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Du Qianlin found a relatively good hotel with hot water supply between 2 pm and 10 pm.

After giving the money and taking the key, Du Qianlin took the kid Kang Wenwen, who had become obediently silent because of illness, and let him do whatever he wanted, into the room.

Of course, the rent was not even AA this time, and Du Qianlin didn't intend to ask Kang Wenwen to pay.

"Come and take the medicine." Du Qianlin took out his Baijietong again.

However, Kang Wenwen, who had always been obedient, stared at the pill that Du Qianlin handed over for a while, and then said angrily, "I won't take it."

After finishing speaking, he still seemed afraid of being nagged by Du Qianlin, and his actions were not as fast as before. As soon as he kicked off his shoes, he got into the white and soft bed and hid, not confronting Du Qianlin.

The veins on Du Qianlin's forehead twitched, and he took back what he said just now that he thought Kang Wenwen was good.I said silently three times, "He is a patient."

Walking to Kang Wenwen's bedside, he tugged at his quilt, "When will you wait like this before you can search for evidence?"

no response....

"Kang Wenwen." Du Qianlin called his full name for the second time today, "Get up and take medicine."

Why is this kid so difficult? !

Exhausted of patience, Du Qianlin pulled back the quilt and was thinking about how to put the pill in Kang Wenwen's mind.

I saw Kang Wenwen pouted his buttocks facing him, and he was obviously asleep because he was motionless.

The flushed cheeks due to the fever were distorted by the pressure of him sleeping on his stomach, and his mouth was slightly pursed.It's just that they are all asleep, and their brows are still frowning.

Du Qianlin had no choice but to put away the medicine first, and then helped Kang Wenwen lie flat and fell asleep.Went to the bathroom to wash a towel to wipe Kang Wenwen's hands and face, took off his jacket and pants, and Du Qianlin was relieved.

"I'll go, you brat is so difficult to serve." Du Qianlin didn't look like the gentle talk in reality at all, he squatted beside Kang Wenwen's bed and poked Kang Wenwen's cheek and scolded.

After tossing together, it is almost five o'clock in the afternoon.Seeing that Kang Wenwen was sleeping well, Du Qianlin planned to go in and ask about the situation of the teacher.

Leave a note for Kang Wenwen, lock the door and Du Qianlin goes out.

The map shows the residence and work place of Zhou Wenhuai and Ma Gan.Private residences can be entered and searched, and Zhou Wenhuai should be still in Yangcun and has not come back, so now he can go to search.

When he arrived at the place, Du Qianlin knocked on the door cautiously first, and clicked "Open" on the floating interface after confirming that there was no one else.

The place where Zhou Wenhuai lived was a small apartment. He heard from his neighbors that he lived alone, so what relative did he not see.

Du Qianlin thought to himself, it is because he has no relatives.Zhoudi was reduced to ashes 10 years ago.

Du Qianlin walked around the room first, he was indeed from the city.

One bedroom, one living room, a study and a balcony.

In the living room, apart from a table and a radio, there are only some New Year pictures hanging on the wall.Du Qianlin casually searched for nothing of value.There are two porcelain flower pots on the balcony outside the living room, but the plants inside are dead because of the cold weather.

Du Qianlin reached out his hand to touch the dead leaves, and there was still some unimaginable toughness that would shatter when pinched.Press again and the soil humidity in the flower pot is still there.

In addition, there are some clothes hanging on the balcony, and there are some porcelain basins with big red patterns on the ground, with towels, mouthwash cups and toothbrushes inside.There are soap and tooth powder and a wooden comb on the windowsill next to it.

Du Qianlin turned and walked to the next bedroom.

Zhou Wenhuai's bedroom is almost a small study, full of books.The difference is that there is a bed in the middle of the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, a photo was found on the bed cabinet, which was of the young Zhou Wenhuai and a couple who looked similar to him.It didn't take much thinking to know that these two were Zhou Wenhuai's parents.There is a line of words written on the photo

[In the 27th year of the Republic of China, Goudan was sent to the city to study in commemoration. 】

"The 27th year of the Republic of China...that is 1938." Du Qianlin thought in his mind.

"Also, who is this Goudan?" My name is Gouzi, and this Zhou Wenhuai is called Goudan?

Apart from this photo, there was nothing else in the bedroom, except that when Du Qianlin opened the bed sheet, Zhou Wenhuai was shocked by how much he loved books.His bed is made of books.

This osmotic reading method may really work.....

The things in the study are very messy. Zhou Wenhuai is a teacher, so he has to assign and correct homework.Du Qianlin picked up a stack of homework at the foot of the desk, densely packed with words.It seemed to be homework for calligraphy practice. Du Qianlin saw a few well-written ones, and also saw a few that were written like ants crawling.But no matter good or bad, Zhou Wenhuai carefully wrote side comments with a Chinese ink pen.

