Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Funeral

midsummer.675 Julu Road.This time, the iron gate was open. Everything in front of me was tanned by the sun and felt unreal.They have actually been here for a long time, whether it is the old rust on the iron gate, the dirt on the gateposts on both sides, or the canopy protruding obliquely, forming another arc-topped boxwood in front of the main building in front, As well as the Taihu stone that divides the flower bed and the stone road at the foot of the boxwood, and even the small gatehouse carved out of gray-red bricks next to it, all of them have faded out of another appearance in time.But now, the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon brushed a layer of fresh taste on them.

The people in the concierge were lying on the table with their heads drooped, as if they were silently mourning or dozing off.Actually, I think he's looking at me, with his forehead, his hair. I stepped on the light and shadow of boxwood to walk in.Too bright, I thought, that's not right.After all, there was a funeral going on.Where does the sense of being examined come from? It is solid and detailed.Is it the dead? The brick walls of the main building are full of creepers, and palm-sized leaves stretch out layer by layer to meet the sun.They went around a four-pane plexiglass window, and hung on the door in strands.I looked up at the glass window, there was a green pattern on a brown background, and the upper left pane was empty, and it still hadn't been filled.Such old-fashioned glass may only be empty if it is broken.God, there are eyes behind any gap, between the leaves of the ivy, behind the hollow of the glass window.

I don't want to go under the arch.But the door sticks out and blocks the entire main road, unless I step into the flower bed and go around.This is a beautiful entrance, like a pavilion, with round arches in four directions, and a semicircular chandelier hanging from the dome. There are four marble steps under the arch into the main building, leading to the hall with diamond-shaped lattice floor tiles.I remember there was a mirror facing the door, and a clock, and the lights would make it all shine.But I didn't take a look into the door, I didn't dare, I was guilty, there was always a pair of swollen eyes looking at me in the corner that I could never see.I lowered my head, walked through the door, and walked into the sunlight again.

slightly better. Still did not hear the mourning. Going around to the south of the main building, there are bamboos planted in the flower beds. If there is no wind, there will be no sound of bamboo.A boy was standing on the other side of the pool, hiding behind the statue of Cupid.Unknown mourners began to come out and pass me by.All this without sound.All the noise in the street just now disappeared at some point. There is a force that makes this place quiet.Perhaps, this is just my own reason.I can't hear anymore, and even see less and less things, like when I rolled up a paper tube and put it in front of my eyes when I was a child, the world is far away and flat.I can still think, but some things are entangled and piled up together, and my brain hurts when I pull one.

The place of the funeral was on the lawn.No coffin, no remains, just a ceremony.Before his death, Feng Yi hoped that he would have a grassland funeral, just like many people have grassland weddings.It was almost a joke, but he left too early and didn't talk about his affairs seriously, so others could only take the joke seriously. I think he will be satisfied.Because he likes it here.He had just joined the Society this spring in the West Hall of the main building, and that's when we met. A marble slab was placed in the center of the lawn, with Feng Yi's portrait on it.There's a small box behind the picture, maybe his ashes?

I put the flowers I was holding on the grass, bowed three times to him, and squeezed out from the silent crowd. Finally heard the sound again, someone whispered. It was the first time to attend Ning Shi's funeral like this. The voice said that it seemed that he was buried under the grass, and no one dared to disturb him. I found myself drenched in sweat. I sat on the stone chair under the grape arbor opposite the pool, trying to stop remembering what he looked like when he died.Then, begin to mentally say the words of forgiveness to yourself. I saw the boy behind Cupid again. He sat on the steps behind the pool, facing the lush stone pillars full of ivy, looking towards me.I knew he didn't see anything, just a pale shell.

He was more sad than anyone on the lawn. I went over and sat next to him. This is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, his face is pale and there is a touch of sick flush, his right hand is wrapped with a bandage.He slowly bent his knees and buried his face in it. He is shaking. "Are you Feng Yi's son?" I asked.I didn't have a close relationship with Feng Yi, so I thought he was single. "He's my uncle," he answered, without looking at me. He said a lot of words intermittently, I couldn't hear clearly, he really wanted to talk, but tried hard to control himself not to talk.This contradiction made him tremble more and more, he was obviously crying, and soon he couldn't continue.

I was silent for a while, looked at the statue in front of me, and said, "Your uncle likes this place very much. He likes this statue. Do you know its origin? It used to be called the Garden of Love, and this statue..." He looked up, looked at me, and said, "Uncle, can you leave me alone for a while." "Oh, I'm sorry." "No need to." I stood up and wanted to leave, but I couldn't do anything. Some force trapped me. He glanced at me again—the stranger standing beside him like a stone. In this way, it seemed that after a long time, the words were squeezed out of his mouth with difficulty.

"I think you should know how your uncle died. It was me." He looked at me blankly. "The murderer is me." There was an invisible explosion, and I relaxed, and the strings that were about to strangle me collapsed one after another.I sat down again. That night, the iron gate of No. 675 Julu Road was ajar. At 9:40 in the evening, the strong wind blew away the pedestrians on the street, and the heavy rain did not pour down for a long time.At this point, typhoon Mei Chaofeng has probably landed in Shanghai, or it may be heading north along the coastline. I don't know, and neither does the meteorological station. Mei Chaofeng's whereabouts are uncertain.

This is by no means a night to go out.But I have to be here. There are several signs on the wall on one side of the iron gate, and I glanced at them through the streetlights - "Harvest Literature Magazine", "Sprout Magazine", "Shanghai Literature Magazine"... On the other side of the doorpost hangs the sign of "Shanghai Writers Association". I chose to be in this place that breeds all kinds of stories! I pushed open the iron door, and there was a slow sound of gold and stone being scraped on the ground by the deadbolt, and the whistling and swirling wind made my heart contract.

