Chapter 1051 No Clues?

This is a man whose actual age is much younger than his appearance.

The rough face was filled with fierceness, but the red eyes were not from anger, but from exhaustion.

The harsh tone behind holding the dagger, but the retreating posture, made it clear that it was not an attack, but a warning.

Obviously, this is just a manifestation of a person who is highly stressed and even almost collapsed when facing strangers.

Ji Li stretched out his hand and pressed it on the inside of the security door. He moved his eyes to the living room behind the man and his expression changed slightly.

The scene inside the house flickers back and forth in darkness and blood.

There were a lot of splattered blood stains on the yellowed walls, and the wall facing the door almost turned into a blood-red mural.

The floor in the center of the living room was slightly warped, and gurgling blood was flowing downstairs along the cracks like a stream, staining the original color.

Human tissue is discarded randomly, stuck on the wall, lying on the ground, on the sofa, in the corner... There are a lot of red, white, and black pieces, and it is no longer clear which part of the flesh and blood they are.

This is simply a Shura field.

In this hell-like scene, a little girl wearing light white pajamas stood in the middle.

She was holding the wooden handle of a fruit knife in her hand, her head hanging on her neck, and her dead fish-like eyes looking at Ji Li blankly.

After Ji Li blinked for the second time, he still saw this old house and the middle-aged man in front of it.

He knew at the first glance that he was at the right place.

He carefully examined the man in front of him, and then came in uninvited.

A group of five people poured into the house from the door one after another, forcing the middle-aged man to step back until he hit the shoe rack. He exclaimed:

"Who the hell are you?"

Ji Li raised his cane and moved the dagger dangling in front of his eyes, looked at the man and said softly:

"We're here to help you solve your problems."

…

"The Seventh Spirit Detective Station...what does this mean? You are not the police?"

Tian Wenyong frowned into the character "Chuan" and kept looking at Ji Li, Mei Sheng and the other five people, and spoke very straightforwardly.

Ji Li stood at the edge of the living room, staring at the carpet spread in the center of the living room, as if he could see the broken little girl who once lay here.

Li Dahong sat next to Tian Wenyong, patted his thighs with both hands, and advised:

"Tian Wenyong, although we are not the police, we are detectives. We specialize in serving employers and can meet all your needs.

About Xiao Lianlian...

I believe that as a father, you also hope to solve the case as soon as possible, find the real culprit, and bring justice to Xiao Lianlian. "

Hearing his daughter's name, Tian Wenyong, a rough man, had his hands trembling. He raised his red eyes and looked at Li Dahong, but said nothing.

At this time, Yuan Kuan, who was standing behind the sofa, added to his anger and said:

"Although I don't have children, I think if I were you and my daughter was killed for no reason, I just hunkered down at home and waited for the police to notify me. I really couldn't do it.

Whenever there is a little opportunity or a little hope, I will seize it. If I hesitate for a second, I will feel sorry for my father's identity. "

Tian Wenyong was tall and powerful, but he was obviously an honest man. He was so excited by Yuan Kuan that he was trembling all over, but he did not talk back.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he stared and said:

"Well, I trust you and can hire you to help. I'll give you as much money as you want!"

Li Dahong's eyes flashed with joy, he glanced at Ji Li and Mei Sheng, and quickly agreed:

"We don't want money. This is a voluntary service. We will help you find out the truth and give your family and your daughter justice!"

This commission mission is really special.

The person involved showed no sign of employment before the mission. Instead, the agency needed to contact him on its own, which felt like a door-to-door sales pitch.

On this side, Tian Wenyong, Li Dahong and other three people were conducting further background understanding.

Since this case is also about solving the case, the family background of the victim Tian Xiaolian must be very important.

While Li Dahong and others were busy, Ji Li and Mei Sheng had been staying in Tian Xiaolian's bedroom for some time.

This is a very ordinary small bedroom.

Tian Xiaolian's family is not wealthy. Although she has a room of her own, nearly half of the space is filled with clutter.

The space that truly belongs to Tian Xiaolian is nothing more than a desk and a bed.

After Ji Li rummaged through a small pink schoolbag, he sat at the desk and looked at Mei Sheng in confusion.

After Mei Sheng opened the bed boards to check, she turned back to look at him in confusion.

The two of them searched Tian Xiaolian's bedroom and rummaged through her belongings, but found nothing suspicious or worthy of attention.

This is a very ordinary, very ordinary first-year elementary school student, nothing more.

But here's the problem.

Why would such a little girl become the target of a murderer and kill her in such a horrific way...

Not to mention whether the murderer is a ghost, is he really killing people randomly?

Ji Li doesn't think so, because such an approach would give him no chance to solve the case.

The identity of the murderer could be either a human or a ghost, and judging from the method of committing the crime, it is more likely that he is a ghost.

With this identity, if he commits crimes irregularly and kills people indiscriminately, there is no possibility of solving the case in a short time.

Unwilling to give up, the two men searched the small bedroom again and dug out all the sundries to check.

After yet another failure, they went to the master bedroom, which was the room of Mr. and Mrs. Tian Wenyong.

…

Half an hour later, at 17:51, Ji Li and Mei Sheng walked out of the bedroom one after another, with no expression on their faces.

This shows that their searches in the two bedrooms ended in nothing.

At the same time, Li Dahong and the others' questioning of Tian Wenyong also came to an end.

Li Dahong stood up from the sofa with a voice recorder and notebook, nodded solemnly and said:

"Then let's do this for now. We will contact you again if something happens later. In the meantime, keep your phone open."

After saying this, she nodded slightly towards Ji Li, indicating that it was okay, and then she wanted to leave.

Ji Li frowned and walked out. When he was about to reach the door, he suddenly turned back to look at Tian Wenyong and asked:

“Did Tian Xiaolian say anything to you before she was killed?”

Li Dahong had asked this question before. Tian Wenyong did not hesitate and shook his head decisively and said:

"No, the last time Xiaolian called us was three days ago. The school had to pay 800 yuan for books at that time."

Ji Li nodded, but changed the topic and asked again:

"Then how did you pay for the books to her?"

Li Dahong and Tian Wenyong were stunned at the same time. Obviously, this follow-up question was something they had not paid attention to before.

After Tian Wenyong thought for a moment, he pointed in the direction of the master bedroom and replied:

"There is more than 3,000 yuan in cash at home. It is hidden under the mattress in the master bedroom. I asked Xiaolian to get it by herself."

Ji Li narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked at Mei Sheng, as if to confirm.

Mei Sheng nodded slightly and whispered calmly:

"There was only one thousand and three left under the mattress in the master bedroom, and Tian Xiaolian took more than half of it."

In fact, this is not something very strange, it is even a very common thing for some children, but this is already one of the few doubts about Tian Xiaolian.

After Ji Li noted this down, he walked out without asking any more questions.

"etc."

When the five people turned around, they saw Tian Wenyong kneeling on the ground with a plop, tears falling hot from his face full of grooves.

"I have no ability and no money, but you can help me without expecting anything in return. I thank you on Xiaolian's behalf."

He didn't say many words of thanks. This overly honest man kept kowtowing, making the floor vibrate.

Even after the security door was closed, Ji Li could still hear the sound of kowtows behind a door.

The soundproofing of this house is really poor and unsafe.