Eighteen years ago.
At that time, Nancheng was full of construction sites for expansion, and next to the Wushan Nursing Home were some old dwellings.
The sky was pale yellow, and the early morning air was mixed with a faint smell of sulfuric acid, which was a bit choking.
It was a seemingly ordinary evening, and the air was still sultry and hot. Many elderly people didn't know what happened recently, but found that there were suddenly more people coming in and out, and there were often some strange sounds outside.
When it was finally time to close the net, several police cars were parked outside the front and rear doors of the nursing home. Angry citizens had just attacked the gatehouse of the nursing home, many windows were shattered, and the ground was covered with glass debris.
The criminal police captain Song Cheng walked through the yard with a group of people and hurried in. Just last night, they had the decisive evidence that Xia Wei killed the old people. The police began to investigate, but the suspects Ren Xia is unknown but has been missing.
Song Cheng couldn't help raising his voice and asked, "Where's Xia Weiwei? Did you find it? Has anyone seen her?" Today, Wu Qing is still lying in the hospital, and his life and death are still uncertain. He desperately needs this victory to boost his morale.
"Doctor Xia, yesterday was the night shift." A little nurse said timidly, although several inquiries had been made in advance, people also knew what might have happened in this nursing home, and what Xia Wei might have done, but they still It is customary to call Xia unknown as Doctor Xia.
"Last night, I seemed to see Dr. Xia downstairs..." an old man said.
Song Cheng's brows twitched, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Yesterday, although they hadn't started the official arrest, they put a dark whistle at the door to ensure that no one entered or left this nursing home, but now, why is this happening
"Intensify the search!" Song Cheng sternly ordered his subordinates, "If you want to publish a wanted report, you will see people in life, and corpses in death. Who is there? Who saw her in the end?"
A teenager in the crowd stood up. It was just a boy in his teens. He had short hair, dark skin and a scar on the corner of his eyebrows. He opened his mouth and said, "I saw a man pulling Dr. Xia downstairs, and they went over the wall from behind together..."
The policeman in charge subconsciously denied it: "Impossible, a fly couldn't get out here last night!"
The high wall behind the nursing home is more than three meters high, and it is covered with glass slag and barbed wire. How can two people help each other to climb over it? Even if it can climb over the wall, the police on duty behind it cannot be completely unaware.
The entire nursing home was searched upside down. They checked every room and every corner, thinking that nothing was missed. Who would have thought that last night was the last time Xia Weiwei appeared in people's field of vision.
The police, who had been searching hard to no avail, could only trust the testimony of witnesses, and they drew a portrait of the man according to the description of the eyewitnesses.
However, in the descriptions of several children, the man's appearance was inconsistent, and the elderly also said that they had never seen that person.
Xia Weiwei seemed to have evaporated from the world, never appeared in front of people again, and the man disappeared.
After the Wushan Nursing Home case was made public in the media, it caused a sensation. Some people went to the entrance of the Municipal Bureau to pull a banner, asking them to severely punish the murderer and bring the murderer to justice. Song Cheng was devastated by this incident, and the telephone poles in the streets and alleys were covered with photos of Xia Zhizhi.
At that time, they didn't know that, just when they were looking for Xia Weiwei, this woman was already dead, and her body lay quietly in the sewer of the Wushan Nursing Home, disintegrating little by little, rotting, until it became into bones...
Eighteen years later.
It is now more than eight o'clock in the evening, the sun has already set, and the cemetery is about to close, so there are not many people in the cemetery.
As night fell, the street lamps in the cemetery lit up one by one, stretching forward like stars in the sky. And what about those who died? Have you also gone to heaven
Before the cemetery closed, a middle-aged man in his forties walked up to a tombstone and put down a bouquet of white lilies. The tombstone was some years old and had some mottled moss growing on it. No names were written on the tombstones, and no photos were posted.
It turned out that it had been eighteen years, and when the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he remembered that the woman's memorial day was coming.
The man looked down at the tombstone, the tomb was empty, the tombstone was erected here, the woman was his bosom friend, his lover, his enemy...
The man stood in front of the tombstone for a while, then he turned, perhaps standing for a long time, his knees sore, and he nearly fell as he was about to leave.
Someone suddenly supported him.
It was a thin girl with small eyebrows, eyes and nose, and her hands were small and warm.
The man said, "Thank you."
"It doesn't matter, it should be..." The people who came to the cemetery at this time were undoubtedly all to mourn their relatives and friends. She was not deep in the world and naturally gave her sympathy to the middle-aged man.
His expression was a little sad, should it be his dead wife
The girl thought and brushed her hair with her hand, "I couldn't see with my eyes before, and I have been helped by many people, so now, it is also necessary to help others more."
