"It's really dark!" Xiaomu rushes forward in surprise.

With his head stretched forward, Yu Yuehan reached for a small partition inside the wardrobe and slowly pulled it apart

I found something in the dark grid. The eyes of both of them changed.

Yu Yuehan does not hesitate to take out the box hidden in the dark lattice.

The object is an iron box with biscuits.

The pattern on the box is worn out. It's all spent.

It can be vaguely seen that it is a box with moon cakes.

It should be often taken out to see, so it will wear so seriously.

Yu Yuehan put the box on the table, looked at Nian Xiaomu, and indicated that she didn't need to be nervous. With a little effort, she opened the box.

"This is..." When he saw the things in the box, his eyes became strange.

Reach for a small toy inside.

Snow White's toys, which look very old-fashioned.

Moreover, the hair of the doll should have been burnt. It's burnt for more than half of the time. It's also burnt a little near the face.

After melting, recondensed rubber products have their own hardness.

And it can't be recovered.

Young Mu put the doll down and looked at the iron box again.

In addition to a toy, there is also a picture frame.

The edge of the picture frame, like the toy, is burnt black.

Different from what Xiao Mu saw before, there is no family of four, only one family of three in the picture of Xing Li hiding in the iron box.

It's a picture of a deceased Xing couple holding her alone.

When Nian Xiaomu saw the picture, his pupil shrank slightly.

In the picture, Xing Li seems to be in her teens.

That is to say, she must have been born at that time.

But why doesn't she appear in the picture?

So what Xingli said should be true.

She's not the Xing's own daughter, she's just adopted.

The things in the iron box should be in Xing Li's hand when she escaped from the fire.

The things that can be held at the critical moment of life and death should be very important to her, and they should be placed within reach

This picture frame should be placed at the head of Xing Li's bed at ordinary times!

"Xing Li didn't hate you because she thought the fire was related to you. In her mind, she should never regard you as her sister." Yu Yuehan glanced at the picture frame in her hand and opened her lips.

"But it can't prove that Xing's fire was related to her." Nian Xiaomu looked over the contents of the box and found no evidence of directivity. He stepped back, sat on the bed and looked around the room.

Try to think about whether you have anything left out.

Xing Li says that she killed her adoptive father and mother.

Why is she so determined?

If the things in the iron box are only for missing her parents, why should she hide them in the dark lattice of the wardrobe?

There are so many things she doesn't understand

Outside the room, footsteps came.

Young Mu turned to look at the door. The first thing he saw was the reluctant face of the second aunt of Xing's family. Then, it was a young face.

Seeing Nian Xiaomu, the visitor seemed very excited.

Quickly squeeze away the second aunt who leads the way, and walk forward.

"Xing Xing, is it really you? You don't remember me. I'm Xing Fang, a cousin who is only three days older than you. When you were in Xing's old house, you didn't care for anyone. You always like to sit in the yard and wait for someone. Only when I go, you will talk to me. "