Silent Reading Chapter 54: Humbert Humbert Twenty One
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Fei Du was taken aback for a moment, and then he leaned back inconsiderately, and asked clearly and pretendingly: "Huh?"
His leaning is very playboy. The corners of his mouth stretched out without a smile, and he looked at Luo Wenzhou sideways, knowingly asking: "What did I do yesterday?"
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
He found that he was too cheap and hairy. Compared to Fei Du's strange and ambiguous attitude, he was more accustomed to putting the words "Look for Beat" on his forehead.
When two people are alone, if one of them has a sign of shortness, the other will easily push his nose on his face.
Luo Wenzhou’s brief silence made Fei Du mistakenly think that he was speechless, and felt interested. He couldn’t help but teased Luo Wenzhou again: "Yesterday I was obliged to give warmth to the police officers, and Team Luo was preparing to apply for me. Is it a pennant?"
As he said, he moved closer to Luo Wenzhou a little bit, and his eyes showed different shades of light. From his pupils, it spread out in distinct layers, like a fixed ripple: "I plan to write this time. What? I think about it..."
"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou suddenly said, "No matter how idle you are, I will think you have an ‘inconvenient attempt’ to me."
Fei Du: "..."
Because of the special relationship, Luo Wenzhou was mostly serious in front of him. After a long time, it always gave Fei Du the illusion of "this person wants a face".
Fei Du was taken aback for a moment, there was an "enemy advance, I retreat", he looked back at the dark funeral home outside the window: "Team Luo, you are sure you want to discuss such a serious matter with me in this environment Question?"
"In addition to the serious problems, I also have serious problems," Luo Wenzhou said, "Are you planning to be the shopkeeper starting from September and throw your wealth of wealth to others?"
"No need to worry about it, I have a reliable team," Fei Du shrugged. I need to come and sign, and my control is still there. Besides, even if it’s really scattered..."
"The rest of the broken copper and iron is dismantled and sold, and it is higher than the lifetime salary of our grassroots civil servants. The brackets include the pension, and the average life expectancy is two hundred and fifty years old. Right?" Luo Wenzhou cut his mouth. Cut off his showing off his wealth, "Don’t be nonsense. When your dad had an accident, you were still in school. The team, honestly be a shareholder that pays dividends every year?"
Fei Du raised his head and ran into Luo Wenzhou's gaze from the rearview mirror. The man's gaze was deep, with a straightforward and invisible sternness.
"You are not picking up your dad's company for money, you are investigating him," Luo Wenzhou said affirmatively, "According to this inference, you are now taking the same test as Yan Gongda for the same purpose, for what-or should I say , Who are you doing for?"
"Maybe it was for you?" Fei Du said without changing his face, "Maybe I suddenly changed my taste and started to covet the Luo team...well...the unpopular sexiness of the eight hundred serious?"
Fei Du, the grandson, is full of words without a word of truth.
He squinted his eyes and scanned Luo Wenzhou's straight nose and slightly angular lips aggressively, as if he was ready to kiss him at any time, and asked with a little nasal voice, "How do you know I'm studying? It's very sloppy, Luo team, besides secretly sending warmth, you also care about my report card?"
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
He exhaled from his nose, unlocked the car door, and under the playful gaze of the guy, he stretched out his hand without warning, and roughly grabbed Mr. Fei’s design shirt collar, destroying it. Sitting like a wolf with a big tail.
"First," Luo Wenzhou said solemnly, "My handsomeness has always been widely recognized by the public. It is an outdated classic for handsome men. I think I am unpopular. It only shows that you read too little and are ignorant."
"Second," his gaze swept across Fei Du's dangling plaster hand, showing a bit of horror, "Tsk, baby, I haven't seen anyone who dares to speak up like you in a few years. You look like you, want to soak me? You should add more bubble milk to add calcium, Mr. Fei!"
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the car door and said to Fei Du: "Get down."
President Fei is invincible in all kinds of sultry occasions. The first time he encountered this kind of blunt setback, he felt very fresh for a while. As a disabled person, he was half-stucked out of the car by Luo Wenzhou and looked at with eager eyes. Luo Wenzhou's back, temporarily died down, closed his mouth and followed him to the memorial hall.
The atmosphere in the memorial hall is sore. The refrigeration system inside may not be an air conditioner, but a refrigerator.
As soon as I walked in, a deep coolness swept over him. Several staff members checked Luo Wenzhou's documents very suspiciously, and did not understand why the police came to check the urn.
