"What's the matter?" Gu Chen asked.
I said, "Let Sister Mary check Jiang Xiaochun's information. I will send some basic information about her in a while, focusing on Sister Mary to check her interpersonal relationship, especially the relationship between men and women."
"Okay." Gu Chen said.
Just as I was about to hang up the phone, I heard Gu Chen continue to say: "Guan Zengbin has some clues now. Judging from the current situation, I speculate that after Guan Zengbin was taken away from Xingdong Village, he once stayed in a hotel." Yes. But when I got to the hotel, the clues were cut off. When I asked the boss for information, the boss said that he did see a person wearing a mask."
When the news about Guan Zengbin was mentioned, I felt a sense of sourness in my heart. It has been almost a month since Guan Zengbin disappeared. And during this month, Wu Zui seemed to have disappeared, and we couldn't find the slightest clue. I don't know what he wants to do, why he took Guan Zengbin away.
But judging from the situation, Guan Zengbin should not be in danger at the moment, otherwise Wu Zui would not have spent a lot of effort to get Guan Zengbin away. And does this have something to do with Guan Zengbin's identity
I was silent, the several huge mysteries lingering in my heart, if I don't find Wu Zui's gang, there is no way to answer them. For example, what exactly did my parents do, and what kind of contact did they have with Ling San twenty years ago. For example, whether Wu Zui's plan has anything to do with him and Zhao Mingkun's co-adoptive father, Shi Huacheng.
And I also understand that this matter cannot be rushed. More than twenty years have passed, and I am not in a hurry anymore.
Sighing, I said to Gu Chen: "I am also looking for a way here, maybe Zhao Mingkun is not bad, we may..."
"Wu Meng." Gu Chen said at this time: "I don't know what you are doing, but I always remember what you told me in the cave in Xingdong Village, you let me trust you, I trust you .No matter what you do, you must first think about your own identity."
With warmth in my heart, I said, "I also trust you, and I will leave the matter of Guan Zengbin to you. If there is danger, don't go alone. There is no movement for such a long time, which means that Guan Zengbin is safe. You Gotta get that. Got it?"
"Okay!" Gu Chen said: "The address will be sent to you immediately, we will be able to rescue Guan Zengbin."
"That's right." I said emphatically.
Zhao Mingkun shrugged and said, "Why are you speaking for me?"
"I don't know." I smiled bitterly: "You know, I really don't have many friends around me."
When Zhao Mingkun wanted to say something, he heard a "ding dong" from my mobile phone.
"The address is coming." I said, "Go and see this Deng Xuemei. Thinking about it from various angles, I think Deng Xuemei is the murderer, isn't she? Whether it's motive, time, or method of killing, Deng Xuemei is very consistent. Now, I can only visit to see, but according to my estimation, Deng Xuemei should not be at home."
After a simple meal, Zhao Mingkun took me to Deng Xuemei's house.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at Deng Xuemei's home. When we stand outside this home, we can clearly see that it is a bit too far-fetched to say that this is a house. If I had to describe it, it was just a shed built with stones and planks near a garbage dump.
From the outside, cracks can be seen everywhere. The smell of garbage wafted from not far away, making people have to cover their mouths and noses. The shed is about 20 square meters and has no windows. I looked around and found that the structure of the house was not very strong, and most of the joints were nailed with wooden boards.
The door is an iron door, and it is already covered with mottled rust. When you walk forward, you can smell a strong smell of rust. I looked at the lock and it was completely rusted. Even if there is a key, I am afraid that the lock cannot be unscrewed. I touched the lock lightly, and the lock vibrated before I realized that the door was a little loose.
"Stand back." I said to Zhao Mingkun.
Zhao Mingkun nodded.
I kicked on the door, the iron door made a loud noise, shook a few times but was not kicked open by me. Just as I was about to kick the second kick, I saw that Zhao Mingkun had already kicked it up. Another loud sound came out, and at this time, Zhao Mingkun had already kicked the door open.
As soon as we took a few steps inside, we smelled a huge musty smell. This shed has no windows, so sunlight cannot come in. No wonder it is so stuffy inside that people cannot go in for a while. After waiting for a while for the air to pass through, Zhao Mingkun and I walked in.
This twenty-square-meter room seemed to be full of things, and it was very crowded. As soon as you walk in the door, you can see a coal stove leaning against the side of the wall, and a chimney protruding from the top of the shed. On this wall, people have covered the wall with posters, but most of the posters have turned black due to the pollution from the coal stove all the year round.
