It takes more than 20 minutes to walk from Daqing River to my grandfather's house. County Magistrate Gan strongly invited me and Fatty Sun to ride in his car. My grandfather and third uncle both walked on foot, so how could I dare to take a car. After a few polite words,
Fatty Sun and I still strolled towards the river. County Magistrate Gan was too embarrassed to get in the car and followed us at a distance.
When we arrived at the river, it was already packed up. The banks on both sides of the Daqing River were already densely packed with people. A few vendors selling drinks and melon seeds and peanuts shuttled among the crowd.
There is a big boat docked in the center of the river. It is more vivid to say that it is a big boat than a big stage. There is a large platform in the middle of the boat, and there are curtains on both sides with the words "Come out and enter". The cabins under the curtain are for the actors.
In the dressing room, due to the limited space on the stage on the ship, the gongs and drums can only be placed on the stone platforms twice on the river bank.
The rostrum on the shore has been set up. Magistrate Gan called me and Fatty Sun to get on the rostrum. I pulled my grandfather up too. The old birthday boy was already sitting in the center of the rostrum. He was one hundred and ten years old, but there were only a few
Slightly deaf, dazzled, and not confused at all. When he saw me, he immediately recognized me as the little hottie back then. He held my hand and talked non-stop.
This is the second time I have sat on the podium. The last time when I was a special forces soldier, when the Falcon Team performed a collective second-class merit, I sat on the podium for a while. The small sign in front of me was written with a brush.
Two words - leader. It looked like the handwriting had just been written, and the ink hadn't even dried yet. Fatty Sun had a weak hand, so he played with the small cards in his hand for a while, and his hand was covered in ink.
There were only six people sitting on the rostrum including the emcee. It was already getting dark. The emcee asked County Magistrate Gan for his opinion and announced the start of the third day of the centenary drama.
It’s the right day).
In an instant, the two noisy noises on the river bank stopped abruptly, and the lights on the opera boat were lit. Magistrate Gan made an introduction beside him. According to the tradition of the Hundred Days Opera, this time the Centenary Opera was also sung in Peking Opera, and the troupe was
The county Cultural Bureau spent a lot of effort to recruit famous actors from the provincial capital.
While Magistrate Gan was introducing, drumbeats were already playing on the river bank. An old man walked to the middle of the stage and started singing. The song was the first play of the night - Shiro Visits His Mother. Was there any singing on the stage?
After a while, County Magistrate Gan stood up and said goodbye. He came today just to show off. After all, he is the head of a county and cannot stay here until midnight.
After watching for a while, the old birthday boy was also helped back home. It is no joke to let a centenarian stay up late. I, grandpa and Fatty Sun were the only three people left on the rostrum. Looking at the opera boat, it was still there.
I can't seem to show any interest in you, but Fatty Sun is shaking his head, putting his hands on the clapper, and harmonizing with the old students on the boat. I really can't tell that this fat guy is good at this.
When I was drowsy, a bald man wearing a long coat came up to the rostrum. He was dressed in an unusual way, which immediately caught my attention. I recognized him. He was the same person who appeared when I was a child and my eyes had just begun to appear.
The expert Taoist priest who had the idea to wash my hair with black dog blood didn't have much hair back then, and now he has no hair left. He was obviously an experienced Taoist, but now he looks like a monk.
"Old Xiao, the show is already going on, why are you here?" Grandpa was friends with him and took the initiative to say hello to him. The old Taoist smiled and said: "Forget it, the rural tax office went to Guanli to check the accounts. Damn,
There is no way for me to do it. The audit has been found in my Lingyun Temple." Grandpa saw him and smiled very happily: "You asked for it, Monk Xiao, you said you haven't done anything to make money in the past few years? Good job.
Lingyunguan, what kind of company did you register? Just a company, the main project is film and television entertainment. You are a seasoned person, what kind of entertainment do you like?"
