Murder in a locked room bed and breakfast (10)

Feng Shaomin took the photo frame, took a closer look, and discovered the secret. On the chest of the uniform were small words of Dandelion Textile Factory, which were actually impossible to make out, but the logo was still clear.

It is a circle with a white arc drawn downward from the center. Simply put, it is a simple sketch of a dandelion.

This discovery actually requires some special associations. It is difficult for people to think outside of fixed patterns because the brain always looks for known patterns in life from low-information structures, and requires prompts to extend more imagination.

Feng Shaomin's first reaction was that Meng Siqi's thinking was very jumpy, so even Ding Qian and the other two who had special feelings for the textile factory might not be able to associate it with the dandelion logo. As for Long Shanwen, who drew the symbol, she might have also had an inherent pattern, thinking that a circle could represent a dandelion, or she might have died at the time and did not finish drawing the symbol.

This discovery seemed to make the direction of the investigation clearer, and Feng Shaomin couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Meng Siqi was already reviewing the situation quickly in his mind. Although Ding Qian and the other two were all from the Dandelion Textile Factory and the signs pointed to one another clearly, they would never direct suspicion upon themselves.

Ding Qian and the other two began to become the least likely suspects, and the murderer must be someone else.

"Mr. Shen, can our police take this photo back?" Feng Shaomin asked Shen Song.

Shen Song had been standing at the door, waiting for the two to call him. At this moment, his eyes hesitated, "This is a very precious photo of Shanwen."

"Don't worry, we are just keeping it temporarily. When Long Shanwen's case is over, we will return it intact."

"Okay." Shen Song nodded, "Please take it back."

In the subsequent investigation, the two of them just took a casual look because they had found the most important clue.

On the way back in the car, Feng Shaomin said, "Xiao Meng, you have a sharp eye. This symbol looks like a dandelion."

Meng Siqi smiled brilliantly. She knew that her master was finding different ways to praise her. He never liked to praise others directly, but he would also be generous with his praise.

Feng Shaomin didn't look at her while driving, and asked directly: "What do you think Long Shanwen wants to tell us?"

Meng Siqi understood that Feng Shaomin still thought that the symbol was drawn by Long Shanwen, but in fact it was drawn by the murderer. She couldn't guide him in the wrong direction. She sorted out her thoughts and said, "Master, no matter who drew this symbol, I feel that she must have a specific meaning. She wants to tell us that Long Shanwen's death is closely related to the textile factory."

"You're right," Feng Shaomin nodded and said, "In addition to Ding Qian and the other two, I remember there was also a waiter and two chefs. Their suspicions have not been completely ruled out. We also need to check whether they have any connection with the textile factory or their families."

Meng Siqi was also thinking in this direction, and hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, Zhao Leiting and I will investigate the social relations of these three people tomorrow."

"You should contact their community and sort out the family relationships."

"Master, I also want to go to the Dandelion Textile Factory to take a look." Meng Siqi felt that if he wanted to truly explore the secrets, he must return to that primitive place. Perhaps a thrilling event had once happened there, but it was buried in the dust of time.

"But," Feng Shaomin glanced at her, "that textile factory closed down eight years ago. Given the conditions there, it should have been replaced by another factory by now. It may not be easy to find useful information... You guys go take a look first and try your luck."

"Okay, Master, I'll let you know if there's any progress."

"Um."

The next day, Zhao Leiting obtained the social information of waitress Shi Xiaomei, chef Xu Liang and chef Hao Chunlai from their community and village committee.

The three have no connection with the textile factory, nor any family members.

In other words, the suspicion of these three people was once again passively ruled out.

Meng Siqi was puzzled. Since the murderer wanted to direct everyone's attention to the textile factory, what was his motive if he himself had nothing to do with the textile factory?

Maybe I can only go to the old site of the textile factory. Although the hope is slim, I have to go this time.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Leiting drove her to the address where the Dandelion Textile Factory used to be located. After parking the car on the side of the road, Meng Siqi opened the car door with confidence.

Eight years have passed, and this place has been developed many times. Now, at a glance, there are rows of small factories, one next to the other. The old big factory no longer exists.

Most of these factories are clothing trade factories. Due to the good economic situation, a large number of private enterprises such as clothing factories, shoe factories, leather factories, etc. have emerged in this area, replacing the old textile factories.

The road is bustling with people and vehicles, including trucks, tricycles, and motorcycles. There are bosses who come here to negotiate business, vendors who come here to purchase goods, and young people who come here to pursue their dreams.

Groups of workers walked on the road bathed in the morning sunshine. They were divided into different factories, making clothes, shoes, leather shoes, belts, and all kinds of daily necessities.

This place is like a large wholesale center, and the hustle and bustle here gradually spreads to the prosperous streets and alleys across the country.

