The imprint on the handle of the four-pound hammer was the left hand. This idea trapped Zheng Xingzhong, and he could not break free for a long time. Usually, he would look at anyone who used his left hand for a while, thinking a lot. Today, Zuo Chengjun also used his left hand, and again
He was the last person his father saw when the crime occurred. Various scenes could not help but appear in his mind. He could not bear such a shock and hoped that it was not true. Zheng Xingzhong suffered from insomnia. In the middle of the night, he left the hotel and went to Wu Baoheng's
at home.
Wu Baoheng was a little surprised to see Zheng Xingzhong visiting in the middle of the night. He poured a glass of water and handed it over and asked:
"What happened? Come here in the middle of the night."
Zheng Xingzhong thought about it, Zuo Chengjun asked him not to talk about his left hand in advance, he could only discuss this matter with his father. He said:
"Another person appeared, and he is the real owner of jade wool."
"Who is it?" Wu Baoheng thought this was a big deal and asked hurriedly.
"Why didn't you talk about such a big matter during dinner in the afternoon?" Wu Baoheng complained to Zheng Xingzhong, he said.
This uncle Wu Baoheng is amazing, how come he even knows about his meals. He said:
"How can you say this in front of outsiders?"
"He is an outsider!" Wu Baoheng rolled his eyes at him. Zuo Chengjun still had instructions, and there were some things he couldn't explain clearly at the moment. He said, "I was going to have dinner in the afternoon, but I was delayed by something."
Zheng Xingzhong explained in detail the matter of Xiong Zong’s remittance to Dunhuang. He took his mobile phone and showed it to Wu Baoheng. He said:
"I want to go to Dunhuang. If I can't find the fungus, I can find the bear disease."
"Then you go back to Weishi first and wait until we discuss it."
Zheng Xingzhong did not say hello and set out before dawn. When he arrived at Weishi, he received a call from Zuo Junxiao, who complained a lot. Zuo Junxiao immediately rushed back to Weishi.
It was prison visitation day. Zheng Xingzhong went to his father and told him what he had discovered. The imprint of his left hand on the hammer handle left a deep imprint on Zheng Xingzhong’s mind and could not be removed. Suddenly, he discovered that the use of his left hand in life
He was so close to his father, so he had to think about everything. His father had a deep grudge with the Zuo family, and it could be related to his left hand. He asked Zheng Yuanchao:
"Dad, I discovered my left hand." His father forbade Zheng Xingzhong from dealing with the Zuo family. But the left hand was of great importance, and Zheng Xingzhong had to say it.
The fingerprints on his left hand also tormented Zheng Yuanchao deeply. Who conspired to reveal this trick? He identified the conspirator, but he didn’t know whether he used his left hand or his right hand in life. Maybe it was the conspirator, and his previous goal was to plot
and others, but let himself run into it. He asked:
Zheng Yuan suddenly raised his lowered head, opened his eyes, and said angrily:
"Who asked you to deal with them?"
"I accidentally observed it." Zheng Xingzhong wanted to hide it for fear that his father would be angry. He said.
"Zuo Chengjun is unjust and did not prove the existence of jade wool. I feel sad. He will not do anything harmful to others." Zheng Yuanchao was heartbroken and did not want to mention Zuo Chengjun.
"In order to investigate your case, I don't believe anyone." Zheng Xingzhong insisted stubbornly.
"Don't doubt him. He should be the one sitting in prison. I was unlucky enough to run into it. I spent years in prison for him." Zheng Yuanchao had no choice but to reveal the secret that had been hidden in his heart for more than ten years. He was born
Zuo Chengjun was angry because of this reason.
Zheng Xingzhong was secretly surprised. For more than ten years, his father had been resentful and refused to deal with the Zuo family. Unexpectedly, there was a secret in it. He said:
"Dad, why don't I know anything about this?"
"It's been more than ten years, and I still can't figure it out. There are fingerprints of my left hand on the hammer handle. The conspirator must be plotting against the person who used his left hand. I used my right hand. Do you think I bumped into it? Later it was discovered that I
They also knew they were wrong, so they had no choice but to make the same mistake. Fortunately, they didn't kill me. I stopped making trouble. If I made a big fuss, it would be unknown if they killed Zuo Chengjun."
Zheng Xingzhong knew that it turned out that his father was in prison, and he was somewhat aggrieved for Uncle Zuo. The opponent's initial target was not Zheng Yuanchao, but Zuo Chengjun. It was not because of Zheng Yuanchao's bad luck that he accidentally bumped into him. Is it a substitute for others?