The old Taoist named Monk Xiao didn't fight back, he was just so angry that he didn't make a sound. Grandpa stopped irritating him, called me to his side, and said to him: "My grandson, do you still remember? Shen La, You helped him cover his eyes when he was young, but now he is great and has become a high-ranking official in the Capital Police Department. Come on, Lazi, and say hello to your Grandpa Xiao."
I had just said a few polite words when another person came running towards the rostrum from a distance. He looked familiar from a distance, but when he got closer he saw clearly... it was my biological father.
I had already put on a smile, but I didn't expect that he ignored me at all and ran directly to grandpa: "Dad, another one died, just now..."
My grandfather's expression changed on the spot, and he stared at my father and said, "Who is it this time? How did he die?" My father said with a bitter face: "He is the eldest son of Shen Kangmei in the county. He comes to eat in the evening. I drank too much. I just watched half of the show. When I went up to the thatched building, I fell into the manure pit and drowned. Damn it, it was finally the turn of our old Shen family that something happened."
Grandpa sighed: "It's all life. Boss, have you called the police?" My father said: "How dare you not report it? Lao Ma and Fatty Xiong will be here in a moment. Well, aren't there policemen here?" Grandpa said softly. He kicked my biological father: "Take a good look, who is that?"
"Dad, it's me, your son." I was speechless. He passed in front of me but didn't see me. Although in the past few years, I haven't called you dad much, only uncle, but no matter how much I say it, I am too. Your biological son. Fatty Sun also felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. He stood up and walked over: "Director Shen, what's wrong with the old man? His face is so bad?"
"I'm fine." Grandpa smiled at Fatty Sun and said, "I just have something that I'm afraid will trouble you, the leader." Fatty Sun waved his hand: "What kind of leader, what's the relationship between me and Director Shen? His grandpa doesn't just Is it the same as my grandpa? Just call me Desheng. If you don’t want me to be the grandson of Fatty, that’s fine. I won’t pick him.”
After my grandfather laughed a few times, he said: "Desheng, you can talk better than Xiao Lazi. In fact, there is nothing wrong. It's just that at the theater... a few people died."
"A few people are dead..." Fatty Sun's smile froze on his face. If it was still haunted, he and I would still be on top of it. But now that people are dead, it looks like it's probably a criminal case. We two fake policemen ( What can a senior executive do?
Seeing Fatty Sun's hesitation, I couldn't sit still and said, "Grandpa, please don't make it difficult for Director Sun. He is not the police chief of our province. Investigating cases across provinces is a taboo within us." .”
"Oh..." My grandfather seemed to understand: "Xiao Sun... The director is not from our province. Xiao Lazi, I remember you are from the police department... Director, you are from the department. , the murder cases of these people should be put aside, right?"
"..." For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Fortunately, Fatty Sun reciprocated and helped me out: "Old man, we have an avoidance mechanism when investigating cases. The person died because of Director Shen." In my hometown, others are still within the scope of the scene. According to the rules, Director Shen and I must take the initiative to avoid it."
What Fatty Sun said was not unreasonable. My grandfather felt worried again after hearing this. Unexpectedly, Monk Xiao, who was sitting on the rostrum next to him and drinking tea, suddenly said something in a deep voice: "They are in charge." No, it’s not the person who committed the crime.”
My grandfather glared at him: "Monk Xiao, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't blame ghosts and gods for everything."
"Forget it if you don't believe it." Monk Xiao said slowly: "Which number is this? Is it the third one? Don't worry, it's not over yet, one person a day, let's see, there will be ten days of drama, and seven more people will die.
"Monk Xiao said as he looked at my grandfather's expression with side eyes.
My grandfather was silent. Later I found out that Monk Xiao had not said what he said on the first day. He only said it once when someone died. Now that he had said it right, my grandfather began to believe it.
"Ahem!" Fatty Sun coughed a few times. When I looked at him, he and I exchanged glances.
