Silent Reading Chapter 55: Humbert Humbert 22
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"You let me turn the urn...inside." Luo Wenzhou didn't know what expression to mobilize to face Fei Du, so he had to give him a gritted smile, "Are you sure Xu Wenchao is so perverted by you?"
"I think this view of your'normal people' is very interesting," Fei Du gave him Su Xiaolan's urn. , Such as sacred, unlucky, not tolerant of profanity, not to be touched... No matter who she was before her death."
It's a small box, and the weight is not light. Luo Wenzhou took it for a few breaths after taking it over: "The sense of ritual and taboo is because of the fear of life and death-I tell you Fei Du, if there is nothing but ashes after opening it. , I'll just stuff you in."
He finished speaking, put the small box on the ground, opened the lid of the box with gritted teeth, pulled out the bits and pieces of wet agent and foam inside, covered with goose bumps, opened the cloth bag with the ashes in it, and stretched out his hand stiffly Dialed a few times.
Suddenly, Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, he and Fei Du looked at each other, and then carefully pulled out a sealed plastic bag from the pile of ashes.
Fei Du smiled: "It seems I don't need to go in?"
Luo Wenzhou carefully shook off the ash from the outside of the plastic bag through his gloves, and found that inside was a very small old notebook, about sixty-four open, pink plastic leather, very characteristic of the times.
Su Xiaolan's writing is actually quite good. Some of the brushes are slick like an adult, and there are a lot of decorations between the pages-a skull drawn by a ballpoint pen, a bunch of "bloodstains" wiped out by a red pen, etc. Wait, it looks very depressing, with uncomfortable sentences and exclamation marks everywhere.
"x year x month x day, the **** let the fat man come to me and count the money at the door. I'm going to kill her! Pull out her tongue!! Use a sprinkle (wine) bottle to mix (smash) Break her brain!!!"
As soon as Luo Wenzhou opened his notebook, he was slammed into his eyes by such a sentence. He drew a calm breath and tightened his brows.
"X year x month x day, Deng Ying came! Suddenly it rained heavily without holding an umbrella. She had been to my house before and ran to hide from the rain. There was someone in my house and that person was drunk! Ink on the page) The cheap/people helped the drunkard entrust (drag) her into the house, she's done!"
"On the day x year x month x, the police came to the school and looked for Deng Ying. They asked a lot of people, but didn’t ask me, because I asked for leave that day, and Deng Ying was in my bathroom. We all have to finish."
"X year x month x day, the **** put Deng Ying into the refrigerator, pulled away, and told people that it was a wholesale popsicle. The refrigerator was stinking to death, I vomited, and the **** hit me again. "
Fei Du asked: "Who is Deng Ying?"
"I don't know." Luo Wenzhou's thick eyebrows seemed to be tightened, and he pressed his voice and said, "At this time, Su Xiaolan was only in the fourth grade. We didn't find a victim who met the criteria, so we ruled it out—if This is the first child to be killed. She should have broken in by accident, and she may not have the characteristics afterwards."
Twenty-four years ago, it was a midsummer evening.
Deng Ying, a fourth-grade girl, came home from school. Suddenly, she did not take an umbrella. She ran for a few steps under the rain. She was really embarrassed. She remembered that the home of a good friend in the same class was nearby, so she could go and hide. It’s raining, and it’s said that my good friend was sick and asked for leave this day, so I can just go visit——
The large areas of Sophora japonica were blown away by the rain and the wind, and the soft dark fragrance was soaked in the muddy water on the floor.
The girl doesn't have a mobile phone and can't explain her whereabouts to anyone. She rushed to an unstoppable sidetrack after a temporary intention.
And that may not only be a sidetrack for her alone.
Luo Wenzhou: "So Su Xiaolan's mother should have discovered another purpose for her daughter since then."
General Fei didn’t want to squat on the ground like a big monkey, and watched the pamphlet picked up from the urn, so he simply sat on the side, propped up one leg, put his injured arm on it, and leaned back against it. The wall of ashes.
He put half of the gods on this matter, and the other half on Luo Wenzhou. He felt that this person was a bit magical, so he suddenly couldn't help asking: "What will happen to Su Luozhan?"
"Su Luozhan?" Luo Wenzhou was suddenly interrupted by his thoughts, and looked at Fei Du strangely, "How about what?"
Fei Du: "I mean she will not be sentenced."
"Oh, yes, custody and upbringing--her level, it will take about three years," Luo Wenzhou turned over a page of notes and said lightly, "Let’s check it out after three years. I'll have more police stations in the jurisdiction. Watch out."
"Three years," Fei Du raised an eyebrow. "It's not enough to go to a bachelor degree. I thought that when she said ‘fun’, someone would want to rush in and strangle her."
