According to Hou Cheng's description, the portrait artist drew a portrait of the heart of the tomb.
But this portrait is completely different from what the portrait artist drew according to Wang Youqun and Hou Ximei's narration.
In the eyes of the three people, the tomb heart has three appearances. It is understandable that Wang Youqun and Hou Ximei had no actual contact with the heart of the tomb. But Mingshu showed them the portrait he drew based on Hou Cheng's memory. He didn't say who the person in the painting was beforehand. He only asked if he had any impressions, and if he had seen it somewhere. Both of them shook their heads, "I haven't seen it."
"This person is the young man who came and went to Hou Cheng's house." Mingshu said.
"Ah?" Hou Ximei was surprised, "Impossible? I don't remember him looking like this. What exactly does he look like, if you let me describe it now, I really can't remember. But if you let him stand in front of me, I can tell at a glance for sure. It's not the right drawing."
Wang Youqun also said: "He is very handsome, I won't say anything else, the people in this painting are too ordinary."
Mingshu took back the portrait and went to see Hou Cheng again.
Because of the consideration of frightening the snake, the security detachment plans to suspend the detention of Hou Cheng and let Hou Cheng go back first. When he was about to leave and was stopped again, Hou Cheng showed the helpless and flustered look on his face, "I remember what the heart of the tomb looks like, but if you want me to describe the details, I really can't explain it well. , I can't tell you no matter how hard you force me. I tried my best, this picture is not exactly the same as the heart of the tomb, but you want me to tell which details are different, and I can't tell. "
These remarks are not like sophistry, and Hou Cheng's position, there is no need to cover up the heart of the tomb now.
There is such a problem in drawing portraits based on layman's dictation. Human memory is not completely accurate, and there are often varying degrees of ambiguity. You can remember exactly what your friends and family looked like, but you may not be able to describe every detail of them. This makes portraits only used as a reference and an auxiliary means in criminal investigation.
Hou Cheng returned to Qingyue Village, and his network and real movements were completely under the surveillance of the police.
The heart of the tomb did not appear, and even Liu Zhiqin failed to capture the clues of the heart of the tomb.
Mingshu stayed in Luocheng for a few days, he didn't dare to leave rashly, and he remembered Luo Xiangfu's case. After thinking about it, he decided to go back to Dongye City.
At this time, Xiao Yu'an called, "Don't be in a hurry to come back, and then stay in Los Angeles for a few days to see."
"Why?" Mingshu didn't quite understand, "The clues to the tomb's heart are temporarily cut off with Hou Cheng, and it doesn't make sense for me to stay."
"Didn't you let Hou Cheng go back to Qingyue Village? Don't be impatient, wait a few more days, maybe there will be unexpected discoveries." Xiao Yu'an said: "And I'm going to Luocheng too."
Mingshu suddenly sat up from the bed in the city bureau dormitory, "Huh? Are you coming to Los Angeles?"
Xiao Yu'an said: "I have some doubts that I want to verify with my own eyes."
The bed was hard, and Mingshu was not sitting very comfortably, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "What question? Can't you tell me, let me verify it?"
"I'm not very sure right now." Xiao Yuan said patiently, "So it's better to see for yourself."
Mingshu lay back again, and turned over, "Hi..."
Xiao Yu'an asked, "What's wrong?"
"Pain." Mingshu put the pillow on his waist, held the mobile phone in his right hand, and squeezed the sore psoas muscle with his left hand, and took the opportunity to complain: "I've been exhausted these days, running outside without rest, not getting enough sleep. , the bed is as hard as Xiaolongnu's ice bed, which makes my back hurt, my legs and feet hurt, and my neck is almost out of position."
"Then give it a massage." Xiao Yuan said.
"There's no such free time." Mingshu learned his lesson, turned over slowly this time, changed to a side-lying position, and continued to pinch his waist, "And I don't like it when others don't press well."
"I said I'd give you a massage." Xiao Yu'an was particularly charming when his voice lowered, "The day after tomorrow... No, I'll be there the day after tomorrow."
Mingshu jumped up and didn't care about the pain in his lower back, "Really?"
"Really." Xiao Yuan smiled, "Look at the case, and look at my baby's waist."
"Hey..." Mingshu became more comfortable, the exhaustion from rushing for a few days dissipated in an instant, and sat cross-legged on the bed, "Brother, do you know the art of speaking?"