It was clear, but in Zheng Yuanchao's heart, he felt that he had suffered on behalf of others. Zuo Chengjun was a friend, so he tolerated it. The complexity of the case was far beyond Zheng Xingzhong's expectation. He asked his father:
"This matter will be clarified sooner or later. The owner of the jade wool has been found. Do you know Xiong Ji?"
"Isn't it a bear trace? Why is it a bear disease?" Zheng Yuanchao said, thinking his son had made a mistake.
"It's Xiong Ji, Xiong Zong's brother. That's right. It makes sense logically for the younger brother to sell his older brother's goods." Zheng Xingzhong mainly told his father what he had discovered.
Zheng Yuanchao thought for a long time, raised his head, and said:
"I don't know Xiong Ji. There is a small food stall opposite the community where the crime occurred. The owner's surname is also Xiong. Before the crime, Zuo Chengjun and I ate there. You can ask him to see if he knows."
Zheng Xingzhong was a little surprised, how could things happen by such a coincidence. After the incident, the small food stall opposite the community was closed. The owner of the food stall disappeared without a trace. He took his mobile phone and pulled out the photo of Xiong Trace to show to Zheng Yuanchao. Zheng Yuanchao could not remember clearly. Besides, Zheng Xingzhong was a little surprised.
, this photo is of his younger brother Xiong Zheng again. Zheng Xingzhong said to Zheng Yuanchao:
"Dad, I'm looking for jade wool to find someone. Now that I have Xiong Ji's letter, the jade wool has disappeared. I want to find someone first. If I find the person, maybe the jade wool will show up naturally."
"Do you have any news about him?" Zheng Yuanchao asked.
"Only in Dunhuang. Dad, do you still remember your friend Li Zhijin in Dunhuang?"
"Well, remember, can he help?" Zheng Yuanchao saw hope and asked.
"His son is also in the jewelry business. I asked him to put it on sale for me in Dunhuang and buy a large amount of Burmese jade. Some people came over and asked, but only one person asked. I thought there was something interesting." Zheng Xingzhong said.
Zheng Xingzhong thought that the sale of this piece of jade wool in Wei City was too ostentatious. Traveling thousands of kilometers away to take action in Dunhuang would make Xiong Ji much more courageous. I guess Xiong Ji was short on money and someone in Dunhuang paid for it, so why not do it?
Woolen cloth?
Zheng Yuanchao felt that his son had grown up and this move was very smart. He might as well give it a try if he was looking for Xiong Ji. After the visit, Zheng Xingzhong returned to the community too late. He saw Zuo Junxiao sitting on an iron chair in the community, feeling depressed. He parked the car
, went to sit next to her and said with concern:
"Xiaoxiao, Sunday, why don't you stay in the provincial capital for one more day?"
Zuo Jun smiled without raising her head and sobbed softly. She said:
"Brother, I know there is something on your mind. If you drink a little wine, you won't get drunk."
Zheng Xingzhong liked Zuo Junxiao. He should have just talked about the relationship between brother and sister, but he fell in love without warning and couldn't live without her. He hated himself for being unwise and unable to extricate himself. His father had led others to suffer, and the person who had suffered might be the Zuo family.
The owner of Zuo Chengjun. He couldn't bear to leave Zuo Junxiao, but he couldn't face his heartbroken father. Zuo Junxiao cried, and he was extremely heartbroken. He gently held Zuo Junxiao in his arms, and he felt that this was the only way
Only by showing love can we explain.
Zuo Junxiao was a child. She thought of thousands of reasons. Zheng Xingzhong was suddenly unhappy and couldn't find the reason. She felt that she was wrong. On the slow slope of the mountain, she was the one who provoked Zheng Xingzhong to get angry. This must be because Zheng Xingzhong was not happy.
The inevitable reason for joy. Men, nameless fire is probably born from this. She didn’t raise her head, got into Zheng Xingzhong’s arms, and whispered:
"Brother, why are you angry? Sooner or later it will all be yours."
Zheng Xingzhong couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this. He lifted her up from his arms and kissed the tears on her cheeks. He said:
"Xiaoxiao, you are so stupid. I am not angry, I really am not angry with you."
Zuo Jun smiled with anger on his face, put his lips together, kissed Zheng Xingzhong fiercely, and said vaguely:
"Then why are you unhappy? Why are you unhappy?"
