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    "Twenty-four years ago, Qin Shuigen snatched the lottery ticket from my father. At that time, he had no foundation or property in Shanghai. I remember it was written in the information that the first real estate purchased by Qin was two warehouses.  This location at the gate"

    Feng Shizhen circled the map with a red ink pen.

    "Then he married Mrs. Tang, bought a house and shop, and established a company. Two years later, he bought the land where Rong Mansion is now and built a house. He shouldn't have buried the body in his own home where is it?  "

    The three people stood together, thinking about the map.

    "The warehouse has been in use and is not convenient for hiding anything." Yang Xiucheng said, "And Guojia Town is too far away. Besides, in such a small rural place, if there is any trouble, someone will know it immediately."

    Feng Shizhen¡¯s eyes swept around the map, passing Wen Chunli¡¯s position, and then turned back.

    If you can¡¯t deduce it from Qin Shuigen, you might as well start with your biological father.

    "My aunt said that my father was in Shanghai, buying and selling goods from the dock. Then he should live near the dock." Feng Shizhen stretched out his hand, and pointed at Wen Chunli's position with his long, white fingers, "Wen Chunli's back  It's just a small dock. I often saw small cargo ships unloading here when I was a child. Suppose I mean, if the friend who owed money mentioned in my dad's letter was Qin Shuigen, and he and my dad did business together, then  Most likely they all live near the dock.¡±

    Meng Xu'an said: "Shizhen, Shanghai has many waterways and many small docks. How are you sure it is Wenchunli?"

    "Because the man named Qin only set fire to Wenchunli!" Feng Shizhen's voice was sonorous and powerful.

    "Wait a minute!" Yang Xiucheng suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly, "I remembered that Rong Dingkun had a property in Wenchunli. He didn't buy it after the fire, but it existed before the fire."

    Feng Shizhen turned his head suddenly and stared at Yang Xiucheng with horrifying eyes: "Is it an old house about thirty steps away from the old ginkgo tree? It has a concave shape, an arched iron door, and two  The floors are high, and the doors and windows are equipped with iron bars?¡±

    Yang Xiucheng said in surprise: "I only went to see it once after the fire. I can't remember clearly, but it was indeed a two-story building with locked doors and windows. All the houses in that area were demolished, but Rong Dingkun refused to let them be demolished.  This building only had workers paint the exterior walls.¡±

    "Let me guess." Meng Xu'an chuckled, "He didn't even let the workers in?"

    "Yes!" Yang Xiucheng said, "I also felt strange at the time, so I asked Zhao Hua'an, the supervisor. Zhao Hua'an said that this was the place where Rong Dingkun lived before he became rich. He had feelings for it, and later bought it and wanted to keep it.  It was a souvenir. So nothing inside was allowed to be moved, and workers were only asked to replace a large iron door."

    Feng Shizhen took two steps back and stared blankly at the position of Wen Chunli who had nailed the thumbtack, and the blood drained from his delicate face.

    "That's where it is." Feng Shizhen murmured, "They rented together and did business together. Then he killed him for a lottery ticket"

    Meng Xu'an said: "There is another thing. I thought it was irrelevant before, but now it seems that it is not necessarily the case. Before Rong Dingkun - sorry, Qin Shuigen was bent on acquiring Wen Chunli, the real estate tycoon Zhang family was also interested in buying Wen Chunli. It's just that the Zhang family just sent someone  We went to start a conversation, and then the Rong family stepped in."

    "He was afraid that outsiders would discover this house." Feng Shizhen whispered and fell back on the sofa, "So he was eager to annex Wen Chunli and even set fire to the house. But he did not dare to touch the house. Because,  My dad is here!"

    She sat numbly, her whole body like a puppet that had lost its life, her eyes were dark and without a trace of light, and her face was frighteningly white.

    "You need to take a rest." Meng Xu'an frowned.

    Feng Shizhen shook his head and reached for the wine glass on the coffee table.  Meng Xu'an grabbed the wine glass first, rang the bell and called the waiter, and said, "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of ginger soup for Miss Feng."

    Feng Shizhen smiled bitterly: "The wine party would be better."

    Yang Xiucheng also advised: "Don't be too reluctant, Miss Feng. It's not easy for you to do this."

    "But I'm not done yet." Feng Shizhen grabbed Meng Xu'an's hand, clasping his wrist tightly with cold, sweaty fingers, "Master Qi, I want to go to Wen Chunli!"

    "Now?" Yang Xiucheng glanced worriedly at the dark rainy night outside the window.

    "Yes." Feng Shizhen looked at Meng Xu'an, his eyes reflecting the dancing fire of the fireplace.

    Meng Xian stared at her face, which was stained with blood by the firelight, and his eyes fell on her hand that was holding on to him.  Those thin white fingers looked so fragile, as if they could be broken with just a slight pull.  Canp; Dong Dong, Dong Dong

    "The back must be empty." Meng Xu'an said firmly, turning to look at Feng Shizhen, "Are you ready?"

    Feng Shizhen nodded expressionlessly: "Smash it!"

    The sledgehammer used to demolish the wall hit the wall with a loud bang, causing the bricks to fall loose and dust to rise.

    Others stepped back one after another. Feng Shizhen covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, but did not give in even a step.

    With the rumbling sound, bricks fell one after another, revealing a large hole in the wall.  The person who smashed the wall saw what was inside and stopped.

    Meng Xian took a flashlight and shined it.  In the wall, the black and yellow head of a mummy was facing outside, with deep-set black eyes, but it looked strangely at the people outside, especially Feng Shizhen, who was facing it.

    Amid the gasps and low voices, Feng Shizhen was unimaginably calm.  Meng Xu'an thought she would be frightened, or at least do something.  But she just watched quietly as they continued to tear down the wall, without saying a word or even moving her eyes, like a statue.  Meng Xu'an subconsciously wanted to hug her, or at least put his hand on her shoulder.  But he woke up immediately, shaking his head and smiling bitterly at his momentary impulse.

    The wall was almost demolished, and the corpses sealed inside were carefully moved out and placed on the ground covered with white cloth.  The body had dried to the point where only a thin layer of skin was left wrapping the skeleton. The clothes on the body were in rags, and there was a length of rope wrapped around the neck.

    The subordinate took scissors and cut off the trousers of the corpse's left leg.

    There is an obvious bone on the dry calf bone.  That was the mark left after the leg was broken and not connected properly.

    The subordinate searched the body again, took out a small dusty bag from the inner pocket of his coat, and handed it to Meng Xu'an.

    Meng Xuan put on gloves and carefully opened the bag, and a small black silver lock slipped into his palm.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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