"What do you want to watch?" The administrator of the Missing Hall swiped his card to lead them in, while saying, "We have no violations of laws and disciplines, and there will be troubles. When did our People's Public Security have such a wide range of business Up?"
Luo Wenzhou’s meeting was actually just superficially calm. He just ate a full-on fire from someone, and the hoarse tail sound seemed to be turning around in his ears. It made him feel impetuous, just wanting to let him go. The whole world shut up, so angrily took a sentence: "What if someone explodes/bombs in the wall of ashes?"
The administrator of the storage room gave him a shocked look, obviously considering Luo Wenzhou as a creative pervert.
The storage room is a whole wall, one by one, from the bottom to the roof, Su Xiaolan is in a corner...in a small crystal photo frame.
"C District 106-Su Xiaolan," the administrator checked the names of the people, "it is her, where the daughter and fiance are placed here. If you have any questions, you can ask. I avoided it. I will come in 20 minutes later. "
After speaking, he folded his hands together, bowed a little at Su Xiaolan's photo, and walked away to avoid it.
Luo Wenzhou took Fei Du's hand to take Su Xiaolan's photo, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, first checked whether the crystal frame was interlayered, and saw that there was nothing unusual, then he handed it back to Fei Du, and went again. Turn over the "burial" items next to the urn.
"This photo is very interesting." Fei Du said.
"It's very interesting," Luo Wenzhou said while turning over, "it is the same one that existed in our bureau's archives 20 years ago."
The small box for temporary storage of the urn is not big, and it’s easy to see what the relatives put in it. In addition to the photo frame, Luo Wenzhou pulled out an old skirt from the inside, as well as menthol cigarettes, lipsticks and other items that looked like women’s personal items. The usual burial items are of little value.
"The so-called commemoration of the deceased is actually a ceremony for the living. When paying homage, the photos displayed often represent the image of the deceased in the hearts of living relatives and friends. Recent photos, if they are far apart, and those relatives and friends who don’t have much chance to meet will be put in commemorative photos. In addition, a small number of deceased people have strong self-awareness, and relatives and friends respect them after passing away, and will choose their most satisfactory photos according to their will. , Usually represents the greatest achievement in the life of the deceased. This is generally the case.” Fei Du gently tapped on the crystal photo frame, “So the most valuable moment in Su Xiaolan’s life is when she is twelve or thirteen years old. When? Then, in someone’s eyes, is she dead?"
Luo Wenzhou was checking whether he had missed anything. Before he could speak, the phone rang suddenly.
The abrupt "Song of the Five Rings" oscillated back and forth in the tortuous storage room, with high and low echoes, vividly showing the effect of a horror film. Luo Wenzhou himself had goose bumps. Only the one who claimed to "evade" The administrator poked his head out fascinatingly, and said quietly: "Turn off the silence, police officer, public places, pay attention to quality, you are very disturbing to rest."
"Big brother," Luo Wenzhou said murderously, "If I had no quality, you must be lying on the ground now."
The administrator did not dare to reason with the barbarian, and shrank his head quickly.
Luo Wenzhou noodles picks up the phone in the gust of wind, "Tao Ran, what did you find out?"
"The community was still there." Tao Ran pulled at the collar of his uniform under the scorching sun. With the help of a phone call, he sprinted to the bottom of the tree to escape the heat, and took out a copy of the old map. "I’m almost roasting it--this community is called'Xiangyang Community', and it was the earliest batch of commercial houses more than 20 years ago. At that time, they were still relatively high-end. I heard from the nearby uncle who played chess said that the splendid houses used to be here. At the time, many students from wealthy families rented houses here."
"Where is the courtyard wall?" Luo Wenzhou asked, "According to Guo Heng's statement, he could see Wu Guangchuan's house through the hollow of that wall back then. Where is it probably? Can you locate it?" /
"This piece has been rebuilt so that I don’t know my mother anymore. You will really give us a problem, Boss." Tao Ran took a breath, and rubbed the sweat on his forehead very carelessly with his sleeves. Colleagues sweating in the distance waved to him-they hired a few surveying and mapping workers from a nearby construction site. They used Xiangyang District as the cornerstone and used the scales on the old map to outline the year. Old track.
The road has more than doubled. It turns out that Wu Guangchuan’s home has been filled by the main road. Fortunately, there are few people on the street in the midsummer afternoon. Two policemen each holding a wooden tower and standing together one meter and five stood on the road. In the middle, the door of Wu Guangchuan's house was restored.
