"In the late 1980s, people in that era were still quite dutiful and did not work well. But there were always one or two families, just like the only two troublemakers in the class, and they were always restless and had something to do in every few days."

The person in front of me was talking nonstop. I took a sip of Li Ke in a daze, my eyes were a little hazy, and my eyes were filled with tears from overwork. I couldn't see who was talking to me, and I didn't know who this person was. Since I left, I started because of the excessive disorder of the biological clock, coupled with the serious sleepiness and alcohol poisoning, I was very sleepy. Now it was twelve o'clock again, and I always wanted to sleep after lunch. I was really unable to get excited, and my head was in a state of confusion, just listening mechanically.

"She married her mother to the next city when she was seven or eight years old. At first, the family was well and the man also had some savings. Later, when the laughter of their family disappeared, they replaced it. They often heard crying, beating and scolding on the floor. Later we found out that it was Yan Xinmei's stepfather who was doing business and lost a lot. She was still deceived by a friend who thought she was a life-and-death relationship. This blow was disheartened and lived a drunken life every day. You can often hear the behind their doors shouting, "Do you look down on me, either?' What's the use of raising you stinky girls?', etc., it's so ugly. In fact, this is fine, and I'll say even more ugly.

Later, after a long time, the woman could not stand the days of being beaten and angry, so she ran away secretly, but her daughter did not take her away, leaving her alone. Needless to say, the girl's life was better than not, and her stepfather only brought burdens to the family every day. The girl had to go out to work at a young age, and her life was extremely miserable. Life was hard, and the most serious thing was that the family was lacking but urgent, and she was too eager to ask for money. The girl started to just carry plates and deliver leaflets. Not long after, she began to learn to dress up and dress up, enter the nightclub bar, and do some more difficult-to-speak "high-profit" jobs. However, not long after that, the man fell off the bridge when he went home after drinking too much in the middle of the night. So late, there was no one around and drowned at the bottom of the bridge. When her father died, she was only in her early twenties."

I squeezed my eyes hard and saw Officer Nan in front of me clearly. He sighed, "Later, Yan Xinmei's life slipped further and further down the downhill road, and naturally it gradually became what we had seen."

"Yan Xinmei changed her name after she and her mother remarried for the second time. I have never heard of her original name."

Officer Nan drank a glass of wine and continued absent-mindedly: "I have been to Yan Xinmei's house once. It was a lifeless house and I couldn't feel the vitality at all. It was like why the owner of the room was alive and alive, and he didn't have hope for the future and happiness."

"Ah... the world has changed. The family has been suffering for a lifetime. Now they are about to live a good life, but they are gone." Police Officer Nan shook his head and rubbed his blood-red eyes hard. "Okay, don't soak here. It's New Year's Eve in a few days. Go home."

I nodded perfunctorily. Officer Nan got up and told me the final word and left. I saw that he could no longer hold on and wanted to go home and sleep for a while. When I stood up, I remembered that he wanted to hand over Yuncai's gun to him. I didn't know why I talked about Yan Xinmei's case, but instead put the gun on it. Oh, my brain is really not good, so I knocked my head and went home.

The next day, at around 7 o'clock in the morning on January 23, the phone ringtone rang, and I suddenly woke up at home in the empty house. I got up from the bed with a headache and unlocked my phone. It turned out to be Liu Fengshan's phone number.

"That... Kang Dan."

As soon as I picked up my phone, I heard his voice drop a little

"The person who went to the factory search you mentioned has returned..."

As soon as I heard this, I guessed what Liu Fengshan would say afterwards. Sure enough, he said to me with deep self-blame in his words.

"There is really no man. It took a lot of time to form a team temporarily, and there were various procedures... It took a whole week to take action. If I had listened to you earlier..." He took a deep breath. "The people who went there found that a fire in the abandoned factory recently had a big fire, and it was burned so much that there was no residue left. And... Such an abandoned Liao Wuyan place would suddenly catch fire and something... It was too suspicious... I would have known this before I could go there..."

Liu Fengshan finally realized that what we were talking about was very likely to be the facts, and realized that it was probably his own distrust that gave the prisoner an opportunity to destroy the evidence, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Actually, this is the best in a sense," I said. "The prisoner obviously has a strong control over that place. If you go by yourself, something may not happen. It is better to destroy the evidence. If this price makes the police seriously, it will not be a loss. It is better to concentrate on investigating the guy we brought back."

He apologized again and agreed

"Well, I think I should focus on that vulture."

Then he was silent for a long time, and Ai asked me from it: "So... Teacher Xing is indeed..."

"Ah, sorry, he died in the factory - you always call him Teacher Xing, did he teach you?"

"Yes, how to be a policeman, how to be an upright criminal policeman... It was taught by Teacher Xing. I turned out to be a young boy, if it weren't for Teacher Xing..." He sniffed, "Let's do you cry for now, don't look like a man at all. I'll see what I can ask from the vulture's mouth. I'll contact you when there is any result."

