disappearing gold

Chapter 24 Liu Huwan is missing

The police station requested day and night surveillance of the Huayuan Community for a week. However, after several days of investigation, Xiao Feng discovered that Liu Hu had never returned to the Huayuan Community since he left home two days ago. In the past two days, there was no sign of Liu Hu, day or night, not even a person with a figure similar to Liu Hu.

Did Liu Hu put the scabbard on the top of the cabinet the day he walked out of the house? Why did he do this?
  Xiao Feng from the information technology department planned to find Liu Hu's whereabouts based on the satellite positioning system. Unexpectedly, the positioning failed and Liu Hu disappeared.

If the golden switchblade really belongs to Song Xiaofan, how did the scabbard fall into Liu Hu's hands?
  Lao Sun recalled the process of solving the murder case. In order to find the owner of the murder weapon, they also searched for the source of the murder weapon.

After the incident, she ordered Zhu Lan to secretly investigate the decoration on the golden switchblade blade.

There is an old street in Nanhua City, where there are skilled craftsmen among the people.

This street is located in the north of the city and has an elegant name - Art Street. It is said that there are many shops on this street that have been passed down for hundreds of years, and the shopkeepers all have unique skills.

At that time, Lao Sun rubbed the complex patterns on the golden switchblade blade onto a piece of white paper and said to his apprentice: "Zhu Lan, take this piece of paper and go out to see who can do such complicated metal carving techniques. "

"Yes!" Zhu Lan also performed a military etiquette on Lao Sun.

This is also a technique, and people without experience cannot do it. But Zhu Lan has already actively devoted herself to the ranks of criminal police, and there is no reason to stop her enthusiasm.

So, Zhu Lan took the rubbing paper and went to Art Street to look for a shop that made swords or knives. I thought this was a small street, but I didn't expect that there were many people coming and going on this street. It took at least an hour to walk from the street to the end.

The main reason is that there are too many skilled craftsmen who have inherited ancient skills, and shops have opened one after another. Your family and my family are put together to form this street.

Zhu Lan walked along the right side of the street and found a shop with a sign called: Forging Knives for You.

There was also a young man in his thirties who was pounding a knife on a stone with a cold light. Sweat dripped down from his face and dripped onto the knife, and he looked like he was gritting his teeth with great hardship.

"Do you want to make a knife?" The young man stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to ask.

Zhu Lan took out the rubbing paper and handed it to him, "I want you to make a knife with such complicated patterns. Iron is fine."

The young man looked at it and looked surprised, "This kind of thing?"

"Yes!" Zhu Lan seemed to see hope on his face.

But he suddenly shook his head and refused, "I can't do it. Only my master can do this complicated craft."

"What? What about your master?"

"I'm sorry, he died three years ago."

Zhu Lan was stunned and asked: "Then do you have a knife maker who can make such complicated patterned knives?"

"Except for my master, no one else can do it." The young man's tone was very determined.

"What's his name?"

"Xu Yan."

Zhu Lan just left disappointed.

Walking to the middle of the street, she felt that things would not be so coincidental. So she decided to continue looking for a knife maker. Unexpectedly, after shopping the entire street, she couldn't even find a spare knife maker.

In addition to music, painting, calligraphy, engraving and other craft shops on the entire street, there is no second knife-making shop.

She returned to the police station with the rubbing, and Lao Sun was also surprised. Who would have thought that things turned out to be such a coincidence?
  After verification and on-site exploration, Xu Yan was indeed a famous local knife maker. But the world is so big and full of wonders, what if there is someone who is a master of imitating tattoos?

Later, they found the young man who made the knife again, and Lao Sun handed him the rubbing paper of the knife's pattern: "Young man, please take a closer look. Was this pattern really carved by your master?"

The young man saw it up close and from a distance, but still felt familiar.

"Yes, he became famous by making collections of this pattern. But unfortunately, I am stupid, so I couldn't pass on his skills." At this point, he lowered his head.

"Are you sure it's not an imitation?" "This is Master's original work! In fact, there are very few modern knife-smiths, and everyone prefers trendy things. I am the only one who is still working hard to keep this shop. I want to give Master's this The store will be passed down until the day I die!" he added.

The two detectives were very moved.

But the clues still need to be investigated.

Lao Sun asked: "There are many people who come to see your master for making swords, right?"

"Yes." The young man looked quite proud.

She looked back at Zhu Lan, "Then did you see a man named Song Hui coming to your place to make knives?"

"I've never heard of this name."

"A very fat official man, with a fat head and big ears." Lao Sun described him.

The young man thought for a moment and said, "I have no impression, and I don't know him either. Maybe I didn't notice it!"

The clues here seem to have reached a dead end!

Lao Sun still didn't give up. He thought about it and asked again: "For collectors like you, do you leave a number for your collection?"

"Of course there is a number!" the young man said.

She quickly handed over the complete murder weapon, a gold switchblade, and the evidence bag to the young man, "Please help me see, what number is this?"

The young man lowered his head to search and groped for a long time. Maybe it was the evidence bag that affected his vision, but he finally found a string of small pattern numbers on the scabbard, "Here, it's number 1258."

"Ah! So it's this! No wonder Xiao Li didn't know what it was after looking at it for a long time!" Old Sun sighed.

Zhu Lan also exclaimed, "What a delicate number!" The numbers looked like patterns, but not patterns.

"Are you sure this is something from your master Xu Yan?"

"One hundred percent sure, this is the golden switchblade made by my master."

"Great!" Zhu Lan said excitedly. Although the owner of the murder weapon has not yet been found, it is not easy to learn the source of the knife.

Lao Sun also smiled, "All hard work pays off."

Since then, while they were investigating the case, they continued to look for the owner of the murder weapon.

No, I suddenly found the scabbard. The decoration of the scabbard and the complex decoration of the handle are perfectly connected, indicating that these two parts are a perfect fit.

The scabbard has Song Xiaofan's fingerprints, so does Liu Hu's seemingly ordinary departure have anything to do with Song Xiaofan?
  Lao Sun called the person who was keeping an eye on Cheng Fei, "Is there any result?"

"No, we still haven't found Cheng Fei," the other party said.

She hung up the phone disappointed, but thought of a plan.

One day later, the police station posted a reward notice. Now the police have evidence to suspect that the suspect Liu Hu is related to the Xilangshan murder case. If any citizens find Liu Hu, please report it. After verifying the clues, there will be rewards for reporting!

Under the reward notice, Liu Hu's portrait was posted: a handsome face, neatly combed hair, and a perfect oval face. Wearing a blue short-sleeved top.

The pressure from above was so tight that Lao Sun was spinning around anxiously.

Originally this was a delaying tactic, but unexpectedly the police station caught a big fish three days later. Although this big fish surprised everyone, it was also unexpected.

　Thank you readers for your support, I will continue to work hard

　　
  　
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