I really didn't expect that Zhang Zuocheng, who we had been looking for for so long, died half a year ago. In other words, the so-called transfer of Zhang Zuocheng must be a trick of Zhang Zijun and Hao Limin, but why did they do it.
When a person dies, within a certain period of time, the account needs to be canceled, and this means that the person is really dead. This time can be extended, but it has not been extended for such a long time. Now that Zhang Zuocheng has been dead for half a year, it is obvious that Zhang Zijun and Hao Limin deliberately concealed this.
Otherwise, Zhang Zuocheng's death must have been recorded in the archives. And this means that no one came to cancel the account, and few people even knew that Zhang Zuocheng was dead. There is a reason for deliberately covering up the news of a person's death.
I looked at Gu Chen and asked: "Zhang Zuocheng died half a year ago, but from Zhang Zijun's description, it is not obvious that Zhang Zuocheng is dead. There must be something tricky in it. Chen Bo just told you about Zhang Zuocheng What is the reason for his death?"
Gu Chen nodded, and said, "Uncle Chen briefly mentioned it. Anyway, it wasn't a homicide. If it was a homicide, I think Zhang Zuocheng's parents will definitely call the police, and then there will be detailed records. Uncle Chen is going to investigate Hao Limin. At that time, I learned about Zhang Zuocheng's death. However, since Zhang Zuocheng's death, the two have moved, and now Uncle Chen has not found out where Hao Limin lives."
So now it can be proved that the divorce of the two people was not because of the breakdown of the relationship, let alone because the child was transferred to another school after the breakdown of the relationship. Zhang Zijun deliberately reversed the cause and effect, so it is certain that Zhang Zijun is the murderer.
I said, "Did Uncle Chen tell you the location on the phone?"
Gu Chen nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Chen found a neighbor who knew the situation back then, so we can go and have a look."
As he said that, Gu Chen looked at his watch, and then said: "It's still a while before dark, we have time to investigate that matter before going to spy on that Zhang Zijun."
I snapped my fingers: "Has someone watched Zhang Zijun already?"
Sister Mary nodded and said, "Yes, it was already arranged when we separated from Uncle Chen."
"Walk."
An eight-year-old child died half a year ago, and the matter of death was suppressed without any information. Zhang Zuocheng must have died very strangely, what happened in it. And when I asked the insiders with this question, their answers were rather vague.
And sitting in front of me at the moment is a 50-year-old aunt. She kowtowed melon seeds while telling us what happened that year. During the conversation, her brows rolled and her eyes moved, vividly. And there were a dozen aunts in their forties and fifties sitting around, and they added while nodding.
An aunt spat sideways, and then told us what happened back then.
The reason why these aunts know Zhang Zuocheng is because these aunts have been sitting around under the telephone poles and playing poker for so many years, rain or shine, since four or five years ago. Grow up and become a primary school student.
And this Zhang Zuocheng is no exception, every day when he comes home from school, he will pass by these old ladies playing cards.
One day half a year ago, it was an unusual day. That day was hotter than usual, the sun was high in the sky, and the card-playing aunts sitting under the telegraph poles were using poker cards to slam the crudely built table into a "slap" sound.
Amidst the crackling sounds, Zhang Zuocheng was carrying a schoolbag that was taller than himself, and holding a yo-yo in two halves, walking silently on the way home.
No one knows what happened to Zhang Zuocheng.
An aunt threw "Dou San" on the table and spit on the ground with her face tilted. When she turned her face, she happened to see Zhang Zuocheng passing by her. She said "tsk tut" and asked Zhang Zuocheng who was passing by, "Hey, the college students are back, your parents came back late today too, right?"
Zhang Zuocheng heard the aunt's words, but he was introverted and didn't know how to answer, so he forced a smile and smiled at the aunts. Then he left in a hurry without saying anything.
The aunt was a little embarrassed, and said to herself: "This child is just afraid of strangers."
The rest of the aunts didn't think too much, they were still playing poker.
At that time, no one would have thought that it was the last time they would talk to Zhang Zuocheng. Zhang Zuocheng's parents are very busy and basically don't have time to go home and cook for Zhang Zuocheng. So they would give Zhang Zuocheng dozens of yuan for meals every day, and let Zhang Zuocheng go to the restaurant to buy some meals for himself.
