A pot of wine between the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.
Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and form three people against each other.
The moon is not able to drink, and the shadow disciple follows me.
Temporarily accompany the shadow of the moon, and the music must be in the spring.
My song month is wandering, and my dancing shadow is messy.
They have sex when they wake up, and they disperse when they get drunk.
Eternal knot ruthless travel, looking forward to Miao Yunhan.
Carefully savoring the song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", one can fully feel Li Bai's loneliness. At the moment of the bright moon, among the fragrant flowers, such a beautiful scenery can only invite the moon to drink with your own shadow, how helpless and lonely it is. However, in the eyes of the poet, loneliness can also be a kind of enjoyment, at least with shadows.
Everyone has a shadow that belongs to him. Not only is he loyal, but he never leaves. If he regards the shadow as a friend, he will naturally not feel lonely. However, what kind of terrifying experience would it be if it was not a familiar shadow, but an evil ghost that suddenly appeared in the mirror
My lord, Mu Shenyu, is a criminal policeman who belongs to the conspiracy team that specializes in handling strange cases. Because of my work, I often come into contact with some bizarre cases. In this case, I will deal with an evil ghost hiding in a mirror...
"Do you feel pressured?" Viagra suddenly threw an inexplicable question, and then kept complaining to us, "Since I was recruited by the boss to work as a temporary worker, I have spent every day on data entry without technical content. Among them, it is no different from doing manual work. I think back then, as long as I made up a Trojan horse, I could put my feet up and wait to count the money. Whenever there is a new hardware application, no matter how much the price is BT, I will get it as soon as possible. Back to research. But now? I can't even get the money for a CPU! As the greatest hacker of the century, I'm under a lot of pressure."
Although Viagra often complains that he is the only temporary worker in the conspiracy team, and that the boss does not allow him to do any illegal activities, even downloading pirated software, we have long been surprised by this. However, this time his complaint rarely resonated with everyone. And the first to respond was actually Xueqing, who has always been taciturn.
"Well, I also feel a lot of pressure." Although Xueqing didn't explain the source of the pressure, I guess she was referring to Fu Bin.
Since the last time he cooperated with Fu Bin, he always found opportunities to come and stroll. Although he has different excuses every time, his purpose is very obvious, that is, he wants to mend his relationship with Xueqing. However, the effect does not seem to be ideal, and Xueqing still ignores him to this day.
Zhen Zhen also complained to everyone, saying that many classmates, relatives and friends got married recently, and every time she attended a wedding banquet, someone would always ask her about her love life, and even offered to introduce some young talents to her. Especially her aunt, every time she met her father, Uncle Shrimp, she would always ask: "Has Xiao Zhen talked about a boyfriend?" As if she was afraid that she would not be able to marry. This made her feel very tired. She was only 24 years old, so why should she be so anxious about marriage
As soon as Zhen Zhen finished speaking, Viagra and Miaomiao's eyes immediately fell on me, as if I should take full responsibility for this. Zhen Zhen also realized that this topic was too sensitive, and her face turned rosy in an instant. In order to avoid embarrassment, I immediately opened the topic and told everyone that I was under a lot of pressure. Because the boss always asks to solve the case within a time limit, and in his eyes, it should be solved.
"I also feel a lot of pressure..."
Miaomiao, who has always been regarded as having no troubles, even frowned after hearing our complaints. When we were curious about her troubles, the eldest eldest walked in from outside and raised the file folder in Yang's hand, "Will you be more stressed than this six-year-old girl?" Then he threw the file to me.
After flipping through the files, I couldn't help frowning and said, "A six-year-old kid actually hanged himself in a phone booth? That's ridiculous!"
The boss nodded and said, "It's really ridiculous, but according to the evidence at the scene, there is no possibility of homicide. Although the colleague who handled the case claimed that it was an accident to the family of the deceased, he had no idea when he said this."
"It wasn't a murder, it wasn't an accident, it could only be suicide. But is it possible for a six-year-old girl to commit suicide?" Zhen Zhen also frowned.
"If I knew, would I still need to waste taxpayers' money to pay you wages?" The boss widened his small eyes and roared, "Don't hurry up and investigate!"
Zhen Zhen and I fled under the roar of the boss. When we walked to the door, I heard Viagra whispering to Miaomiao: "What pressure are you having?"
Miaomiao frowned, and replied sadly, "I've been thinking about it all morning, but I haven't decided whether to go to sushi with my friends tonight, or to eat PIZZA."
Hearing Miaomiao's answer, I almost didn't fall, but Viagra's next words made me vomit blood even more: "Take me too, I've been eating instant noodles for three days."
