By the way, on the windowsill of the large table outside, there are two large stacks of newspapers.

Ouyang Ping flipped through the newspapers, and what Xie Yao's wife Li Dahong said was indeed right, the newspapers that Jiang Fengqi brought back from the barbershop were quite miscellaneous, including "Jingnan Evening News", "Jingnan Morning News", "Yangtze Morning Post", and "Metropolis News". The newspapers were crumpled and tattered. As you can imagine, the utilization rate of newspapers in barbershops should be high, and everyone waiting for a haircut is likely to flip through the newspapers to pass the boring time.

Liu Dayu divided the newspaper into several parts, put them on the big table, and then led Han Lingling, Yan Jianhua, Liu Wenbin, and Wei Zimin to flip them through one by one.

Everyone knows what Liu Dayu wants to do. Liu Dayu tried to find traces of clipping from these newspapers. Although this idea is a bit naïve, but comrades have to do this, do they have to do it? If that anonymous note is Jiang Fengqi's masterpiece, if it can't be kept, Jiang Fengqi will have some omissions.

Whether Jiang Fengqi had made any omissions, the comrades were not sure, but the five people did not find any traces of clipping and pasting from the two stacks of newspapers.

Ouyang Ping carefully inspected the inside and outside, but found nothing, Jiang Feng started with four walls, a few simple furniture, standing in the room can be counted, it is difficult to hide things in such a room.

Li Wenhua found a pair of scissors in the drawer in the middle of the cupboard, there was some rust on the scissors handle, but the scissors edge was shiny, Li Wenhua tried the knife edge with the thumb of his right hand, the knife edge was extremely sharp, and there was some rust at the root of the knife edge, as if it had just been sharpened.

Ouyang Ping took the scissors from Li Wenhua's hand, walked to the windowsill, picked up a piece of newspaper, cut it twice with "click-click", and closed the paper.

At this time, Chen Guoquan's mother-in-law, Zhang, was standing at the door.

Ouyang Ping invited the old man into the room: "Auntie, have you ever seen this pair of scissors?" ”

The old man took the scissors from Ouyang Ping's hand, opened and closed them and tried them, and then said: "I have seen these scissors, when Jiang Fengqi killed the yellow eel on the edge of the well, I saw it, and I asked him why he didn't sharpen the scissors." ”

"Are you trying to say that when you saw this pair of scissors, the scissors weren't that fast?"

"That's what I mean, this pair of scissors turned out to be very sluggish, so Jiang Feng was very unfavorable when he killed the yellow eel, why did he suddenly grind it so quickly?"

To cut out the words on the newspaper, the scissors must be fast.

The old man's next words inspired Ouyang Ping: "This pair of scissors has just been sharpened for a short time - two or three days at most. ”

It was within two or three days that the comrades received an anonymous note.

"Auntie, how do you know this?"

"Hey, I often use scissors, and I often sharpen scissors, after grinding, if you don't continue to use it, it won't be long before the edge of the knife will rust, you wait a minute,"

The old man turned and walked out of the door, and after a while, she walked in, holding a pair of scissors in her hand: "You see, I just touched this scissors yesterday morning. ”

Ouyang Ping took the scissors and looked at the edge of the knife, at the root of the edge, there was indeed a little rust.

Life experience can sometimes help comrades a lot. The old man's statement is correct.

"Now, it's not the season to eat yellow eel, there is no need for scissors at all, Jiang Fengqi usually never sews and mends clothes - he can't sew clothes, what does he do when he sharpens scissors?"