"Here, come, Dongmin, Xiamin, wait a moment, you have to call Dad as soon as possible. He said on the phone yesterday that he missed you!"

"Yeah!" The two children answered in unison, under Luo Yun's memorial teaching, almost all their children regarded Luo Yifan as a hero, so now that when they saw their father coming, the child's eyes immediately lit up, and they stretched out their arms from afar and waved them, hoping that their father could see him as soon as possible.

Luo Yifan knew that his son and sister would wait for him at the airport, so he hurried forward. During the gap between speaking, his eyes kept searching in the direction of the waiting hall, and soon saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

After a few people approached, Luo Yun noticed that the one next to Luo Yifan was Yun Yeyao, as well as his two guardians - Mr. Criminal Police and Mr. Forensic.

Having said that, Luo Yifan only had a smile on his face, but he could not see much sincerity. Facing Mo Haiyou's cold gaze, only this man could handle it with ease.

Mo Haiyou didn't say anything else? After all, Luo Yifan's appearance provided them with very important information, and also gave them a clear goal in their itinerary to go to Kashinfu Villa.

Two cars, one in front and one behind, gradually drove into an ordinary garden community. Yun Yeyao looked out the window with some curiosity. He originally thought that with Luo Yifan's current strength, he would definitely buy a beautiful single-family villa for his wife, but he didn't expect it to be an ordinary small high-rise building.

He couldn't help but ask, "Sister Weiyi's physical condition is not very good, and he still has to live with three children. How could you let her live in a senior management company?" (Before marrying Luo Yifan, Luo Yun used the name "Li Song Weiyi")

"No, you'll know if you drive in a little more." Luo Yifan replied.

When there is nowhere to vent your sorrow, Yun Yamu will pick up his pen and start evaluating the manuscripts at hand in the way she is good at. She also knows that those manuscripts were created by the author one by one, and of course he will be unhappy when criticized.

But Yun Yamu couldn't care about so much. This is her way of making money and her way of venting. Without these, she would go crazy, just like those home-based women who complained about themselves, becoming a laughing stock.

But today, after lifting the pen for several minutes, Yun Yamu did not write a single word. She was in a good mood, but there seemed to be some extra reason that bothered her.

Yun Yamu sniffed hard, and sure enough, a stinky smell that he had never smelled before rushed into his nose, which was completely unnecessarily ignored.

For the time being, Mo Xiangxi couldn't find a suitable tool, so he found a relatively solid piece of rope, tied the pins on the window, and then walked the extra rope head several times in the protruding place on the edge before he calmed down.

The room must not be allowed to enter. Next, Xiao Mo and the maid also have to find reasons to block the outside. It doesn’t matter that Xiao Mo, he doesn’t care about this room at all. For the maid, it’s better to have a tea fragrance, just pay more attention to it.

After processing the windows of the room, Mo Xiangxi moved the picture frame left by Xiao Su outside, then carefully locked the door and walked directly to Chu Fu's room. The upstairs were quiet, and everyone should have been hiding in the room, which made Mo Xiangxi's actions much bolder.

As he walked, he looked at the door of each room and saw if anyone was secretly observing the situation outside through the crack of the door.

As soon as he closed the door, Mo Xiangxi immediately collapsed on the floor. In just a few minutes, he would be unable to disguise himself and reveal his flaws.

After the violently beating heart finally calmed down, Mo Xiangxi stood up tremblingly holding the wall. As soon as he stood up, he quickly locked the door and walked to the window and stuck his head out of the window.

On the mud there, Chu Fu's body was lying. His face, like a mastiff, had already swollen and deformed, and his neck and exposed arms were covered with green spots. It looked extremely terrifying.

Chu Fu must have died early in the morning. His face was blue and black, and he should have died of poisoning. Since it is almost summer now, it is enough for a day to keep it in the damp and stuffy bathroom, which is enough for the body to rot and smell.

Mo Xiangxi couldn't help vomiting again. Half of the smell in the room just now came from the corpse, and the other half came from Mo Xiangxi's own vomit.

After entering the bathroom, Chu Fu complained that the maid did not help the guests clean up while boiling water. He only came into contact with two things, one was an electric kettle, and the other was a faucet for connecting water.

