"Southwest? Or the southwest frontier?" Mingshu put his right hand on his lips, "Why does Luo Xiangfu send street photos to that kind of place?"
Yi Fei said: "Da Xu has already brought his brothers from the field team there, but the traffic in the southwest border is very inconvenient. Da Xu and the others are worried that they will scare the snakes, and they dare not rashly use the power of the local police. They have not reached Shetu Village yet."
"Fighting the grass to scare the snake?" Mingshu grasped the key words in Yi Fei's words, "So you think Luo Xiangfu sent the photo to cooperate with a certain force in Shetu Town?"
Yi Fei nodded, "Accurately, I think it may be human trafficking. Luo Xiangfu took photos and sent them, which is equivalent to helping the locals screen targets. Other than that, I can't think of a reason for him to send photos."
Mingshu frowned tightly and was silent for a moment, "Human trafficking is unlikely."
Yi Fei raised his eyes, "Huh?"
Mingshu swiped his thumb on the phone to find the location of Shetu Town, "Crossing over a mountain here, it is abroad. I have been to many border villages and towns, and people in these places have some characteristics, that is, they have a weak sense of belonging to the country and live together. , is greatly influenced by neighboring countries in terms of folklore. The neighboring countries still practice polygamy and multiple concubines. Shetu Town, no, it should be the villages and townships below Shetu Town, and it is very likely that the illegal one-man-one-man relationship continues. Multiple wives and concubines."
Yi Fei was puzzled, "This doesn't conflict with my judgment. One husband has multiple concubines, and multiple women serve one man. Wouldn't the local demand for women be even stronger?"
"But this kind of place is generally poor." Mingshu put down his mobile phone, "and it should be very poor. They have the need to buy women, but they don't have the economic strength to buy women from big cities."
Yi Fei's pupils tightened.
"Understood? People in Shetu Town may buy women from neighboring countries, or they may sell their own women to neighboring countries - this may not be enough business in the hearts of local people, it is just a long-standing habit. There is a possibility that they will carry out human trafficking in the same remote and backward places." Mingshu continued: "As for the trafficking of people in big cities, I think this possibility is very small. Criminals will measure the cost of crime and economic benefits. In this day and age, the risk of kidnapping a confident, beautiful, educated woman from our Dongye City and selling it to the southwest border is too high, and Shetu Town can pay the high cost of buying and selling people, I am afraid only They're a smuggler, or a 'prince'. If you were a human trafficker, would you do such a high-risk, low-reward business?"
Yi Fei thought for a while, pressing his forehead, "It makes sense, but if it's not for human trafficking, what's the purpose of Luo Xiangfu's photos?"
"Don't worry." Mingshu patted Yi Fei twice on the back, sat down, opened the notepad he carried with him, and said while writing, "Now we have one more clue. First, the person who killed Luo Xiangfu. Similar to Lu Kun and Li Hongmei, because he hates the group of elderly street photography enthusiasts, and thinks Luo Xiangfu should die. However, this murderer is obviously much more 'professional' than Lu Kun and Li Hongmei. Lu Kun is a typical crime committed with passion, and Li Hongmei is struggling. There is a plan, but there is also an element of passion for committing the crime. The murderer is very calm, he hides himself almost perfectly, and he has not shown his foot until now. He has the characteristics of a serial killer. "
Yi Fei said: "Well, we have been looking in this direction before."
"Second, the person who killed Luo Xiangfu is related to Snake Tu Town." Mingshu's thinking became clearer and clearer, "If this is the case, then we can only overthrow the past thinking. Objectively speaking, the first situation is similar to finding a needle in a haystack, and the second situation is similar to finding a needle in a haystack. This situation is actually more conducive for us to find the murderer. By the way, does Kang Yu know about Luo Xiangfu sending photos to Shetu Town?"
"I asked Kang Yu and Luo Xiaolong, but neither of them knew." Yi Fei said, "However, Kang Yu gave us a piece of information that might be useful - at the beginning of last year, Luo Xiangfu traveled to the southwest in the name of collecting wind."
Mingshu asked, "Have you been to Snake Town?"
Yi Fei shook his head, "Kang Yu doesn't know."