Xiao Yuan asked back, "If you don't understand, do you want to teach it?"
"You should say that—" Mingshu cleared his throat, "Look at my baby's waist, and then look at the case."
Xiao Yuan deliberately said, "The case should still be put first."
"But you can coax me." Mingshu laughed after saying that, "Fuck, I'm so coquettish, it makes me sick to the core."
"The case is important, and the baby's waist is also important." Xiao Yuan really coaxed, "I will go to bed earlier today if I have nothing else to do. I know you are tired. Once the case is solved, I will give you a holiday."
"What about you?" Mingshu asked knowingly.
"I'm not fake." Xiao Yu'an said, "I have more than one serious crime team in charge."
"Then I don't want to be fake anymore. I'll accompany you."
Xiao Yuan smiled, almost flirting, "Accompany me at the bureau, wait for me at home, do you choose one?"
"This..." Mingshu's ears were hot for a while, "then I'll wait for you at home. We haven't done 'homework' for a long time, and I'm about to change from a top student with excellent academic performance to failing Keke. The end of the crane."
"Well, it seems that I have to do some tutoring." Xiao Yuan said solemnly, "How about staying up all night? Can you handle the end of the crane?"
"In order to become a top student again, it is also appropriate to stay up all night." Mingshu pulled up the quilt to cover his head, "Officer Xiao, you are so arrogant, you say such things to your subordinates."
Xiao Yu'an's voice was very charming at this time, "What subordinate, aren't you a student?"
Mingshu was almost trembling, "Teacher, you are so rude!"
Xiao Yu'an didn't laugh at all, and was still in that warm and calm voice, "It's the students who want to tutor, how can it be said that the teacher is showing off now?"
Mingshu hiccupped, "Is that my show?"
Xiao Yu'an said, "Well, this student's perception of himself is quite accurate."
Mingshu feigned anger, "Bah!"
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "It's getting late, good students, go to bed."
Putting down the phone, Mingshu tossed back and forth on the bed a few times, and finally decided to go to the bathroom to solve it.
Before Xiao Yu'an called, he could hardly keep his eyes open, but after chatting, he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep, so he wanted to do his "homework" in advance.
The word "homework" was first said by Mingshu, and Xiao Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard it for the first time.
Mingshu explained, "Brother, don't you think 'homework' sounds warm? It's homework done at home with the people you like."
Xiao Yu'an scratched the bridge of his nose, "Isn't homework what you are most afraid of? You can't write it, and I wrote it for you."
"That's different." Ming Shu took advantage of the situation to bring his face closer and rubbed Xiao Yu'an's palm, "I want to do 'homework' with you."
The scenes with Xiao Yuan are like gentle streams, trickling into my mind. Mingshu yawned and finally fell asleep again.
Two days later, in the middle of the night, Xiao Yuan arrived at the Luocheng high-speed rail station and boarded the police car coming from Mingshu.
It was too late to arrive at Qingyue Village immediately, Ming Shu took Xiao Yuan to his temporary residence.
The dormitories of the Municipal Bureau are all single beds, some are single rooms, and some are multi-person rooms. When Mingshu checked in, he never thought that Xiao Yu'an would come. He wanted a single room, but now he regrets it. He knew that he wanted a double room.
There are actually not many police officers living in the dormitory. Fang Yuanhang has been in Qingyue Village for the past few days. There are several double rooms on the same floor, but the sudden change to double rooms is too noticeable.
So Mingshu just thought about it and didn't bring it up.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuan finished washing up in the single room, and directly transferred his luggage to the double room without asking his opinion on the grounds that it was convenient to analyze the case by living together.
"Is that bad?" he whispered.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu'an raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it normal for criminals to live in double or triple rooms on business trips? It saves resources and facilitates the exchange of cases."
It seems that whatever comes out of Xiao Yu'an's mouth is upright and justified. Mingshu was happy in his heart, but he muttered and cursed: "Old trickster."
"Huh?" Xiao Yu'an had already closed the door, pretending not to hear clearly, "What old?"
Mingshu stretched his arms around his waist, "Old rascal."
Xiao Yuan smiled and patted him firmly on the waist.
"Ouch—" Mingshu exclaimed, "Really?"