According to the situation Mo Xiangxi observed in the room, the electric kettle was on, which means that Chu Fu had filled the water in the kettle before his death and plugged it in. That is to say, at least there is no problem with the place where human hands can touch the surface of the kettle.

So what about the faucet? Of course, there is no problem. After Chu Fu turned it off, he still had time to plug in the power supply, which means that there was no poison applied to the faucet.

There is another problem here, which is the time when the poison enters the body. If there is no wound on Chu Fu's skin surface, the poison must penetrate into the internal organs for a long time and is easily discovered by the person involved. Because the skin will have abnormal conditions before the internal organs.

However, this behavior is normal. Song Yuehua is a sculptor. People in this industry always need a lot of materials and tools. Song Yuehua may have to collect materials and ask the maid to help get things together!

Anyway, in a word, in Kashinfu villa, no matter the guest or the owner, they cannot remove the suspicion of killing Chu Fu, because it is used to kill people, it will be much easier to kill people. The source of the poison may not be disposed of in someone's room, but without the intervention of the detective, they cannot let others check the room, so we can only wait for the time being.

The ground was covered with mud and vomit from unknown people. The stench came from the room, and it was definitely not the smell of food being rotten. Yun Yamu's nose was very sensitive, and she felt that there was a smell similar to rust or fishy smell.

'It should be blood, something must have happened to Vioke.' Yun Yamu guessed in her heart that she did not dare to act again. If Chu Fu was killed, then what she did would not be able to save.

Yun Yamu prayed secretly, hoping that Chu Fu would be fine.

Troubles and fear made the woman feel as if she was pressing on a big rock on her head, and the nerves on her ears twitched. She reached out to escape a few white pills from the small pocket on the edge of her makeup bag and stuffed them into her mouth and swallowed. "Okay, I'll listen to you, but will it be dangerous for us to go like this?" Luo Yun has always had a fear of being disgusted with strange and remote places, especially those old villas that are prone to strange events.

In response to this, Luo Yifan said in a very relaxed tone: "Sister, this time it's different. You are with me! Don't forget that Hong Huijian's exquisite plan did not trap me, let alone now?"

Luo Yifan does have the capital of pride. In the Luoquewu incident, he was the first target of the murderer, but he lured the murderer into a trap and ended up tragically. This man definitely has the ability to analyze and judge that is not inferior to Yun Yeyao in solving puzzles.

Let the couple move forward all the way, and we turn our eyes back to the car driven by the detective.

"When I contacted Mo Xiangdong because of the case, we had a certain understanding of each other. Mo Xiangdong would definitely mention my style of dealing with things. Therefore, the writer would choose me as a guarantee for him in case something happened."

Yun Yeyao continued the conversation and said, "So, when we go to Kashinfu Villa, we must keep a close eye on the guests in the house. Those who want to be unfavorable to the writers must hide among them. I think that if the two male owners of Kashinfu Villa are still safe until the guests leave, then you will not be able to see the second letter paper."

"If one of Mo Xiangxi and Xiao Mo showed a particularly fearful mood before the guests left, or encountered any harm or even death, then the second letter paper will be presented to you immediately, revealing all the secrets of the suspect."

"Then next, Xiao Zuo, let's continue talking about the parties mentioned in the letter." When Xie Yunmeng parked the car at the entrance of the gas station, Yun Yeyao sat back to the back seat of the car and said to Mo Haiyou.

"Let's start with the novel critic Yun Yamu, who we just mentioned." Mo Haiyou said: "Which person she corresponds to Luo Yifan's mouth? Luo Yifan did not directly say the name of the person involved, but told us their nicknames. He knew a total of four nicknames: Vioke, Feicai, Gou Wu and Bi Qing."

"The identity information of the fifth person is not explained in detail in Luo Yifan and the letter. Luo Yifan cannot lie to us, so I think he should not have investigated the information of the fifth person. Why is it not said in the letter? There are too many possibilities, so we cannot make a judgment at the moment." This kind of waiting is boring. Yun Yamu slowly finished supper and did not intend to go back to the room. Instead, he covered his coat on his body and sat on the sofa in the living room and closed his eyes to rest. Maybe Mo Xiangxi forgot to change the room for him. She thought the smell was too strong, so she was going to stay in the living room to rest.

