first came in.
Although Lao Chen's clothes are very simple, judging from the several transactions he has made with him, the amount of each transaction is not a decimal. Even if Lao Chen's tap is not much, it is not easy to change himself to a better house.
Disaster.
"Cui Fangzheng, how is the harvest of the people in this West City?" Li Chongrun asked this local snake curiously.
"For an old man like Lao Chen who was poached from other dental shops when Lifa opened, the minimum is to draw one out of ten." Cui Fangzheng told Li Chongrun with some jealousy, "I heard that the prince bought three at a time before.
For a little kid with ten ounces of money, Old Chen Guang took out six ounces of money, which made everyone in the West City jealous for a long time."
"Then why is the old Chen family so..." Li Chongrun thought for a long time but couldn't think of how to describe it. "Ragged? Does he have any bad habits? Such as drinking and gambling?"
"Old Chen is afraid of his wife. His wife usually beats or scolds her. This is a well-known fact in the West City. Where can I dare to drink and gamble?"
"Then where did Lao Chen's money go? Even if a child goes to the best private school, he can't spend so much money." Li Chongrun was very curious and walked back and forth in the small yard, even sticking his head out of the well.
I took a look and tried to find out where Lao Chen hid his money.
The little yellow-haired lolita, who had been unable to open her eyes due to the stench before, saw that the stench here had almost dissipated, so she walked in calmly.
Just when he walked to the long table in the west wing, he told Li Chongrun with certainty: "This place smells of blood!"
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