After saying that, she added: Do you remember that you once asked me to investigate Chen Wenhai, who died mysteriously? Now the results are available. Through my interviews with the elderly in their village, I finally learned that Chen Wenhai had a twin.
Brother, because his family was poor in the early years, he gave one away. Chen Wenhai is already in his fifties. More than forty years have passed since the incident, and many people died in the famine village back then, so he knows this matter very well.
few.
Another thing is the mystery of the death of the whole village of Sanlitun. The people in their village did die very strangely, but they didn't have their heads screwed off. The police who were in charge of the case did not think it was the work of monsters, and
We found clues, but for some reason, the people above were forcibly suppressing the case. The good news is that a policeman who was in charge of the case is still alive.
Then, she looked at me and said: Of course, the other bad news is that he already has Alzheimer's disease.
He is in a nursing home now. I can take you to see him.
I said: What's the use of seeing him when he's already demented? Why don't we go out and work hard to find the uncle's twin brother?
It means that they have recognized each other.
Now that we have known each other, how could this Northeastern girl not know that she has an uncle even after so many years?
Even if she really didn't know, then why did the uncle hide it from the people closest to her?
Don't you think it's very strange for someone who didn't even come to attend his own brother's funeral?
Jiuliang looked at me and said: When you say that, I think of two possibilities. First, why couldn't Chen Wenhai's brother die before Chen Wenhai (the Northeastern uncle) was killed? You caught him not attending the wedding.
One thing is not true.
Another laxity you mentioned is - how can you be sure that Chen Wenhai didn't tell your Northeastern girl that she had an uncle? You can guarantee me now that you can be sure that the so-called Northeastern girl didn't tell you that she had an uncle.
Are you lying? She actually knew about this uncle and told you not? These must be taken into consideration, great writer, I am smelling more and more conspiracy in this matter. Originally, I was leaning towards real supernatural beings, but now,
The human factor is becoming more and more obvious.
I heard what Jiuliang said made sense, so I said: Now all the people who have come into contact with me from the beginning to now can be investigated. If it is really not ghosts causing trouble, all the people who have come into contact with me must be investigated.
The first people to check were Huzi, Xigua, Lanxin, the trafficker who sold Huzi's wife, and even the Northeastern girl. And the middle-aged Miao man.
After saying that, I said with a grimace: But beauty, how do you explain that turtle? Where is the tombstone? How was the uncle's death? These are all things that cannot be understood with normal thinking.
She took a sip of tea, placed the tea cup heavily on the table, looked at me firmly, and said: Check, don't worry.
I found a hotel next to the police station and stayed temporarily. Firstly, it was convenient to contact Jiuliang. Secondly, it could also ensure my own safety. Just kidding, my buddy is the most important part. They are all being followed. Safety is a must.
To be protected.
I became a frequent visitor to the police station, and people from the criminal police team would greet me when they met. My familiarity with the people's police gave me a great sense of security, but because Jiuliang was a very cold-eyed, queen-type police officer
, she has many secret admirers and suitors in the police force. I kept coming to see her, which made many people I didn’t even know look at me. Some even appeared to trouble me for no reason and warned me to stay away from her.
Yes, it made me dumbfounded.
Let's not talk about it for the time being. Because of the nature of this matter, the leaders at Jiuliang have already said hello and let it go. She has no way to use her identity to investigate this matter. She can only communicate with him in a private capacity.
Together with me, we listed so many objects for investigation that we were overwhelmed and had no other choice. We temporarily shelved our plan to find the master who was like a god to my master. Instead, we went to the sanatorium first to find where the tiger cub was.
The massacre of villages in Sanlitun.
After Jiuliang and I arrived at the nursing home carrying fruits, we found the demented old man on the bench. Everyone can understand the unique welfare services. The old man's clothes were very worn and exuded a stench. We tried to follow him.
He communicated, thinking that if we were lucky, he would be sober just by chance, right? But God was not on our side, and no matter what we asked, he always had the same blank expression.
I once heard that even a madman would have something that could irritate his nerves, so I deliberately talked about the tragedy around the old man, but was disappointed again. Just when we were about to give up this clue, a sudden
The turning point has come.
The old man's daughter contacted us when she learned that we had looked for her old father. This was because when we visited the old man, I had registered the phone number at the gate. On the third night,
The person on the other side of the phone I received was a woman with a very treacherous voice. She said: Brother, I am xxx (because this respectable police officer has passed away now, and I don’t want to mention his name here again)
Daughter, I heard that you visited my father?
I said: Yes, I want to ask the old gentleman about some things, but unfortunately, the old gentleman is not in very good health now.
She said: We Ming people don't tell secrets. I know what you are looking for him. He is crazy, but he left something behind. I think you will want it.
This surprise made me alert and asked: Sister, how do you say this?
She laughed and said: To tell you the truth, he is not dementia, but crazy. He was good and bad at first, and then he completely failed. Before his body completely failed, he gave me this thing.
, saying that someone will come to pick it up one day. The reason why I confirmed that you are the one who came to pick up this thing is that I am not afraid of your laughter. You are the first person to look at him in ten years!
I thought for a while and said: Sister, please tell me a time and place, and we can meet. I really came to disturb the old gentleman for something.
She hesitated for a moment and said: Brother, where is this? My father is not in good health. My son is also in college and I am retired. I have kept this thing for so long. You see, it is
Doesn't that mean a lot?
When I heard this, I almost didn't know what to say. I hesitated and said, OK, there is a xx coffee shop next to the police station. If it is convenient for you now, you can come over later and we will discuss the specific matters.
After hanging up her phone, I immediately contacted Jiuliang. More than forty minutes later, we met the fat woman with a flattering smile on her face. When we sat down, her first sentence was: Big brother, younger brother and sister.
it's beautiful.
I suppressed my laughter, shook my head and said: Just average, definitely not comparable to my sister when she was young.
The next moment, my face turned the color of pig liver, and Jiuliang's feet stepped firmly on my instep.
Finally, we settled on buying a box left by the police officer for 10,000 yuan. This fat middle-aged woman kept saying that she didn’t know what was in the box, but I didn’t believe she could resist looking at it. In the end,
At the beginning, she insisted that it would be 100,000 yuan, and it would not be a penny less. No matter what I said, it would be useless for anyone except us to get this thing, and no one wanted it. She was just a rare item and would not lower the price. At the critical moment, nine
The two men showed their police ID cards and coldly snorted: Now I suspect you of reselling cultural relics. Please come back to the police station with me.
I took the box back to the hotel where I was staying. The box was a very ordinary old wooden box. After opening it, there was a letter inside. There were obvious signs of sticking on the envelope after it was opened. In addition to the letter, there was also a handful of rust.
Scratched vintage keys.
I opened the envelope, and inside there was a small letter written in regular script with a brush. The handwriting was very neat, and it felt very comfortable to read. It read:
I don’t know when this letter will be seen by others. Maybe, when you see this letter, I will either be dead or crazy and no one will know me anymore, so I will take advantage of my mental state before I can fully understand it.
Before the collapse, I left this letter.
Don't worry, I don't know you, and I don't mean to plot against you. The reason why I know someone will come is because I firmly believe that the truth will always come to light one day. I know that someone will come to investigate this matter again.
, even if I die, I will no longer have any regrets.
I almost came into contact with the truth of that tragedy, but because of the current affairs at that time, I could not continue to investigate, but as a police officer, I have to be worthy of the police badge on my shoulders. I closed my eyes, and those were the things I saw.
I did not destroy the archives of the body of the Never-ending Eye, but retained it. I placed it in the ancestral grave in Sanlitun. I planted a cypress tree on the grave, so it is easy to identify it now.
It contains our results at that time. I hope that you who read this letter can fulfill the regrets of our brothers and let the deceased rest in peace.
(Suqin, I know you can’t help but open this letter, but this is not a treasure, this is a conspiracy, a trap, and it is precisely because of it that my spirit is deteriorating. Don’t touch this situation.
Remember)
A police officer sworn under the party banner remains.
After reading the letter, the two of us unconsciously faced the direction of the nursing home and gave the old man a salute, a standard military salute.
At first glance, this clue does not seem to have any necessary connection with the whole thing, but one thing is very important. I was involved in the origin of this thing - bread is undoubtedly the most important trigger.
Suo, if she didn't tell Huzi my number, I wouldn't get involved at all. Likewise, my address was not leaked. If Lan Xin didn't come again, I would choose to escape after returning to Fujian instead of coming back again.