On the side of the coal stove, there is a pile of coal briquettes, probably dozens of them. Beside the coal stove is a pile of coals, also piled in the corner. There is still a pot on top of the coal stove, but it is already full of cobwebs. It seems that this stove is used for both cooking and heating.
Looking into the depths of the door, there are two beds on both sides of the room, and the bedding on them is still there. The quilts and bedding on the two beds were already pitch black, and when I flicked them lightly with my hands, a wave of cockroaches came out, which made me and Zhao Mingkun feel a little uncomfortable. At the same time, a strong musty smell emanated, and those who were on the top dared not breathe.
Judging from the color of the bed sheets, one can tell that one should be Deng Xuemei's father's bed, and the other should be Deng Xuemei's bed. In the middle of the two beds, there is a small table with cups and other things on it. Against the wall is a small bookcase with some high school books in it. The glass of the bookcase has been shattered, and the books inside are also covered with cobwebs.
Under the bed, you can see that it is full of sundries, and there are some rotten things that don't know what they are.
Some sundries are piled up beside the bed, such as urinals, kettles, washbasins and the like.
And we can all see that it is too difficult for the father and daughter to live in such an environment.
Zhao Mingkun wiped away his tears and said: "If one day I am really going to die, I will donate all the money I have earned over the years. If Deng Xuemei's family conditions are better, maybe everything will be a different story. Then Lu Zhiqiu doesn’t need to support her, and she doesn’t need to come back for revenge.”
I shook my head and said, "Before everything is clear, it's better not to say such things."
I understand Zhao Mingkun's mood, life experience has always been a heartache in Zhao Mingkun's heart, just like me. If Zhao Mingkun had a normal childhood, if Zhao Mingkun was adopted by ordinary people, then Zhao Mingkun would not go this way.
But the most feared thing in the world is the word "if". People always expect to add all kinds of beautiful fantasies after "if". But people never thought that if there could be more tragic things behind. If I was born without a right foot, if I suddenly got cancer.
Sometimes we always think that we are living the most miserable life imaginable, but life has never been said to be "the most". It will tell you with reality that there is no most miserable life, only more miserable.
It is so tragic that like Deng Xuemei's father and daughter, if the father has cancer and the mother disappears without a trace, perhaps Deng Xuemei has a better understanding of death than ordinary people. I have a guess in my mind, if Deng Xuemei's father passed away a few years ago, then Deng Xuemei probably has nothing to worry about without a relative, and naturally she has nothing to fear, and killing someone is not a big deal .
I continued to look at the room, but the room hadn't been opened and closed for a long time, and without sunlight, it was extremely cold inside, which made people shudder. I said: "It can be seen that no one has lived in this house for a long time. However, according to the information, their family was originally considered a well-off family. It seems that after spending all their savings, the father and daughter had no choice. lived here."
Zhao Mingkun nodded, and said: "But this shows that Deng Xuemei will not come back. I think it's better to go to the company where she resigned, and maybe I can get more detailed clues."
"Well, it looks like this." I said to Zhao Mingkun.
The dilapidated house and the father and daughter who depend on each other can always make people cry.
"Let's go." Against the musty smell, I said, "This place has been abandoned for too long, so there should be nothing to see. I saw the text message Gu Chen sent me, saying that she I used to work in Gangtai Pharmaceutical, the company is quite big, and I resigned a few months ago, so I should be able to find clues."
As soon as we walked out the door, we saw two old men in their fifties walking over. When the two of them saw us in the room, they were a little hesitant, as if they had something to say to us, but it was difficult to open their mouths.
I took out my ID and said, "We're here to understand the situation, don't worry, we're leaving now."
The man scratched his head, looked at my certificate, and said for a while: "I don't understand this either, the two of us just heard two bangs and thought something happened, so we came here to take a look. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving."
"You live here?" The two walked a few steps, and I said.
The two turned their heads and nodded at the same time.
I pointed to the house behind me, turned around and said, "Who lives in this house, do you know?"
"I know." An old man said: "The house we built with our own hands, how can we not know. So it was old Dengtou and his daughter who lived there. But old Dengtou died a few years ago, and his daughter did not come back. No one has lived in this house for a long time, are you here looking for someone?"
"It's not looking for someone." I said, "Come to find out about the situation. Do you know old Dengtou?"
"I know, of course I do." An old man said, "We took care of him a lot in those years."
I frowned and said, "What's the situation, tell me?"
Another old man said: "Old Zhang, let's go to your house to talk, what kind of talk is it like standing here."
"Look at Lao Li, come to my house, and I'll explain it to you in detail."
The old man bowed to us apologetically and said.