When Zhang Zuocheng put his schoolbag back home and passed by the electric pole for the second time, the former aunt saw Zhang Zuocheng again, and she said, "I went to eat alone again. In fact, it doesn't matter if you have money."
"Three belts and one." Another aunt said: "It's not good to have money, and eat out every day."
"Okay, okay." Another mouthful of phlegm.
When the aunt spit out her forty-second mouthful of phlegm, she said, "This Zhang Zuocheng came back very late today, and he hasn't come back for such a long time."
"It's true." The other aunt said, "He should have been back by this time."
"Never mind, maybe I went out to play." The last aunt slapped the cards on the table: "Continue."
"That's right." The first aunt stood up, and she wanted to stand up and move around after sitting for several hours.
While moving her body, she turned her head and wanted to spit out the most powerful phlegm. But when she turned her head, she swallowed the mouthful of phlegm into her stomach alive.
Because she saw something that she could never forget in her life.
On the electric pole not far from him, a child was swaying left and right with the breeze. He was wearing black clothes, and under the setting sun, the shadow stretched very long. A skipping rope is wrapped around his neck, and a smiling face is drawn on the handle of the skipping rope.
It was still a wooden telegraph pole, which was much thinner than ordinary telegraph poles. This telegraph pole had begun to tilt to one side due to the long time. For a child, climbing such a wire The rod doesn't seem to be strenuous.
The aunt knocked over the table and staggered a few times to come under the electric pole. The three looked up, and Zhang Zuocheng was motionless. While the aunts were playing poker, Zhang Zuocheng slowly climbed up the telegraph pole by himself. He listened to the sound of a few aunts playing cards, and silently wrapped around the telegraph pole again and again.
Then, Zhang Zuocheng gently put his head in without making the slightest sound.
An aunt said: "Introverted people don't even make a sound when they die."
Zhang Zuocheng died like this.
The aunts notified Zhang Zuocheng's parents. They felt that it was more appropriate to let Zhang Zuocheng's parents handle this matter. It was not appropriate for them to call the police or call someone at will.
Night fell quickly, and under a dead body, the three aunts stood motionless as if they were door gods. There are no street lights on the poles, and the black clothes blend perfectly into the night. People passing by after get off work didn't even know that there was a child's body on the utility pole they passed by.
The three aunts have lived to this age, and it is said that they are indifferent to life and death.
An aunt continued to spit on the ground and said, "Tell me, an eight-year-old child, why can't he think about it so much."
Another aunt said: "Then who knows, you can ask the village chief."
They just stayed quietly like this, and occasionally an aunt would spit by the side.
Finally, Zhang Zuocheng's parents rushed back. At that time, they hadn't bought a car yet, so Zhang Zijun was riding a bicycle with Hao Limin behind him. Zhang Zijun was riding a bicycle very fast. He jingled the whole bicycle. He was anxious to go back to see how his son Zhang Zuocheng was doing.
And at this moment, a hand grabbed his arm. The force was so great that it almost pulled Zhang Zijun off the bicycle.
Looking along this strong arm, it was a middle-aged woman weighing two hundred catties. She spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and then pointed up with her fingers, that was Zhang Zuocheng's body. Zhang Zijun climbed up the pole and carried Zhang Zuocheng's body down.
As far as the aunts know, it ends here.
As for how Zhang Zijun will deal with the corpse later, they don't know.
From the aunt's description, we only heard that there were three aunts playing cards in the story, but there are a dozen or so people sitting in this room now. Naturally, I could tell that the person who spit out a dozen mouthfuls of phlegm while telling the story was the aunt in the story.
I asked, "Why do you all know about this? I heard that there were only three people in the story."
An aunt said: "Hey, where is there an impenetrable wall in this world? Don't you know what you say and what I say. We neighbors all know, what's the matter, what happened back then? I just Knowing that there is a problem, how could an eight-year-old child hang himself like that, what could a child have on his mind."
"Did he kill him?" Another aunt moved closer to me and said, "The murderer is someone else?"
The spitting aunt shook her head and said, "Impossible, no one kills in front of us, and no matter how introverted Zhang Zuocheng is, it is impossible not to struggle and shout, he must have committed suicide."
"Does no one know the reason?" I frowned: "Does no one know why Zhang Zuocheng committed suicide?"
Everyone shook their heads when they heard my question.
No one knows.