Anyway, Xiao Mo couldn't be her master. If it was too late, she had to lend her the room on the first floor to use for the time being. The room on the first floor was full of furniture, and the uncle couldn't find anyone, so Xiao Mo naturally couldn't take care of that much.

Xiao Su has been drawing in the corner, and he is close to the small elevator. From the place where Xiao Mo sat, he looks like the person in charge of driving the elevator. Xiao Su probably didn't expect this floor, so he sat there calmly, looking like he stayed up late to work.

Xiao Mo thought he might have thought the smell was too strong, so he painted downstairs. However, what the young male owner couldn't understand was why Xiao Su didn't borrow the first-floor room again, but had to sit next to the elevator. This didn't look like Xiao Su's personality at all.

"Mom, I miss her." Luo Yun added softly.

Luo Yifan's pupils instantly showed a hint of sadness. He understood that the word "mother" mentioned by Luo Yun did not refer to his own mother, but to another person. The man had been looking for Luo Yun for half his life and lived in despair all his life. He had already lost his clear mind before his death.

So Luo Yifan continued, "When we go back, I will decorate a room at home and put my mother's photo in the room where you and Xiaobudian can see it."

"No... I don't want to see my mother's lonely expression. I hope that the living mother can be happy and happy. No matter what the past is, it has been over... I am like the morning glory imprinted in my heart. No matter how many years have passed, I will always yearn for the world you give me, because there is all my life. Yifan, I am like the younger brother of the stars, I love you!"

No matter what method Mo Xiangxi uses, they must let them see the butterflies. This year there is only one chance. There are not many Kashinfu ghost butterflies left. He will look for whether there are hidden butterflies groups. However, Mo Xiangxi must not make any mistakes in this family matter.

"Mo Xiangxi, remember it for me. After I leave, if you dare to move half of those two people, I will be the first to kill you when I come back!" After that, the mysterious man left through the window.

Mo Xiangxi watched his figure disappear outside the wall motionlessly, and his whole body seemed to have turned on the switch, and suddenly became soft and his hands and feet became numb because of tension.

The gray hair shook slightly with the nerves. Mo Xiangxi held his hands tightly on the armrests on both sides of the sofa chair, and his nails were embedded in the gap in the wood, so he barely stabilized his body and did not slide down from the chair.

After settling down his sister, Luo Yifan was not in a hurry to go to bed. He had just asked Mo Xiangxi for the first-floor room because he had already learned from someone that there was a secret hidden by Mo Xiangdong and Mo Xiangxi in this room.

Luo Yifan was very good at finding secrets. He walked around the room, observing every corner and every piece of furniture, and did not take any action to remove anything.

Luo Yun sat on the bed and looked at her husband curiously. This was the second time she saw her husband solve the case. She spent a lot of time at home before, so she didn't often have such opportunities.

Without wanting to interrupt Luo Yifan's thoughts, Luo Yun temporarily hid all the questions in her stomach, and her eyes moved with her husband's body, and gradually began to look at where his eyes were.

Unintentionally looking up, Luo Yun saw the oil painting on the mantel. The painting was really beautiful, especially the two people hugging each other, which made Luo Yun feel like she and Luo Yifan.

Xie Yunmeng was already used to their mysterious interactions, so he leaned against the car door and waited for the two of them to present the research results to him. Anyway, he didn't need to use his brains at this time.

Mo Hai walked right and walked to a place where the branches and leaves of morning glory were particularly lush. He squatted down and hung a bunch of yellow and blue morning glory on the branches and leaves in front of him. Many small yellow flowers bloomed near the ground. From a distance, this branch was like a curtain covering the wall.

Mo Haiyou picked a small yellow flower on the ground and said to Yun Yeyao: "Xiaoyao, do you know what kind of plant this is?"

"It's the white grass. Its flowers are a little smaller, but if you don't look closely, they are still very similar to morning glory." Yun Yeyao immediately replied: "And, the leaves of these white grasses have obviously been pruned, only the area in front of you can't see them anywhere else."
Chapter completed!