I said to Grandpa: "Grandpa, please tell me what happened. Sun Ting and I will go through it first to determine whether the three people died in an accident or were deliberately murdered."
Looking at the police uniforms that Fatty Sun and I were wearing, Grandpa did not hesitate and told us everything.
Two days ago, when the opera officially started, the singing lasted until past midnight, but those who could hold on until the show ended were basically local men in their fifties and sixties.
After the show, my grandfather was greeting the theater troupe for late-night snacks, when my own father ran over panting: "Dad, something serious has happened. The fifth man watching the boat fell into the river and drowned!"
This Lao Wu is an old bachelor in the village. His surname is Zhang. He has been called Lao Wu for decades. Basically no one in the village knows his nickname. When preparing for the boat show, everyone in the village was given a job. Considering that Lao Wu is
I'm a bachelor, I don't have a burden. His job is to watch the show. Don't let anyone's naughty kid get on the boat and spoil the show.
Originally, nothing would happen if he just watched the boat, but the bad luck came from the two sips of wine that Lao Wu usually liked to drink. When the play started in the evening, Lao Wu drank a lot on the shore. When the play ended, the actors
After everyone got off the boat, Lao Wu swayed onto the boat with a bottle of wine.
He just sat on the stage, not only eating food, but also drinking wine one mouthful at a time. When the wine became more intense, Lao Wu imitated the behavior of the great martial artist on the stage just now, doing somersaults on the stage, two or three somersaults down, Lao Wu
Wu immediately fell into the river. When he was found, he was already floating on the river.
If Lao Wu did it himself, then Wang Jun's death the next day would be considered an unreasonable disaster. Wang Jun was not from our Xiaoqinghe Village, he was sent to help by the county Cultural Bureau. That is to say,
Things like coordination and publicity.
What happened to Wang Jun happened yesterday. Not long after the gong started in the evening, Wang Jun was actually sitting on the bank at a great angle watching a show. In any case, he can be considered a person from the county. Our village chief (not the one who fought back then)
, there was a change of office) sent people to deliver grapes, pears, apples, etc. Wang Jun did not refuse the village chief’s kindness, and ate fruits while watching the show.
What was being performed on the stage at that time was a replay of "Silang Visits His Mother". The actor who played Yang Silang was a famous actor invited from the provincial capital. He sang with a high voice and won the house. There were constant cheers from both sides of the Daqing River. This Wang Jun was also a prodigal.
Urged on, before swallowing the piece of apple in his mouth, he stood up, clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay!..."
The word "good" stopped midway through shouting. Then, Wang Jun fell headlong and kept digging at his throat with both hands. He wanted to shout but couldn't. At that time, there was still a roar of people, and no one noticed.
Wang Jun's abnormality. When someone saw Wang Jun fall to the ground, Wang Jun was already out of breath. A piece of apple got stuck in his trachea, suffocating the big man to death.
It was supposed to be a red event, but in the first two days, one person died and two people died every day. Grandpa felt very upset. The county public security bureau and the township police station sent people to rule out the suspicion of homicide and classified the death as an accidental death.
Fortunately for Lao Wu, he is the only one in the family. Even if the whole family is dead, they can be burned and buried in a cemetery.
But Wang Jun was the one taking care of his family, and his wife came crying early in the morning. In the end, Director Xiong of the township police station came to persuade him to leave. Director Xiong said to my grandfather before leaving: "Mr. Shen, today
You have to watch more carefully tonight, and you don’t dare to die again..."
Grandpa originally wanted to stop the show, but County Magistrate Gan refused to agree. The county spent so much money on this show and even invited people from the tourism company from the provincial capital to come and inspect the tourism resources of Daqing River. How could it be said?
Just stop? What happened to the dead man? Is it an accident? Who would have expected that he would get stuck while eating an apple? In short, just one sentence and the play goes on.
What are you afraid of? The third one died just now. He died in a different way. It was almost similar to the fifth one. He drank too much and fell into a manure pit; he drowned in it.