He wrote words on every sheet, at least a dozen or so words, and many pages were filled with red, circled the words that the students wrote wrong and badly written, and gave corrections for each word.Even Du Qianlin couldn't help but be surprised by Zhou Wenhuai's work attitude, which is too serious and responsible.

Du Qianlin put down his homework, went to the desk and sat down.

On the desktop, there is a stack of books neatly placed in the upper right corner, a manuscript is placed near Du Qianlin, and the pen and ink bottle are placed together on the right hand side.Du Qianlin opened the desk drawer, and there was a red hard case book and a pair of glasses inside.Du Qianlin first picked up his glasses and looked at them. He also has such a pair of thin-rimmed round-frame glasses.

He put down his glasses and picked up the red notebook on the side.In fact, with this thickness, it can be said to be a red brick.

"Huh?" There is a small notebook under this "brick"?

It's like a primary school student's practice book. The cheap straw paper is so thin that it can see through the light, and the edges are fixed with cotton thread to prevent the paper from falling.

Du Qianlin looked back and forth, and found that the jointing and fixing of the poor quality cotton thread of this book is also very inexperienced. This one is probably a self-made book.

Slowly let go, the first page is full of small letters "one, two, three..." until the fourth and fifth pages have more complex structure of words.

Put so carefully, it also looks a bit old.Could it be Zhou Wenhuai's own calligraphy practice book?

So how long has this been kept.He is now a teacher.

All the books were in lower case like this, but when I turned to the last few pages, I couldn't open them.Like being stuck by something.Du Qianlin tried the thickness of five or six sheets of paper, and raised his hand to the window to look inside, but he couldn't see anything due to the dense black.

Du Qianlin threw the notebook on the table and flipped through the "Red Brick".

This is a diary, but it records Zhou Wenhuai's activities at school.Less like a diary and more like a teaching report.

After tossing and turning several times, Du Qianlin always felt that something was wrong.

After closing the notebook, Du Qianlin bent over to look at it from the side, and from the bottom to the top.

Because it is a hard-shell book cover, it will keep the same as when he left the factory.The thickness of the spine is slightly higher than the paper inside.

Du Qianlin opened the "shorter" page again, but he couldn't see anything when he opened it.Du Qianlin forcefully opened the place where the paper was sealed with both hands, and this time he saw the almost torn pages.

About seven to ten pages of paper were torn from the front of the book.

Was it Zhou Wenhuai who tore it up or someone else?What is written on it?Does it have anything to do with this case?

Du Qianlin groped up, down, left, and right, and there was no interlayer and nothing abnormal.

He weighed the notebook in his hand.

With such a big book, there are no institutions?

Du Qianlin was a little frustrated. It had been 11 hours since the body was found, but nothing about the deceased and the murderer was found.Whether the jar in the cellar was actually made by the murderer of this murder is another matter.

Annoyed, he pinched his eyebrows.

I wonder if Kang Wenwen woke up?Go back first, I can't find any clues here.

Du Qianlin thought to himself, and got up and pulled away the chair. When he turned around, the corner of his clothes accidentally swept the straw paper that he had put on the table just now.Du Qianlin bent down to pick it up, trying to put it back in place.

But the hand that had been put in the drawer was reluctant to let go, the last few pages really made him care.

Sit down again and remove the clutter from the table.Du Qianlin carefully tore apart the stuck pages.

On the penultimate page, there is nothing but a light gray trace of the original form, like ink that has been dissolved in a lot of water.

The penultimate page, the same as the previous, only with larger and darker ink.

Three pages left.It was so tightly glued that Du Qianlin had no choice but torn a lot.

There were words on the penultimate page, which happened not to be torn.

There are a few words written on it like ghosts.

"I hate...."

The words on the back were smudged with light-colored ink, making it hard to see what it was.

Du Qianlin read it carefully several times, but couldn't see anything, and the strength he wrote with a brush couldn't be printed on the paper, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to rub it.

The remaining two pages, one page is a page of lowercase script practiced by Zhou Wenhuai, and the other page is in the same messy direction as the words just now, and the ink drops are scattered all over the paper.

Du Qianlin was thinking that this might not have been written by Zhou Wenhuai.

"They....deliberately...damn...damn...Dad, Mom..." Du Qianlin struggled to read the handwriting on the paper.

With just a few words, Du Qianlin felt his anger.

"Villagers... fire... Zhoudi?"

Du Qianlin read these two words several times, and there were some light-colored ink marks on them.But at this moment, Du Qianlin also knew how the light-colored, round, smudged ink marks were caused.

These are Zhou Wenhuai's tears.

This is what Zhou Wenhuai wrote, probably when he knew that Zhoudi was burned and his parents died tragically in the fire.

Du Qianlin's fingers lightly stroked the crumpled paper surface soaked in tears.

Zhou Wenhuai's motive for killing has surfaced, so what about the remaining two people?

I searched Zhou Wenhuai's house carefully again, but there was no paper or anything related to Zhou.Du Qianlin had no choice but to put the two straw papers into his inventory, and put the rest back in their original places.

After closing the door, the room returned to silence.