Thinking about it carefully, Chu Ping shuddered. Recalling the scenes of his previous interactions with the security guard, Chu Ping instantly felt like he had seen a ghost.
"It's really a hell."
"What about the others?"
Han Sanpin had never known the security guard before, so when Xiao Liu said that Song Shouzhe had died twelve years ago, he had nothing to worry about. He just thought it was a common thing.
"There is nothing else. I only found out that he fell into the water and died twelve years ago."
Han Sanpin turned his head and glanced at Chu Ping, and happened to see Chu Ping frowning and thinking.
"Chu Ping, did you remember it wrong? How could a person who died twelve years ago be related to the dismemberment case? I remember you just said that Song Shouzhe was also a security guard of the company? I asked here before
Manager Guo, he said that the only security guard here before you was Xiao Wu."
"What about Xiao Wu before?" Chu Ping raised his head and glanced at Han Sanpin, "Since Manager Guo told you about Xiao Wu in the previous security room, then he should know when Xiao Wu came here, then Xiao Wu's previous security guard
Who is it again? Can he tell it?"
Han Sanpin fell into deep thought. He had also asked about this matter, but Manager Guo seemed to have a blank memory and couldn't remember who was the security guard before Xiao Wu.
At that time, Han Sanpin did not notice the seriousness of the matter and did not continue to ask. At this time, Chu Ping brought it up again, and Han Sanpin felt that there was something wrong.
Ordinary people may forget the name or even the appearance of a person from long ago, but there will always be some fragments imprinted in his memory, so even if the memory lasts for a long time, he will still think of it, so that he will not have any impression at all.
.
What's more, Xiao Wu has only been in the company for half a year.
Chu Ping did not speak to Han Sanpin anymore, but looked at Xiao Liu.
"Have you found out the mysterious symbols in the lobby on the first floor?"
Chu Ping still remembered that when he first entered the gate of the bus company's residential building today, he saw a strange symbol painted on the ground with human blood in the main hall.
It was like a demon from hell, secretly observing itself in the cracks of hell.
"This has not been found, but the people from the forensics department are working on it, and the results should be available soon."
Xiao Liu was still very convinced of the senior Chu Ping, especially the rumors about Chu Ping when he was in the police academy.
"Well, that should be important."
At this time, Chu Ping completely replaced Han Sanpin's position and directly began to guide Xiao Liu's work.
Xiao Liu left, and Chu Ping turned to look at Han Sanpin.
"Third uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. When will Yanyan go back to school? I'll see her off then."
"Don't think that you can leave just by gesticulating here. Come back with me to make notes and go through the procedures, and then you can leave. Yanyan can probably stay at home for about half a month. Then you can
Just go and see her off."
When Chu Ping saw that he didn't run away, he chuckled, and then stood obediently behind Han Sanpin.
By the time Chu Ping came out of the police station, it was already noon. The company had been cordoned off because of Xiao Wu's incident, and no one else was allowed to approach.
Chu Ping, the security guard, is naturally no exception.
"You're not going to lose your job right now? You finally found a job..."
Chu Ping sat in his white second-hand Jetta, and then took the black stuffed doll in his arms.
It's as cold as holding an ice cube in your hand.
Chu Ping knew that it was the resentment inside the puppet.
"No. 10 said, it's full of despair and fear, but how should I use it? You can't just throw it at someone when you see them, right?"
Chu Ping weighed the dark doll, and then smiled bitterly. He always felt that a big reason why No. 10 gave this to him was that No. 10 didn't know what the cursed doll did.
He casually threw the black stuffed doll into the front windshield of the car, and without paying any more attention, he drove directly towards the flea market.
"I've run out of sticks, so I have to find some useful things that I can get my hands on."
Chu Ping's black swinging stick had been twisted into a twist when he was in Jinhua Community, and could not be used at all.
"By the way, let's see what Old Xie is doing there."
The car soon arrived at the flea market. As usual, it was still crowded with people, but most of them were people looking for some good things in exchange.
"Look here, look here, Bohu's calligraphy and paintings, pictures of chickens pecking at rice, is there anyone knowledgeable?"
What Chu Ping heard was new, and he wanted to see what Bohu's picture of a chicken pecking at rice was, so he went in and took a look. He saw an older brother wearing Mickey Mouse half-sleeves, holding up a calligraphy and painting in his hand.
, hawking there.
Looking carefully at the calligraphy and painting, Chu Ping almost laughed out loud. It clearly showed an immature chicken pecking at millet grains scattered on the ground in the sun.
"It's like a chicken pecking rice...but it's a little too crude."
Chu Ping looked at the chick outlined with crooked lines and smiled secretly.
The crowd dispersed, and Chu Ping took the opportunity to walk in front of Mickey Mouse.
"Brother, long time no see."
Chu Ping randomly picked up a calligraphy and painting on the stall, and then opened it. It was fine at first, and it looked like a scene of chasing someone under the moon.
As the calligraphy and painting slowly opened, the night sky, the moon, and the scene of two people chasing each other appeared in front of Chu Ping.
Just when Chu Ping was sighing that there were still some good things in Mickey Mouse's stall, he suddenly discovered that one of the two people below was riding a bicycle, while the other was sitting on a motorcycle.
"Brother, your calligraphy and painting are somewhat casual."
Brother Mickey Mouse grabbed the calligraphy and painting, and then said with a smile: "This is called the perfect collision of modernity and the past, liberal style, an emerging genre. Why are you free to come here today?"
Obviously, Mickey Mouse still remembers Chu Ping.
Chu Ping took out a cigarette and handed it to Mickey Mouse, and then asked: "Why did you move here? I remember your previous stall was inside. There was a lot of traffic there, and the calligraphy and painting were misleading...
·No, it’s easy to sell.”
"Now it has become a fixed stall and has started to be rented out. People like me who can't afford the rent have to change places and have to hide from the urban management. Now they have become guerrillas."
After Brother Mickey Mouse said this, he grabbed an older brother who just passed by and tried his best to sell his calligraphy and paintings to him.
Seeing that the big brother was about to raise his hand to hit someone, Mickey Mouse finally gave up and sat back in his seat with a sigh again.
"Where is Lao Xie Tou? Where is he selling his stall now?"
"His stall was demolished and he is no longer here."
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