There are no dazzling lights of the city in the countryside, and as soon as the sunset is over, it gets dark very quickly, and it is completely dark, so the sparks on the fingertips are extra bright.
Mingshu reported what he had seen and heard today, as well as his own guesses, to Xiao Yu'an, his tone was a little anxious, and after that, he was choked by the sudden wind and coughed one after another.
On the other end of the phone, Xiao Yuan was silent for a while after listening, "Before seeing Hou Cheng, it is too early to draw any conclusions."
"Brother, do you still think that Hou Cheng is the heart of the tomb?" Mingshu said, "We have already found out that Hou Cheng only has an elementary school education, and has left the village alone many times, his whereabouts are unknown, and the remuneration on his account has been divided. It was taken out. Except for the old house in Qingyue Village, there is no other real estate and no investment. If the money hadn't been taken out and handed over to the real tomb, where did it go? Now Hou Cheng has disappeared. Yue, I suspect he has been killed."
"It's too early." Xiao Yu'an disagreed. "Before investigating the tomb heart, you created an image for the tomb heart. Knowing that the tomb heart is Hou Cheng, the image you created collapsed, and your thinking was a little confused."
Mingshu opened his mouth but did not speak.
Xiao Yu'an was right, his thinking was really messed up, otherwise he wouldn't have run out at this time to make this call.
Now, listening to Xiao Yu'an's mellow voice coming from the phone and reaching his ears, the irritability that had accumulated in his chest seemed to have disappeared a lot.
Xiao Yuan seemed to be able to see him, and after half a minute he asked, "Have you calmed down?"
He nodded, realizing that Xiao Yu'an was not in front of him, and said, "Well."
"That's good." Xiao Yu'an said, "Whether Hou Cheng is at the heart of the tomb is open to me. If he is, then there is a high probability that he has gone somewhere on his own initiative, and there is no possibility of being harmed by others. possible, isn't it?"
Mingshu listened quietly, "Yes."
"Then the most urgent task is to find him. Qingyue Village is backward, there is no surveillance, and traffic is not a system, but Hou Cheng should have a mobile phone, let the technical detective track his mobile phone, if the technical detective can't track it, Liu Zhiqin is not with you. Are you together?" Xiao Yu'an said, "Let Liu Zhiqin help with the investigation."
"He's already investigating." Mingshu said.
Xiao Yu'an said: "Well. Then there is the second possibility - Hou Cheng is not the heart of the tomb. It is very important to dig out the real heart of the tomb."
Mingshu said, "I know, but Hou Cheng's whereabouts are unknown. Will the clues to the tomb be broken?"
"No, it's not broken." Xiao Yu'an said, "Hou Cheng is withdrawn, he travels alone, and he hardly has contact with people. Then if anyone has come to Qingyue Village to look for him, then this person looking for him is very suspicious. "
"But as far as I know, no one outside the village has ever touched him." Mingshu put out the cigarette butt and wanted to light another one, but he was afraid that Xiao Yuan would hear the sound of ignition, so he had to hold the cigarette case in his hand.
"You only asked the village chief and other village cadres, and you didn't have a comprehensive survey." Xiao Yuan said: "Tomorrow at dawn, I will ask the Luocheng Bureau for support and conduct a thorough survey in Qingyue Village. Think about it. , Hou Cheng has only disappeared suddenly for ten days and a half months in the last two years, and he has always stayed in Qingyue Village. So the first time he met the tomb heart was that he went out suddenly, and the chance of encountering the tomb heart by chance is high. Or the tomb heart came to Qingyue Village, and there is a high chance of encountering him?"
Mingshu realized: "Of course it's the heart of the tomb that came to Qingyue Village!"
"Yes." Xiao Yu'an continued: "If it exists, it will leave traces. Check it out more carefully, and focus on asking Hou Cheng's neighbors. Maybe someone has seen something."
Mingshu let out a sigh of relief after hearing this, and felt a little more relaxed, "Well, listen to you."
"Don't miss the clues from Hou Cheng's family." Xiao Yu'an continued, "Xinyun Publishing House can go again. It is Hou Cheng who signed the contract with the publishing house, and Hou Cheng is not like a person who can write suspense. No doubt at all? This should dig deeper."