After the girl finished speaking, she walked to a newly erected tombstone and placed a bunch of pink flowers under the tombstone. At the beginning of this cemetery, the tombstones were sparsely erected. Later, as more and more people died, they were repaired and some places were added, so the two old and new tombs were connected together.
The middle-aged man's eyes turned to the tombstone. The photo on it was of a young man with his name, Chen Yanqiu, engraved next to it.
The man asked: "This is your..."
"It's my brother." The girl bowed respectfully to the tombstone.
She just took back her brother's belongings and quit her job. She chose to go to an educational institution and became a piano teacher. It turned out that as the policeman said, life is not so scary. Day by day, you can face it hard. .
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "My condolences."
The girl said, "You too."
On this ordinary night, two strangers met in the cemetery.
Sometimes the city looks very big, and sometimes it looks very small.
The man stood firm, got up and walked outside the cemetery. After passing by the girl, his footsteps gradually became firmer.
"I saw a beast coming from the sea, with ten horns and seven heads, and on the ten horns were ten crowns, and on the seven heads was a blasphemous name."
The man gradually walked away. Now, the giant beast has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and it is difficult to find its traces on the sea.
In the hazy, Lu Siyu felt as if he was walking forward, every road was changing all the time, and there was no end. He was very tired and tired, but his legs didn't seem to be his own, and he couldn't stop at all.
There were many people around with different expressions, and he couldn't recognize who they were. But he can distinguish those eyes, indifferent, hesitant, disgusted, afraid, fearful. As if he really was a lunatic, perverted, neurotic.
Then he heard Wu Qing's voice: "You are not in the profession of forensic medicine, forensic medicine is a profession that touches corpses. You are paralyzing yourself with those corpses. You are very smart, and your thinking can be different from ordinary people. I think you should Learn to communicate with living people. You can try to be a detective."
Lu Siyu said, "But I'm applying for the forensics major."
"Are you considering a graduate student in investigation? I haven't taken a graduate student personally for a long time. I saw your grades, and there should be no problem with applying for my major. From forensic work, you can't get more clues, and you can't Find out who was behind the murder of your parents."
Then Wu Qing raised his head and said to him, "Ji Siyu, I remember you." He sat in a wheelchair with a steady gaze, "You are the child who was found at the murder scene back then, and the only survivor of the 519 case..."
In an instant, Wu Qing's face changed to Song Wen's.
Lu Siyu suddenly widened his eyes, felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and his body suddenly felt as if it was torn apart.
After being dazed for a few seconds, Lu Siyu realized that it was a dream, there were real and fake dreams, and everything was filled with bizarre light and shadow.
Lu Siyu touched his forehead, sweat was on his cheeks, and his head still hurt a little. It was still dark outside. Due to Li Luanfang's visit before, Song Wen moved out the quilt and pillow, and didn't sleep here today. room.
Lu Siyu got up from the bed and checked the time. It was five o'clock. He poured himself a glass of warm water. When he passed the bathroom, he glanced at the mirror inside. The people in the mirror were not as peaceful as they used to be. The indifferent eyes made him unfamiliar, it was the face of a murderer.
Then he heard his cell phone ring. Who would send a message at five in the morning
The other party's name is Beitianji.
The north celestial pole, the point where the earth's axis and the celestial sphere meet in the north, which is the virtual center of rotation of the northern hemisphere.
For thousands of years, people on Earth have relied on its starlight to navigate.
Lu Siyu clicked pass, and the other party's status was online. He quickly opened the positioning software and could see that the other party was also in Nancheng, but the exact location could not be detected.
As if he knew what Lu Siyu was doing, a line appeared on the screen: "You can't find me."
Lu Siyu narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, then typed three words and asked, "Who are you?"
The other party quickly replied: "I'm Mr. Wu's informant. I'm thinking of saying hi to you. In the future, everyone will meet."
Then, the other party's avatar showed offline and turned into a dark gray. The message just sent quickly disappeared, and the dialog box became blank, as if everything was just an extension of that dream.
At this time, Song Wen's room suddenly turned on the light, the light came out from the crack of the door, and the sound of him answering the phone came from the door. Lu Siyu walked to Song Wen's door with a glass of water in his hand. Through the half-open door, he watched Song Wen sit cross-legged on the bed and answer the phone.
It was five o'clock in the morning, darkness enveloped the earth, the whole city was very quiet, and most of the people were still sleeping.
"What happened?" Lu Siyu asked softly while Song Wen put down his phone.
Song Wen snorted, "Did I wake you up?" Then he said, "A female corpse was found in the east of Nancheng, and the police need to be called."