I said my voice and hung up the phone, washed up briefly, changed the medicine on my arms in front of the mirror, and removed the bandage on my eyes that had already been swollen. I sat quietly in the room, and used my brain to adjust my mind to the vision of both eyes to sort out my thoughts. I thought it was indeed important to return the gun at hand first, so I put on my clothes and rushed to the police station.

I really wanted to contact Andeng. When I turned on my phone, there were more than a dozen missed calls, and three of them were Andeng. But the factory affairs tightened my nerves like the spirit behind me. I couldn't relax. I was afraid that the heavy negative emotions after the two met would affect their atmosphere. In addition, half of my face looked scarred, so I really couldn't see anyone. I struggled in my mind for a long time, but I still gave up the idea of ​​calling Andeng.

When I arrived at the police station, I did not walk towards the main entrance, but took a detour to the back door of the police station. Unlike ordinary police stations, the back door of the Xicheng Central Police Station has a double-open door, which is usually locked, but it is still the same today. But I walked to the door, took out the key, and naturally opened the door and entered through the back door.

Turn right after entering the back door, and it is a downward passage. When you come to the underground floor, you will pass through a corridor. This is why the police station has the door open behind it. Unlike the usual autopsy in the country, Xicheng, as a national criminal investigation, especially forensic anatomy research center, has its own professional facilities and places. Therefore, many of Kangling's colleagues often run around, participate in various studies or hold lectures and teaching at universities, etc.

I was familiar with the door and was about to go in as soon as I pushed it, but I found that the door was locked. I looked inside through the glass window and saw no one.

"Kang Ling, open the door quickly."

There was no movement, it was quiet inside, as if there was no one, but I didn't plan to leave at all. I just stood outside the door and waited for five minutes, but there was still no movement.

"Kangling, I know you're in there."

Finally, I heard Kang Ling sigh deflatedly. She walked out of the corner in a white coat, and went to the glass door, watching me impatiently open the door.

"How did you find out?"

"The white coat is hanging on the hanger."

"But... Isn't it a sign of my absence? I put it on purpose..."

"Generally speaking, but the pocket on the top is a little open. I know this one, you usually wear it from Wednesday. Today is Thursday, and that one should be washed. And at this time, how could the hardworking Kangling skip work?"

I smiled slightly, and Kang Ling cut at me.

"What are you doing--" Before Kang Ling finished asking, I turned around and picked up the notebook she used to record the autopsy results and looked through it. "Ahhh! That's why I don't want you to come here. I go around every time! You can't find the last hemostatic forceps after you came, so I have to buy one now!"

"See if you have handled any interesting cases recently. Who knows where you put the hemostatic forceps?" I shrugged.

"Just tell me what you are going to do..."

I saw that she was almost teasing, so I took out my pistol: "Who should I look for this thing?"

Kang Ling frowned slightly: "Please three revolvers in the police station. Just forget it if you always come to the police station to steal things and information. Did you steal all the guns this time? Do you know if you are going to jail?"

"I might be so stupid to steal the gun. This is taken by the police who died in the line of duty, and I will return the deceased."

Kang Ling looked at the wound on my face carefully and whispered, "I don't know what trouble I've gotten in again, it's really..." Then she became a little serious and said, "Then just go upstairs and find someone casually. Why do you want to take a turn for me?"

"I haven't been upstairs for several years, and I don't know anyone. I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly if I hold the gun in my hand."

"Hasn't you taken a case recently? What about the people you contact?"

"Two of the four people who can speak are dead, and two of them are not very stable."

“…”

Kang Ling sighed, and had the final say, and then told me that he would go to the warehouse manager Lao Li, who said that she asked me to go, and Lao Li would not ask too much. I nodded, thinking that I would find an excuse to see her at first glance, so I would leave for a moment. So I left and went up to the third floor, and the warehouse was on this floor.

The warehouse of the police station manages physical evidence and security at the same time. Two rooms are next to each other. An object has two names at the same time. However, it is often the time when the tearful incident happened. I found this old Li, without any explanation, and mentioned Kang Ling's name. He asked what he picked up next to the body. I followed him and said yes. He asked what the case was. I couldn't explain clearly, so he asked me to write down my name and the items in the sign-in book. He packed the pistol in a sealed plastic bag, labeled an unknown logo, wrote the date, and put it in the physical evidence basket.

I picked up the physical evidence and checked it in the book and saw it immediately attracted my attention. About a week ago, Yuncai handed over a piece of evidence. The subsequent case logo was Yan Xinmei's case.

I felt like I was instantly shocked by a faint electric shock.

Time was the day before he was arrested and kidnapped into the factory. The time happened to be right. I became nervous and I quickly checked carefully and found that what Yuncai had handed over was a stack of letters. I quickly asked Lao Li to take it out for me. He disagreed, so I asked Liu Fengshan to call him and promised to see it in front of him, but he still refused to take it out for me.

I was puzzled and asked, “Is this physical evidence that expensive?”

"Not it, the evidence was taken away the day before yesterday. The person in charge of Yan Xinmei's case was taken away and not placed here."