"Well." Mingshu said, "Brother, I understand."
Xiao Yuan said, "Why does your voice sound listless?"
"Is there?" Mingshu raised his neck subconsciously and looked aimlessly at the stars that covered the sky.
You can't see such beauty in the city, and it's nice to see a star every now and then.
"I can hear it." Xiao Yuan said.
Mingshu pouted quietly, "I'm just worried that the clues will be broken on Hou Cheng."
"Don't be so pessimistic." Xiao Yuan comforted: "The line at the heart of the tomb is hidden so deeply that you have caught it and are tracking it, which is amazing."
"But you were the first to notice the heart of the tomb." Mingshu's voice became lower, "I was just inspired by you."
Xiao Yu'an said, "Still divide you and me with me?"
Mingshu shook his head, "That's not it."
"Then get your spirits up."
"… Oh."
Xiao Yu'an's tone became solemn, "A criminal police officer should look like a criminal police officer. The leaders of the team are all listless. Who do the team members look up to?"
Mingshu's back suddenly went numb, and the conditioned reflex stood up straight.
Xiao Yuan is someone who has performed many actual combat missions in the special action team. Most of the time, he is gentle and elegant, but sometimes he is cold-faced. When he is serious, his aura is extremely powerful, and he has the majesty of a superior. Mingshu had seen him teach the young players under his command before, and the sight alone made people tremble.
"Do you understand what I said?" Xiao Yuan asked.
"Understood." Mingshu replied quickly, unwilling to be disciplined at this time.
Xiao Yu'an's tone softened, "You can go check it out. If you have any thoughts or needs, feel free to tell me. Since I have been transferred to Dongye City, I am your solid backing."
Mingshu squeezed the cigarette case tightly, and his mood became much clearer, "Okay!"
"Also." Xiao Yuan said again: "It's enough to smoke one cigarette occasionally, don't smoke one after another."
Mingshu was shocked, and instinctively retorted, "I didn't smoke."
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "I can hear you squeezing the cigarette case."
Mingshu was helpless, "Brother, your hearing is also very good!"
Xiao Yuan's good hearing is something Mingshu has experienced since he was a child.
When I was a child, I lived in Xiao’s house and slept alone in a room. I was hungry in the middle of the night and was embarrassed to wake others, so I had to sneak out from the third floor and gently touched the kitchen. I wanted to secretly drink a sip of milk. Xiao Yuan heard the movement.
Although he didn't feel much of his parents' words and deeds, he grew up in a family with strict family education like the Ming family. He knew that stealing food was very rude, and to put it rudely, he was uneducated. Xiao Yuan caught him stealing milk. He was nervous and sad. He took a few steps back and put his back on the refrigerator. If you're full, you won't be a thief anymore. Will you forgive me this time?"
Xiao Yuan approached, took the milk bottle from his hand, and rubbed his fluffy and soft hair, "The weather is cold, if the milk is not heated, you will get sick after drinking it."
He looked at Xiao Yu'an with wide eyes, "Brother, aren't you angry?"
Xiao Yu'an smiled, "What's the point of being angry? Is it wrong to be hungry?"
He pouted, "But I stole milk."
"Drinking the milk at home is not called stealing." Xiao Yu'an said and took a small pot, poured the ice milk into it, and then brought the doughnuts, opened them and put them in the milk, "Boil it for three minutes and you can eat it. "
He quickly ran over and hugged Xiao Yu'an, "Brother, you are so kind!"
Xiao Yuan stirred the milk and donuts with a spoon, "come to me when you're hungry, and I'll make you a late-night snack."
He was very happy and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"
After growing up, Xiao Yuan underwent professional training in shooting, and his hearing was sharper than before.
When he was in high school, although he had already decided to follow in Xiao Yu'an's footsteps and apply for the Public Security University, the 16- or 17-year-old boy was too energetic, and he couldn't get by if he didn't make trouble for a few days.
He was as keen on fighting as other boys. Once, he had an appointment with someone to fight in the billiards room, and happened to meet Xiao Yuan and go home.