"I've been to the southwest, and I sent photos to the southwest..." Mingshu paced back and forth, describing the local customs and bad habits in his mind, and the beautiful women photographed by Luo Xiangfu flashed before him, and suddenly said: "I thought of a possibility ."
As the head of the field team, Xu Chun spent very little time in the Criminal Investigation Bureau. Basically, as soon as a case was handed over to the serious crime team, he had to take the lead and run around with his brothers.
He has been to this land in the southwest many times, looking for clues about drug dealers, people smuggling, and people trafficking... In short, he is half an acquaintance, and he doesn't even need to hire a local driver even when he is on his way through the rolling hills.
But this time, the difficult mountain road to Shetu Town trapped him, an experienced field worker.
Shetu Town belongs to Liuqi City. Liuqi City is nominally a city, but its scale is less than one-tenth that of Dongye City. Its economic development level is among the lowest in the country.
From Liuqi City to Shetu Town, only one-fifth of the road is connected to the expressway, and the rest are all dirt roads. To drive in, you must climb over mountains and mountains.
The summer in Dongye City is the rainy season in Shetu Town. The heavy rain washed away the only road, and the rocks and broken tree trunks rolled down from the mountains lay across the ground. It was obviously the afternoon, but the sky was sinking like it was about to collapse.
"Boss, what should I do?" a team member said: "If you can get in there, there will be ghosts!"
Xu Chun reluctantly drove a few steps forward with the headlight on, finally stopped, and wanted to report to Yi Fei, but there was no signal on his cell phone, "Fuck! It's time to get in now. Go to Qiantan Town to rest, it's raining. Take action when you're small."
Qiantan Town is located in the middle of Shetu Town and Liuqi Town. It has a better geographical environment and is not as closed as Shetu Town.
If the residents of Shetu Town want to come out of the mountains, they must pass through Qiantan Town, and many people will stop and replenish in Qiantan Town.
Although the straight-line distance is not far, the mountains and mountains almost separate Shetu Town and Qiantan Town into two societies. Most of the people of Qiantan Town hate the people of Shetu Town, and even regard them as "foreigners", afraid that they will bring their weird vices to their town.
The sky was getting cloudy, and the rain seemed to drag all the dark clouds down.
Xu Chun drove wildly, the team members swayed left and right in the car, and every now and then someone shouted, "Boss, do you want to beat us to death?"
Suddenly, the off-road vehicle suddenly braked, and the team member who had just complained almost hit the window glass, "Boss, you..."
"There is someone there." Xu Chun slid down the car window, and the dense rainwater like steel needles rushed into the car in an instant.
Everyone hurriedly looked out of the car window and saw a woman lying in a mud pit not far away, struggling slightly before she died.
"Save people!" Xu Chun shouted, pushing the car door and breaking into the rain.
The woman was dying and lost her mind. When she was rescued into the car, her pale lips opened and closed, and she said angrily, "Luo, Teacher Luo..."
The team members rushed her to the only hospital in Asada Township. When going through the hospitalization procedures, Xu Chun found her documents and a stack of envelopes and photos from her bag.
Her name is Wen Li.
The mailing address written on the envelope was Dongye City.
Three days ago, there was no heavy rain in Shetu Town.
Wen Li bowed and stood by the letter basket of the town post office, wiping sweat with one hand, while rummaging in the letter basket.
"Don't look for it, you see your hands are so dirty and sweaty. You will mess up other people's letters in a while. If people can't find you, they have to come and trouble me." A short staff member was impatient. He said: "The letter from your village was delivered the day before yesterday. If you don't have it, you don't have it. If you dig out all the letter with me, it's impossible to get it. Save your energy, don't stay with me on such a hot day. Heat stroke here! Go back early, and a few hours later, when it rains heavily, you won't be able to go back!"
Wen Li read every letter, and it was true that it was not sent by Teacher Luo.
She had to straighten up and asked unwillingly, "Eldest sister, is it possible that the distribution was wrong, and our Maoyi Village distribution went to another village?"
"Hey! I said what happened to you little girl? Are you questioning our work?" The short and thin woman stood up from the rattan chair and looked at Wen Li, "I have worked here for more than 20 years. , never made a mistake! If you don't believe me, don't go back tonight, just stay here and see how I distribute the letters tomorrow!"