According to the information, the crime scene of this case was opposite the county experimental middle school, in a telephone booth in front of the stationery store. The deceased, a six-year-old girl named Cai Shaomeng, was found with her neck stuck on the phone line and had stopped breathing. Although at the height of the deceased, when standing, the neck cannot reach the height of the telephone line. But under the phone booth, a steel pipe 30 centimeters above the ground has the shoe print of the deceased person. From this, it is inferred that the deceased may have climbed up on the steel pipe and stretched his neck to the telephone line to "suicide". However, is it possible for a six-year-old girl to commit suicide
The deceased's residence was next to the stationery store, but Tan Hao, the proprietress of the stationery store, was the first to find out. Therefore, Zhen Zhen and I went to the stationery store to find out the situation.
We walked into the stationery store, which was only three meters away from the phone booth where the crime occurred, and found that there were not many stationery for sale here, and more toys of all kinds were placed in the store. I asked Tan Hao, the owner of the shop, about the deceased's situation. When she talked about it, she seemed very confused: "It's so strange. I still can't believe that Shaomeng is dead."
"Do you know the dead?" I asked.
"I've watched her grow up, so to speak..." she sighed softly, then told us something about the dead man—
It should be two years ago, Lao Cai opened a restaurant next door with a family of young and old. At that time, Shaomeng was only three or four years old, but he was more well-behaved than children of the same age. He seldom cried and would not hinder others from doing things. Because we are neighbors, and we are all in the student business, so when the students are in class, Shaomeng will come to play with me.
The little girl is very curious about everything, and as you can see, I have toys everywhere, so every time she comes over, she stares at the toys in the store with bright eyes. I know she wants to play with these toys, but she doesn't play with whatever she sees, or pester her parents to buy this and that, like other children. She is very well-behaved, she never touches my things, and she always asks me if I can play anything she wants to play. Of course, when she first moved in, she wasn't very fluent. At that time, she usually pointed to something she wanted to play with, looked at me expectantly, and called me "Auntie" timidly.
If other wild kids came to play, I usually chased them away impatiently, but she was an exception. And seeing her so well-behaved, I often give her some small toys. Her favorite is Pleasant Goat. Every time I give her something from Pleasant Goat, she will be happy for a long time, even if I only give her a small sticker.
Alas, now I don't see her innocent smile anymore...
She shook her head and sighed, as sad as the loss of a loved one. Zhen Zhen comforted her not to be too sad, after all, people cannot be resurrected from the dead. After she calmed down a little, I asked her about the situation at the time of the incident.
"Actually, I didn't know what was going on at the time..." After thinking for a moment, she told us about the situation at that time—
It was evening, and the students had already returned to school for evening repairs, and the street was very deserted. There is usually no business at this time of the week, so I didn't pay attention to the unexpected situation and watched TV intently. It was about 7:35 when a regular customer walked into the store. He was very strange when he came in, and looked back as he walked. I asked him what happened? He pointed to the phone booth outside and said, "What happened to that little girl?"
I looked at the phone booth and saw Shaomeng standing there.
Shaomeng is a child who is afraid of the dark, and usually doesn't run out to play alone at night, so I took a few more glances. I didn't notice a problem at first, but the more I looked, the more it felt wrong because she had her hands down and she wasn't supposed to be that tall. I thought she had something like a brick under her feet, but when I looked under her feet, I found that her feet were hanging in the air.
When I realized something was wrong, I screamed and ran over immediately. However, when I ran to the phone booth, it was already too late...
After listening to her narration, I raised two questions, one is whether the time she said is accurate, and the other is who is this "regular customer"
For these two questions, she gave the answer without thinking: "It was not long after the news broadcast, it should be around 7:35, the error will not exceed one minute. As for the people who come to buy things, It is Wang Xi, a teacher at Wangcun Primary School. He likes to write with calligraphy. He often comes to me to buy ink, rice paper, etc. Not long ago, he asked me to help him buy some high-quality rice paper. These rice papers came. But he was probably freaked out and left without buying anything that night."
Zhen Zhen looked at the crowded streets outside and asked, "Did no one else find out what happened to the deceased at that time?"
Tan Hao shook his head and said, "No, students have to study late at night. Once it gets dark, the whole street will become very deserted, and it will be lively only after school."
We didn't find anything special in Tan Hao's mouth, so we went to the Lao Cai restaurant next door, preparing to learn about the situation from the family of the deceased.
It was dinner time, but when we entered the restaurant, we found that the store was very deserted, with only two men and two women inside. One of them, an old man who was packing tables and chairs, saw us coming in, and told us that the restaurant was not doing business right now, and he had to go somewhere else if he wanted to eat.
After I revealed my identity and purpose to him, I learned that he was Zhou Jian, the grandfather of the deceased. He told me that since the accident of their granddaughter, they had no intention of continuing to run the restaurant, and were planning to transfer it to others, and then return to their hometown with the family.
The truth may indeed be as he said, the restaurant seems to be shrouded in a gloomy cloud, a man sitting at the table near the kitchen, staring blankly at the photo in his hand, the ashtray on the table is full of cigarette butts. I think he should be Cai Heng, the father of the deceased. The mother of the deceased, Zhou Qiong, sat in the corner, tears of grief silently flowing down her pale face. Zhou Jian's wife repeatedly wiped the table with mechanical movements, as if to numb the sadness in his heart.