If he knew that Xiao Yuan was coming back, he would not fight without saying anything, and he would definitely clean up himself and run to Xiao Yuan to open the screen - at that time he already had plans for Xiao Yuan, but Xiao Yuan still regarded him as a The younger brother came to spoil and discipline.
When the battle was in full swing, he suddenly noticed a familiar sight, and turned around to see that his brother was wearing a straight uniform and was standing not far away looking at him.
He didn't want to fight immediately, he fought and retreated like a deserter, and ate several punches, "Brother, you're back!"
Before a bunch of words could be said, Xiao Yuan held his head down.
The force was so great that his legs felt weak on the spot.
"Why did you skip class and fight again?" Xiao Yuan asked.
"Ah... this..." He tongue knotted, unable to say anything decent.
I can't honestly admit that my hands are too itchy, it's uncomfortable not to fight!
Xiao Yuan shook his head and pulled his hand back, "I don't have the strength to use it, so I tied a tire around my waist and ran for five kilometers."
He wailed, "Brother, I was wrong!"
Xiao Yu'an laughed, "Isn't it very arrogant when we fought just now? Why are you crying now?"
"I don't want to cry." Seeing Xiao Yu'an smiling, he relaxed, "Brother, how did you know I was here?"
The billiards room is closed, if you don't enter it, you have no idea what's going on inside.
"I heard it." Xiao Yuan said.
He stared, "Hear? Hear what?"
Xiao Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Your voice."
"Impossible!" he said. "I didn't make a sound at all!"
"The throat didn't make a sound, but the limbs made a sound." Xiao Yuan said it like a joke, "I taught you all your fighting moves, but I still can't hear it?"
His ears were red, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Let's fight less." Xiao Yuan said, "Teaching you to fight is not for you to fight with those gangsters."
"Oh. I see." He listened obediently and skillfully changed the subject, "Brother, how many days are you coming back this time? Let's go eat roast rabbits!"
Childhood and boyhood are gone, but what happened is as clear as yesterday, and when I think about it, I can't help but pull the corners of my lips.
The call had already ended, and the phone screen went black. Ming Shu let out a long sigh of relief, encouraged himself, and returned to the room.
The next day, Hua Chong dispatched part of the police force from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Luocheng City Bureau to participate in a platoon visit in Qingyue Village. Mingshu stayed in Qingyue Village for a long time, and returned to Luocheng with Liu Zhiqin. Liu Zhiqin went back to the Municipal Bureau to track Hou Cheng, while he went to Xinyun Publishing House to find Guo Xian, the editor in charge of Hou Cheng.
Guo Xian is still wearing a hip-packed skirt that highlights his figure, with flaming red lips and smoky makeup, and he speaks loudly, "Guo Xian is not at home? I don't know. He has already published a book this year, but not in the second half of the year. I still have a lot of popular writers on the task of publishing books, so I can't keep an eye on him, right?"
"Are you sure that the books in the heart of the tomb were written by Hou Cheng?" Mingshu asked.
Guo Xian was surprised, "Huh? What do you mean?"
Mingshu said, "Then let me change the question. How did Hou Cheng contact you in the first place?"
"Submit it." Guo Xian said, "He sent the manuscript to our mailbox, and after I read it, I contacted him. How should I put it, I was really moved by his words, but I didn't know him at the time. He is a rural uncle in his fifties. If I knew it, I probably wouldn't sign him, because what's inside, let's sell books now, not only the content of the book, but also the author's fashion value is very important. His writing is very good He is fashionable, but as I said last time, he is an old hat, and little girls will definitely not buy a suspense written by an old hat."
Mingshu said: "So you also think that his words are separated from him?"
Guo Xian stretched his eyelids in surprise, then snapped his fingers, "Hey! You really know how to summarize! It's just split! I'll just say that he always feels weird to me, it's this split feeling! His His speech and manners made me think he couldn't write so well. I even wondered if he copied something, but he is a rural uncle, and he doesn't know how to copy, right? And I do this business with a huge amount of money, so I can basically be sure. , he did not plagiarize."
Mingshu asked: "What else makes you feel strange?"
