Over the past two decades, Lotus Hill has undergone a face-to-face refurbishment. The street is connected to the building from the beginning to the end. The style is unified and "modern", which is more elegant than the city. Only the roadside trees have not had time to grow into green shades, revealing a little rush of heavy makeup.

Luo Wenzhou drove a few laps before he found the humble newsstand.

A man is wearing a reading glasses and is sitting in the newsstand watching the booth. This man said that he could be middle-aged and that he could be old. If he only looked at his face, he was about to retire, but his whole body was already revealed. A heavy twilight, like a lingering gasp.

It was the hottest afternoon when the street was oiled by the sun. Luo Wenzhou pushed his sunglasses over his head and walked to the newsstand: "Take a bottle of cold soda."

The newsstand owner heard the sound, clasped the book being read aside, bent down and picked up a bottle of cold drink with thick frost.

Luo Wenzhou stepped under the umbrella of the kiosk, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank most of the bottle.

He has worked overtime with various old peers for a day and braved the wisdom of the landing board, playing the banner of asking the old case, and knocking on the other side if there is anything suspicious. Everyone is out of the system. Coming is also a routine, you come and go, all kinds of scenes are comparable to the scene of the palace fight in the TV series, really tired.

At this moment, Luo Wenzhou's mind was full of wood, and he stared dullly and drank himself, and leaned against the big sun umbrella to empty it.

When the newsstand owner saw that he was not going to leave for a while, he poked out his head and asked, "Hey, boy, I still have popsicles. Do you want to eat?"

Luo Wenzhou waved his hand: "Drinking my stomach, I can't eat anymore. I'm here to rest."

The owner of the kiosk said "OK" and brought him a long-legged plastic stool: "Sit down, it's not easy on a hot day-what do you do?"

Luo Wenzhou put the soda bottle on his knee and shook it gently twice: "I'm a policeman."

The owner of the kiosk crossed one leg on the small threshold of the kiosk. He heard the word "police" and he froze. He turned back after a while, took off the reading glasses, folded it, and shook the corners of his mouth slightly. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "I have already done the 'withdrawal' and the government has approved it."

"I know," Luo Wenzhou said, "Uncle Guo, I have no other meaning, and I want to talk to you about Feifei's case twenty years ago."

The owner of the kiosk is Guo Heng.

Guo Heng killed Wu Guangchuan, and then went to jail for intentional homicide. After commutation, his sentence was released two years ago, and his job was naturally lost. Twenty years have passed, and neither the property nor the people can go. Yes, no, his wife had divorced him long before he started to kill, and he went back to the unrecognizable Lianhua Mountain ...... without relatives and no reason, to do some small business to make ends meet.

"There's nothing to talk about," Guo Heng's face sank. "Everyone has been dead for more than 20 years. The killer who killed her was sent to the road by myself. I sentenced and sentenced me to jail. What else do you want to know? "

Luo Wenzhou tried to soften his voice: "That's right, you don't think I'm too busy to come here and deliberately come to expose your scar. We are now in a case where the little girl is missing. There is evidence that it may be related to the events of the year ... ... "

Guo Heng asked coldly, "What's involved?"

"Girl, eleven years old, was wearing a floral dress when she disappeared. On the third day after the disappearance, the suspect sent a recording to the girl's parents. In addition to the girl crying, there was a murmur. The iron box of the bell. "Luo Wenzhou knew that the other side was full of vigilance, so he looked at Guo Heng's eyes as honestly as possible, removed all irrelevant descriptions, and made things clear with the shortest words." After the case that year The old man said that this situation is exactly the same as when Fifi was killed, so I want to ask you ... "

Before he finished speaking, Guo Heng interrupted him in a nasty manner: "Is it the first trial for me? The murderer died, and the police and me are the only ones who remember this. Of course, there is no bad thing that the police can do. , That can only be me with a previous record. "

"Not only you, I have visited the policemen who have worked on the case," Luo Wenzhou said, "I didn't doubt anything, I just wanted to know more about the time ..."

Guo Heng's emotion suddenly erupted without warning, and he snarled at Luo Wenzhou: "I was looking for someone to talk about this case. No one listened to it, no one wanted to understand it. Now I am stunned and also sitting in jail. You come to your door again! My daughter has been dead for more than 20 years. I do n’t want to mention her, I do n’t want to mention her! What the **** have you done! ”

Luo Wenzhou opened his mouth, swallowed the excuse he almost blurted out, and then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Let's go, go! Go!" Guo Heng grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out. "I have nothing to say. You must think I'm suspicious. Even if I come to arrest, I will be born twice a year. Nothing else can be said. Remember to light up your credentials before coming back. If you know that you are a policeman, I won't even sell you a spit. "

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo ..."

Guo Heng's eyes were red, and his forehead was leaping. "Go!"

