Of course, all Ye Qianfan could see was Feng Huo and Licorice going crazy.
"Well, who else can we look at?
It's not them."
Wang Ling swung his chin towards Feng Huo and Licorice, turned around, and said sadly, "What a pitiful family, what a pitiful parent in the world, look at them, how can we not "Moved" "Hey, yes."
Ye Qianfan also said sadly, "A poor life is nothing to them, but their children are their lives."
At this time, a voice suddenly came: "Come down and play Xiaoqiang with me."
Although this voice was weak and high-pitched, it still shocked everyone present.
Wang Ling hurriedly turned around and looked at the door of the landlord Mrs.
Du's house.
She saw half of Liu Xiaobao's head sticking out of the door, and one small eye flickering timidly, looking upstairs.
Wang Ling believed that this little guy must have seen Feng Xiaoqiang's soul.
However, before he could speak, Ye Qianfan walked over, knelt down, waved his hand towards Liu Xiaobao, and said, "Hey, kid, what's your name?
Can you tell me who you were calling just now?"
"I'm barking" Before Liu Xiaobao finished speaking, Mrs.
Du rushed up, hugged Xiaobao in her arms, and shouted at Ye Qianfan with a straight face: "My grandson has cerebral palsy.
He is so young and is still afraid of things.
Don't ask random questions."
He scared him, what should I do if you have any questions?
Xiaobao, be good and go back to the house quickly."
As Mrs.
Du spoke, she pushed Liu Xiaobao back into the room, closed the door, and stood at the door like a door god.
Ye Qianfan rolled his eyes and stood up slowly, unable to say a word to the weird old woman.
At this time, Feng Huo and Licorice came down from upstairs in disappointment.
Ye Qianfan stepped forward and tried his best to comfort them and calm them down.
Mei Hexuan has also looked at the flower pond, and his eyes are staring at the withered nail plant to observe carefully.
Wang Ling watched Feng Xiaoqiang's soul follow Feng Huo and Licorice down the stairs and stand between his parents, holding his father with one hand and mother with the other.
However, their parents didn't know at all.
Wang Ling's heart was almost broken.
Although he doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone a child, he has a compassionate heart.
The sight of Feng Xiaoqiang and his parents separated in front of him made him heartbroken.
Seeing this situation, he hated the person who killed Xiaoqiang even more Wang Ling turned around and saw Mei Hexuan checking the nail grass, and then he controlled his emotions and returned to reason.
Wang Ling walked up to Mei Hexuan, looking at the withered nail plant with both eyes, and said softly: "Uncle He, if I mean if it is a murder case, 90% of the bodies are here."
After Wang Ling said this, Mei Hexuan turned his head suddenly and stared at him with two eyes, full of admiration.
He secretly glanced back at the people behind him.
Seeing that he didn't attract their attention, he leaned towards Wang Ling.
He stopped and asked softly: "What evidence do you have?"
"If I remember correctly, the landlord Mrs.
Du once said that these flowers were carefully maintained by her, right?
Since it was carefully maintained by her, it is midsummer and the trees are lush.
How could the flowers wither?
The only explanation is that someone touched the roots of the flower," Wang Ling analyzed.
"Yes."
Mei Hexuan nodded, "You continue."
"Then why do you need to touch the roots of the flowers?"
Wang Ling said, "It's definitely not to fertilize, but to bury something.
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Then what should be buried under the flowers she carefully maintained?"
"what" "There is only one possibility, and that is that this thing does not want to be discovered and cannot be taken out casually.
Although it is not 100% sure, if Xiaoqiang is really killed here, it is likely to be buried here."
Mei Hexuan nodded while listening, took two puffs of cigarette, and suddenly asked: "If it is true as you said, then why didn't even the police dog smell it?"
Wang Ling and Mei Hexuan looked at each other, thought about it, shook their heads, and said, "The only way to know is to dig it out."
Wang Ling said, and he was about to attack the withered nail grass.
"What are you going to do?"
Mrs.
Du suddenly got angry and rushed towards Wang Ling.
This time Wang Ling did not ask her to understand again, but opened his eyes wide and warned Mrs.
Du seriously: "Aunt Du, look, this nail plant is dead, can't you move it?"
There is a pair of small hands under this nail plant.
Let’s break the root of this nail plant and let’s take a look.
How about it?”
Having watched Feng Xiaoqiang's soul emerge from here twice, Wang Ling was almost certain that Xiaoqiang's body must be buried here.
In addition, Mrs.
Du's recent behavior has always been very strange, which has made him very suspicious.
Wang Ling was so angry that he couldn't help it, so when he spoke his words at this time, although he didn't howl at Old Mrs.
Du, the serious and suppressed voice made Old Mrs.
Du stunned and retreated in despair.
"What are you going to do?"
Mrs.
Du was a little scared.
"Don't do anything."
Wang Ling said proudly, "Aunt Du, we are handling a case now, please cooperate.
If there is no problem in this flower pond and your flowers are killed by me, I will compensate you."
Wang Ling said, without looking back, he just reached behind his back, grabbed the dead nail plant, and pulled it out forcefully.
The flower pond is not large, rectangular in shape, about two meters long and one meter wide, and is built against the corner of the wall.
Wang Ling pulled out the nail grass and didn't find any digging tools.
He just stretched out his two hands and slowly dug out the soil in the flower pond.
The soil in the flower pond is very wet, as if a lot of water has been deliberately poured recently.
Wang Ling dug with both hands without feeling how hard the soil was.
This made him even more suspicious.
The soft soil seemed to indicate that it had been disturbed recently.
Feng Huo, who was standing aside, seemed to understand something when he saw Wang Ling like this.
He rushed over and stretched out his two big hands, but he was digging even more energetically than Wang Ling.
"Stop it, you can't dig it.
Oh my God, I can't dig my flowers," Mrs.
Du cried at the side.
Wang Ling ignored her at all and just kept digging the soil with Feng Huo.
Ye Qianfan seemed to understand something.
He took a few steps and stood between Wang Ling and Mrs.
Du, obviously to prevent Mrs.
Du from coming to stop him again.
Mrs.
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Du was naturally sensible and knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him at this time, so she stood there without moving.
Wang Ling and Feng Huo were digging.
Suddenly, Wang Ling stopped and just bent over, staying there in a daze, as if he saw something.
Feng Huo also stopped, his body softened, he pressed the edge of the flower pond with both hands, squatted on the ground, leaned against the south wall, and sat blankly, tears falling silently from the corners of his eyes: