Chapter Fifteen: The Storm When Evidence was Destroyed
Mr. Chen left completely. I was sad, but a big burden in my invisible heart quietly fell. However, my curiosity about Wu Shengli became more and more intense, so I rushed home again quickly to tell him what I should say to him and what to say to him.
The conditions for the offer were all clearly thought out.
After I ran home, I opened the bedroom door as a habit. I didn't turn off the light when I left yesterday, and the light in the bedroom stayed on all night. When I opened the bedroom door, I saw that Wu Shengli was the same as before.
, lying motionless on the bed, I walked to the head of the bed, my brain and mouth getting ready to work together.
But when I got close to Wu Shengli, I suddenly felt something was wrong, because he didn't seem to close his eyes to rest his mind like before, but was completely lifeless.
he died?
I felt an indescribable panic, so I quickly patted him and called him. As soon as my hand touched his body, my whole body felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar, and it was so cold that it penetrated my bones. His body was dead stiff, and his tentacles were
It felt like I had touched a piece of ice without any warmth. All this shows that Wu Shengli died the night I left home and rushed to Mr. Chen. This death was a death in the true sense.
No more miracles can happen.
The tension in my heart suddenly reached its peak. I had been busy all night. At this moment, I couldn't help but sit down on the floor of the bedroom. My head felt as big as a bucket. Once Wu Shengli died completely, it proved that everything he knew was with him.
drowned in death, unable to know anything more. More importantly, what should I do with him?
I rubbed my temples vigorously, feeling more and more embarrassed. There was no way I could call the police. Wu Shengli slipped out of the morgue. It was something that could not be explained clearly. He died in my house. If I called the police, I would have to describe my experience last night.
This will expose Mr. Chen again. I can't do that. There are too many things involved and I can't handle it.
I sat for a while and then walked around anxiously in the room, thinking about how to deal with it. After thinking for a while, I felt that I could only ask the old magician for help and let him find a way to clear Wu Shengli's body.
Cremated. I called the old magic gun and asked him to find a solution. The old magic gun was really as annoying as Mr. Chen said. At this time, my mood and spirit were not good, and he was still asking questions on the phone.
Very carefully.
"When will the people be sent here?" The old magician probably sensed that I wanted to get angry, so he temporarily shut up.
"Probably at night." I didn't have the courage to carry Wu Shengli's body around in broad daylight, so I could only take some risks at night.
After hanging up the phone, I leaned on the sofa and felt that this matter had gradually escaped my thinking and control. I was under considerable pressure, coming from all aspects. I sat for a while and found something on the phone again.
Hou Jinheng’s number. I am a very close person to Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen disappeared from the appraisal center. I have to ask for the results. In fact, I am very reluctant to deal with Hou Jinheng. He looks cold, but I know
His mind must be very meticulous. The more contact he has, the more likely he will be able to see some flaws, but if he doesn't have contact, it will make him suspicious.
I calmed down and dialed Hou Jinheng's phone number. I didn't plan to talk to him for a long time. After a few pleasantries, I asked him if the matter with Mr. Chen had come to an end.
"We are still investigating, and the matter may be more complicated than we imagined." Hou Jinheng said that once the results are available, he will notify me as soon as possible.
I was trying to distinguish carefully, trying to tell from Hou Jinheng's words whether he had strong suspicions about me. But this man was not very expressive in his emotions and anger, and I really couldn't tell much from his tone of voice.
Despite this, I still felt a sense of urgency. At this point, whether I wanted to or not, I had to follow Mr. Chen's arrangements and leave here at least for a while. I started to pack my things. In fact, there was nothing to pack.
, all the belongings are just a little. Looking around this home where I have lived for almost three years, I feel a little nostalgic and reluctant to leave. I don’t know where I will go tomorrow.
After finishing all the messy things, I took out the two boxes, one large and one small, that Mr. Chen gave me. To me, the small wooden box was more attractive. It was just sealed with fire paint. As long as
If I wanted to, I could open it effortlessly. I held the wooden box and hesitated for a long time. The words that Mr. Chen said kept lingering in my ears. I endured it and finally put the small wooden box close to my body.
In the other box were things brought back by Mr. Chen from Dayanpo. These things didn't have too many taboos. I opened the box, and what I thought was inside was some written information. Among the written information, there was a piece of information that should
It is a flat map of the vicinity of Dayanpo. The map is hand-drawn, but it is quite accurate. All the markings that should be on a standard map are on this map. Anyone who can understand a map will know how to do it if they hold this map.
Have a preliminary understanding of the terrain over Dayanpo.