"I think about it..." Guo Xian held his chin, "He won't revise the manuscript! Our publishing process here requires editors to give comments on revisions, and the author makes revisions. But when I called him to tell him what needs to be revised, He didn't accept it at all, and said either he didn't change it, or I'd help him change it. I asked why, he said he wouldn't, and he couldn't explain it clearly. I've contacted many writers, and almost all writers don't like to revise their manuscripts, but he It gives me a different feeling - others are not willing to change, he does not know how to change. If the contract is not clearly signed, I will doubt that he wrote the book. "
After chatting with Guo Xian, Mingshu still wanted to meet Liu Zhiqiang, but there was something strange about this person's reaction yesterday. But Liu Zhiqiang went out to work, not in the publishing house.
In the evening, news came from Liu Zhiqin, and it was traced that Hou Cheng came to Luocheng a month ago, and his mobile phone is currently at the second-hand dealer.
In the face of the police, the second-hand dealers sweated in anxiety, "This is sold to me by someone else, I don't know where it came from!"
"Do you remember what the person who sold you looked like?" Fang Yuanhang asked.
"How can I remember!" said the second-hand dealer, "I can't remember so many cell phones that I handle in one day!"
Fang Yuanhang said: "Master, 80% of the time someone stole Hou Cheng's mobile phone. Although this mobile phone is ordinary, the market price can be sold for more than 1,000 yuan."
Mingshu was silent, "What is the purpose of Hou Cheng's coming to Luocheng?"
Fang Yuanhang said, "Maybe it's looking for the real tomb?"
"It's possible." Mingshu said, "I think optimistically, at least the tracking area has narrowed. The second-hand dealer said that the phone was sold to him four days ago, so Hou Cheng is likely still in Los Angeles. Los Angeles. Most hotels have check-in registration systems, but now I can’t find Hou Cheng’s check-in records, so when he comes to Los Angeles, he will either stay at an acquaintance’s house, or live in a wild hotel that does not require registration, and…”
Fang Yuanhang asked, "What else?"
Mingshu said: "The erotic place."
On the second day of the Mopai visit in Qingyue Village, two villagers finally said that they once saw a white and young man from outside the city enter Hou Cheng's home.
Hou Ximei lives diagonally across from Hou Cheng's house, about 200 meters away in a straight line. She is in her 40s. She is a typical rural woman. Besides farming, she also does housework. If you don't have company, look around and kill time.
"I can't remember the exact time, but it's not this year and last year, it's been a long time." Hou Ximei said, "I've lived in the village for decades, and I've never seen a stranger go to Hou Cheng, and the impression is very special. I don't know where that man came from. He stayed at Hou Cheng's house for several nights. Hou Cheng was a hard-working person, but he didn't go to the fields for a few days."
Mingshu asked, "Have you even noticed this?"
"Because his field is right next to my field." Hou Ximei added: "I thought the man had left long ago—because I haven't seen it again, but one morning, I saw the man carrying his back. Hou Cheng didn't come out to deliver the big bag."
"Has this man appeared later?" Mingshu asked.
"No." Hou Ximei replied firmly, "At least I haven't seen it again."
Another witness was Wang Youqun, who only married from a neighboring village to Qingyue Village a few years ago. Her statement was similar to Hou Ximei, but she added details about the man's appearance, "I can't remember what he looked like now, but at that time. I think it's very handsome. Really, it looks like a man from a big city. It's different from the men in our village. Oh, just like you, clean and tidy, not like a worker. I'll go back to my family and say see you during the day To a handsome guy, he even scolded me for not being serious, haha!"
Fang Yuanhang was excited, "This man is probably the real heart of the grave! For a lonely person like Hou Cheng, there's no reason to let a person live in his home for a few days, right?"
Ming Shu borrowed a portrait artist from the Los Angeles City Bureau to paint a portrait of the suspicious man, but the memories of Hou Ximei and Wang Youqun were blurred, and the painted portraits were completely two people.
At this time, the Los Angeles Public Security Detachment received a report from the public and raided a nightclub in the Beverly District, arresting dozens of prostitutes, men and women, and dozens of prostitutes.
Among them, there is Hou Cheng, who has been missing for a month.