Luo Wenzhou's temperament could not be considered mild, but he could not get out of temper at this time.

The scorching sun broke his head and spit fire into him, he closed his mouth, counted his mouth full of teeth from beginning to end with the tip of his tongue, and then lowered his hand to find the wallet, opened a photo held inside, and handed it to Guo Heng. .

"This child is called Qu Tong," Luo Wenzhou said. "It is going to be in the sixth grade and it is a good study. I participated in the summer camp for the Sixteenth Middle School one year in advance. She is especially sensible and has always been the captain of the squadron. Five days. Uncle Guo, what is the concept of five days? I heard that you have studied many cases of child abduction cases, then you should understand that the chances of this child getting back is very slim. "

Guo Heng's eyes slowly fell on Qu Tong's photo.

The two men faced each other on the streets of mid-summer after 20 years, but after a while, Guo Heng's undulating chest gradually subsided.

"But if we don't see the body one day, we can't give up one day," Luo Wenzhou said. "The child who was alive or dead in the past was so pitiful that we couldn't let Guo Fei's incident happen again. But now there is no other clue. I can only ask for your help. Is it necessary to wait for this **** to finish seven cases and leave traces?

Guo Heng's expression changed slightly.

The girl in the photo tilted her head and smiled at him, revealing a slightly crooked tiger tooth. I don't know if it is a coincidence or something. If you look closely, Qu Tong and Guo Fei at that time have a similar profile.

Luo Wenzhou calmly said, "I'll just ask a few questions and leave after asking. Never disturb."

Guo Heng glanced at him, pursed his lips for a moment and turned into the newsstand. Luo Wenzhou quickly followed up: "Did you mention it to others about the bell in the pencil box?"

"I mentioned it," Guo Hengfang was too excited, and his voice was still hoarse. "I told the police who handled the case that after you gave up, the relatives and friends who helped me continue to track down also knew some details."

Luo Wenzhou: "Can you give me a list?"

Guo Heng glanced at him. Just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was going to have another attack, the man just leaned on a chair and wiped his face with a weary hand: "Fei Fei's class teacher, a relative who worked at the telephone office at that time ... 唔Maybe some of the cleaners near the garbage station that made the phone call knew it. It was too confusing. I repeated it many times with many people. I can't remember it. "

"Then let's hold on to the line and say," Luo Wenzhou found a slap notebook and sat down on the only high stool. "Where did you start the investigation and how did you find Wu Guangchuan?"

Guo Heng's eyes passed over him and landed on a small mirror hanging on the door of the newsstand. The mirror reflected the man's old face and gray hair, which made him suddenly realize the passing of time. He glanced at Luo Wenzhou-if the little girl was still alive, she might be a few years older than this young man.

"The police investigation hasn't progressed very much. I was anxious and couldn't help checking it myself. I ran that garbage disposal station a few times-the place where the killer called. When the garbage was often not handled in time, it was smelly and there were no residents nearby. If you do n’t have public transportation, you have to drive if you want to go, and if you come from the county seat, there will be a toll station. At that time, there were not so many cars on the street. Which cars passed by? The police checked them. So I thought at the time whether my daughter was kidnapped from outside? Because there is a national road from the urban area to Lianhua Mountain, in order to avoid the mountain, I have to make a half-circle and pass through the neighborhood. Although there is no road, but There's a big slope. I've seen it myself. I can't get off the car, but normal adults can come down from it. "

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean that the person who kidnapped Guo Fei left the Lianhua Mountain with his children. For some reason, he stopped on the national road, climbed a half-mountain mountain, and ran there with his kidnapped child. The call was made near the dump—why did he do that? "

Guo Heng smiled with a mockery: "I thought this and the police handling the case at the time, they asked why the tone is exactly the same as you."

"No," Luo Wenzhou sorted out his thoughts. "According to your inference, the kidnapper is a foreigner-Wu Guangchuan is indeed a foreigner, and according to investigations, he has not stayed in Lianhua Mountain very much. Then how did he become familiar with the local area? A garbage station where no one goes? He was kidnapped by a teenager and a half-year-old child, not a baby weighing a few pounds. He abandoned the car halfway on the national road, and took such a large child to climb a mountain to an unfamiliar one. It was too risky for a crime to be committed against her. How would he know that there were no scavengers and garbage station workers passing by? It was illogical. "

Guo Heng: "Did your logic catch the criminal?"

Luo Wenzhou was speechless.

"The police also told me that it was impossible. They also set up a task force. I think the task force must be smarter than me and let people check it. I'll wait. The result is ... hey! I have no choice but to go back. This 'impossible' mentality was traced down. I went to the Feifei school and asked the guesthouse and hotel one by one, and their teacher helped me a lot-that teacher was hired after retirement and was very old. , People are gone, they will never be what you are looking for. "

Luo Wenzhou: "During this process, you found Wu Guangchuan, who was enrolling in Lianhua Mountain at the time. I heard that he was in hospital at the time. Why do you suspect him?"

