"This building was passed down from my grandfather, older than me. My sister and I grew up here since childhood..."

Sun Mingyuan looked at the building with sighs and said, "Since my younger sister left, I have come here once a year. In addition, this place is basically closed. In addition, there are two security guards left here to take turns on duty all year round. Without my orders, no one is allowed to enter."

Every year, Sun Mingyuan comes here on his younger sister's death day and stays quietly for half a day. For fifteen years, it has become a regular rule without any storm.

However, the time he can bear is at most half a day. The so-called seeing things and thinking about people, the longer he stays in this building, the more he thinks, and the more he thinks, the more he feels, the more he feels, the more he feels in his heart, the more he feels burning his heart...

Everyone came to the front of the building, and Sun Mingyuan stood in front of the rusty iron gate and made a phone call.

Soon, a man in his fifties opened the iron door.

"Boss, are you here?" The man seemed a little dull, but his every move seemed quite steady.

Sun Mingyuan patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Lao Wang."

Lao Wang said aloud: "Boss, are you going up now?"

Sun Mingyuan nodded, turned around and said to Mo Yan, "Let's go up now..."

As he said that, he took a briefcase from his follower and told him to wait below, then turned around and walked towards the building.

Mo Yan and Huang Liuxia looked at each other and followed Sun Mingyuan into the building.

Although this building is semi-enclosed, the floors and furniture in the building are quite neat, and it is obvious that people often clean them.

However, due to the lack of living a life, a stale aura inevitably emerges in the huge building.

At the entrance, there is a large living room. Sun Mingyuan introduced: "The gathering fifteen years ago was held here. There were 37 people including me..."

Mo Yan asked, "Does these thirty-seven people include security guards?"

"All of them are guests. They do not include security guards and waiters..." Sun Mingyuan patted the bag in his hand and said, "The information of security guards and waiters is here, and I will hand it over to you later."

Mo Yan said: "Why are they listed separately?"

Sun Mingyuan explained: "This kind of family-style gathering is more private. Except for the living room, the security guards and waiters are not allowed to go up on the second and third floors. They cannot access the crime scene and the suspect is the least, so they are listed separately."

Mo Yan nodded and said, "I guess there must be no surveillance facilities in the building, right?"

Sun Mingyuan smiled bitterly and said, "If there were any, maybe that wouldn't have happened..."

The living room of this building is quite large in size, and its layout is rare in this era. Mo Yan patrolled the entire living room and seemed to have entered a movie scene from the 1920s and 1930s...

He entered all the scenes in the living room into his mind and said, "Mr. Sun, let's go up."

Sun Mingyuan nodded and took the lead in stepping up the stairs leading to the second floor.

Everyone went up the second floor, but saw a corridor on each side.

Sun Mingyuan introduced: "The two channels on the left and right are actually connected and are square. There are eight rooms on the second floor, four of which are used to rest for guests, and the other four are chess and card rooms. That night, almost half of the people stayed in these four chess and card rooms all night... In addition, there are several game rooms at the back of the living room on the first floor, which are filled with some popular electronic games and billiards and so on."

Sun Mingyuan said, and opened the door of a room casually. He said, "This room is the lounge, and the things inside are kept as they are..."

All the furniture in this lounge was covered with a layer of white cloth. Mo Yan took a casual look and said, "There is nothing to study here, Mr. Sun. Let's go directly to your sister's bedroom."

Sun Mingyuan said: "My sister's bedroom is on the third floor, please follow me..."

The building was built in the last century and uses all wooden floors. Although carpets are covered on the passageways and stairs, a slight squeaking sound can be made with a slight tread.

In such a quiet environment, these "creaking" sounds from time to time seem particularly terrifying.

Mo Yan thought to himself that this place is good for making horror movies. In terms of the atmosphere, it is even more gloomy and horrible than the truly "haunted" courtyard No. 36.

There are about a dozen bedrooms on the third floor. Sun Mingyuan led Mo Yan and Huang Liuxia to a room on the east side and said, "This is my sister's bedroom..."

From the outside, this room is no different from other bedrooms, but on the right wall of the door, there are instruments that monitor temperature and humidity and a small indoor monitoring screen.

Mo Yan's eyes fell on the door handle of the room, and a lock was installed here, using an old-fashioned lock.

"This room has been closed for fifteen years, and except for every three years, it is almost never opened."

Sun Mingyuan took out the key, opened the lock, then looked at Mo Yan, and said solemnly: "Mr. Mo, after the sealing film inside is opened, it may never be able to return to its original state. So, please..."

But Mo Yan said: "I won't touch those sealing films, you don't need to worry."

Sun Mingyuan was stunned and said, "No need?"

Mo Yan smiled and said, "I have my way of observing things."