"I was paid to investigate the case for the more impulsive ones. I was not in the monitoring room."
"What about you?" Fei Du took a bit of reluctance. "You have been investigating all night and all night, and you have been pushed around by the victim's family. After listening to people crying and hearing people scolding, you have to put yourself in place to be able to Let this case go on without complaint and regret? Now that the prisoner has finally been caught, not only did they not honestly explain, one of the culprits still has no repentance, and objectively does not have to bear criminal responsibility, you have no idea. Right?"
Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and said lightly: "When I started as a policeman, you were still watching cartoons at home,'Intern'."
"I don't watch cartoons," Fei Du said, "I only play games occasionally."
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
He gave a dry cough, and Gu left and right said to him: "Su Xiaolan's diary didn't mention how Su Hui handled the corpse. Do you have any ideas?"
Fei Du stared at Luo Wenzhou with a very "intentional" gaze for a while, staring at Luo Wenzhou like a man on his back, and wanted to find a needle to sew his eyelids, so he temporarily let him go, and continued to speak: "Me? I prefer to divide the body, because I have a car, and I can't check the dna at that time, chop a little bit, buy a few bags of spare ribs, mix the corpse pieces with animal bones, and throw them along the barren mountains and ridges of the entire suburbs. Even if the human body is accidentally identified by bad luck, it is difficult for the police to determine who the body is."
“If it’s a broken body, Su Xiaolan’s diary should mention it,” Luo Wenzhou ignored his enthusiastic tone and said objectively as much as possible, “Besides, a woman who is addicted to wine and a little girl may not have broken bodies. Physical strength."
"Then find a way to bury it, preferably in a place that is absolutely safe, sure to belong to me forever, no one will turn over before I die-if it is abroad, you can bury it directly in your own garden, but It is very difficult in China. With our special land policy, burying a corpse is equivalent to burying a landmine. It will explode one day if it is not easy to say, and it is not insurance.” Fei Du said, “So I had to go back to the next best place. A corpse is not easy to be turned out. Even if it is turned out, no one cares about it-such as some wild graves where people are secretly buried in the countryside, or areas with a high incidence of drowning overgrown with water plants."
"There are still some villages where cremation is not fully implemented. There are always piles of graves piled in wreaths in the fields. Look for new graves, or because of some newly dug and repaired places, and then bury them in the soil. The color does not arouse suspicion. In the short term, that area will usually not be excavated again. But this requires the murderer to be very familiar with the place where the corpse was thrown." Fei Duo paused, and said, "It is more convenient Tie a stone on a person’s ankle and let the corpse sink into the water. After a while, the rope will rot with the corpse, the heavy objects will naturally detach from the corpse, and the bones will be entangled in wildly growing water plants. Potential to become the protagonist of the next water ghost story. Anything that has happened in the world will leave traces, and a wise man must also lose his mind. Instead of fighting the entire public security system, it is better to remember to observe a criminal principle—"
Luo Wenzhou looked at him silently.
"Don't let the dead body be found. If the dead body is at risk of being turned out, don't let people who may come into contact with the dead body think that it is necessary to call the police."
Luo Wenzhou listened to his theory and nodded: "Very experience, but it is also difficult to operate-for example, you seem to be dizzy. After all, why are you dizzy?"
The corners of Fei Du’s mouth froze slightly, as if choked by this question. After a while, he said a little bit stiffly: "You won’t be dizzy if you know the reason."
After speaking, he stopped speaking.
Luo Wenzhou succeeded in turning the crime theorist into a quiet vase with one sentence, allowing him to sit on the side pleasingly, eliminating interference by himself, and calmly continuing to read Su Xiaolan's diary.
"It is possible to throw the corpse in the drowning high hair zone overgrown with water and grass," Luo Wenzhou said quietly, "Su Hui's hometown is in Pinghai County. Pinghai has always been Yancheng's reservoir. There are rivers and ditch, she can...huh?"
Luo Wenzhou originally scanned Su Xiaolan's diary in one eye and ten lines. He quickly skipped the daily parts of a large number of small details. Suddenly, he turned the page.
Those pages were about school affairs. Su Xiaolan was very hostile, and one was cheap and the other was cheap. She felt that she was living in the cheap/human star, and there were no other species around. What caught Luo Wenzhou’s attention was a photo in it, which was supposed to be a performance at school. Six girls stood together on the stage and called the curtain call, with a row of slender legs exposed outside the floral skirt.
The faces of the other five people were all painted with ballpoint pens, and Su Xiaolan was in the middle, lifting her chin slightly to look at the camera.
Flora skirt—Yes, there is no mention of floral skirt in her diary.
Luo Wenzhou quickly turned a few pages forward.
