Not long after the firmament went out, the sky was covered by a huge cloud.
The sun retreated into the dark clouds, casting a shadow.
She called a taxi, and after reporting her name, she closed her eyes and leaned on the seat to wait.
The location of the Fan Huai incident was located in a commercial area near the edge of the urban area.
After years of development, there are already relatively mature commercial blocks around, and there are several colleges nearby, so the flow of people is relatively stable.
But more than a decade ago, this place was just an emerging economic development zone, and it was not as popular as it is today.
There are still many old-fashioned buildings, which can be seen in the deserted years.
On the back of the bustling street, there are various old buildings in disrepair and interlaced roads.
Qiongcang paid the fare, bought a few white chrysanthemums at a small flower shop on the street, and walked in along the winding alley.
The mobile phone positioning is also ineffective in the face of this complex and detailed terrain. Qiong looks at the irregular fork in the road and can't tell the direction.
The planning of this old town is not very reasonable.
Many houses do not have a house number on the front, or are obviously adjacent houses, because of a corner, the house number has changed significantly.
After walking around the community for half an hour, with the hints of the map, she finally became familiar with several key locations and their routes to each other.
—The camera shop opened by Mrs. Sun’s house, Ma Chenggong’s old house, the place where the man dressed in clothes similar to Fan Huai appeared, and the death scene of the victim reporter.
These positions, strangely, are not in the same orientation.
Qiongcang planned the spatial map of this community in her mind, and various lines of different lengths began to interweave in front of her eyes, and finally stitched together into a floor plan that was more intuitive than map software.
Qiong used the tip of her umbrella to connect several points on the half-empty map and lead to the exit of the main block. She looked at the lines that finally zigzagged and crossed, showing a smile that was not a smile.
Next to her, an elderly lady moved a small bench and sat at the door to bask in the sun. She kept looking at her inexplicably stopping, looking from afar, waving her umbrella, and smiling weirdly. A sympathy for the fool rose in her heart.
Weird.
young.
Seeing that Qiongcang was still going inside, she called out to her, "Little girl, where are you going?"
Only then did Qiong notice her existence, pointed forward, and said, "Front."
"There is a house in front of me who is renovating, and the road is blocked by sand, so I can't pass through here."
The old lady shook her hand and reminded with a strong local accent, "The people who have died before are fierce and desolate, and the road has long been blocked, do you want to go there
To go around from the edge.
That way, go there. "
Qiong Cang glanced in the direction she was pointing, and did not go over immediately, but pointed the tip of the umbrella on the ground, approached and chatted with her: "Grandma, have you lived here for a long time?"
"yes."
The old lady nodded, her reaction was a bit slow, and it took a while to receive her message and replied, "I have been in this old place for decades, where can I move to
Can't move. "
Qiongcang squatted down so that she could look at herself, and asked, "Then you were there when people died here?"
"Yes.
not seen. "
Her lips twitched, and a few groans of unknown meaning came out of her mouth, and she murmured, "I heard that the death was very bad... I didn't watch it... It's too scary."
Most of the people living in this area are old people and children, and the young people have long gone to brighter places.
They may have lived here all their lives and know everything about this alley.
The old lady bent over, picked up the dustpan from the ground, and fiddled with the beans on it with her dry hands.
Glancing at her, he said, "You also come to inquire about this."
"Anyone else?"
Qiong Cang rolled his eyes and realized, "Reporters and police
It's really been getting a lot of attention recently. "
"Not the same, not like them."
The old lady Nunuzui gestured to the white chrysanthemum by Qiong Cang's hand, "I didn't come to ask, I came to send flowers."
Qiong Cang was slightly stunned, and looked down at the white chrysanthemum on his hand.
The faint fragrance floats in the air, and you can smell the fragrance when you get closer.
The families of the victims usually go to the graves to pay their respects, and not many people choose to go back to the place where they were killed to mourn.