I sat down opposite Cai Heng, and after a few words of comforting courtesy, I asked him about the deceased. He didn't answer me right away, and he didn't even look away from the photo in his hand, as if he didn't hear me at all, and continued smoking one cigarette after another. After a long silence, he suddenly threw out a sentence: "It can't be an accident, Shaomeng must have been murdered!"
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"It can't be an accident, it's definitely not an accident..." He lit another cigarette, perhaps because he was too excited, and his hands trembled a little, "Shaomeng is very afraid of the dark, so after dark, he wouldn't dare to run outside alone, if it wasn't for someone Tell her to go out, and she will stay in the house obediently."
"Mr. Cai, although I also think that Ling Ai's death may be a little strange, I can't use your subjective judgment as evidence." I also lit a cigarette and asked softly, "Can you describe the situation at that time in detail? tell us?"
He snuffed out the cigarette butt and scratched his head with both hands in distress. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to tell us the situation at that time—
The day after the dinner market was over, my wife and my parents-in-law were cleaning the storefront while I was cooking dinner for everyone in the kitchen. Everyone was so busy that no one had time to take care of Shaomeng, so she had to watch TV alone in the back hall. She was like that every night. She stayed in the back hall obediently. She had never had any problems before, but something happened that night.
It should have been around 7:30 when I heard Shaomeng seem to be talking to someone. I originally wanted to see who came in in the back hall, but I was copying the dishes and couldn't leave for a while. I think it should be the child next door who came to play with her. Usually, there are often children who come to play with her, so I don't care. But I never imagined that something would happen to her when she was just cooking a dish.
About ten minutes later, my father-in-law suddenly rushed in and said to me, "Something happened to Shaomeng, go out and have a look." I threw the spoon and ran out immediately. As soon as I went out, I saw Shaomeng lying next to the phone booth. The woman is blowing into her mouth. Mother-in-law and Sister Tan next door were also standing there.
I ran over and asked my mother-in-law what was going on. She was so anxious that she cried and couldn't even speak clearly, so I had to ask Sister Tan. Sister Tan told me, just now Shaomeng didn't know why, her neck was stuck on the phone line, and when she found out, Shaomeng's hands and feet were already cold...
Just like I asked Tan Hershey before, after listening to Cai Heng's narration, I also raised two questions, one is the accuracy of the time, and the other is whether it is certain that an outsider has entered the back room.
For the first question, he gave me a positive answer and explained: "I steamed a fish that night. In order not to steam the fish too old, I would check the time every time I steamed the fish. When the fish was put in the steamer, I heard Shaomeng talking to others, it must be 7:30."
Regarding the second question, he is also very sure: "Shaomeng usually doesn't talk to herself for no reason. At that time, I heard her talking in the back hall. Someone must have come in. And she is very afraid of the dark. If someone didn't come in. Tell her to go out, she will never run out alone."
I followed him into the back hall to check, and found that the back hall had a door leading to the street outside, and the kitchen was next door to the back hall. It stands to reason that if someone comes in and talks to Shaomeng, he should be able to hear it. However, this must be done in a quiet premise.
The kitchen is not a quiet place. Various kitchen utensils such as steamer and exhaust fan will make a lot of noise. In this case, even if it is only separated by a wall, it is not possible to hear someone next door clearly. And more importantly, he only heard Shaomeng's voice, but did not hear any sound from the outsider in his mouth. If someone really came to find Shaomeng, it would be impossible not to say a word.
Although he repeatedly stressed that someone must have come in and called Shaomeng out at that time, the arguments he put forward were unconvincing. Even though I think this case is very suspicious, based on the current situation, it is possible that Shaomeng's death was just an accident.
"Phone! Before Shaomeng's accident, there was a suspicious call from the phone booth!" Perhaps because I didn't believe in the assumption of an outsider, he suddenly threw out another reason to support his claim.
According to information, there was a missed call at the phone booth at 7:32 on the night of the accident. A colleague who handled the case before had investigated the call and found out that it was from a stored-value mobile phone number, which was anonymous. used.
Colleagues handling the case believe that the call was a coincidence and had nothing to do with the case. I think he probably didn't think so when he recorded this judgment. However, the caller was an unregistered stored-value card, and it was impossible to find out who the user was, and naturally it was impossible to trace it as a clue. Therefore, we had to perfunctory on this crucial doubt.
Although Cai Heng believed that Shaomeng was murdered, we could not find any clues to help the investigation at this stage, so we had to leave first.
Just as we said goodbye to Cai Heng and were about to leave, Zhou Qiong, who had been sitting in the corner weeping sadly, suddenly muttered to herself, "Shaomeng must have been killed, otherwise it would not have been possible for her to die in ten days. Eight children died in a row, and all of them were named Cai…”