When I thought about how to handle the case, I took the evidence out casually. Who is doing things so irregularly?

Of course I asked who it was. Lao Li called me. As soon as he called, he was a girl who had investigated the Hu Xuri case with us. She ran to Yan Xinmei's hometown next door to collect evidence and would not come back in three days. I wanted to directly confront the content of the letter on the phone, but she said there was too much content and couldn't tell it on the phone. I had no choice but to go back and wait for three days like a stone in my stomach. After three days, I immediately rushed to ask her for the stack of letters.

"It's you, I'm really reluctant to give up. Come to my desk."

"The letter has been kept at your desk?"

"Yes," she naturally realized what I meant and smacked her lips. "Then I can't let you turn over my desk casually if I'm not at home, right? They are all important things. Can't I take responsibility if they are leaked?"

I shook my head and remained silent. The policewoman led me to the office area on the second floor, walked to her compartment, bent down to turn over the table, flipped through for a while, and said with a whisper, and said nothing.

"There is no stuff?" I asked.

The female policewoman looked around and stood to ask the young policeman in the cubicle next to her: "Who touched my thing when I left?"

The police said no, at least he didn't see it.

The policewoman frowned, cursed a few words in a low voice, and turned to me: "I can't find it anymore. If you have anything, just ask me directly. I've seen it and told you directly."

"Why do you look for it again?"

"Then you don't have to wait until when."

I thought it was the same, so I said, then listen to her first, now listen to her side, and then ask her to look for it first, and I will only read it once after I find it.

According to the female policewoman, these letters are all communicated with each other, and the number of letters is very large, all sent to public mailboxes. The mail sent is sent to the post office near the police station, and the mail sent is the post office near Dongxing Street. They are all letters circulating within Xicheng City. Why do you still need to communicate with letters in a city? Why do you choose such an ancient way of communication?

The date of the letter started from 19 years ago and lasted until a month. There was no specific name written, only Mr. Wang and Ms. Liu and their phone numbers. The name was written with only one last name, and I was afraid that this last name would be fake. Maybe the person who sent the letter thought the letter was a very confidential way, but that was ridiculous. Now, you need an ID card for mailing points. The name can be fake, but the record must be true. You can check it at the post office and you can find the identity information. Moreover, the phone number must not be fake, otherwise the letter cannot be received, which is also a clue that can be checked. There are many loopholes, and it is hard to imagine that the letter was used to communicate for confidentiality reasons.

The general question was almost done, and I asked the content of the letter again.

"No, the physical evidence itself only has the envelope, and nothing inside is there."

My eyes rolled, and I thought for a while and said, "Then how do you confirm that this thing has something to do with Yan Xinmei's case?"

"Because someone saw Officer Xing go to the post office to get these letters?"

"Officer Xing?" I really didn't expect to hear his name at this time. "Why did Officer Xing go back to the post office..."

Suddenly, I remembered that Dongxing Street was near where Yan Xinmei lived. No wonder I always felt it was familiar when I was talking. So Xing Guoyi was always communicating with Yan Xinmei? I asked quickly.

The policewoman was calm and said for granted, "Yes, the two have been communicating."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"Why, isn't it normal for people to communicate with each other?"

"Family?" I was puzzled.

"Yes, Yan Xinmei is Xing Guoyi's sister, and everyone in the whole world knows it."

I blinked my eyes and then I remembered, by the way, what Officer Nan told me about Yan Xinmei and Xing Guoyi earlier. I was confused at the time and both of them were quite misleading. The two had different surnames. It seemed that they were just changing their names after remarrying. Wait a minute... Nan said that the girl was not taken away at that time, that is, she actually took away Xing Guoyi, who was still young? Xing Guoyi grew up in such a family since childhood. And his father's atrocities against the women in his family... He always watched by the sidelines?

The indescribable heaviness was full of concentration in my heart, and something messy was slowly taking shape in front of my eyes.

"Well, everyone didn't doubt him at first, but now Team Xing has been missing for a whole week, and everyone is looking for him, which makes some people a little suspicious of him." She looked at both sides and saw that there was no one around her. She came over and asked me quietly: "Hey, there are rumors that Team Xing is dead, and she also said that what you saw with your own eyes is true or not?"

I nodded for now and said yes, but I was anxious to sort out the question of the letter left by Yuncai, and cut off Xing Guoyi's topic on his own and asked directly: "Do you still remember the phone number on the envelope? It's best to give me the date. I will follow these two clues to investigate."

The policewoman looked at me with great interest: "I can't remember it, but there are backup photos on the computer, I'll find them for you."

She grabbed the mouse and tapped it, and then it was like an instant déjà vu. She looked for two minutes again, and said, "Why... is gone? I remember that it was indeed saved in this folder... it is gone?"

My eyes became thinner, and I climbed up my back with a chill, and I felt like an ant was slowly crawling over my heart - it was the touch of a conspiracy.

Two days later, January 28, early morning.
To be continued...