Silent Reading Chapter 43: Humbert Humbert Ten

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In the past twenty years, Lianhua Mountain has undergone a frustrating renovation, and it seems to have changed its appearance. The street and the building are connected end to end, and the style is uniform and "modern". It is more magnificent than the city. Only the trees on the roadside have not had time to grow into green shade, revealing a little rush of heavy makeup.

Luo Wenzhou drove the car a few times before finding the inconspicuous newsstand.

A man wearing fancy glasses is sitting in a newsstand looking at the booth. This man said that he is also middle-aged, or old. If he looks at his face alone, he is about the age before retirement, but he has There was a deep twilight, as if lingering.

It was the hottest afternoon in the afternoon, when the street was grilled with oil by the sun, Luo Wenzhou pushed his sunglasses over his head and walked to the newsstand: "Get a bottle of iced soda."

The owner of the newsstand heard the sound, buckled the book he was reading, bent down and picked up a bottle of cold drink with thick hoarfrost.

Luo Wenzhou stepped under the umbrella of the newsstand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured half of the bottle in one mouthful.

He has been working overtime and fighting his wits with all his old colleagues for a day, holding up the face of the landing, under the banner of asking about the old case, and beating the other side if there is anything suspicious. Everyone comes out of a system. , It is a routine to talk about, you come and I go, all kinds of scenes are comparable to the scene of the battle in the TV series, it is really tired.

At this time, Luo Wenzhou's mind was all wooden, and he drank a cold drink with his eyes sluggishly, leaning against the big parasol and letting go.

The owner of the newsstand saw that he didn't mean to leave for a while, so he poked his head and asked: "Hey, boy, I still have popsicles, can you eat them?"

Luo Wenzhou waved his hand: "After drinking, I can't eat anymore. I will rest here with you."

The owner of the newsstand said "Okay", and then moved a long-legged plastic stool to him: "Sit down, it's not easy in a hot day-what do you do?"

Luo Wenzhou put the soda bottle on his knees and shook it twice: "I am a policeman."

The owner of the newsstand straddled the small threshold of the newsstand with one leg. He froze after hearing the word "police". After a while, he looked back, took off his reading glasses and folded his mouth. Trembling slightly, he lowered his voice and said, "I have done the'withdrawal', and the government has approved it."

"I know," Luo Wenzhou said, "Uncle Guo, I don't mean anything else. I just want to talk to you about Feifei's case twenty years ago."

The owner of the newsstand is Guo Heng.

Guo Heng killed Wu Guangchuan and was immediately imprisoned for intentional homicide. His sentence was commuted. He was released after serving his sentence two years ago. His job was naturally lost. Twenty years have passed. Nothing or a person, his parents. People can walk, but they have no choice. His wife had divorced him long before he started to kill. He returned to the unrecognizable Lianhuashan... District, doing some small business to make a living.

"Nothing to talk about," Guo Heng's face sank. "People have been dead for more than 20 years. I personally sent her to the road. I was sentenced and sentenced to jail. Now, that’s all, what else do you want to know?"

Luo Wenzhou tried to soften his voice: "That’s right, you don’t think I’m too idle to come here to expose your scars. We are now in a case where a little girl disappeared. There is evidence that it may be something that happened back then. It's involved..."

Guo Heng asked coldly: "What is involved?"

"The girl, eleven years old, was wearing a floral dress when she disappeared. On the third day after her disappearance, the suspect sent a recording to the girl’s parents. In addition to the girl’s cry, there was also a noise, like someone shaking one. An iron box with a small bell.” Luo Wenzhou knew that the other party was full of guard, so he looked straight into Guo Heng’s eyes as sincerely as possible, eliminated all irrelevant descriptions, and clarified the matter in the shortest possible terms. The senior who started the case said that this situation is exactly the same as when Feifei was killed, so I want to ask you..."

Before he finished his words, Guo Heng interrupted him strangely: "I was the first trial, right? The murderer died. The police and me are the only ones who remember this. Of course, there is nothing wrong with it. The police did it, it can only be me with a criminal record."

"It's not just you, I have already visited the policeman who handled the case," Luo Wenzhou said, "I didn't doubt anything, I just wanted to learn more about the situation at the time..."

Guo Heng’s emotions suddenly exploded without warning, and roared at Luo Wenzhou: "I was looking for people to talk about this case. Sit down, you are here again! My daughter has been dead for more than 20 years, I don’t want to mention her, I don’t want to mention her! What the **** did you guys do!"

Luo Wenzhou opened his mouth, swallowed the excuse he had almost blurted out, and then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Go, go! Get out!" Guo Heng grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him out. "I have nothing to say. If you think I am suspicious, please come and catch me. Anyway, I live twice. Familiar, no other comment. Before you come back, remember to show your ID. You must know that you are a policeman. I won't even sell it to you."

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."

Guo Heng's eyes are red, and the blue veins on his forehead are jumping: "Go!"

Luo Wenzhou's temperament is really not gentle, but he has a great temper at this time and can't express it.

The scorching sun spewed fire at him, he closed his mouth, counted his mouthful of teeth from beginning to end with the tip of his tongue, then lowered his head and took out the wallet, opened a photo held in it, and passed In front of Guo Heng.

"This kid is called Qu Tong," Luo Wenzhou said, "The sixth grade is going to start, and he is studying very well. He participated in the summer camp of No.16 High School one year in advance. She is usually very sensible. She has always been the squadron leader, and now she is her. It’s the fifth day of the disappearance. Uncle Guo, what is the concept of five days? I heard that you have studied many cases of child kidnapping, then you should understand that the chance of this child getting back is very slim."

Guo Heng's gaze slowly fell on Qu Tong's photo.

The two men stood confronting each other on the streets of midsummer twenty years apart. After an unknown period of time, Guo Heng's violent ups and downs gradually calmed down.

"But if we don't see the corpse for a day, we can't give up all the time," Luo Wenzhou said. "The child who lived without seeing a dead body was too pitiful. We can't let Guo Fei's thing happen again. But now there is no other way. I can only ask for your help for clues to the news. Do you have to wait for the **** to finish seven cases and leave traces?"

Guo Heng's expression changed slightly.

The girl in the photo tilted her head and smiled at him, showing a slightly crooked tiger tooth. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or something. If you look closely, Qu Tong and Guo Fei back then have a similar outline.

Luo Wenzhou said slowly: "I will just ask a few questions, and leave after asking, and never disturb."

Guo Heng glanced at him, pursed his lips for a moment, and walked into the newsstand. Luo Wenzhou hurriedly followed up: "Have you ever talked about the bell in the pencil box back then?"

"I mentioned it," Guo Heng was excited just now, his voice was a little hoarse, "I told the policeman who handled the case, after you gave up, the relatives and friends who helped me continue the investigation also know some details."

Luo Wenzhou: "Can you give me a list?"

Guo Heng glanced at him. Just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was about to have another attack, the man just curled up in a chair and wiped his face tiredly: "Feifei’s head teacher, a relative who worked at the telephone exchange at the time. …Um, the cleaners near the garbage station who called, may all know a little bit. It’s too confusing. I have repeated some words with many people many times and I can’t remember them clearly."

"Then let's straddle the line and say," Luo Wenzhou took out a slap-sized notebook and sat down on Fangcai's high stool. "Where did you start the investigation and how did you find Wu Guangchuan?"

Guo Heng's gaze crossed him and fell on a small mirror hung on the door of the newsstand. The man's old face and gray hair were reflected in the mirror, making him suddenly aware of the passage of time. He glanced at Luo Wenzhou-if the little girl was still alive, she might be a few years older than this young man.

"The police investigation has not made any progress. I was anxious and couldn't help but check it myself. I ran to the garbage disposal station a few times-the place where the murderer called. There are no residents, no public transport, you have to drive if you want to go, and when you come from the county seat, you will pass a toll station in the middle. At that time, there were not so many cars on the street. The police checked which cars passed by. If there is a problem, I found out early. So I thought at the time, could the kidnappers of my daughter be from outside? Because there is a national highway from the city to Lianhua Mountain, in order to avoid the mountain, you have to make a half-circle and pass by the neighborhood, although there is no Road, but there is a big slope. I personally went to see it. The car can't get off, but normal adults can get off from it."

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean that the person who kidnapped Guo Fei took the child and left Lianhua Mountain. For some reason, he parked on the national road and climbed half of the mountain with his kidnapped child. I ran to the garbage dump and made the call-why did he do this?"

Guo Heng smiled sarcastically: "My thoughts were the same as those of the police officers who dealt with the case at the time. They asked why the tone was exactly the same as you."

"No," Luo Wenzhou sorted out his thoughts, "According to your inference, the kidnapper is a foreigner—Wu Guangchuan is indeed a foreigner, and according to the investigation, he has not stayed in Lianhua Mountain much, so what did he do? Will you be familiar with garbage stations that locals don’t go to? He kidnapped a half-year-old child in his teens, not a baby weighing a few kilograms. It is too risky to commit crimes against her in an unfamiliar place. How does he know that there are no scavengers and garbage station staff passing by? This is illogical."

Guo Heng: "Your logic caught the criminal?"

Luo Wenzhou was speechless for a while.

"The police also told me that it was impossible. They also set up a special task force. I think the task force must be better than me and let someone investigate it. I just waited and it turned out... Hey! I really can't help but have to I followed this "impossible" mentality again. I went to the Feifei school and asked about the guest house and the hotel one by one. Their teacher also helped me a lot. The teacher was rehired after retirement. It’s so big, people are gone, it’s not what you are looking for."

Luo Wenzhou: "In the process, you found Wu Guangchuan who was enrolling in Lianhua Mountain at the time. I heard that he was in the hospital. Why do you suspect him?"

