I ignored Boss Tang's concern, closed the door of my room, and sat on the bed, the envelope in my hand was still graffitied with those familiar eyes.
After a long silence, I skillfully opened the letter, and there were still three photos inside.
The first picture: a little boy about 5 or 6 years old with blush on his face and a red dot in the middle of his forehead, wearing a white school uniform, is sitting grimacing, there are many parents and children behind him, a road in the distance The banner reads 6.1 Happy Children's Day.
The second picture: The little boy's limbs were twisted and stuffed into a very small space, his bent thighs pressed tightly against his little head, his face was snow-white, and there were frost spots on his hair and eyebrows.
The third picture: The little boy is standing alone on the street. The clothes on his body are like armor. They don't fit close to the body, but bulge up instead. It looks very weird. His body was surrounded by white mist, and his hair and eyebrows turned white.
My hand trembled violently, and the photo immediately fell down. I have seen many such photos, and I have seen no matter how weird the photos are, although I was afraid, it would not come from the bottom of my heart like now of fear.
Because the background in the third photo is too familiar to me, it is at the entrance of this hotel.
Are you coming to kill me
I can't blame me for thinking about it. I can't describe the fear in words when I see the place where I am staying in the photo.
But I quickly put the photo in the envelope, stepped out of the room, and came to the front desk.
"Boss Tang, is there a 5- or 6-year-old boy near you?"
Hearing my words, Boss Tang, who was watching TV, was taken aback. Seeing that it was me, he stepped back slightly, and then thought carefully and said, "Little boy, the hardware store next door is just a little boy, why? Oh, that kid is making trouble again?"
I shook my head and walked out quickly. I know the hardware store next door. It is open during the day and closes early at night to go home, and the night market sellers will set up stalls outside the door, almost every morning. The hardware store owner could be heard cursing.
When I walked out of the hotel, the door of the hardware store was open, and a man with a thick face was sitting at the door of the store, smoking a cigarette, rubbing his toes with his hands indecently, and enjoying the expression on his face.
A middle-aged woman was moving things in the store, and she cursed a few words from time to time, to the effect that the man would not help.
Seeing the boss who was big and rough, I hesitated for a moment, but I went up bravely: "Boss, do you have a son who is 5 or 6 years old?"
The boss nodded meaningfully, then looked at me strangely, and said rudely, "Who are you?"
I didn't answer the boss's words, and hurriedly asked, "Where is that child now?"
The boss stood up at once. He was not tall, but his very strong figure made me take two steps back.
At this time, the middle-aged woman saw the situation, hurriedly put down her things and came out, grabbed her husband, and replied: "The child went to his uncle's house to play, you..."
The boss interrupted: "What can I tell you, boy, just say it directly, what do you want to do?"
I didn't want to go on, but the cute face of that little boy swayed in my heart, which made me hesitate and said: "Go and find your son, he, something may have happened to him." After finishing speaking, I didn't care In response to the boss, he hurried back to the hotel.
"Damn, you're looking for death." The boss cursed unrelentingly, and then came the woman's comforting voice.
I went straight back to my room and wiped the sweat off my forehead. There was nothing I could do. I guess I would be very angry if someone said that to me.
As night fell, I put away the envelope and listened to the noise of the night market outside. Sure enough, places with many people are always more courageous, even if they are exposed to such weird things.
I also read the news today, and there was no news of the little boy being killed. I guess the owner of the hardware store didn't listen to me and went to the so-called uncle or looked for it, but he couldn't find it.
But all of this has nothing to do with me. When I received the photo, I knew that the little boy's fate was doomed.
"Boom, boom, boom" came several knocks on the door, and I looked at the clock on the wall, it was already one o'clock at night.
Is there anyone looking for me so late? Although it is strange, I am not afraid. Outside the open window, there are several young people who are constantly fighting for wine.
"Who is it?"
"Xiao Wu, it's me." Boss Tang's voice came from outside the door. Although it was strange why Boss Tang came to me so late, he still got out of bed and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, several policemen rushed in quickly, shouting "Don't move."
Before I had time to react, I felt a pain in my arm, and someone twisted my hand behind me and pressed it firmly against the wall.
I turned my head against the wall with difficulty, only to see several police officers searching the room non-stop.
And Boss Tang was standing aside, looking at me with a look of fear and shaking his head.
"What are you doing?" Because my face was pressed tightly against the wall, my voice was a little distorted, but no one answered me. A policeman picked up the white envelope, took out the photo and looked at it carefully, and then casually Throwing it away, he nodded to the other policemen.
I was finally let go, moved the neck that was held down by Juli, and obediently sat on the side of the bed as requested by the vigilant policeman.
A young policeman took out his ID from his clothes, flashed it in front of my eyes, and said, "I am from the criminal police team of the Public Security Bureau, and my name is Wu Jian. I need your assistance in investigating something."
I rubbed my hand that was still hurting. I didn't see the ID that Wu Jian took out just now, but I didn't doubt the identity of the other party. In this era, the only ones who dare to break into other people's rooms to search like this are not only those who arrest rape, Only the police are left.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Wu Jian took an ID card from another policeman and looked at it carefully.
He smiled and said, "Wu Rui, hehe, it was a family five hundred years ago. By the way, you live here, why are you staying in a hotel?"
I didn't know what happened at all, and I was thinking why the police came to find me, when I heard Wu Jian's questioning, I replied casually: "Come here to do something, it's more convenient to stay in a hotel."
Wu Jian smiled again and said, "It takes only 30 minutes to get to your house by bus." After speaking, he gave me a meaningful look.
Uh, yes, I couldn't help but secretly regret that I was quick-spoken, and didn't know how to answer for a while.
Wu Jian didn't seem to care about my answering this question, and said to himself: "Why did you suddenly think of running to Niu Xuanming next door today?"
"Niu Xuanming?" I was taken aback for a moment, then thought, probably the owner of the hardware store next door.
Sure enough, Wu Jian went on to say: "Tell him to find his own child, and say something happened to his child?"