On 17 November 2001, the client and his parents died.

On 19 November 2001, it was confirmed that the client and his parents had died of asphyxiation. It was confirmed that the three men drove to Zhaojiaxiang Road on the outskirts of Minqing City on 17 November 2001 and hanged themselves at a telephone pole at the intersection. Attached: Photocopy of the police investigation report.

There are several photographs in the photocopy.

In the panoramic photo, you can see three thick ropes tied to a straight telephone pole, and a middle-aged couple and a young man are hanging from the three ropes, their bodies against the telephone poles, their heads against each other, and they are looking straight ahead.

There are several close-up photos.

All three have close-ups of their faces. Their eyes were open, the corners of their mouths were being pulled by something, and they grinned as if they were smiling exaggeratedly. There was a visible wound at the corner of the mouth, and blood flowed down the jaw to the neck.

The clothes on the three were exactly the same as those on the postcards.

There were no signs of struggle on the trio. The position in which they hang is also not high. Keep your feet hanging naturally and your toes touching the ground.

The purple bruise on the neck was shocking, and some traces of subcutaneous bruising could be seen.

In addition to photos of the corpses, there are also photos of vehicles.

Their car is a very popular model, it is cheap, and it has their little belongings in the car.

In the back seat of the car is a postcard.

There was nothing on the back of the postcard, a blank space, only a red fuzzy postmark, so light in color that it was barely visible. This postmark is printed on the stamp, and the face on the stamp is pasted, as if the paint of the postmark and the paint of the stamp are mixed together, making this small square a pulp.

The front of the postcard is also blank, and you can see a light gray-green color, and there are no pictures. It seems that after too much time, the original paint has faded. It's like that kind of sticker painting, after that layer of sticker is dead, the original picture is torn off, leaving only a little trace of paint.

On 19 November 2001, the deposit slip received by the consignor was confirmed to have disappeared.

On 20 November 2001, surveillance footage was obtained. Video files.

The video is blurry, and the image is blurry due to the device.

In the video, there is a corridor, and in the center of the picture is a row of mailboxes, roughly counting twenty or thirty.

Fast forward to the video.

After more than a minute, the video played normally.

In the normal video, a figure appears at the end of the hallway.

The screen began to flicker, and snowflakes and shadows appeared.

The position of that person has an obvious snowflake screen, which makes it difficult to see his face clearly, or even his figure clearly.

There was a murmur in the video, and the whole video was only rustling, followed by a sharp beep.

That person was recorded in this way.

He approached the mailbox, stopped in front of it, lingered for a while, and then left the same way.

When he leaves the frame, the video returns to normal.

There is nothing extra on the mailbox, and the picture is the same as it was a few minutes ago.

In the picture, Shen Yifan appeared at the end of the corridor. He is almost identical to the sketch on the postcard, only dressed differently.

There is no problem with the picture.

As he walked past the mailbox, he stopped, turned back, crouched down, and looked at one of the mailboxes in the lower row.

He must have seen something, so he half-crouched there, frozen.

It took a second or two for him to straighten up, reach into his pocket, and pull out the key.

The mailbox was opened, and Shen Yifan took out an object from the mailbox.

He lowered his head and flipped his hands.

It wasn't big, it looked like a white piece of cardboard.

Shen Yifan's body seemed to be frozen there.

After another second or two, Shen Yifan lowered his hand, closed the mailbox, and continued to walk with the piece of paper, disappearing into the picture.

The screen switches again.

At the end of the hallway, the middle-aged couple depicted in the postcard sketch walked from there. They talked as they walked, pausing slightly as they passed the mailbox. The man bent down to look inside the mailbox, straightened up his waist easily, and said something to the woman. They moved on.

The screen switches again.

From the other end of the corridor, the backs of the Shen family of three appeared and walked to the end of the corridor.

They are supposed to have left the apartment building.

Judging from the back, their appearance is slightly eccentric. The three of them seemed to have a shadow over them. There are some problems with the quality of the picture, and the sharpness has dropped a notch.

By the time they get out of the camera, everything is back to normal.

On 20 November 2001, Guan Zusheng, Jack Lee and Jean Yves could not be contacted.

On November 28, 2001, the files of Guan Zusheng were investigated and suspicion was eliminated.

On 30 November 2001, the investigation was discontinued. Result: Failed to find Xiao Ying. This event is classified as "unfinished", and the keywords are set as "New Year's card", "postcard", and "deposit slip". If a related incident occurs, the investigation will be reopened.

Client: Shen Xue

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Occupation: Student

Family Relationships: Parents

Address: Minqing City Triumph Hotel xxx

Contact number: 138xxxxxxxx

On June 15, 2006, the client visited for the first time. Audio files.

"Hello, Miss Shen."

"Just call me Shen Xue."

"Okay, Shen Xue. You called us earlier and wanted us to help find Xiao Ying? ”

"Yes."

"How much do you know about this whole thing? Do your parents know that you contacted us? ”

"They don't know. Don't worry, I have a lot of pocket money. ”

"It's not about money. You're only 14 today, right? ”

"But I can decide. I'm not 10, I'm 9, I know what I'm doing. I want to know my family and how my family has grown. It's mine...... Well, the subject of the dissertation. The school I'm studying at now lets us write essays, not the very professional kind, but there needs to be a topic. My teacher also found the theme I had set very interesting. I am a second-generation immigrant. The journey of immigrants to find their roots, to find their homeland, to find their own blood origins, the soul of culture, this is a good topic. I saw those New Year's cards. That Xiao Ying should be the first person in our family to go abroad, and he may have also immigrated. He's been to so many places, and he's better than my dad. I want to talk to him, interview him. I also want to know more about my family. Maybe I'll make up my own genealogy. Hee-hee......"

"Shen Xue, do you know about the death of your cousin's family? Have you ever heard the name Shen Yifan? ”

"Ah...... I know...... My dad got a call from China. I was nine years old at the time...... I remember. I did my homework, I did an assignment for a volcano, a science class. It was successful the first time. I called my dad to come and see him, and he was very bad...... He lost his temper with me...... Mom said he had just received a call from home. One of his cousins died, and his cousin, uncle, and aunt all died, committing suicide...... Unbelievable...... Dad had never mentioned those relatives before. Mom said he didn't like them, but it wasn't without feelings. I don't really understand ...... As I said earlier, second-generation immigrants. I don't have any contact with the country. I've never met this cousin of mine...... My family is me and my parents, and there is no such big family...... I'm actually very envious of that kind of big family......"