Chapter 166

The police are divided into two groups.

The team focused on the investigation of Hu Guang's identity background and his usual interpersonal relationships. Even if he was close to those people, he would further verify them.

Another passer-by is the team led by Zhong Tianzheng.

Hu Guang's case is still handed over to Zhong Tianzheng for full follow-up.

In addition to him, the team members also include Ah Xiang and Yan Zhaoxing, an enthusiastic citizen who helped.

Um

It seems a little less.

However, this does not hinder the advancement of the case.

In view of Yan Zhaoxing's key opinions on the turning point of the case, his opinions were mainly referred to when tracking down the third person behind the scenes.

"Just seeing this set of carving instruments, I can guess the clue of the case. Hu Guang's identity is broken."

Yan Zhaoxing glanced at the set of carving knives in front of him and couldn't help shaking his head: "tut Tut, like me, I think it's a pity not to be a policeman."

"Bah."

Zhong Tianzheng was not used to him at all: "you boast that you are the first in the world. You can doubt his forged identity just by this set of knives?"

"Make a bet?"

Yan Zhaoxing squinted at him and disdained to say, "I won. Invite you to dinner."

"OK."

Zhong Tian is waiting for the following.

"Look at these carving knives. Although there are obvious traces of use, both the wooden handle of the knife and the natural erosion traces of the knife bar show that this is something that has only been used for a long time."

Facing Yan Zhaoxing's explanation, Zhong Tianzheng took the carving knife in his hand and looked at it carefully: "what's the solution?"

According to common sense, isn't it normal to use traces?

"Other things may be like this, but for a carving master, the carving knife is equivalent to his extended arm. Generally speaking, it will not be replaced easily, because each work is likely to be different because of the different hand feel of the carving knife, and the carved things are very different."

"The importance of this thing is just as the police value their guns, the soldiers value their rifles, and the soldiers value the military flag." Yan Zhaoxing flipped the carving knife and pointed to the wooden handle: "according to common sense, the handle of this carving knife should be as smooth as wrapping pulp, not now. It's just a normal trace of use."

"Wrapping?"

Ah, Xiang blinked her curious big eyes and obviously couldn't understand.

"It's hard to explain. For example, the handle of the sickle used by rural farmers every day must be very smooth. No matter what he does with the sickle, the blade is very dirty, but the blade is always very bright."

Yan Zhaoxing's eyes stopped looking at this set of knives: "a good carving skill can't be practiced in a day or two, a year or two. A carving master can't be created overnight. It must be countless exercises to achieve. To tell the truth, I'm very curious about this person now. Who is it?"

Ah Xiang asked, "how do you find this man?"

"That's your police business. I'm only responsible for verifying the direction of the investigation. For the rest, come and remember to invite you to dinner." Yan Zhaoxing shrugged and said he didn't know: "by the way, I think this man is at least 40 years old. Young people don't have such good handicrafts."

"Also, he should be a left-handed man. This can be seen from the bamboo pieces of his carved face. The overall flow is to the right."

Yan Zhaoxing looked at Zhong Tianzheng with a smile: "how about these clues I provided? Is it enough for a meal?"

"Wait until the case is over."

Zhong Tianzheng waved his hand. Now it's not time to discuss dinner. How should this man dig it out?

The clue still has a clue after all.

The police's attention focused on the older men who had contact with Hu Guang on weekdays.

however.

The reality is far beyond everyone's expectations.

I thought.

This person will come to the surface soon, but through the investigation, it is found that Hu Guang has very little communication on weekdays. Most of the people who come to play with him are some raw material suppliers and lower level dealers needed for breeding bamboo mice.

Besides these necessary contacts, there is no extra human contact in his communication.

The police checked his social account and online shopping account, and there was no useful clue.

Even his adoptive parents, he didn't call back, but remitted money to their account every month.

"Lying trough, ruthless! This man is really ruthless and has no social connections at all? "

Yan Zhaoxing only felt that yahuazi was a little sore. None of the clues he provided corresponded, and it didn't help the case at all.

The case seems to have reached an impasse again.

At the same time.

Songhu District, Shangnan City, is a rural house near the boundary of Shangnan district.

A middle-aged man who looked about 30 years old moved a wooden four legged bench and leaned his back against the threshold of the main room.

The middle-aged first lit a cigarette and smoked two calmly. Then he slowly opened the small wooden cabinet on one side, meticulously took out a round carving knife with handle, and spread them on the small wooden table in front of him like an array.

Under the red sunset, the carving knife with the handle wrapped in pulp presents a golden yellow. The middle-aged holds a cigarette in his mouth, closes his eyes, and caresses each carving knife in front of him with his rough palm, just like caressing his own child.

Finally, he chose a few carving knives, and with a sense of ceremony, he put the other carving knives around in turn, just like the audience.

After these preparations, the middle-aged bent down and took out a piece of wood from the small wooden cabinet.

If Yan Zhaoxing is here, it will be bright in front of him. This is a rare Hainan purple yellow pear, and it is also the best avocado in Haihuang. The material and appearance are excellent.

This kind of wood has high density, clear and soft texture, and the things carved are excellent for viewing, but correspondingly, it is a little more difficult to carve.

The middle-aged spit out the cigarette in his mouth, then took another one, squinted at the avocado in his hand, and kept playing with his left hand.

This is his habitual action.

Before you start, smoke a cigarette.

Ten seconds later.

The middle-aged reached out to crush the cigarette butts and began to do it.

Avocado began to change in his hand. Although it was going to be dark, middle-aged people were not in a hurry. They went on with a knife in their slow left hand.

The neighbor who passed by said hello and threw a cigarette: "sister Ling, it's rare to see you carve things outside. What can you carve?"

"Good thing."

The middle-aged girl, known as sister Ling, grinned and continued to cut without stopping.

sundowners.

The golden sun covered her and illuminated her face.

On a frosty face.

The right eye is a deep sunken scar.