" On x year x month x day, the dance teacher is so cheap/good. I am afraid that people will say that she will take the money (return the deduction) and let us buy the costumes by ourselves. It's my back. The bitch/people are not going to die! The teacher is not going to die!!"
"X year x month x day, tomorrow rehearsal, I don't have a skirt. I ran into that disgusting fat guy outside the school, and he walked around the school. I went with him, and he bought me the skirt."
"Su Xiaolan voluntarily sold herself for the first time for a floral skirt." Luo Wenzhou flipped through the diary year, "Twenty-two years ago, it was the first year when we counted homogeneous cases. She was never forced to Assisting in the crime turned to active crime-why hasn't she asked for help before... What are you laughing at?"
"Men, women, and children of the same age, who can she choose-a man is a disgusting "guest", a woman is a "bitch" who persecutes and abuses her, as for the child, after Deng Ying died, she was Apart from fear, she instinctively avoids intimacy with her peers... Is a girl who has a gloomy temperament, an earlier development, and unfortunately a better-looking girl, will be popular with her classmates? Children bully others, more tricky There are many adults. Besides, she still hates the little skirts that girls easily wear."
In the last few pages of Su Xiaolan's notebook, those angry graffiti gradually disappeared because of the appearance of a person.
The precocious girl showed a clear liking for this person, especially when he was unexpectedly discovered that he was actually his own teacher. Although Wu Guangchuan was also a "guest", he had a gentle personality. On the one hand, he was a teacher and on the other hand, he had Unbearable desire, he is like a green plant growing out of the shadows, with a melancholy temperament of malnutrition. He is obsessed with girls, and often shows love and care for Su Xiaolan like a lover.
"X year x month x day, I went to his house today. I don’t tell the idiot or don’t want his money about going to his house. He goes to my house twice a week, so I don’t want the idiot to find me Other activities."
"x year x month x day, I like him, he is my knight."
"x year x month x day, he said that he wanted to adopt me, and he had to find a way to get rid of the bastard/people."
……
"X year x month x day, cheap/people said that he has been here for half a year, he can be regarded as a trustworthy old customer, you can give him the'sheep', I bought □□, I will kill her!"
"X year x month x day, the **** really gave him the'sheep', he actually asked for it! He actually asked for it!!! I hate him!!!"
"X year x month x day, I secretly followed him to Lotus Mountain."
"X year x month x day, he was looking at someone else, that little bit/person was wearing a floral skirt."
"X year x month x day, he was hospitalized, I tricked the little man into the hotel where he was staying, tied her into a sheep, and waited for him."
Behind was a large mass of jet black ink. Several sheets of paper were torn. There were a few "hate" mixed in the smudge. The diary was about to turn to the end, and there was no more coherent content.
In the large ink stains, there are screaming phone calls and floral skirts cut into rags in the kidnapping case of serial girls that shocked the city.
The unsatisfactory performance costume was branded with a floral skirt in her soul. It was not the obsession of the love seekers, but a girl in the quagmire time and time again. Repeating the process of sinking his soul.
Wu Guangchuan once pulled her, and stepped her back into a more hopeless abyss. The skirt on Guo Fei's body that was stained by an unfortunate coincidence became a cage of iron, locked in her bones and blood. Here, for 20 years, it is not rusty and not bad, free from life and death, and passed on to the next generation.
The last page of the diary was glued to the plastic cover. Luo Wenzhou felt as if there was something behind it, and he pulled it gently—a dozen photos fell out.
Those photos are different from old to new ones. They should be taken secretly. In a small room, the walls are covered with soundproofing materials, the heavy curtains are always drawn, the light is dim and unclear, and there is a difference in every photo. The girl of, and a different man, the beasts in human skin happened to have very recognizable front faces.
Fei Du picked up the only blurry photo from it.
It was an old photo with very poor lighting. Even if the person who was taking photos was very high, he could only get a rough outline. The low-rise buildings in the distance were dazzlingly displayed in the night, and the surroundings became one with the darkness. , The camera was condescending, focusing on the flower bed downstairs. A rose tree that was originally planted there died, leaving a small gap just enough for the prying eyes to invade.
The slender girl was pressed against the glass, her hands helplessly pressed against the window, her face was blurred, and the shadow of a tall man behind——
"Are these Wu Guangchuan and Su Xiaolan secretly photographed by Xu Wenchao when he was renting in Xiangyang Community?"
At the same time, Tao Ran and a group of colleagues pushed open the door of Unit 3, Building 8, Xiangyang Community.
In the empty room, an unspeakable smell came over.
The heavy curtain was pulled, Tao Ran opened it, and saw that the window that had been aimed at Wu Guangchuan’s house was stuck with a huge photo——
It was the night of twenty years ago.