Xiao Yuan pressed his index finger on his mouth, "If you don't hit that mouth, you won't be obedient."
Mingshu just pretended to be angry, he didn't move when he was beaten, and he still surrounded Xiao Yu'an and spit out "brother" vaguely.
Xiao Yuan supported his shoulders, pointed his chin to the single bed by the window, "Go and lie down."
Probably because when he saw Xiao Yu'an, his spirit relaxed, and his mind thought of something that should not be thought at this time, Ming Shu's body tensed, "Now?"
Xiao Yuan patted his face lightly, "What do you think of? Don't you have back pain? Do you still want to massage?"
Mingshu's ears were red to his neck, and he lied down on the bed and pretended to complain, "Are you kidding me?"
Xiao Yuan's hands are heavy and skillful. He knows Mingshu's body and knows which muscles he has problems with, so he presses them there.
At the beginning, Mingshu was writhing in pain, and his back was about to bow, but he didn't dare to shout, for fear that his voice would penetrate the wall and be heard by others. It was so hard to endure it, so I had to bury my face in my arms.
It's better to massage at home, and you can call him whatever you want. Sometimes it's obvious that it doesn't hurt, and he has to call out a few times on purpose.
Xiao Yuan could hear when he was in real pain and when he was howling. Every time he howls, he gets a slap on the bottom.
"Brother, you really can beat me." He said that once.
Then Xiao Yuan lowered his body, pressed him on his back, and said a word in his ear with a sighing voice.
He was numb all of a sudden.
Holding the pillow in the dormitory and receiving the massage from the older lover, Mingshu felt both pain and relief, and he couldn't help but think of the past, but he couldn't hold back and let out a long moan.
"Okay." Xiao Yu'an let go of him, "Aren't your back sore now?"
Mingshu lay on his stomach and didn't want to move, "Brother, press again."
Xiao Yuan got up, "Everything should be done in moderation."
"Hey!" Mingshu stood up, "Everything is justified by you."
Xiao Yuan hooked his chin with a smile and rubbed his thumb a few times, "Then do you listen to me?"
Mingshu was ruled to death by Xiao Yuan since he was a child, and he chased Xiao Yuan after him when he was an adult. In his heart, Xiao Yu'an is the principle of truth, and there is no other reason to speak.
"Hey..." He was connived by Xiao Yuan's eyes with a bit of intimidation, his waist and legs were soft, and he simply buried himself in Xiao Yu'an's abdomen, disarmed and said: "You clearly know, but you asked me on purpose."
Xiao Yuan rubbed his hair and let him lean on him for a while before saying, "Go to sleep, we will go to Qingyue Village in the morning tomorrow."
Qingyue Village is far from the main urban area of Luocheng. The village road is bumpy and dust is flying between the wheels.
Mingshu drove, and Xiao Yuan sat in the co-pilot.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Mingshu glanced at Xiao Yuan from the corner of his eye after walking through a dirt pit.
"Look at the scenery here." Xiao Yu'an didn't turn his head, and still looked at the lackluster grass and trees outside the window through the glass.
"What kind of scenery is this called?" Mingshu said, "Isn't it just an ordinary countryside?"
Xiao Yu'an did not answer for the time being.
Mingshu pondered for a moment and snorted, "You are mocking my aesthetics in your heart again."
Regarding aesthetics, Mingshu is very picky for himself, unlike his good brother Lu Yanzhou, who has straight male taste, but he has the taste of an artist. But in the aspect of discovering the beauty of nature, Mingshu scored a negative score.
When he was a boy, Xiao Yu'an often took him out on trips, as far as the surrounding area, as far as foreign countries, golden beaches, dense jungles, endless deserts, snow-white and holy ice fields... I have seen all kinds of beautiful scenery. But he seems to lack a pair of eyes to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and he lacks interest in seeing everything.
He thought, instead of admiring those beautiful scenery, it is better to do the most intimate thing with Xiao Yuan in the beautiful scenery.
When he first expressed this idea to Xiao Yuan, he was not yet 18 years old. Xiao Yuan was half funny, half helpless, saying that he didn't know aesthetics.
"Why don't I understand?" He raised his face, proud and bright, like a young peacock shaking off its tail feathers.
"The starry sky in this plateau, you actually said it was bland." Xiao Yuan pointed to the bright sky, "Did you see it, it's the summer triangle."