Zheng Xingzhong was heartbroken. He was not unhappy. His left hand pricked his heart. The left hand was still the main target of his pursuit. He pushed away Zuo Junxiao's passionate kiss, held her face with both hands and said:
"Xiaoxiao, everything... everything has to wait until we understand it."
Zuo Junxiao didn't care about this, she only cared about her and him. She looked at Zheng Xingzhong in confusion and asked him softly:
"What everything? Including me?"
"No, no, it's dad's business." Zheng Xingzhong said calmly.
This topic is too heavy. Zuo Jun couldn't feel happy even if he laughed.
There were clues about Xiong Ji in Dunhuang, so Zheng could not delay his trip and set out for Dunhuang.
There are not many roads in Dunhuang city, with long east-west streets and short north-south streets. The sky is bright and the city is extremely prosperous.
Dunhuang has many stories. Every grain of sand here tells the story of eternal beautiful romance. It has thousands of stories and thousands of legends. They are either painted with lines in caves or on cliffs, or carved into stones with knives and axes.
Thousands of lines merge here, telling painful stories and depicting beautiful legends. Dunhuang is great, and it has legends that can be appreciated and pondered. The traces of Dunhuang have left lasting impressions on people.
The story makes people think about it.
It is too easy to find friends in Dunhuang and Zhengxingzhong. There is a big sign at the door of the jewelry store that says "Buying Burmese Jadeite". After a while of warm greetings, my friend said:
"Only one person came here once. He asked if he would accept Burmese jade, but he never showed up again."
Zheng Xingzhong pointed to Xiong Ji on his mobile phone and asked his friend:
"Does it look like it to you?"
"I can't tell, the guy here is a bad guy," said my friend.
Zheng Xingzhong took out the remittance slip and showed his friend the address on it. The friend said:
"Years ago, there seemed to be a 'Cannon Tire Repair' shop on North Street, but it's gone now. The address seems to be still there. Don't worry, I'll give you a break first, and we'll talk about that tomorrow."
"No, no need to pick up the wind, take me there now." Zheng Xingzhong said anxiously.
After leaving the house, Zheng Xingzhong had no intention of admiring the exotic scenery of Dunhuang. They came to No. 14, the old North Street, and now the door number has changed. They found the old lady who was the landlord of the "artillery tire repair" in the past. They asked about the "artillery tire repair" in the past.
"tenant.
"When people get old, they have gone home to raise their grandchildren a few years ago." said the old landlady.
It seems that the "cannon tire repair" tenant is very different in age from Xiong Ji. Zheng Xingzhong showed the old lady Xiong Ji's photo on his mobile phone. The old lady didn't recognize it. Zheng Xingzhong asked the old lady of the landlord:
“How old were the people who rented the house back then?”
"Oh, now I think I'm probably around sixty," the old lady recalled.
"Old man, do you know where he is from?" Zheng Xingzhong asked.
"Look at my brain, he said, he is Wei..., where is Wei from? Oh, by the way, he is from Wei City." The old lady suddenly remembered and was a little excited, she said
.
The place was found. He is also from Wei City. Could it be that Xiong Ji asked someone to collect the remittance on his behalf? Zheng Xingzhong asked the old landlady:
"Please think again, old man, did he receive remittances back then?"
The old man smiled and looked at the young man in front of him with confusion. She was willing to show her wisdom of the times. She said:
"Young man, after all these years, there are still people remitting money! Even remittances are all in the bank. He is such a cold person, and he rarely writes letters."
Zheng Xingzhong's heart felt cold. As evidenced by the postmark from the post office, the clues provided by Er Ding were correct. He didn't want to leave immediately, but if he didn't leave, what else could he ask the old lady? He was extremely disappointed and walked with heavy hands.
Legs, I left the "artillery tire repair". After walking far away, I suddenly heard the old lady's call, and quickly turned back. The old lady caught up with me and said breathlessly:
"I remembered. There was a remittance many years ago. The person who came to pick up the remittance was a young man, dark and skinny. I was still thinking, how old is this, and there are still people remitting money. I'm afraid the young man didn't have an ID card.
Something happened at home. Yes, there is such a thing."
Hard work really pays off. Zheng Xingzhong was extremely happy. He helped the old lady back home and asked as he walked:
"Do you know where that young man works?"
"I heard the old tire-repairing man said that he was mining in Yandantu. Oh, it's so pitiful. Mining is so painful. It's the people who survived the burying." The old lady was very enthusiastic and she was willing to help people in need.