The past is too painful, I am afraid that it will touch the scene and hurt.
Most of the people who would come to this kind of place were people who couldn't bear it and felt guilty.
She may not be able to visit the tombstone with confidence, and at the same time return to this place again and again by luck, trying to find the source of the tragedy that started.
Qiong's fingers tightened, and the plastic wrapping paper outside the bouquet was wrinkled and deformed.
She could guess who that person was, and couldn't help but lower her voice and asked, "Does she come here often?"
"What is a scripture..." The old lady said that her dentures almost slipped out, she quickly pushed it with her hand and placed it in a good position before continuing, "I will come here a few times a year, put a bunch of flowers on it, or help clean it up. a bit.
It's messy and dirty over there, and she has to work for a long time every time she comes.
I don't know who she is either. Seeing how sad she is, she must be the girl's family... Alas, but she hasn't been here for a long time.
I haven't seen her this year. "
Qiongcang found that he didn't know Jiang Ling very well either.
I don't know what the thin-looking woman has been doing, trying to take responsibility.
She always faces others with a smile that seems to be able to accommodate everything, and keeps the most harsh and even bloody side to herself.
She left a lot to the sky, but unfortunately at that time, the sky didn't understand. Like many people, she didn't understand what was behind her care and tenderness, so she couldn't do anything for her.
It wasn't until later that she began to be surrounded by more and more violent shame—"the shame of a lucky man against an unfortunate one."
Qiong Cang's throat was dry, and after a long while he said in a low voice, "She won't be able to come in the future."
The old lady sighed in disappointment and shook her head sadly: "You're still so young."
She remembered something and said, "A couple of young people also went in just now, dressed mysteriously, do you know each other?"
Qiongcang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look deep into the alley, pursed the corners of his lips, and then answered vaguely, "It should be.
I gonna go see. "
Qiong Cang held the bouquet in one hand, turned and walked towards the location pointed by the old lady, and after a few turns, he arrived at the crime scene smoothly.
The place where the reporter died is now rarely visited.
It is not far from the main road behind it. At that time, the deceased should have run in from the opposite street to take shelter from the rain, but he encountered misfortune.
After she was killed, the entire path was temporarily closed due to the investigation, and the nearby residents also relocated one after another because they could not overcome their psychological barriers.
This road is so completely deserted.
Because no one has cleaned it up, the mottled high walls on the left and right are covered with green moss, and there is a sinister smell of sewage in the air.
The surface is full of potholes, and residents have thrown abandoned furniture here, and they cannot be cleaned up, leaving a few moldy wooden boards.
Qiong Cang stood in the small pavilion, or it should be called the canopy more appropriately. She stood in front of the steps, unable to restore the appearance of this dilapidated building more than ten years ago.
After so long, it is unlikely that there will be any clues left at the scene.
She gently placed the flower on the ground, looked around, found the footprints of pedestrians on the ground, and followed the direction of the footprints.
Qionggong didn't go fast, silently sorting out his thoughts.
She was not in a hurry, if Fan Huai wanted to see her, she would definitely wait for her in front.
She made a rhythmic tap on the ground with her umbrella, and when she passed a corner, she saw a pair of black shoes without any accident.
Qiong Cang's gaze lifted up inch by inch, and finally settled on Fan Huai's face wearing a mask.
The last time we met, Qiongcang didn't have a chance to take a good look at it, but this time I had a chance to see it clearly.
Fan Huai's hair was longer than when he disappeared, slightly blocking his eyes.
The body shape has also lost a lot of weight, so that the eye contour has become deeper.
Standing upright, with smooth muscle lines and an inescapable alertness, he looks like a lone wolf waiting to be attacked at all times.
Qiong stood opposite him, quietly looking at him, but could not read his thoughts from his eyes.
There seems to be a lot of things hidden in his eyes, and it seems that there is nothing left.
It was as dark as a whirlpool, making it impossible for anyone to spy on it.
