Mu Qingyun suddenly felt a little sad.
It is said that Qi Meijuan is optimistic, cheerful and carefree. Who knew she still had such fear!
She must be very scared, and at the slightest sign of trouble, she would suspect that she might also suffer from a terrible disease like Alzheimer's disease.
Hidden among the lively, cute and interesting paintings all over the wall is her deep fear.
"No wonder."
No wonder she felt a little lonely and uncomfortable every time she saw that Grandma Qi before.
Mu Qingyun breathed out, "Take out the notes that Mrs. Qi showed me and look at them again."
On the day of Qi Meijuan's accident, this notebook was still in Mu Qingyun's hands, and it was naturally given to Li Xun for inspection.
Inspection Li and others have studied it countless times, and have already copied it and asked the inspectors in the Inspection Department to read it carefully.
Notes like these written by the victim himself are the most likely evidence to reveal clues to the murderer.
But after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't find any clues.
That is the record Qi Meijuan left when purchasing real estate in the past six months.
Mu Qingyun nodded and turned page by page.
Turning over and over, she couldn't help but immerse herself in it.
It feels different from the first time I watched it.
She didn't take a closer look at that time, but when she saw the cute little animals everywhere, she couldn't help but feel a little complicated.
Inspector Li sighed and said, "She has done a lot of homework and is very serious about choosing a house."
After investigating all of Qi Meijuan's relatives and friends, they all said that Qi Meijuan valued the place where she would retire, and compared many properties, she finally chose this one.
Mu Qingyun picked up the second half of the copy and handed it to Inspector Li.
"Who is this chosen for?"
The houses that Qi Meijuan pays attention to are those that are large in size, have a good environment, are convenient in all aspects, and are perfect.
But this small book focuses on compactness.
Although they are all compact properties, their characteristics are different.
Mao Aqin likes to be quiet but doesn't like to make noise. She suffers from migraines and feels uncomfortable when the sound is too noisy.
Mu Qingyun still remembers seeing Grandma Qi and Mao Aqin on the road last weekend. Grandma Mao was talking on the side of the road. Grandma Qi saw a few children playing games nearby and hurriedly hurried away.
Jiang Huimin grows flowers at home, and there are several house types with small yards.
Wang Xiaoyu likes the kind of high-rise buildings, and this note contains the kind of high-rise buildings that Qi Meijuan dislikes very much.
The notes were written in great detail. Mu Qingyun stared at them carefully for a long time, then turned around and looked carefully at Qi Meijuan's room.
He is a very playful person who loves to sing and dance. His room is kept very clean. On the window sill is a white porcelain vase with a long neck and flowers in it.
There is a circle of bookshelves on the wall next to the bed. She obviously did not create a special study room. There are many parts on this bookshelf, which look like decorations at first glance.
There are some magazines beside the pillow, including pictorials that are very popular nowadays.
There was a thick stack of movie and entertainment pictorials with a certain movie star's face on the cover, and the edges were frayed.
Inspector Li said softly: "It seems that no matter how old women are, they all like young and beautiful men."
There was a trace of solemnity on Mu Qingyun's face, and he said slowly: "There is still the last step left. If it is as I expected, such things must be left in the recording studio."
Inspector Li was stunned: "What?"
Mu Qingyun smiled: "Let's go to the recording studio."
Inspector Li said helplessly: "Classmate Mu, you must not learn the bad habits of making people appetizing."
Mu Qingyun sighed.
She didn't mean to titillate people, but there was no solid evidence for the conclusion she came to, and if it were true, it would make people feel very uncomfortable.
The recording room was the scene of the crime, and even though it had been cleaned up, there was still a lingering smell of blood as soon as you entered.
Mu Qingyun squatted down at the place where Qi Meijuan was killed. He turned around and looked to one side, just in time to see the flowers and trees outside the window, as well as the large and small picture frames hanging on the flowers and trees.
One of the little rabbits had a mysterious smile on his face.
Mu Qingyun stared at the little rabbit's smiling face, wondering if it was a sudden illusion, but he felt that this smile was exactly the same as the smile on Mrs. Qi's face.
She looked at it for a long time, fell silent, and said softly: "Find a way to send us a message."
"Let's just say that the suspect is a master of bone-shrinking skills, which makes all the residents in the community nervous."
Inspector Li: "!!"
Mu Qingyun said seriously: "The suspect's name is Qiao Qing. A secret surveillance camera captured his escape route after committing the murder. He came down from the skylight of Zhao's house. He killed someone and ran along the river."
"Not only did this guy kill people, he also took an ancient painting of Grandma Qi's, "Sunrise Picture," from the recording room. The surveillance camera clearly captured the scene of him sitting on the wall with the painting."
"However, he was probably worried that it would be too conspicuous when he left, so he didn't take the painting with him. He asked the inspection department to find the "Sunrise Picture" by the river."
"Zhao Ze will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Brother Li, go and return the "Sunrise Picture" to Zhao Ze."
Inspector Li: "But where can I find those pictures?"
"this is not?"
Mu Qingyun picked up a painting from the shelf and handed it over.
Inspector Li: "..."
Although I don’t understand what Classmate Mu wants to do, the Inspection Department can still produce a few of the big mouths who gave the painting to Zhao Ze and said a few words by the way.
It's another weekend.
A man in a black coat sat on a stone by the river, holding a cigarette in his hand, but not smoking.
The sun was setting in the west, and only the street lights were on in the community. As soon as we approached the river, there was a sense of complete silence.
Suddenly another person emerged from the bushes, wearing a black coat, a black mask, big sunglasses, and a big black hat. He walked over awkwardly and a little hesitantly.
Walking up to the man, the black coat lowered his voice and whispered: "Here you go, don't show up again in the future."
The black coat pushed a scroll over, pressed the brim of his hat, turned around and left.
As soon as she turned around, a group of patrolmen emerged from the bushes next to her.
The autumn wind was high and cold, and everyone's hands were so cold that their backs were red. They rushed over and pinched the person, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Xunzhang walked over in two steps, reached out and lifted the hood of his black coat, revealing a familiar face.
It was Mao Aqin.
Inspector Li thought he was mentally prepared, but at this moment he still couldn't bear it, and he made a fist and punched his thigh.
"Damn, even you killed Mrs. Qi."
Is there still true love in this world?
"Why?"
Inspector Li's eyes turned red when he remembered the information he had just investigated.
"Do you know, Qi Meijuan wants to give you a surprise. She just signed a contract with the real estate agent. She will provide a sufficient amount of money as a mortgage. She said that you have won the prize and can buy with zero down payment and interest-free loan. That property.”