In fact, after taking a look at it this way, Meng Siqi also knew that the Dandelion Textile Factory had long become a thing of the past. The people here would no longer remember that there was a Dandelion Textile Factory in the past. No one would know that there were once hardworking female textile factory workers there, and no one would know the stories that had happened there.

Zhao Lei Ting bought two fried dough sticks and two cups of soy milk on the roadside, and stuffed one for Meng Siqi, "Have a bite first, we'll go ask later."

Meng Siqi took the breakfast, squatted at the curb, and ate it bite by bite. He had gotten up very early in the morning, thinking that this trip would be rewarding, but now he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

She squatted there and quickly blended into the group of workers eating breakfast together. Simple conversations and laughter filled her eardrums, but not a single word had anything to do with the Dandelion Textile Factory.

After breakfast, Meng Siqi followed Zhao Leiting to the largest clothing factory to try their luck.

Zhao Leiting handed her a tissue as he walked, "Your mouth is a little greasy."

Meng Siqi's lips looked thick and sexy because of the greasiness. She brought a handkerchief and didn't dare to rub them hard after eating the fried dough sticks. She took the tissue from Zhao Leiting and wiped them hard.

There was a rumbling sound inside the garment factory. A large number of machines were running and rows of female workers were familiarly operating the sewing machines. The two of them passed through a sea of ​​busy figures and finally arrived at the manager's office.

After explaining the purpose of my visit, the manager said frankly, "I haven't heard of that. We change factories here so many times a year. When a factory fails, it closes down and a new one comes. Anyway, there are no vacancies. Who can remember a factory that closed down eight years ago?"

Yes, eight years ago, who still cares about the past that has long been forgotten?

I visited several companies and almost all of them gave the same answer. It seemed that all my hard work was in vain.

On the road, Meng Siqi felt that the road ahead was uncertain. Zhao Leiting took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "Siqi, I looked up the old factory manager's address. I wonder if it will be useful."

Meng Siqi took it over. The old factory manager's surname was Gui, which means return. Maybe the factory manager knew something. She specially praised him: "Zhao Leiting, I have to praise you. Let's go and ask now." Compared to having no direction, this should be the best direction.

Zhao Lei Ting's face was full of excitement. "Okay, let's go."

The car started again, drove out of the wholesale area and headed towards an older residential area.

On the way, Zhao Leiting said, "Siqi, you mentioned the textile factory yesterday. I immediately looked up some information, but it's incomplete so I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Meng Siqi was very interested because she knew that Zhao Leiting was an expert at investigating information, often quickly and accurately. She couldn't help but look at him with a brighter look in her eyes.

Zhao Leiting smiled contentedly and lowered his voice to say, "The main leaders of the textile factory at that time either passed away or had no memory of anything. Their children did not work or live in the factory at that time, so they probably didn't know the truth."

"No memory" could be due to Alzheimer's disease or something like that, and we probably won't be able to get any information from them.

Zhao Leiting continued, "As for the old factory manager, I haven't found any specific information yet, so if I find him, maybe I can get some truth from him."

Meng Siqi nodded. If he wanted to know the truth behind the closure of the textile factory and get to the core of that dusty past, he had to find the important people related to it. The old factory director was undoubtedly the most suitable person.

The car smoothly arrived next to an old residential building. The house here is relatively old. The ropes in front of and behind the house are full of quilts and clothes, indicating that many people live there. It is quite lively as we walk in. The elderly and children are all basking in the sun in the community.

After asking several elderly people, no one knew the old factory owner, Gui Wenjin. The two had no choice but to go to the community office to ask. The community manager checked the information and said, "There used to be an owner here named Gui Wenjin, but he passed away a few years ago."

"Dead?" Zhao Leiting's face was slightly stiff.

The important clue was lost. Meng Siqi bit her lip and immediately asked, "Does Gui Wenjin have any children?"

The community manager checked for a while and replied: "Yes, there is a son, but I don't know the specific information. He may not live here."

"Can you please copy his information for us?"

"Okay." The community administrator wrote a note and handed it to Meng Siqi.

Meng Siqi took it and looked at it. On the note was written "Gui Xiangyang, male, son of Gui Wenjin".

After leaving the community office, Meng Siqi wondered, "Will Gui Xiangyang know something about the textile factory?"

Zhao Leiting looked at the note for a long while, then suddenly stopped and said in surprise: "Siqi, I remember that Gui Xiangyang was also a leader of the Dandelion Textile Factory. Although he was not a core management member, he seemed to be a factory office leader."

He was very excited and continued, "Based on Gui Wenjin's age, Gui Xiangyang should have been about 25 or 26 at the time. The textile factory must have had a house at that time. Gui Wenjin's family lived in the factory, and his son worked in the factory office. It is impossible that he didn't know anything. If something big happened in the factory, Gui Xiangyang should have known it whether he heard it from his father or from the internal information of the factory office."