"The splendid fortune is thick, and the admissions teachers drove several cars over. They came together to finish the business. Some of them went ahead because of something at home, some went to the karst cave on the side of Lianhua Mountain, and had some delays. After leaving, I went in several batches. I found the cheapest guest house near Jinxiu and followed them one by one. "Guo Heng said," In the beginning, I did not doubt Wu Guangchuan, but when I was walking around, I saw a child. Follow him sneakily. "

Luo Wenzhou sat upright.

"A little boy in a beautiful school uniform said that there was a female classmate in the class who was absent from school for no reason. He was the monitor. The class teacher asked him to learn about the situation and the girl did not return home. He clearly saw the girl and went to school after school. I have been to this teacher Wu, but when I went to ask that teacher, the other party did not admit it. "

"I don't think it's right at all, can you understand? If you have such a big daughter and say no, you will be sensitive to everything."

"You told this to a police officer transferred to the city bureau."

"Language Yang, who worked in the Lianhuashan Public Security Bureau, I knew him alone," Guo Heng said, "but he didn't believe me."

Luo Wenzhou did not justify his master, but just asked, "What then?"

"I can only trace it myself. The splendid boy also helped me a lot. Once the boy suddenly called me on the pager. I rushed to see and just saw Wu Guangchuan pulling a girl. The girl was struggling. He was dragged away ... ”After many years, Guo Heng talked about what happened then, his fist still clenched, and after a while, he talked down hard,“ I let the airy child go first, myself I came to Wu Guangchuan's house and saw the **** pulling the little girl home and doing a lot of ... disgusting actions in front of my house. I ... "

The file of the case recorded that Guo Heng pretended to be an electricity collector, knocked on Wu Guangchuan's door, and then moved his knife.

Luo Wenzhou: "What's that boy's name?"

"Last name Xu," Guo Heng thought for a while, "seems to be ... Xu Wenchao."

Luo Wenzhou said goodbye to Guo Heng. Before the car drove out, he hurriedly sent a letter to Tao Ran, asking him to summon Su Xiaolan and Xu Wenchao who were in the second year of Jinxiu Middle School, and drove all the way back to the city.

On the same day, Fei Du just happened to be out of town.

"Have Mr. Fei made an appointment yesterday?" The receptionist secretly looked at the seductive guest while looking at the records.

This sanatorium is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and has an art-like garden. Although it is a medical institution, the reception hall will definitely not smell a little of the hospital's medicine and the patient's stench. Next to it, there are soothing sea tide sounds and piano music.

At first glance, it looks like a beach resort.

"Room 407 in the critically ill area, please. The staff will take you in."

Fei Duo nodded her head, picked a dewy perfume lily from the bouquet he brought with him, and took the vase at the reception desk: "Thank you, I think this flower is a good match for you."

After that, he took a girl with a flushed cheek and walked inside.

People living in the critically ill area are basically people who have lost their ability to move. There is a unique solitude. The medical staff walking around is full of rushes. The thick shade of trees is everywhere. Fei Du took the visiting sign and came to No. 407 On the ward, a doctor waited there early and greeted him familiarly: "Fei, I guess you have to come today."

"It just happens to be free these days," Fei Du put the flowers by the man's bed, "how?"

"It's generally smooth," said the doctor. "But it's been three years, and it's not likely to wake up, and family members need to be mentally prepared."

Fei Du answered with no expression, tilted his head and looked at the man in the hospital bed, and answered politely, "I know, you have to work hard."

The doctor caught his gaze and was shocked for no reason. For a moment, he felt that the young man's indifferent gaze was not like looking at his father, or even like a living person-he seemed to be looking at a little. The perfect decoration, with some indifferent permission.

The doctor had already made up for the full set of "Big Heroes" and "Using the Power". He did not dare to talk more, greeted Fei Du, and hurried away.

Fei Dubin politely watched the doctor leave, folded his hands, turned around the man's bed, and the middle-aged man lying on the bed unknowingly, was dazzled by a lot of medical equipment Surrounded, I can see that I have been taken good care of, and my hair is not white. Looking closely, his features are very similar to Fei Du, but his temperament is completely different. Even if he lay there motionlessly, it gave a sharp gloom. It feels like cold marble.

At the end, Fei Du stopped at the corner, there was a small calendar, probably because the nurse was negligent, and the date was a few days ago.

He turned the calendar to the correct date-the last day of July was his birthday, and the two people who gave birth to him, one lying in the nursing home and one lying underground.

Fei Du turned over and looked at the man for a moment with unspeakable eyes, and suddenly reached out to the man's oxygen tube.

In the quiet room, the medical equipment roared regularly.

The young man who had just given flowers to the girl had no temperature on his face.