Guanmei hung up the phone and ran to the criminal investigation class immediately, and Zhou Zhen quickly followed. In the Criminal Investigation Division's office, the fax machine rang, and Zhu Yu walked over, took down the file and looked at it, the picture was blurry.
Zhu Yu: "Where did it come from, the picture is too vague, and I can't see it at all." He muttered, Huo Xiaofang stretched out his hand and took a look, and said, "I really can't see it."
Both Zhou Zhen and Guanmei walked in panting, Guanmei: "Teacher Cai passed it back. The person supported in the picture is Tang Huan. Teacher Cai said that the person supporting her was responsible for his disappearance. People." Guanmei finished in one breath.
Zhou Zhen: "Brother Liao said, let us go to the traffic center immediately and check for a gray Jetta with the license plate S4545. He has already rushed to the traffic police team in Xiang City to adjust the video."
Zhu Yu: "That week, you go right away." Huo Xiaofang looked at the person on the screen. He was thin and 175 in height, which was consistent with the features of the figure that the cleaner saw on the track. who are you
The moonlight casts the figure diagonally on the tombstone, and under the faint light, the standing person is almost the same as the reflected shadow. The picture book in his hand was ignited by a twine of flames. The wind hit it and the picture book ignited. When the hand loosened the picture book, it quickly burned into ashes, and the black paper ashes scattered around the wind.
"One or two, I regret everything I promised. The most hateful thing in this world is betrayal. If you say it, you must do it. If you can't do it, I will help." The voice sounded in the dark and cold night, and it sounded exciting Goose bumps.
The original faint figure of the person was changed to sit in front of the tomb. A picture emerged in my mind. "Baoguai, mom takes my dad back. We must be reunited in three." The woman's appearance was blurred, but her voice was very clear. The boy, watching the woman's feet get farther and farther away from his sight, until they disappeared.
There was a thin figure in his mind, always sitting at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for the woman's feet to come back. One day, a pair of women's feet in beautiful shoes and a pair of men's feet appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw two faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar.
A man and a woman with smiles, led him back home, a new home. Within a week, there was a smile on his face. There was a smile on the face of the person sitting in front of the tomb. The picture in his mind changed, and every time he came back, he could always hear the quarrel between the two people. He said loudly, "Stop arguing," and he couldn't stop it by breaking his throat.
What came back to him was a loud slap and a burning pain on his face. Slowly he stopped shouting. He quietly hugged himself and squatted in the corner. Before the war started, he hid in the room, opened a crack in the door, and watched the battle outside the door. Sometimes he thinks, it's better to have a hundred. It's a pity that what I thought of when I was young never seemed to get what I wanted.
Slowly, what he saw was no longer noisy and torn, but women's tears. At first he wanted to go up to comfort him, but he was timid when he saw the look in her eyes that hated him.
Day by day, he found that his palms were getting bigger and bigger, and women's wrinkles were getting more and more. Sometimes men went home once a week, sometimes every four or five weeks. I spent more and more time in school, and went straight into the room and closed the door when I went home. He felt that as long as he closed the door, he couldn't see everything outside the door.
And he really couldn't see it anymore, waking up one morning. The men and women in the living room were as quiet as obedient puppets, and they never quarreled since that day.
(End of this chapter)