"Splendid and wealthy. The admissions teachers drove several cars and came together. After the official business, they left early because of family affairs, and some were to go to the karst cave on the Lianhua Mountain. Those who left midway due to illness were divided into several groups. I found the cheapest guest house near Jinxiu and followed them one by one.” Guo Heng said, “I didn’t doubt Wu Guangchuan at the beginning, but once when I was walking around nearby, I saw a child following him sneakily."

Luo Wenzhou sat upright.

"A little boy in a splendid school uniform said that there was a female classmate in the class who was absent from class for no reason. He was the monitor of the class. The head teacher asked him to find out the situation. The girl was absent and did not go home. He clearly saw the girl after school. I went to see this teacher Wu in the future, but when I went to inquire about that teacher, the other party did not admit it."

"I felt something was wrong at once, can you understand? If you have a daughter that big and say nothing, you will be sensitive to everything."

"You told this to a police officer who was transferred to the city bureau at that time."

"The last name is Yang. I have worked in the Lianhuashan Public Security Bureau. I know him alone," Guo Heng said, "but he doesn't believe me."

Luo Wenzhou did not defend his master, but just asked: "What about then?"

"I can only trace it myself. The beautiful boy also helped me a lot. Once the boy suddenly called me on a pager. I rushed to take a look. I just saw Wu Guangchuan pulling a girl. The girl was always there. Struggling and being dragged away by him..." After many years, Guo Heng talked about what happened at the time, his fists were still clenched, and for a while, he continued with difficulty, "I will let the child who whistleblower go first. , I followed Wu Guangchuan’s house and saw the **** drag the little girl home and made many...disgusting actions at the door of my own house. I..."

The case file records that Guo Heng knocked on Wu Guangchuan's door, pretending to be a collector of electricity bills, and then used the knife.

Luo Wenzhou: "What's the boy's name?"

"The last name is Xu," Guo Heng thought for a while, "it seems to be called...Xu Wenchao."

Luo Wenzhou said goodbye to Guo Heng. Before the car left, he hurriedly sent a message to Tao Ran and asked him to call Su Xiaolan and Xu Wenchao, who were in the second year of junior high school in Jinxiu Middle School, and drove all the way back to the city.

On the same day, Fei Du happened to be out of the city.

"Did Mr. Fei make an appointment yesterday?" The receptionist looked through the records and secretly looked at the seductive guests.

This sanatorium is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and has an artistic garden. Although it is a medical institution, there is absolutely no smell of medicine and patients in the reception hall. The windows are bright and clean, and the beautiful receptionist Whisper softly, beside the soothing sound of ocean tide and piano music.

At first glance, it looks like a seaside holiday manor.

"Room 407 in the critically ill area, please go inside, and the staff will take you in."

Fei Du nodded at her, and easily picked a perfume lily with dew from the bouquet he brought with him, and put it in the vase at the reception desk: "Thank you, I think this flower is very similar to you. Take it."

After speaking, he put down a girl with blushing cheeks and walked in.

The people living in the critically ill area are basically people who have lost the ability to move. There is a unique kind of quietness. The medical staff walks in a hurry, and the thick shade is spread everywhere. Fei Du took the visit sign and arrived. In Ward 407, a doctor waited there early and greeted him familiarly: "Fei, I guess you have to come today."

"It happens to be free these few days," Fei Du put the flower by the man's bed, "How about it?"

"Generally it is very stable," the doctor said, "but it has been three years, the possibility of waking up is unlikely, and family members need to be psychologically prepared."

Fei Du responded with no expression, tilted his head and looked at the man on the hospital bed, and replied politely: "I see, you have worked so hard."

The doctor met his gaze and was startled for no reason. For a moment, he felt that the young man’s indifferent gaze was not like looking at his father, or even a living person—he seemed to be looking at him. The decorations are not very satisfactory, with some dispensable indifference.

The doctor had already made up a full set of dramas of "The Giants" and "Using the Throne" in his heart. He didn't dare to talk any more, said hello to Fei Du, and hurried away.

Fei Du politely watched the doctor leave, turned his hands back, and circled the man’s bed a few times. The middle-aged man on the bed was lying there unconsciously, and was dazzled by a lot of medical treatment. Surrounded by equipment, it can be seen that he is well taken care of, and none of his hair is white. If you look closely, his features are very similar to Fei Du, but his temperament is completely different. Even if he lies there motionless, it gives people a feeling. Sharp and gloomy feeling, like cold marble.

Finally, Fei Du stopped in the corner. There was a small calendar. The nurse probably neglected it, and the date was a few days ago.

He started to turn the calendar to the correct date—the last day of July was his birthday, and the two who gave birth to him, one was lying in the nursing home and the other lying underground.

Fei Du turned sideways, looked at the man with unspeakable eyes for a moment, and suddenly reached out to the man's oxygen tube.

In the quiet room, medical equipment makes a regular roar.

The young man who just gave flowers to the girl didn't have a trace of temperature on his face.