"That's not what I meant." Wen Li became anxious, "Mr. Luo sends letters to the children and girls every month. You have divided them several times, you must be clear, but he has not sent letters this month. …”
"Aren't you going to ask yourself?"
"I don't have his contact details."
"That's weird. He sent a letter to your village without an address on the envelope?"
"Only the post office address. Mr. Luo said that we are not allowed to contact him proactively."
The short and thin woman slowly shook the palm fan, "Then there's no way. Hey, isn't it just a bunch of photos? I didn't send it, it's not money. When he didn't send you photos before, didn't you have a good time? all right?"
Wen Li bit his lower lip, seeing that he really couldn't find the letter, so he had to turn around and leave the town post office.
It was the rainy season, and the heat and humidity in Shetu Town was unbearable. Wen Li was wearing long-sleeved trousers and a straw hat on his head. After walking under the sun for a while, he felt a little unbearable, and hurriedly ran to the shade of a tree. , take out the water in the basket to quench thirst.
Shetu Town is separated from neighboring countries by a mountain, far away from the central city with developed economy and culture in China. People have to live by, and their vision is blocked. The situation in the town is relatively good, but the following villages have followed the bad habits of the past few hundred years. .
Being poor is not scary, what is scary is being poor without thinking.
is forgotten by society as a whole.
Wen Li is not from Shetu Town, but a volunteer who came here three years ago to participate in poverty alleviation construction.
When she first arrived, she was ambitious, staying for a month, but gradually began to suspect that she was incapable of helping the people who lived here.
Over the years, she took root in Maoyi Village and Mao Er Village, and saw with her own eyes that girls here were sold to neighboring countries and ordered by men at will.
Both villages practice the system of polygamy and multiple concubines, which is against the law, but no one manages them. Many girls who are accepted as concubines are under the age of 14. When they marry, they must bow down to their husbands to show their loyalty.
The power to be educated is like a fantasy for them, and the vast majority of them have stopped seeing themselves as human beings even after a long period of cultural brainwashing.
This means that they will not fight for any rights and futures for themselves, or even discover their beauty as women.
Wen Li wanted to help them, but didn't know where to start.
There is an old saying among the people, "It is better to teach him how to fish than to give him a fish." However, Wen Li tried to raise money for them, taught them to read, and even asked a craftsman to teach them to make souvenirs with the characteristics of their hometown, but there was still no light in their eyes.
Wen Liming said that the fundamental reason is in their thinking. They are already slaves to patriarchal and patriarchal power. If their thinking does not change, it is useless to teach them how to fish.
How can thinking change
Take them to see the outside world
Let them know how normal women live
The former can't do it, they can't leave this heavy mountain at all.
The latter can be tried.
Wen Li kept explaining to the women in the village what the city looked like and what women of the same age were doing every day.
But few people are willing to listen, and even fewer are willing to think after listening.
At the beginning of last year, Wen Li despaired of the status quo. She felt that she had done everything she could, and she still couldn't change this place - even one person.
She intends to leave Mao Yi Village and Mao Er Village, and never set foot in Shetu Town again.
But just as she was preparing to leave, an elderly tour group came to the village.
They came from all over the country, all men in their 50s and 60s. They formed a group in Liuqi City. Many of them carried professional cameras and said they wanted to take pictures of the beautiful mountains and rivers here.
There are few guests in Shetu Town. As a poverty alleviation volunteer, Wen Li is one of the few people in the town who can speak Mandarin fluently, so he was called by the town officials to show everyone.
Wen Li's ambition was no longer in Shetu Town, and he was reluctant to lead the team, and was approached several times by a man surnamed Luo on the way.
"Your outfit is very distinctive, so be a model for me," the man said.
Wen Li's facial features are decent, and his appearance is not particularly attractive in the city, but in the countryside, in the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters, he looks particularly dusty.
She is not against taking pictures, and she chatted with the man casually after taking pictures.
Men claim that their biggest hobby is street photography. Every day when they are free, they go to the street to photograph beautiful girls.
