Mo Xiaoqing raised her head and asked again, "Uncle Jiang, do you have a personal photo of this person?"

The noodle shop owner began to search in the album again, "I think so. I remember that my son and this Li Tieer had a good relationship for a while.

He just searched for a while and pulled out another photo. It was a photo of two people. Judging from the time, it should have been taken at the same time as the graduation photo. The photo showed two little boys of similar age and height, ten years old. About one or two years old.

A thin and pale boy really hugged the shoulders of another boy, with the corners of his mouth raised, a smile arc.

Li Tieer seemed to be smiling, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He was a little hunched, timid, and there was fear in his eyes.

He was wearing a shabby suit that was obviously ill-fitting and had a few small holes on it. There was an indelible resistance in his eyes, as well as a hint of vigilance and hesitation.

"This is my son. I didn't expect that he had such a good relationship with Li Tie'er at that time. By the way, officer, why are you investigating this boy?

It is said that he studied in primary school here for three years, but ran away before finishing junior high school."

Mo Xiaoqing asked again, "Did you have a deep impression of this boy at that time? Have you met him?"

"I didn't see him much at that time, but I heard my son talk to me about this Li Tie'er sometimes. He said he was very pitiful. He

obviously had a talent for painting, but he was from such a poor family.

Moreover, he was ridiculed and bullied by his classmates at school. They called him a monster."

Mo Xiaoqing asked puzzledly, "Why call him a monster?"

"I heard that he doesn't talk much and doesn't communicate with others. He also doesn't allow anyone to touch his things. I remember hearing my son say that a classmate accidentally took his drawing board, and then after school, he pushed the classmate to the road, and he was almost hit by a car and was hospitalized with a broken leg.

At that time, he was still shouting that he would kill anyone who touched his things.

After that incident, no classmates dared to play with him, and they didn't dare to look into his eyes, as they always felt that his eyes could seduce people's souls."

Mo Xiaoqing listened to this and always felt that this Li Tie'er was the person she was looking for, so she asked, "So where does Li Tie'er's adoptive father live now?"

"The old Lijia Village. The old village is in the south, about two or three meters away from here, but there are no people living there anymore. After 2000, the villagers moved here one after another.

His adoptive father's name is Li Qingguo."

At this time, Mo Xiaoqing's cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was Xu Yao.

"Mo Xiaoqing, where are you now?" Xu Yao's tone was a little impatient.

Mo Xiaoqing quickly replied, "Captain Xu, you're awake. I asked some questions next to the hotel, and I came here to report to you now."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Xiaoqing thanked the noodle shop owner and walked into the hotel.

As soon as they got to the room, Mo Xiaoqing reported to Captain Xu, "We are going to the old village right now. I just got some information from the boss next door.

I think we need to investigate that Li Tie'er. His characteristics are very similar to the person we are looking for."

Mo Xiaoqing handed the group photo and the photo to Xu Yao while speaking.

"Captain Xu, I saw the blurry figures. The two people do look a bit alike."

Xu Yao glanced at the photo and said directly, "Okay, we will set off to the old village now. Since you said he is a suspect, I will listen to you."

They packed up the things in the room and put them in their backpacks, and drove to the Lijia Old Village.

The old village is not too far from the new village. Drive to the end of the main street, then enter the bumpy dirt road, and walk for another five minutes to arrive.

Mo Xiaoqing jumped out of the car. She looked up at the old Lijia Village. She saw low-lying bungalows in the distance, which was completely different from the new village.

The name of the old village is indeed worthy of its name. From the terrain, the old village is located in a depression under the big feet. It can be seen from the mud and tile houses that this place was once prosperous.

Most of the houses here are adobe houses. Xu Yao ordered Mo Xiaoqing to get in the car. He drove around the old village and didn't meet anyone.

The whole village was silent, with only the sounds of insects and birds chirping, and occasionally a few dogs barking.

The dirt road went up a slope, with no way to go forward. Xu Yao had to get out of the car and walk with Mo Xiaoqing.

They walked past several houses. Every house had an iron lock, and they were all rusty. The spring couplets posted on the door had faded, and only words such as happiness and well-being could be vaguely seen. The

yards of these houses were overgrown with weeds, and they looked withered and dilapidated.

Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help shivering all over, muttering to herself, "This is a bit like a ghost town. There is no one here now. How can we find out where Jiang Qingguo lives?

I heard from the boss of the breakfast that Jiang Qingguo's house is at the end of this old village."

Gradually, the sky darkened.

The quiet village was covered in a dim glow, and the dilapidated old houses stood quietly in the dusk glow, looming.

In the distance, Lijia New Village was just as lively as before, with various neon lights lighting up one after another, and sometimes you could hear the faint sound of music coming over.

One was quiet, one was lively, one was lifeless, and the other was full of vitality. It was obviously the same village, but it seemed to be in different time and space.

Slowly, the sky became darker and darker. Finally, the lights in the old village began to light up one by one, and the old village in the glow showed a little vitality, as if proving to Lijia Old Village that it had not completely died out.

A few wisps of green smoke rose above the old houses with lights on. They were inconspicuous in the dim night. After floating for a while, they disappeared without a trace.

Xu Yao took Mo Xiaoqing to several houses with lights on to ask around. Finally, they found out where Li Tieer's house was. A kind villager led them to his door.

Mo Xiaoqing looked up and saw a dilapidated earthen house in front of her. Like other village houses, it had a wall outside.

In front of the adobe house was a wide flat ground covered with green grass.

Walking a little further in, I saw an old man lying on a wooden rocking chair in the main room. His face was pale yellow and his eyes were tightly closed.

If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, Mo Xiaoqing almost thought he had stopped breathing.

After a while, the old man slowly sat up from the rattan chair, coughed heavily a few times, and walked with a hunched back, slowly moving to the earthen stove next to him. He was stirring the rice with a rice spoon.