Sun Mingyuan had already put all his hope on Mo Yan. After hearing this, he had no intention of questioning and nodded, "Okay, then I'll ask you."

As he said that, he twisted the door handle and opened the door.

This time, he did not take the lead in, but took a step back and said, "Mr. Mo, I won't go in."

Mo Yan nodded and said nothing.

There are only two reasons why Sun Mingyuan was unwilling to go in. One was that he didn’t want to see things and think of others, and the second was that he didn’t want to disturb Mo Yan.

Huang Liuxia knew the truth that 'there is specialization in art'. With the expert Mo Yan, there was no need for him and Sun Mingyuan to go in, so he also stayed at the door and patted Mo Yan on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you!"

Mo Yan nodded slightly and was about to enter the door, but suddenly remembered something and looked at Sun Mingyuan and said, "Mr. Sun, since you don't plan to go in, then give me the information. I need to combine the information to investigate the scene..."

"Look at my brain, I almost forgot if you don't say it..." Sun Mingyuan immediately handed the bag in his hand to Mo Yan. He said: "In addition to the text information, there is also a tablet computer, which contains some video information. These video information were surveillance videos at that time. In addition to the photos taken by the police and the confessions recorded by everyone, there are also some personal information about my sister."

Mo Yan took the bag, nodded, and said, "Give me half an hour..."

As he said that, he walked into the room and closed the door casually.

Standing inside the door, he looked at the room carefully.

All the furniture in this room is sealed with film, even some small ornaments are no exception. The floor is covered with two thicker plastic films. At first glance, the whole room is full of miserable whiteness.

Mo Yan looked at it for a while and turned his gaze to the bed in this boudoir. Sun Mingyuan's sister was strangled to death on this bed.

He stood quietly in front of the bed and observed carefully...

The bedding on the bed is also sealed with a film, but this does not hinder Mo Yan any of it. The observation of the self-consciousness is equivalent to a transmissive scanning, and any doubts will be infinitely magnified in Mo Yan's spiritual platform.

However, time is the best ablative agent in this universe. Whether it is material or traces of thinking, it will eventually be melted and destroyed before the ruthless torrent of time...

After a few minutes, he didn't find anything strange.

Shaking his head gently, he opened the briefcase in his hand and took out the information and tablet.

It took two minutes to scan all the information into his mind, and then opened the video information and read it.

These videos were all surveillance videos at that time. Perhaps because of transcription, or because the surveillance equipment at that time was not as good as it is now, the picture did not look very clear.

However, Mo Yan didn't care about this. The monotonous video images of these scenes are not of great value except for providing a timeline.

He only watched the videos for five or six minutes.

Mo Yan knew in his heart that the police at that time must have studied these videos frame by frame. If there were any doubts, they would have discovered them a long time ago.

Apart from the timeline, these video materials do not provide much information.

While watching the video materials, Mo Yan used his own mind and his self-consciousness was also working hard to analyze, reconstruct, and then conduct comprehensive deductions.

After almost ten minutes of deduction, the conclusion drawn by Mo Yan frowned slightly.

The conclusion shows that among the twenty-seven people at that time, eight had time to commit the crime.

Among these eight people, Sun Mingyuan even included...

The other seven people were a classmate and best friend of the deceased, a cousin, a distant relative of the same clan, two cousins, and two foreign guests.

"There are eight suspects, after removing Sun Mingyuan, there are seven suspects. This range is a bit wider..."

Mo Yan shook his head gently...

In fact, the police's information also listed the key suspects, three people had the same conclusion as Mo Yan, while the others were excluded by Mo Yan.

Whether for Mo Yan or the police, having a suspect is actually far from enough. If there is no evidence or motivation for the crime, the suspect will always be the suspect!

"From the information at hand, it is almost impossible to solve this unsolved case, and you have to change the method..."

Mo Yan subconsciously lit a cigarette.

If time goes back and back fifteen years ago, he could experience the crime scene at that time, Mo Yan was confident that he could find the murderer in at most half an hour.

Under the cover of the id consciousness, the murderer's blood flow rate, heart rate, and emotional changes cannot escape Mo Yan's observation.

In short, Mo Yan is the most accurate natural lie detector. As long as he pins the suspect and then through simple questions, he can determine who the murderer is. He can even use the power of his soul to amplify the panic in the murderer's heart from the depths of his consciousness, so that he can not tell himself...

However, the same thing is said, time is a great killer. It annihilates not only things at the material level, but also human love, hate, love, hatred, and horror.

The murderer who was worried at the beginning may have been calm today.

Mo Yan's methods are not omnipotent. If the murderer forgets or even changes his memories of that year through fifteen years of continuous self-suggestion and psychological construction, he will have no choice but to do anything about it.

The most important thing is that even if the real murderer can be locked in through these means, he cannot present evidence to prove that this person is the murderer.
Chapter completed!