"Zhao Leiting, you are amazing," Meng Siqi praised him vigorously. She was also very excited. "We interviewed many old workers in the textile factory, and no one could explain the truth about the textile factory's bankruptcy, but Gui Xiangyang could. Gui Xiangyang must know about the textile factory's bankruptcy."

"Yes, if the symbol is related to the textile factory, the closure of the textile factory may be an important clue. Gui Xiangyang must know something. Siqi, we have to ask the Korean team to summon Gui Xiangyang for questioning."

"Okay." Meng Siqi was full of confidence again. If he could understand the truth about the closure of the textile factory, perhaps the truth of this symbol would be solved, and Gui Xiangyang was the solution to this problem.

After returning to the police office, the two found that Han Changlin was not there. Zhao Leiting said that he would go to the Information Department to check Gui Xiangyang's identity first.

Meng Siqi had made some progress and walked towards Feng Shaomin, wanting to report the information first, "Master, the site of the Pugongying Textile Factory has been completely changed, and the old factory director Gui Wenjin has passed away, but we have found information about the old factory director's son Gui Xiangyang."

"Gui Xiangyang?" Feng Shaomin's expression froze. "Show me the name."

Meng Siqi felt that Feng Shaomin knew something, so she immediately handed him the note. Feng Shaomin took it, frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to ask her, "Have you looked for him?"

"Not yet. We don't know his specific identity yet."

Feng Shaomin folded the note in half and said cautiously, "We must consult the Korean team on this matter."

Meng Siqi was getting more and more confused. She felt that Feng Shaomin hadn't told her something. Just as she was about to ask, Han Changlin walked into the office and said loudly, "Old Feng, Little Meng, do you have any new clues about Long Shanwen's case?"

"There is a clue, Korean team." Meng Siqi replied quickly.

Feng Shaomin suddenly stopped her and said, "Xiao Meng, go back to your seat first. I'll talk to the Korean team."

"What are you two doing so mysteriously?" Han Changlin said with a smile.

At this moment, Zhao Leiting's voice came from the door: "Siqi, found it, found it, Gui Xiangyang, 34 years old this year, is the boss of Jinzun Clothing Group. His wife is Zhang Hui, and they have a six-year-old son. They are now living in..."

Zhao Leiting stopped talking here because he found that Han Changlin was staring at him with wide eyes, and Feng Shaomin's expression was not right. Meng Siqi was standing between them, looking very helpless.

Zhao Lei Ting smiled awkwardly: "No, what happened?"

The air suddenly became very quiet and no one spoke, so much so that Zhao Leiting stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Feng Shaomin finally stood up and said slowly, "Well, you guys go back to your seats first, I will discuss this with the Korean team."

Zhao Leiting looked puzzled, but Meng Siqi seemed to have discovered the secret. Gui Xiangyang might have an inseparable relationship with the Korean team, and Feng Shaomin might have taken something into consideration.

Han Changlin suddenly spoke up: "It's nothing to worry about. Zhao Leiting, what did you find out?"

Zhao Lei Ting took a few steps forward and his tone became cautious: "It's like this, Korean team. We think Long Shanwen's special symbol may be related to the textile factory's bankruptcy. Gui Xiangyang is the son of the old factory director and a member of the factory office. He must know some truth, so we want to ask the Korean team to bring him back to the bureau for questioning."

Feng Shaomin suddenly said, "It's okay to ask. You guys go eat first. I will discuss with the Korean team how to proceed."

Han Changlin said forcefully, "There's no need to discuss this, Old Feng. If Gui Xiangyang is related to this case, then send him back for questioning immediately, no matter who he is."

Feng Shaomin pursed his lips slightly, as if to organize his words, but did not reply.

"Why are you just standing there? Zhao Leiting, take two comrades to find the person right away. We should find out the truth this afternoon." Korean commander Lin gave the order sternly.

Zhao Lei Ting was stunned for a moment, then swallowed quickly, "Okay, Korean team, I'll be right there."

After Zhao Leiting left, Feng Shaomin said, "Captain Han, let me and you consult this afternoon."

"Old Feng, let Xiao Meng do the questioning this time," Han Changlin glanced at Meng Siqi again, "Just ask whatever you need to ask, don't feel pressured."

"Got it, Korean team."

While Gui Xiangyang was being called, Meng Siqi returned to her desk. She was thinking about how to proceed with the next questioning. If Gui Xiangyang had a relationship with the Korean team, how could she ask the question reasonably? She knew that the next question might be crucial.

More than an hour later, when Meng Siqi was still organizing his thoughts, Zhao Leiting came in and said, "Gui Xiangyang has been brought to the interrogation room. Team Han, when do we start?"

Han Changlin was lying in a chair, his eyes closed, silent. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Now."

Meng Siqi stood up and picked up the notebook.

Just as I was about to walk out of the office door, a familiar and majestic figure stepped in, and immediately heard his loud and serious voice: "Han Changlin, what are you thinking about?"

Meng Siqi took a look and saw that the man was Director Liu Maoping.