Tao Ran walked along the wall of Xiangyang Community where there was a lot of grass, and said to Luo Wenzhou: "I think this location should be between Building 7 and Building 8—according to Guo Heng’s description, this location is right on the corner. , And I can see Wu Guangchuan’s home tens of meters away... This place is not easy to find, Wenzhou, the bicycle shed originally built in the old building is here, there is a small aisle less than one person wide, I have to walk sideways when I come in— —Xu Wenchao came in with Guo Heng in a familiar way at the time. How did you say he found this place?"
The voice is down, and a message has been sent to both of their mobile phones simultaneously, it is Lang Joe.
Lang Qiao went to Jinxiu Middle School and found out the old files kept by the school, and found the contact address that Xu Wenchao registered in the school when he was in junior high school-Xiangyang Community Building 8, Unit 201.
Tao Ran squeezed the phone, turned his head to look at the old building with mottled exterior walls, and then quickly drilled out of the small cracks, turned and ran up to the second floor of Building 8, where the windows in the corridor that had been open all the year round had been rusted. , There is a layer of long-standing oil stains on it, which coincides with the direction of the window of the master bedroom in room "201".
Tao Ran opened his eyes wide and looked over. He happened to see his two colleagues holding a tower ruler from the window. A few meters behind them were placed a few stones, representing the basement of Wu Guangchuan’s house—the old house in the past. Many basements are rented and sold separately, so most of them are not closed. They also have windows. There are iron fences around the house, and flower beds are placed outside the iron fences to prevent people from falling and to prevent others from prying eyes.
Twenty years ago, this city was not so ostentatious. After nine o'clock at night, the streets were already sparsely populated, and there were not so many night owls that appeared at night.
Some people who can only live in the dark carefully probed the surroundings and made sure that it was dead at night before they peeled off their disguised skins, took out their dark bones and desires/hopes, and let themselves be indulged in the dark basement. .
Will there be a pair of condescending eyes, just able to cross the flower bed and see everything from that fateful perspective?
Tao Ran, sweating and goosebumps, rushed into the family committee of Building 8 in three steps and two steps, and took the work permit to the staff’s desk: "Excuse me, let me see, Room 201 in Unit Three. Who is the master, have you ever traded in recent years?"
"201?" The staff checked the registration records, "No, I have always been the original owner."
Tao Ran took a second breath: "Is the surname Xu?"
"No surname Xu, surname Sun-old couple," the staff turned their heads to find the old building manager next to him to confirm, "Is that Sister Zhao?"
"Yes, I'm not too young. I have a daughter, who is almost in her forties?" The middle-aged woman next to her poured a glass of water to Tao Ran. Tao Ran reluctantly thanked her, feeling a little disappointed in her heart— -He didn't know what happened just now. Suddenly there was an unexplained feeling in the corridor, as if there was something in the next room 201, it turned out to be nervous.
Tao Ran was about to say goodbye, when he heard the middle-aged man who poured water on him and said: "My daughter has the ability to go abroad to settle, and I took my parents away a few years ago. Then I will be with his family. Uncle chatted and said that he wanted to sell the house before he left-what happened later? I don't know if I didn't find a suitable buyer or what, I don't think it was transferred to others-but it may be rented out. Now, someone has always paid for water and electricity bills..."
When Sister Zhao said this, she suddenly remembered something, her voice stopped abruptly, and she winked awkwardly with the colleague next to her.
Tao Ran was taken aback: "Sister, do you know who the tenant is?"
Sister Zhao made a "haha" and glanced down very unnaturally: "I don't know, I haven't encountered it very often. Now I buy water and electricity by myself, and the owners don't come to us if there is nothing to do."
Tao Ran's gaze turned to the "eliminate safety hazards and severely crack down on group renting" behavior in the large copybook on the wall of the family committee office, and his expression was tense.
The expressions of the two staff members changed at the same time, and Ms. Zhao quickly defended: "No, no luck, the family is also not very lucky, the tenants always change, not group rent, absolutely not..."
Tao Ran stood up abruptly: "Give me the key!"
Taking money from bad properties acquiesced in building a group rented house privately in the old community, but "201" people come and go, is it really a group renting house——
At this time, Luo Wenzhou had already copied a home for "Su Xiaolan", and found nothing. He looked back at Fei Du helplessly: "Mr. Fei, you are not reliable occasionally."
Fei Du leaned against the ashes wall without any shy: "Would you like to check the last place first before judging whether I am reliable?"
As he said, he stretched out his hand and took out Su Xiaolan’s urn directly. The upper two layers of silk were wrapped tightly. He seemed to be uncomfortable with his lover’s clothes. With a finger lightly picked, the silk could not wait. The ground fell off, revealing the square solid wood box inside.
Luo Wenzhou: "..."