Qiong turned his gaze away, looking behind him.
A girl in low-key clothes, standing not far away, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, hiding in the shadows, looked at them from time to time.
Fan Huai was able to avoid the police search and hid completely in City A, saying that it was absolutely impossible without help.
But the sky did not expect to be such a little girl.
Qiongcang smiled, and she was surprised. When she saw Fan Huai again, her first sentence would be: "Every time you meet, you bring a girl with you. It seems that you have a good relationship with the opposite sex."
"a friend."
Fan Huai said in a deep voice, "You still love to joke around."
His voice was a bit unfamiliar to Qiong, so that Qiong fell into silence after teasing this sentence.
She didn't know what to say next, and all the words that could be used in greetings didn't hold true for them.
-"is it going well?"
Impossible.
-"how are things?"
Not very optimistic.
- "What are your plans for the future?"
Revenge reversal.
None of them are suitable.
Qiongcang decided to use Madam He's spirit and asked, "Are you short of money?"
Fan Huai said, "No shortage."
Qiong: "Oh."
Gone.
Poor enough to have little money left.
For a long time, Qiong threw away all kinds of unrealistic ideas and said, "Come back."
No ups and downs, no excitement, just the most ordinary advice, but with a reassuring power.
Fan Huai said in pain, "I can't come back."
He thought he would walk in the darkness forever, leaving only a blurry background at best.
As long as he walks into the sun, he will be illuminated and vanished like a ghost.
Ten years in prison and stigma left an indelible mark on him.
His living habits and thoughts all prove that he once lived as a prisoner.
The better his memory, the more unable to heal.
Fan Huai lowered his head, and his whole body was overwhelmed by a shadow: "Sometimes knowing too much is a very painful thing.
I have to face my mistakes clearly. "
"What's your fault?"
Qiong Tian slowed down and told him with certainty, "It's not your fault."
Fan Huai whispered, "It's my fault."
Fan Huai hated this place extremely, and it marked the beginning of his tragedy.
As soon as he stood on this street, he felt cramped and suffocated.
Jiang Ling came back again and again, again and again with extravagant hopes, and left with regret again and again.
Her trust in herself may have been worn away in every corner of the street, and only her stubbornness as a mother persists.
Therefore, she will choose to leave.
All because of him.
Qiongcang said to him in a tone of assurance he had never had before: "I will overturn the case for you, many people are helping you.
Give me another month. "
Fan Huai's eyelids jumped, he stepped forward and grabbed one of her arms, and asked keenly, "Did you already know
The man behind Tian Zhaohua. "
Qiong licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, but did not answer immediately.
"tell me."
Fan Huai saw her hesitation, and an emotion that was suppressed to the limit surged over her body, "Teacher, if you really want to help me, let me know!"
Qionggong felt a tingling pain in her arm, and she said calmly, "Then tell me first what you want to do."
Fan Huai asked back, "Didn't you say that I can trust you?"
Qiongcang felt that every question in front of Fan Huai was difficult to answer.
Fan Huai did not urge, and the time passed between the two of them minute by minute.
Gradually, he let go of his hand and took a step back.
Qionggong considered it for a while and said, "The addict you followed last time..."
Fan Huai interrupted: "I didn't mean him."
Qiong Cang's throat was dry, but she still made a swallowing motion unconsciously.
In the end, she confessed: "There is a small amount of evidence that points to Li Lingsong."
"Li Lingsong..." Fan Huai muttered the name, and his deep thoughts drifted away.
He felt his heart beat faster, almost jumping out of his chest when it reached a certain frequency.
The soul that had been silent for a long time began to scream, to shred the man who pushed him into the abyss.
Qiongcang took a step towards him and felt something was wrong with him: "Fan Huai?"
"I know him."
Fan Huai's body seemed to be trembling, but his voice did not sound violent, "He came to see me in prison.
I have been in contact with my mother and An An all the time. "
·
After He Chuanzhou signed, he glanced inside.