Wen Li knew about street photography, but when he heard the man say that, he was still a little surprised, "Are you in your sixties?"
"What about being in your 60s?" The man said happily, "You can discover beauty and appreciate beauty even in your 60s! I have no hobbies in the first half of my life. I only know how to make money to support my family, so that my mother-in-law and son can live without worrying about food or food. I don't have a hobby at all. I don't even think about it at all. When I lived at this age, I suddenly figured out that I have to have a hobby!"
Wen Li was vaguely inspired.
"Come on, little girl, let me show you the pictures I took." The man said, pointing out the photo albums in the camera and showing them to Wen Li, "Isn't it beautiful? I took them all, every time I look at them When they are so energetic, I feel like I am alive too!"
Wen Li looked at the bright women in the photo album, and suddenly thought of the dull-eyed women in the village.
She has always been dedicated to telling them about the beauty of the outside world and describing the life that modern women should have.
But she doesn't have the most intuitive image on hand!
The stars on TV are glamorous, but that's too far away, and something too far isn't enough to shake the heart.
Isn't what she's missing are these pictures of ordinary women
When they see these pictures and stimulate their senses over and over, do their minds change
Do they still think that they should be bound in this small village and dedicate their lives to their husbands, fathers, and brothers
Wen Li suddenly felt her blood burning angrily. She excitedly told the man what she had seen and heard here, as well as the efforts she had put in. Her eyes flushed several times until tears could not help falling.
The man was confused at first, then his expression gradually became focused, and finally nodded frequently, took out a pack of tissues, and handed it to Wen Li.
"I used to be a teacher." The man said, "I'm just a teacher with no skills. If I don't teach well, I can only draw on the blackboard. But..."
The man's tone changed, "I still remember what the old principal said to me when I left school and found another way out. He said - teaching is to educate people, but educating people is not limited to schools, Ronaldinho, teachers are poor, you have to I won't stop you when your wife and children plan for the future, but I hope you remember that when you have the ability in the future, you should help those who you can help, which is also a form of educating people."
Wen Li whispered, "Mr. Luo..."
"Is there a place in town to print photos?" the man asked.
"Yes!" Wen Li excitedly said, "I'll take you there!"
That day, the man printed out all the photos in the camera, and Wen Li showed them to the women in the village.
Before leaving, the man said, "I still have a lot of photos at home. I will sort them out after I go back and send them once a month. I hope they can help the women and children here."
"Yes!" Wen Li burst into tears, "Mr. Luo, can you give me your contact information?"
The man hesitated for a while, then declined: "I don't want my family to know that my wife... may not understand."
Because of the photos and renewed hope, Wen Li did not leave Shetu Town as planned. When the men were not at home, she looked at the photos with the women and repeatedly told them that you were not born to be like this.
The visual stimulation is amazing, and no one will not be moved by beauty and vitality, so they can look forward to it and yearn for it.
It's a slow process, but it's happening - Wen Li has noticed that the eyes of young women and little girls have changed first, then older women, who look at the photos with bright faces, as if imagining themselves in beautiful clothes , put on fashion makeup.
They asked cautiously: "Are the people in the photo really our age? They're not celebrities? Just ordinary people?"
"Yes!" Wen Li said, "They are all ordinary people in big cities, just like us!"
The atmosphere in the village and town is slowly changing. What women look forward to most every month is to receive a photo from Teacher Luo.
In the past six months, there have been not only foreign and confident women in the photos, but also lovely and beautiful children.
Teacher Luo said in the letter: It is difficult to change the previous generation, but it is much easier to change the new generation. Let’s also show the children pictures of children of the same age, and hope that they will have dreams since childhood.
More than a year of nurturing has begun to bear fruit. A 13-year-old girl refused to marry and fought hard. With the help of her mother, she fled from Maoyi Village to the Shetu Township Government. Now she is studying in Liuqicheng, which belongs to Shetu Town.
Wen Li really wanted to tell Teacher Luo about this, but he couldn't get in touch with Teacher Luo, and this month, Teacher Luo's letter was delayed.
"What happened to you?" Wen Li said anxiously to himself under the shade of a tree, and finally made up his mind when a dull thunder rolled across the sky—
"I'll find you!"