"Isn't today Zhang Jing's death anniversary?" In Lin Jinghao's memory, when he came here, Zhang Jing's disappearance case was the first case he handled. It should not have been a full year until now.

"Yes, it seems there is something wrong with this Zhang Ning." If what the driver said is true, then I'm afraid Zhang Ning is not as normal as he seems on the surface.

Under the leadership of Mrs. Wang, Lin Jinghao and Pei Feng arrived at the door of Zhang Ning's room.

"Is the room still the same as it was before you called the police?" Lin Jinghao asked Mrs. Wang.

"Officer, I understand. I watch that detective show on TV every day, and I know I have to protect the scene. After calling the police, I didn't even let my grandma in." Grandma stood downstairs, looking up at her.

Looks like, I'm afraid I haven't really come up before.

The door was pushed open, and the first impression of the room was that it was neat and tidy. The window was opened a crack, and the wind blew in. The beautiful wardrobe door was closed, and even the quilts on the bed were neatly folded. Except for the floor,

Apart from some torn pieces of paper scattered around, the child's cradle was also empty. It looked very organized, giving the impression that the owner did not leave in a hurry.

"Pei Feng, pick up the pieces of paper on the ground and put them together," Lin Jinghao walked around the pieces of paper on the ground and walked to the window. Across the desk, he reached out and pushed open the window. He wanted to confirm whether there were any signs of someone climbing.

He remembered that the last time his sister Zhang Jing died was because someone crawled in from here.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the window sill outside. There was a thin layer of dust, and with the naked eye, it seemed that there were no traces of someone climbing on it. Looking back, the desk in front of him was thicker than the previous one.

It was much wider, and the large drawer on the left and the small drawer on the right were both locked. Lin Jinghao tried to pull it, but it didn't open.

"This big drawer contains the medicine that Zhang Ning usually takes. Only she has the key to open it." The speaker was Mrs. Wang, who had been standing at the door and watching.

"Does she have a habit of taking medication all the time?"

"Yes, today's young people are afraid of gaining weight and are unwilling to breastfeed. After the baby is born, they want to return to their previous appearance. It's not that easy! Moreover, the doctor said when she was pregnant that she had

For depression, you can't take medicine randomly. Now that it's better, as soon as the child was born, he started taking medicine desperately and locked up the medicine for fear that we would blame her." Mrs. Wang seems to be a responsible nanny, but she is just a normal nanny.

It's just hard to say out of favor.

"Did she behave differently after taking the medicine?" Lin Jinghao touched the two locks on the drawer again. Obviously, these were just two ordinary iron locks, which should be easy to open.

That kind of.

"Just two days ago, the child kept crying upstairs, and she insisted that she take care of it. I know she thought that I just came out of the kitchen and didn't wash my hands. As a result, after a while, we were in

Downstairs, I heard her yelling upstairs as if she had seen a ghost. Wait until I go upstairs to take a look..."

"How is it?" I don't know if Mrs. Wang wants to create an atmosphere, or if she is really saying it, she is a little scared.

"I saw her at the door. She was stepping on a bunch of wind chimes on the ground like crazy, and there was also a cardboard box. She was still mumbling something..."

"What did she say..." The expression on Mrs. Wang's face was frightened, and it was obvious that she was a little scared.

"She's saying...Sister, I didn't harm you, why do you want to come back?"

Look for me. At that time, there was medicine on her table." Mrs. Wang's voice trembled as she spoke, as if she had returned to the scene again.

"Are the two things she stepped on still there? Can you show them to me?" Lin Jinghao calmed down.

"She threw all the things out of the window and downstairs. I secretly put them away for her. I'll go get them for you." Mrs. Wang seems to be a really caring person.

A small cardboard box contained a string of severely deformed silver wind chimes, and a long box that had been stepped on and shriveled.

"There are two more notes... and one more yellow rose." As Mrs. Wang spoke, her face began to turn pale, and the fear in her heart could be seen.

"Where is the note?" There was nothing special about the wind chime and the long box. Lin Jinghao turned over it with his hands.

"The note, grandma said, should be pressed under the incense burner of Zhang Jing's portrait, so that we can tell her that we have received it." Sister-in-law Wang's voice became softer and softer, and she was afraid that her own hairs were almost standing on end.

"Pei Feng, take the wind chime and the box back. I'll take a look at the note."

Zhang Jing's black and white photo is hung in grandma's room, which was requested by Zhang Ning. On the small incense burner in front of the photo, there are still several freshly burned incense candles, and under the base of the incense burner, a

Dotted pieces of white paper.

"Grandma used to burn incense for my sister every day. Now something happened, so she went to bed even more frequently."

