Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"My family lives across from the Fan family, and we interact quite often. I just heard this by chance. It turns out that Fan Debiao's hometown is Laishui, Hebei, not far from here.

Fan Debiao was sent to be raised by others when he was born. He was raised until he was in his twenties. Then his biological mother came to him. She was his aunt.

It turns out that Fan Debiao is an illegitimate child. His mother is a grown-up girl, and she got involved with a peddler from the south. When she became pregnant, the peddler ran away. Isn't this embarrassing?

So Fan Debiao was given to someone else to be raised when he was born, and his biological mother never remarried. When he was in his twenties, his grandparents had all died, leaving only his mother.

His mother found Fan De Biao, and the mother and son recognized each other. His mother wanted to take Fan De Biao back, but his adoptive parents definitely wouldn't agree, so they started fighting and making a fuss.

After all, mother and son are connected by heart. Fan Debiao ran away and took his mother to the capital. His adoptive mother had a cousin who was a high-ranking official in the FS District. He found his cousin with a letter in his hand, and his cousin arranged a job for him.

After getting a job, Fan Debiao registered his household registration in Mentougou, and the street office also allocated him housing, which is this No. 37 courtyard.

Since then, he and his mother have lived here. They are afraid of gossip, so they call themselves aunt and nephew, but they are actually mother and son? "

Dabao nodded: "So that's how it is..."

He then asked, "Fan Debiao didn't go to work yesterday. Did you see him?"

Several aunties looked at each other and shook their heads. It was the auntie who had a good relationship with Debiao's mother who said, "I haven't seen Debiao and his mother since yesterday. When I saw that the door was locked, I guessed that they might have returned to their hometown in Laishui..."

"Going back to his hometown in Laishui?" Dabao frowned and said, "Auntie, please show me the way. I want to visit his home."

The aunt hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up.

"Well, I'll take the comrades there."

Jin Man whispered to Da Bao: "What's going on?"

Dabao shook his head: "I don't think it's good. What Fan Debiao said is true. I have a bad feeling..."

As they were talking, they arrived in front of Fan Debiao's house. The aunt pointed,

"This is Debiao's home,"

Dabao walked forward and saw a copper lock locking the door. He leaned over the window to look inside and saw a foot. Dabao immediately felt something was wrong. He took two steps back and waved to Xue Kui.

Xue Kui laughed loudly, flew forward and kicked the door open. As the door was kicked open, a foul smell hit his nose, choking Xue Kui and making him fall to the side.

Dabao was laughing on the side. It was another good day to trick his apprentice. Everyone stepped back. The smell was too damn choking.

Dabao took out his handkerchief and covered his nose with it. Auntie hid far away and shouted,

"Oh my god, what's that smell? Why is it so stinky?"

Dabao said without turning his head: "The corpse stinks, that's the smell."

The old lady was so frightened that she took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Dabao was the first to enter the house. It was a wing room and an ear room. The two rooms were connected, and half of the ear room was made into a kitchen.

A foot appeared beside the stove. Dabao covered his nose and walked around the stove to look over. He saw an old lady lying on the ground with her face up, her eyes wide open, almost popping out.

Her hands were bent as if to cover her throat. Dabao looked down and frowned even more tightly. He turned back to Jinman and said,

"Director Jin, quickly have your driver go and fetch forensic doctor Zheng Wenlin. It seems Fan Debiao and his mother were murdered."

Jin Man quickly turned around and told the driver, who ran out. Da Bao opened the door and entered the compartment, which had a large bed.

A fat man was lying on the bed, his mattress stained black with blood. Dabao didn't rush to turn him over, but looked him over from front to back, and then used his feet to measure the angle and distance of the body.

Jin Man and Yu Xueliang had also been to the scene, but they were both laymen and could not figure out the ins and outs of the crime scene.

Dabao gently turned the man over. The man's hands were hanging down, and he had already developed rigor mortis. His eyes were wide open, and he must have died with his eyes open.

His throat was cut open, and there was blood everywhere. His death was extremely tragic. Dabao turned around and found a pair of chopsticks. He used the chopsticks as a ruler to measure the length and depth of the wound. His brows furrowed more and more, and his face became solemn.

Jin Man asked in a low voice: "How is it? Did you see anything?"

Dabao sighed and said in a deep voice,

"A knife cuts the throat. I hope it's not what I thought. If it is what I thought, this matter will be serious..."

"How serious is it?"

Dabao didn't answer, but turned on the light and carefully investigated the scene. His consciousness covered the entire house, and after searching around, he found no trace of anything.

Dabao walked out of Fan Debiao's house, took off his handkerchief, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

At this time, the aunties came in and stood far away to discuss. Dabao took two steps forward and asked,

"Auntie, when was the last time you saw Fan Debiao and his mother yesterday or the day before yesterday?"

The aunties were talking about it one after another. Some said it was around 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the previous day, some said it was around 4 o'clock. Only the auntie who lived next door to him said it was around 7 o'clock in the evening of the previous day.

She saw from the window that Fan Debiao's mother seemed to be washing dishes, and in the room, there seemed to be someone talking. When Dabao heard it, he turned around and went back to the kitchen. He looked back and forth several times, but did not find any dishes or chopsticks.

Is this impossible? How can we live at home without dishes and chopsticks? Where did the dishes and chopsticks go? There is also no household garbage. It seems that the murderer brought his own food and wine to Fan Debiao's house and drank with Fan Debiao.

After drinking, he took advantage of the mother and son's unpreparedness and killed them with a knife. Then, when no one was around, he slipped out of the door, locked it, and fled.

Thinking of this, Dabao shook his head again. The old lady saw it at around 7 o'clock in the evening, which means that the person was still alive at that time.

Seven or eight o'clock is not too late for ordinary people in Beijing in the summer. Under the streetlights at the courtyard gates, some people are playing chess, some are playing poker, and there are many children playing in the alleys. So how could he sneak away at this time? Unless it is like this...

In Dabao's mind, he pictured the murderer's murder scene... Fan Debiao and the murderer were drinking and eating, and the old lady was accompanying them. After the meal, the old lady went to clean the table, wash the dishes and chopsticks,

Fan De Biao and the murderer were sitting opposite each other and chatting. Suddenly, the murderer pulled out the knife he had brought with him and cut his throat with one blow. Fan De Biao fell over. This can be seen from the angle and direction of the blood splatter.