What they said were all polite words. Only they themselves knew what they were thinking.
Coming out of the wooden house, Lu Xiufeng subconsciously took out a cigarette.
"Well, do you want one?" After lighting one, he handed it to the Miao Qingfeng.
"Thank you, but I don't smoke," the Miao Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Captain Yang, where should we start?"
"Let's go to Miao Qingshan's house first."
"Okay," the Miao Qingfeng said.
He then led the way and led the two of them to Miao Qingshan's house again.
It was the same as the last time they came. There were basically no changes. Yang Guanfeng and Lu Xiufeng carefully walked around the house several times.
Everything in the house had been turned over. Yang Guanfeng found that some very hidden places had been turned over.
"Have you found any trace of him?" Yang Guanfeng asked.
"No, the stockade has not given up on searching for him, but we haven't found him. After all, the forest is too big," the Miao Qingfeng said.
"Yes."
Lu Xiufeng held the cigarette in his mouth and stared at the pots and cans. He was about to touch them when he was stopped by the Miao Qingfeng.
"Captain Lu, be careful. Some of those things are poisonous. If you want to see them, tell me. I'll open them for you."
"Poisonous? Will they kill me?" Lu Xiufeng was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand.
"Ah, not really, but it will be more painful," the Miao Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Which one do you want to see?"
"One by one, next to this side," Lu Xiufeng said as he pointed.
"It's too dangerous to put these things here. What if someone comes in and accidentally touches them?"
"First, the people in our stockade won't enter the yard without the permission of the master, let alone the house," Miao Qingfeng said. "Even if the door is open, it's the same. In the past 100 years, there have only been a few accidents. Second, this poison is very dangerous for you, but for the people in the stockade, it's just a small problem. Even if you accidentally get infected, there are ways to get rid of it. At most, you'll just suffer a little pain. That's all."
"Oh, they don't close their doors at night, and they don't pick up lost things on the road. Is the public security environment so good?"
"It's alright, because we're all from the same clan."
"Then what about Miao Qingshan?"
Miao Qingfeng was stunned and choked on his words.
"This guy really doesn't know how to talk. I really want to kill him!" Miao Qingfeng thought.
"When the forest is big, there will always be a few crooked trees."
"Well, that's how he talks. Don't take it to heart," Yang Guanfeng hurriedly explained.
"It's okay." Miao Qingfeng smiled, indicating that he didn't care.
"Ah, how old is this comrade Miao Qingshan?"
"Thirty-four."
"You're not married, right?" Lu Xiufeng asked.
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't know the specific reason yet," Miao Qingfeng said with a smile. Why would he care about these things on a daily basis?
"Are there many older youths in the village?" Lu Xiufeng asked.
"What kind of irrelevant questions are these? Does this have anything to do with this case?" Miao Qingfeng couldn't help but complain.
"Well, there shouldn't be many. I don't really care about it."
"How old are you? Are you 30?"
"Twenty-nine."
"Are you married?"
"Not yet."
"Then, you have to hurry up. Aren't your parents worried?" Lu Xiufeng asked.
Hearing this, Yang Guanfeng saw the Miao Qingfeng's face change.
"Tsk, what's the matter?" He patted Lu Xiufeng.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, I was just asking, just asking."
"Captain Lu's questions don't have much to do with the case, do they?"
"Then ask about the relevant things," Lu Xiufeng said.
"How is Miao Qingshan usually in the village?"
"He is very loyal and honest, but he doesn't like to talk much. He usually stays at home."
"Why would such a person kill people?"
"I don't know about that," Miao Qingfeng said.
"Staying at home all day? Ah, so he doesn't go out much?"
"I don't know about that either. There are so many people in the village. Who goes out and who does something secretly? How can I know so clearly?" Miao Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Well, that makes sense."
Lu Xiufeng looked carefully at every corner. He then asked some very strange questions, such as what Miao Qingshan liked to eat, what he liked to do, what his constellation was, and so on. Miao Qingfeng was stunned.
Is he a police officer or a reporter from a gossip magazine? Why does he ask such strange questions?
Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.
"You two have been on the road for a day. After you arrived, you were busy investigating the case. In the evening, our patriarch will hold a banquet to entertain you two. I hope you can attend."
"Of course, of course," Lu Xiufeng promised with a smile.
"Well, I have arranged a place for you two to stay. What do you think?"
"Let's go there first," Yang Guanfeng said.
Miao Qingfeng took the two of them to the wooden building, where Yang Guanfeng had stayed the last time he came.
"You two take a rest first. I will pick you up later."
"Well, thank you for today."
"You're welcome." Miao Qingfeng said goodbye and left.
"How do you feel?"
"This young man is very shrewd!"
"Keep your voice down," Yang Guanfeng said. "Do you know if there is a bug in here?"
"It can't be," Yang Guanfeng said. "A small stockade is like a spy's workstation."
"Well, I always feel that this stockade is very unusual!"
"But it is unusual. I have seen the information about Miaoxi River. In the last census, I remember that he was 59 years old, right?"
"Yes."
"15 years ago, he was 59," Yang Guanfeng said. "His real age should be 74 now. A man in his 70s looks like he is in his 40s. Even if you say that he is in his late 30s, I think some people will believe it. How did he do it?"
"He took good care of himself, right?" Yang Guanfeng asked.
"Only Uncle Xingfei!"
"Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about something else. How is Miao Qingshan?"
"This person doesn't give me the feeling that he is the murderer of those cases."
"Why?"
"According to my observation in his home, he is a very homebody person who rarely goes out," Lu Xiufeng said. "This kind of person has a tendency to be autistic. It is true that he likes to fiddle with things, but he is shy and not good with words. He is relatively kind."
This was a unique ability of his. He could make a "sketch" of people he had never met through their living environment. He could analyze their psychological and behavioral characteristics. When he was in college, he specialized in criminal psychology.
"Was he framed?"
"It is very likely."
Yang Guanfeng was silent for a while.
"In fact, when I first came here, I didn't think that Miao Qingshan was the murderer. He was just a scapegoat. As for his purpose, I guess he wanted us to quickly end the case and leave. He didn't want us to stay here any longer. Moreover, last time, someone tipped us off!" When he said the last sentence, Yang Guanfeng said it in Lu Xiufeng's ear.
"So, there are still people in their stockade who know some inside information and want to reflect it to us?"
"Yes."
"Tsk, yeah."
"You must be careful when you speak," Yang Guanfeng said. "Although they won't do anything to us openly, you have investigated when you came here. These people are all experts in using poison. If they casually poison us, we may be poisoned without anyone knowing."
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