The plateau with an altitude of nearly 5,000 meters, the Milky Way traverses the sky, and the stars cover the sky. It is indeed a rare beauty.
He shook his head: "Brother, I only saw you."
Xiao Yuan was silent.
He said again, with a sincere and sincere tone, "Compared to you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it loses its luster. Brother, I found you and I know how to appreciate you. How can you say that I don't know how to appreciate aesthetics?"
This kind of words can be said frankly and candidly when it is less casual, and thinking about it now, Mingshu feels embarrassed.
Xiao Yuan looked back, "I didn't laugh at you, but you, what are you laughing at?"
Mingshu immediately turned serious and pretended to be confused: "Ah? I didn't laugh, you read it wrong."
Xiao Yuan did not expose him, and continued to look out the window.
After the car arrived at Qingyue Village, Xiao Yuan asked Mingshu to take a detour and stopped at a street corner farther from Hou Cheng's house.
Neither of them wore police uniforms, but their appearance and temperament were completely different from those of the local villagers.
"Where are we going now?" Mingshu asked.
Xiao Yu'an said, "Do you know where Hou Cheng's fields are?"
"Of course I do, I've been there several times."
"Take me there."
Most of the rural areas are the same, with low houses, dirt roads, and tracts of farmland.
Qingyue Village produces watermelons, and now is the harvest season. On a hot day, the villagers were still busy in the fields, rushing to deliver the ripe watermelons to the town.
Trucks coming to deliver goods stopped at the head of the field, and the air was filled with the sweetness of watermelon and the hot sweat.
Compared with the busy surrounding, a field in the southeast corner looked lifeless, unworked and full of weeds.
"That's Hou Cheng's field." Mingshu pointed, "He didn't care about the field this year."
Xiao Yuan shuttled between melon farmers and was stopped by several villagers on the way, asking if he wanted to buy watermelons. He chatted a few words casually, and then walked to Hou Cheng's field.
"His field has been abandoned!" the villagers shouted, "It's useless to see!"
"Did watermelons grow there before?" Xiao Yuan asked.
The villagers said, "I've been planting for more than ten years!"
Xiao Yuan nodded with a smile and took a few pictures with his mobile phone.
"Brother, what do you want to know?" Mingshu asked.
"No hurry." Xiao Yu'an said, "Let's go to see Hou Cheng now."
After Hou Cheng was released home, he was more withdrawn than before.
When Mingshu knocked on the door, Hou Cheng took a long time to answer. After opening the door, he looked surprised and timid in his eyes, "Why are you here?"
Mingshu pushed him away and walked into the yard, "Why can't I come? According to normal circumstances, you should still be held by the security detachment now."
Hou Cheng hurriedly lowered his head, "I've been at home the whole time, and the tomb has never come to find me."
Hou Cheng's family Mingshu had been here several times and led Xiao Yu'an inside. Xiao Yu'an didn't mean to enter the house, and walked back and forth in the yard several times, as if observing something.
"Xiao Bureau?" Mingshu called.
Xiao Yuan then walked into the house.
Hou Cheng nervously held the cup, and occasionally glanced at Xiao Yuan from the corner of his eye. As soon as Xiao Yuan looked back, he immediately turned his head.
"What are you doing these days?" Mingshu asked.
"At home, read, read." Hou Cheng said, putting away the second-hand books piled up on the table.
Mingshu picked up one of them, "A crime again?"
"Just take a look." Hou Cheng asked: "What do you want to know when you came to me today? I have already told you everything I know."
Before Mingshu said anything, Xiao Yuan suddenly said, "I want to know who you are."
As soon as these words came out, not only Hou Cheng, but even Mingshu was a little surprised.
"Didn't I make it all clear?" Hou Cheng's voice trembled slightly, "And since you've all investigated it, I'm just a farmer."
"No." Xiao Yu'an looked at Hou Cheng coldly, and after saying the word "no", there was no further text.
Hou Cheng's expression became more and more strange.
After waiting for Hou Cheng for half a minute, Xiao Yuan seemed to have finally seen enough, his narrow eyes half-squinted, as if through Hou Cheng's eyes, he saw a heart wrapped in dense fog.
"Actually, there is no young boy at all, you are the heart of the grave."