"Hey, Uncle Xiao, we're still investigating." Standing outside the cordon, Feng Linghan looked into the room. "Hey, isn't this a child of the Feng family? What, you little devil, what are your plans?" A man in police uniform touched Feng Linghan's head. "I'm seventeen years old, Uncle Xiao." He stretched out his strong hands. "Then, have you studied the envelope this gentleman gave me?" "There are still some doubts about this case. But it must have been suicide, so just take photos to collect evidence..." The man reached into the pocket of his clothes again, took out a few photos, and handed them to Feng Linghan. "Here, these are the photos of the deceased when he died. It seems that our little detective needs it, right?" "Hey, didn't I just help you catch a few thieves? The police can definitely detect such stupid thieves. As for calling me a detective?" Feng Linghan? Han thought in his heart, and then pointed to the bookcase inside, "In that case, I should be able to go in and investigate..."
"Whatever, it's almost over anyway. It seems that our little detective is very interested in this case, so I won't disturb you." After that, the police officer put on his police hat, waved and left with a smile. "It's really eventful," Feng Linghan muttered, "but it's still important to find something." Feng Ling rummaged through the bookcase, Han finally took out an old book covered with dust. "I remember it should be in this book." Feng Linghan covered his mouth and patted the dust on the book. He held the spine of the book and shook it. A piece of yellowed parchment fell out, "That's it." This! Hey, this is a map. The marks on it are: pine forest marked with "§" symbol, cave marked with "※" symbol, broken bridge marked with "Swastika" symbol, stone tablet marked with "Swastika" symbol, and " "?" symbol canyons and rivers marked with "?" symbols, coupled with this wild survival ticket, could this be the last commission of the deceased?!"