Lin Jinghao took the three lit incense sticks handed over by Mrs. Wang, bowed three times to Zhang Jing, and then put the incense sticks in the incense burner. Zhang Jing's photo showed a smiling face, looking innocent and innocent.

"Are these two pieces of paper?" The white paper pulled out from under the incense burner was folded neatly.

"Yes, these are the two, but I lost the yellow rose. I heard that it was planted by that dead man Zhang Ning. It is too evil and unlucky."

Lin Jinghao nodded. It was good for a rural woman to keep these two pieces of paper without throwing them away. You can't ask them to keep everything.

"A gift for my niece, my sister Zhang Jing."

"Zhang Ning'er, this is your favorite yellow rose. I love you Pang Feng."

After reading the words on the two slips of paper, Lin Jinghao slowly closed them. It seemed that this disappearance case was really a bit evil. This narrow and slender red slip of paper should be hanging inside the wind chime.

, and another larger piece of white paper, which should have been placed in a long gray box. It seems that someone knew that Zhang Ning suffered from severe depression, and deliberately used these two things to cause her illness to break out.

"Who bought the wind chime?" Apart from the three people in the family, there should be no one who can enter and exit this house.

"Either Zhang Ning bought it, or grandma bought it. During this period, even the Pang family didn't let them in." Sister-in-law Wang's answer was quite straightforward.

"Who sent the yellow roses?"

"I don't know? So Xiemen, my grandma and I will definitely not buy it. Zhang Ning has never been out during confinement, so she definitely won't buy it either. Moreover, we can't buy this kind of yellow roses near us.

Flowers." Mrs. Wang's answer was impeccable, completely unlike a woman who came to the mountains.

"One question

Question, has anyone ever given you a rose?" As a grandma, it should be impossible for her to do such a prank. On the contrary, the nanny in front of her who seems to be "rustic" but actually speaks clearly and eloquently is worthy of suspicion.

"We are from the countryside. Who would be so romantic and give you roses and small wild flowers? Oh, by the way, officer, you don't think I should know it, right? I have done this in a big city before.

Those who were nannies in the 1950s and 1950s have probably seen pigs running away even though they have never eaten pork." Mrs. Wang's sharp tongue completely put Lin Jinghao to shame. He had really underestimated today's nannies.

"I'm going to ask grandma something." Lin Jinghao wanted to find an excuse to avoid it.

"Don't ask grandma, she doesn't even remember whether she had lunch or not." Mrs. Wang got out of the way, but said something that discouraged Lin Jinghao.

"Is grandma's Alzheimer's disease so serious?" Lin Jinghao was about to go out, but stopped again.

"Yes, although the conditions of the family are better now, my sister has left. The two elders feel that the money is not too glorious. So they have never been willing to come back. Grandma also always feels that the neighbors are making fun of her behind her back.

She rarely goes out to meet people now

The family took the initiative to chat and stayed at home all day long. Do you think I can avoid Alzheimer's disease?" Mrs. Wang's words were reasonable, and Lin Jinghao stopped. If it was like what the nanny said, even if he asked his grandma, he couldn't.

Make sure what she said is not true!

"Lin Suo, the piece of paper on the ground is..." It seems that Pei Feng has finished investigating Zhang Ning's room, and he should have discovered something.

Lin Jinghao gave him a look, and Pei Feng swallowed back half of his words.

"Let's go to the back of the house and take a look." Lin Jinghao said to Mrs. Wang.

In the living room downstairs, grandma was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze. The TV was turned on at some point, and a domestic cartoon was playing.

"When will Zhang Jing be back?" As soon as they walked downstairs, grandma suddenly turned around and asked.

"She'll be back soon." Sister-in-law Wang answered from behind Lin Jinghao.

Lin Jinghao was frightened by this unprovoked conversation and got goosebumps all over his body. When he walked out of the room, the direct sunlight outside was a bit dazzling.

"Don't mind, grandma often calls Zhang Ning by the wrong name recently." Mrs. Wang said embarrassedly from behind.

"Oh, it's okay." After getting used to the sunlight outside, Lin Jinghao realized that the light inside the house was really dimmer compared to the outside.

The chicken shed in the yard has been demolished, making the yard much more spacious. The sides and back of the house are covered with shiny wall tiles. Now it is not easy to climb with bare hands.

It's possible.

On the window sill on the first floor, there were two pairs of shoes of a man and a woman. Lin Jinghao glanced at them, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Pei Feng, are you familiar with these two pairs of shoes?"

"Nike's... why do these pairs look so similar to... Pang Feng's pair? And these... are Zhang Jing's shoes!" Pei Feng's eyes widened, and when he recalled it, his mouth

, it has become exaggeratedly impossible to close.
Chapter completed!