Chapter 3 3. Where does she come from?

Li Shuilu passed away on the second night when Liu Kai visited her in the hospital. After receiving the call from Dr. Tian, ​​Liu Kai rushed over immediately. At this time, Li Shuilu's face was covered with a white cloth, and all kinds of intubation tubes on his body were removed.She lay quietly on the bed, a strand of white hair fell on the pillow like dry grass, and the thin body covered under the quilt was as pitifully small as a baby. The ward was full of people, the forensic doctor, Dr. Tian, ​​two male nurses, Hu Guang and Li Ailing. "My father wanted to come, but his illness has not improved. This incident has hit him too hard." Hu Guang saw Liu Kai walking in, so he moved closer to him and said in a low voice.

Liu Kai didn't know what to say for a while, so he just said "oh". "Haven't you identified the suspect yet?" Hu Guang asked. "Not yet." Liu Kai replied ambiguously. Probably Hu Guang also saw that Liu Kai had no interest in talking, so he stopped the conversation knowingly. There was a sudden silence in the ward.No one shed tears except Li Ailing who was sobbing softly.But Liu Kai, who was silently standing in front of Li Shuilu's bed, had a different feeling in his heart at this moment.He felt unspeakable sorrow at the death of this old woman whom he had never met.

It was at this moment that Liu Kai's dying Li Shuilu's difficult cry sounded again: "Small-eight--cun" Oh, "Xiaoba-cun". What about a few words?In any case, this should be the deepest thing left in Li Shuilu's memory, otherwise, she would not try her best to leave these three words behind, and this should also be her last entrustment.Liu Kai once again had a sense of responsibility and urgency in his heart.He must find this place, no matter where in the world it hides. Ma Sen asked a friend nicknamed "Networm" to search all the village names on the Internet, but he couldn't find "Xiaoba Village".So, he borrowed Xiao Qu from the police station, a junior student and household registration policeman, and asked around with him.The difficulty is that it is impossible to determine where Li Shuilu's accent is.She has spent almost half of her life in Baiyun City, and she probably made a lot of efforts to blur her accent.Therefore, except for not having a southern accent, you can say that she is from any northern province.

Mason and Xiaoqu spent two days running around restaurants and construction sites in the city.In the evening of the next day, after they had visited many migrant workers in several large northern provinces such as Henan, Hebei, Shanxi, and Shandong, the exhausted Xiaoqu asked some people from the Northeast to ask questions. "People from the Northeast? Don't people from the Northeast call a village a village?" Ma Sen stood still on the side of the road and asked in a daze. "Maybe there is an exception? In some places in the Northeast, villages are called 'Zhuang'."

"But now, where do you go to find people from the Northeast?" "Brother Ma, don't forget, I'm a household registration police officer, so I don't know which one in the district I'm in charge of!" Xiao Qu said flamboyantly, raising his hand and pointing to a shampoo room on the side of the road, "Here , the proprietress of Liangmei Shampoo is from the Northeast, let's go in and ask her." Before Ma Sen agreed, Xiao Qu crossed the road and walked ahead. What Ma Sen didn't expect was that in Liangmei's shampoo room, a northeastern girl named Ahong told him that her hometown, Dadao Town, was only five kilometers away from Xiaoba Village by the sea.A Hong also told him that Xiaoba Village is very desolate, with only a dozen families.There is not even a proper road, and all the roads to get there are sand holes.

This harvest really made Masson overjoyed.