In Huangzhou at the end of September, unlike the high and scorching heat in the south, the weather in the north can still feel the residual heat of summer a little at noon. On the streets in the morning and evening, pedestrians no longer wear cool clothes, but wrap up in long clothes.
Trousers.
Even throughout the summer, Lu Sheng never left his long coat, not to mention the temperature now. He put on another coat. At this moment, he was standing alone at the street corner, looking at the street in front of him.
Old streets.
Three years have passed since the last time I came here. But in Lu Sheng's dreams, he would often appear here.
It still looks so shabby, and even worse than in the dream. After all, like Lu Sheng, this happy road has also aged three years.
The walls of the residential buildings facing the street on Xingfu Road have fallen off, and rusty iron railings are embedded in the balconies, guarding almost all the second-floor windows.
If it is to prevent children from falling, the spacing between the iron bars in the fence should be tighter. If it is to prevent someone from breaking in through the window and stealing money, it seems a bit unnecessary in such a street where wealth is invisible.
The time now is half past six in the evening, and there are not many pedestrians on this street. There are still only a few shops on both sides of the road. The Meijia Hotel is located in the middle of the road, and in the community opposite it, there used to be a secret underground gambling venue.
, I don’t know if it is still available now.
Lu Sheng remembered that walking along the street, there was a noodle shop, which was delicious and not expensive. He had his last meal in Meizhou there three years ago, and then got into his little white car.
In the blink of an eye, it has been three years since he killed Bai Longqiang with his car.
Thinking of these is not Lu Sheng's emotion, nor does he have the leisure to revisit his old place. He came to Meizhou this time and came to the Beautiful Home Hotel just because this was the most important link in his entire plan.
Opening the door, Lu Sheng walked straight to the cashier.
"There's still room."
After hearing Lu Sheng's words, the woman sitting behind the cashier realized that a customer had walked in.
She was not the receptionist three years ago, and she was certainly not the Hu Shier in Lu Sheng's dream. The woman looked about thirty years old. She immediately put down her phone, and the funny sound effects of the short video on her phone stopped abruptly.
The joy brought by the video still remains on the woman's face, and she greets Lu Sheng with a smile.
"Yes, they are available in all price ranges. Do you live alone?"
"Well, I'm alone." After Lu Sheng answered, he said the lines he had prepared. "I lived here for a while before. I just liked that room, but I forgot which room it was? You
Can you check it for me?"
The smile made the woman's face turn rosy. In a good mood, she picked up the mouse and started clicking on the check-in system. Then she reached out and asked Lu Sheng for her ID card, "No problem. When did you come to stay?"
Lu Sheng handed over the certificate and stood there waiting, "I can't remember clearly, but it's been a long time."
"Our system records can be stored for about three years. Let's see if we can find them."
The woman was not very skilled in the operation, and Lu Sheng was not in a hurry, just watching the woman quietly from the side.
The woman combed her long hair, and the long hair shawl seemed to have a vague dividing line, which evenly divided the light yellow and black parts into two parts.
"Found it, in 404, it's been so long, more than three years." The woman looked at the computer screen, then looked up at Lu Sheng.
"If you had come a few months later, you probably wouldn't have been able to find out. Do you just want to stay in this room?"
"Well, let's just stay in this room for six days." Lu Sheng put away his ID and took out cash from his pocket.
"A total of 1,400 yuan, with a deposit of 200 yuan," the woman looked at the stack of cash in Lu Sheng's hand and said with a smile, "There are not many people who go out with so much cash nowadays."
Lu Sheng did not respond to the woman's words. He lowered his head and counted the money. He counted the money and handed it to the woman, then took the room card, turned around and left the hotel.
"He is really a weirdo. He speaks with an expressionless face. He carries so much cash with him when he goes out these days, but he still remembers the room he stayed in three years ago."
The woman looked at Lu Sheng's back as he pushed the door open, thinking about this in confusion, but after just thinking about it for a while, she immediately thought of her phone again and watched the video she hadn't finished watching just now, and her cheerful voice sounded in the hall again.
of laughter.
It was past six o'clock, and the sky over the city was already occupied by neon colors. After Lu Sheng went out, he turned around and looked up at the Beautiful Home Hotel. Only a few windows were illuminated by lights, and there was no light in many more windows.
Lu Sheng turned around and walked towards the noodle shop. As he walked, he was thinking about Kong Weifeng in Huangzhou.
"I wonder how his side is going?"
…
After talking to the director, Kong Weifeng went into crazy case-handling mode.
The senior who was responsible for handling the case has retired. He went to visit specifically. Although he learned some information, it had no practical value.
Kong Weifeng also followed the information in the garment factory case files and planned to find the home of the old janitor Fat Master. The Fat Master was the only witness at the scene at that time, and his importance is self-evident.
While Lu Sheng was checking into the Beautiful Home Hotel, Kong Weifeng was on his way to the Fat Master's house.
He glanced at the address on his hand again, and then walked into a three-story building in the old city.
"When... when... when..."
Kong Weifeng gently knocked on the door of the fat master's house. He waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door.
"When... when... when..."
The knocking on the door gradually got louder, and after waiting for a while, Kong Weifeng finally heard someone approaching.
The person who came to open the door was a middle-aged man who seemed to be about the same age as Kong Weifeng.
His hair was long and had probably not been trimmed for a long time. It was messy and greasy. The middle-aged man squinted his sleepy eyes and asked impatiently, "Who is it?"
Kong Weifeng looked at the middle-aged man and asked politely, "Is this Zhou Changchun's home?"
"You are looking for my dad. The old man is gone." When he heard that he was looking for his father, the middle-aged man's tone became much better.
"Ah?" Kong Weifeng couldn't hide his disappointment, like a deflated balloon. The only witness was no longer there, so he had no direction for the next investigation.
The middle-aged man looked at the ugly Kong Weifeng and asked curiously, "Brother, who are you? What do you want from my dad?"
"Oh, I'm a police officer."
Upon hearing the word "police", the middle-aged man's squinted eyes immediately widened. What the middle-aged man said next immediately filled Kong Weifeng's already deflated balloon.
"You came to my dad to ask about the fire ten years ago?"