After the map, there were many yellowed black and white photos. I could tell that the main scene of the photos should be the huge stone tripod that Mr. Chen mentioned. The first few photos captured the stone tripod from various angles.
Come down. The next stack of photos are close-ups. Under the strong flash, the densely packed beak inscriptions on the stone tripod are clearly visible.
There are so many photos, and the inscriptions on every part of the stone tripod may be recorded on the photos. These are probably kept privately by Mr. Chen. According to my analysis, after Mr. Chen’s team evacuated from Dayanpo, the stone tripod will definitely be
They were taken away and will certainly never be seen again, so these photos recording the inscriptions on the bird's beak are extremely precious and may be the only information left in the outside world.
I don’t know what the bird’s beak inscription actually means, and Mr. Chen may not know either. He has studied it, but has gained nothing, so he wants to leave these things to the face-changing man. Looking at these photos, I feel regretful again.
I have not experienced this. It is a pity that Mr. Chen’s wife died and did not have time to tell anyone about the results of her interpretation. Now, who else can interpret the information hidden in the bird’s beak inscription?
I sorted these things again, got a bag and stuffed it into my arms, planning to find another place to store them properly. It was already morning, I had been up for a long time, and I was very sleepy. I was on the sofa
I sat and took a nap and slept until the afternoon. I opened the bedroom door again. In fact, I really hoped that Wu Shengli could come back to life. That might scare me, but it would save a lot of trouble.
But he was indeed dead and lay motionless in bed for almost a day and a night.
I went out and asked a friend to borrow a car. After the car drove to the parking space downstairs, I didn't go out again. I stayed at home until dark, but I still didn't dare to move. Carrying a body in and out of the floor was too stressful.
Well, I was meditating on the situations that I might encounter when I take Wu Shengli away. I might meet neighbors who return home late, or I might meet patrolling security guards. In short, the more I think about it, the more scared I feel, and I feel so confused.
However, I must get rid of it as soon as possible. The weather is getting warmer and warmer. Wu Shengli's body will stink in a few days if it is placed at home. The smell is enough to kill me in the house.
I continued to wait until it was past eleven o'clock in the evening. I knew the work and rest schedules of several neighbors on the floor. If it was not a weekend, few people would go out late and come back late. I found a dark bed sheet.
, wrapped Wu Shengli in it, then opened a few old cardboard boxes and wrapped the body in another layer. The elevator on the floor may be equipped with surveillance cameras. I can only take the stairs. Fortunately, I live not high up. With my physical strength, I should be able to wrap it up.
Wu Shengli carried it on.
After everything was ready, I took a deep breath, opened the door and took a look. It was very quiet in the corridor, without any sound. I quickly carried the cardboard box containing the body, slipped out of the door, and walked down step by step.
Stairs. As I imagined, the neighbors on the floor were either sleeping or watching TV. Unless there were some special circumstances, no one would run out in the middle of the night, so I carried the carton downstairs smoothly and opened the car.
I stuffed it into the trunk of the car. I am not a timid person because I have been dealing with antiques all year round. But after I stuffed the body into the trunk and sat in the cab, my back was soaked with sweat without even realizing it.
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I drove out of the community and was about to go find the old magic gun. The driving route was different from the route I walked during the day. The places I could pass by on foot were not accessible by car, so I chose another relatively secluded road. This road I
I'm not very familiar with it, but in my impression, it should lead to my destination.
It was already late at night, but the whole city had not yet completely quieted down. I just wanted to get rid of the body as soon as possible and tried my best to drive the car as fast as possible. This road is indeed very quiet, and there are relatively few vehicles. Thieves
I still have a guilty conscience. Every time a car whizzes by me, I feel inexplicably nervous, fearing that the other person can see the body inside through the trunk.
The secluded road was about to end. After passing this road, I turned left and drove for about ten minutes before reaching my destination. But as I approached the intersection, I suddenly slowed down the car and my heart almost stopped.
The words popped out of my throat.
There are two police cars parked at the intersection, and there are several people in police uniforms standing next to the police cars. If I were just a passerby, I might quickly tell that they are checking for drunk driving, or setting up roadblocks to prevent people from escaping elsewhere.
There was a traffic offender coming over, or something else. But I sat in the cab, looking at the police car in front of me, and my heart was completely weak. Besides being nervous, I was still nervous.
what to do!?
My mind was spinning so fast that I couldn't figure out what to do for a while. According to the current situation, it would be more appropriate for me to drive over normally, but I don't have a formal driver's license. Even if they are checking for drunk driving,
I will also be exposed, I will be detained, and sooner or later the body in the trunk will be exposed.
Involuntarily, I stepped on the brakes, and my back, which had just dried out a little, was soaked with cold sweat again.