The guard in charge of guarding smiled and motioned her to go in directly.
As a criminal policeman who often runs, He Chuanzhou is already familiar with them.
She took off her slim coat, hung it on her arm, and walked into the room.
Ding Xihua sat inside with her head tilted, and twitched the corners of her mouth perfunctorily when she saw her appear.
He asked, "Where is the firmament?"
"Don't forget, I caught you."
He Chuanzhou was not angry because of his deliberate disdain. He sat down opposite him and said sarcastically, "Put away your arrogance, you will be defeated."
Ding Xihua raised his hand and touched his hair.
The average prisoner wouldn't ask for such a short cut, but he was almost shaved.
Ding Xihua smiled and said, "Look, I always forget that I have no hair anymore."
He Chuanzhou sat casually and said comfortably, "Don't worry, you will only lose more and more things."
Ding Xihua lacks empathy, to a certain extent, what he shows is a good temper.
He said lightly: "I just used it to wake up myself, don't make the same mistake again."
"Your first mistake hasn't been fixed, but don't get too comfortable in jail."
He Chuanzhou took out a photo, pasted it on the glass window, and showed it to Ding Xihua.
She asked, "Did you meet Li Lingsong?"
Ding Xihua raised his chin.
"Li Lingsong?"
He fixed his gaze on the other's face, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "I don't think it's him."
He Chuanzhou frowned and asked, "Why?"
Ding Xihua didn't cooperate and said, "Why are there so many things I feel?"
He Chuanzhou held down the photo, leaned back in the chair, and stared at him with burning eyes.
There was a clear murderousness and irritability in his eyes, Ding Xihua laughed when she glared at her, raised his hands high and surrendered: "I understand, I understand.
But that's really just a feeling. "
"How do you feel
I don't think you're a person who goes with your gut feeling. "
He Chuanzhou said coldly, "Don't use your feelings to deal with me the third time.
Such things make no sense. "
Ding Xihua leaned forward, rested her elbows on the table, thought for a while, and pointed to the photo she turned to the back through the glass.
"As a well-known professor at D University, Li Lingsong did come to me and wanted me to assist him in completing a social psychology research project.
Besides me, there are several students from the student union.
But he didn't say anything strange to me, just simply chatted with me for a while..." Ding Xihua said, his voice faded and he sneered, "It seems that no matter how senior a psychologist is, he has to follow the procedure.
I didn't like the feeling of being tested, so I stopped halfway through. "
He Chuanzhou asked, "And then what?"
"Well..." Ding Xihua looked away and recalled, "He didn't give up and kept trying to contact me.
Before my father's accident, he tried to talk to me several times, pretending to inadvertently communicate with me about juvenile delinquency and how special people should be integrated into society..."
He Chuanzhou said sharply: "He knows what happened to you in the past?"
"do not know."
Ding Xihua paused, "I mean, I don't know."
He Chuanzhou felt that he was too nervous, so he slowed down, nodded and said, "You continue."
Ding Xihua spread his hands: "I have nothing to continue."
He doesn't need Li Lingsong to tell him how to look at juvenile delinquency. Earlier, someone had contacted him and passed this kind of information to him.
In addition, he knew how a psychologist would approach the patient and cut into the topic.
He looked at Li Lingsong pretending to be a third person in front of him. In fact, he secretly thought it was ridiculous, and he was also examining the performance of this industry giant in reverse.
Ding Xihua stated calmly: "Li Lingsong, although the system of that person is somewhat similar, but they hold different views.
Based on the mastery of the same subject, there are completely different understandings.
Their point of view comes out inadvertently.
In addition to his psychological knowledge, Li Lingsong's self-awareness is more inclined to Confucianism, and he has a taste of 'self-restraint and rites'.
And that person, no. "
The people behind the scenes will instigate, will incite, will prompt him to stand on the edge of danger.
That person would tell him that a genius is a genius, different from the world.
Separate him from the social group and watch him fall from a height.
Ding Xihua said that he was in a trance and was pulled into that ridiculous past again.
He raised his eyelids and met He Chuanzhou's sober eyes, then regained his concentration and continued mockingly: "However, who knows this
Now that I think about it, the timing of Li Lingsong's appearance is indeed strange.
This may be another of his experiments.
Loyalty experiment
Sobriety test
Confirm the progress of the plan
Or other selection criteria.
In every way, he's a perfect fit.
Captain He, what do you think? "
He Chuanzhou replied without emotion, word for word: "I don't think much of it.
Verify them one by one.
Exclude them one by one.
Responsibility lies. "
Ding Xihua laughed softly: "People like you are actually quite scary."
He Chuanzhou disagreed: "As long as they don't break the law, I will be a good friend of the people."
She picked up the clothes hanging on the back of the chair, got up and said, "If there is nothing else to add, I will go first today.
You make a good change"
"Rock-paper-scissors, one of the simplest and most complex modeling problems."
When He Chuanzhou walked to the door, a male voice behind him suddenly said.
"When the opponent says, 'Next, I'm going out.
', there is one more condition, but it turns a simple permutation and combination problem into a complex model with fuzzy data and uncertain probability. "
He Chuanzhou turned around.
Ding Xihua lowered his head slightly, his eyes surging with darkness, he said meaningfully: "I hope this time, you will not arrest the wrong person again."
He Chuanzhou listened to him quietly, and the corners of his lips curled into a shallow arc: "Thanks to Ji Yan.
However, I have never regarded this kind of game that can only rely on probability as gambling.
Public officials, gambling is strictly prohibited.
That's why you're sitting here today. "
The crisp closing sound of the door became the end of the conversation between the two.
·
The sky looked at Fan Huai.
To be honest, sometimes she can see her own shadow in Fan Huai's body.
Whether it's a lonely life or a prejudiced environment, there are some overlapping parts.
So she couldn't watch Fan Huai wandering away.
Qiongcang patiently said to him: "Li Lingsong has seen them, this is not a strange thing.
He is one of my elders and an authority in the industry.
It was very common for Jiang Ling to ask him for help. "
Fan Huai began to resist: "I will confirm it myself."
Qiong: "Your own confirmation
Then what do you want to do? "
"cost."
Fan Huai turned sideways and bit every word, "He should be responsible for what he has done.
Even his life has no value. "
Qiong Cang took a deep breath, not knowing what to say to him.
"... Fan Huai, there are rules in this society."
Fan Huai said coldly, "Can you live well by respecting the rules?"
Qiong Cang: "Although it's cruel to say this to you, but... Throughout the development of human social order, it was born under the foundation of pain."
Fan Huai laughed at himself: "So why me
Selecting some people to sacrifice is also the order of human development? "
"Fan Huai.
Some things can't be changed. "
Qiong Cang calmly said, "It will get better, I assure you."
A gleam of water flashed in Fan Huai's eyes, he quickly closed his eyelids, discarded his weakness, shook his head and said, "Promise is the most useless thing.
I'm going to find my own answer. "
Fan Huai put on his hat, covered his entire face, and turned away.
Qiongcang called from behind, "Fan Huai."
The girl in the distance looked at the two nervously.
"Fan Huai!"
Fan Huai took two steps, but finally became hesitant and stopped.
Qiong Cang quickly followed, hung the umbrella on his wrist, and took out a business card from his pocket.
She smoothed out the curled part of the corner, handed it over and said, "...the tombs of Jiang Ling and Fan An are here.
Check it out if you have time. "
Fan Huai stood on the spot like a stone, which seemed to be a very difficult move.
After a long preparation, he stretched out his hand from his pocket, his fingertips trembled, took the business card and pinched it in the palm of his hand.
"I believe you."
Qiong Cang whispered, "Like you believe me."