The lights in the concierge were dimmed, and there was no one there.What a big deal, I thought. It should be in time, I glanced at my watch, it was nine forty-two. On the night of the typhoon, it seemed that I, the uninvited guest who pushed the door, was left in the entire compound of the Writers Association.All the lights were dimmed, and even the stray cats retreated to their corners. But, she must be here! Her name is Lin Qiwen, female, seventeen years old, studying financial accounting in a vocational school, as beautiful as a Barbie doll, once had long black hair - the long hair has been cut off by the criminal and burned to ashes, lying horizontally in the ashes Half a match, and four cursive English letters written with a match - LOVE. I bent down and picked up the latch, and closed the iron door.The iron gate was trembling and shaking, I imagined from behind, the bowed body and the unsuspecting back of the head. down the iron rod. A bit of cold hit the back of my neck, I shivered and straightened up.It was a sporadic huge raindrop, and they could hardly stay in the clouds of the night. I took out my flashlight and turned around.The beam of light shone to the left and penetrated the glass of the porter's room.Behind it was a writing desk and a chair with a backrest. On the chair was a middle-aged man with a pale face and no expression. When the white light fell on it, I was suddenly worried that I would see such a scene. . I feel that I am being eroded by the shadows that have existed in this courtyard for a hundred years.Those stories are blown out by the wind, stretching each other's thin legs and feet around, touching you lightly and touching you again. The flashlight shines to the right, which is a narrow road sandwiched between the main building and the auxiliary building facing the street. The tall and short plants on both sides are shaking in the wind, twisting light and shadows. There should be no one hiding, I thought, and walked straight ahead. Where will Lin Qiwen be? Another raindrop, coming soon. I walked to the door blocking the middle of the road, and there was a voice in my head. When I lifted the flashlight, I saw the chandelier shaking hoarsely.Take back the flashlight and look to the right, the door of the main building is closed.The wind rushed in through the front, rear, and left arches, twisting and panting under the head of the door.It was the whistling sound rising from deep in the throat before the snoring sounded. I continued to move forward, and the stone path turned right not far away. Bamboos were planted in the flower bed on the left, and I heard their voices.The sharp and narrow leaves tremble, whip, break, wither and dance in the wind. There are many evil spirits in the bamboo forest, but fortunately, the bamboo here has not yet become a forest. On the right is the front of the main building, which used to be the main entrance. Once a week, all three pairs of six doors here will be opened, the curtains will be drawn, the crystal lights will be lit, a grand banquet will be held, music will be played from the phonograph, and guests will come and go ... This splendor was already 80 years ago. The owner, Liu Jisheng, died in Hong Kong in 1962, and the crystals on the crystal chandelier also turned yellow. Naturally, I couldn’t see the yellow crystals in the dark, the lights were locked in the building by the door, and there was a secluded courtyard between me and the door.There is a dark yellow or dark white light behind the bamboo, which is reflected from behind the windows of the adjacent building. It is impossible to see anything clearly, and it is swayed by the wind. The pool in the courtyard loomed in the shadows, and I walked close to the pool to the porch of the main building. My eyes had already begun to adapt to the dim light in the dark night, and I could see more things without the need for a flashlight.For example, those creepers attached to the thick pillars in front of the porch, their broad leaves stretching upward into the darkness, seem to cover all the walls.The leaves are hugged together, undulating in gusts of wind, like a layer of black liquid.The pool was behind me, but I couldn't help but look back.The woman on the tray in the center of the pool, I can only see the outline of her body, which was slender and graceful in the daytime, but now it is twisted like a living thing.I think she leaned over me, and yes, she was facing me. I didn't want to look at the scene again, turned around and went up the steps, passed between the pillars, and pushed one door after another, all locked.The flashlight shines through the glass of the door frame and falls on the rectangular tables and dozens of chairs in the hall, but there is no one there. I walked to the far west end of the porch, and the flashlight peered deeper into the courtyard.There is a piece of lawn inside, and behind the lawn is a building newly built in the past twenty years, with four floors or five floors?On the other side of the lawn, on the west side of the main building, there is also a building whose number of floors is unknown, but it is not high anyway.It was refurbished, and inside the new shell was the small ancillary building where Liu Jisheng's servants lived eighty years ago.In addition to the double-storey auxiliary building facing the street in the north, there are a total of three new buildings surrounding the main building in this compound, as if to lock the ancient and mysterious atmosphere in the main building and prevent it from creeping into the present world. Which building will Lin Qiwen be in?I went down the steps and saw the pool again.I approached slowly and squatted down by the pool.There was something lying in the grass at my feet, and I reached out to touch it. The cold and rough metal surface was a copper frog facing the pond. The petal-shaped pool looks like an open palm, less than ten square meters, and seems very deep.I stared at it for a long time, the flashlight flickered back and forth on the surface of the pool, and in the end I couldn't be sure whether Lin Qiwen was in it or not.I think of the marble bathtub surrounded by ashes at the scene, with a classical shape and bas-reliefs on the surface. The style is similar to the statue of the woman in front of me—Psuchhe, and Lin Qiwen's teddy dog ​​is soaked in the bathtub. Do you want to go down and touch it? I shook my head and stood up.He had no reason to just drown her in it silently. I guess she's in the building behind me. Of course, there are criminals.They are waiting for my visit in a corner of this 80-year-old building. I made my way through the gusts of wind, back to the east door.On the steps are two tightly closed teak doors more than three meters high. I twisted the brass round door handle and pulled it hard, but it didn’t move. With a muffled sound, it opened. I walked in, felt a few old-fashioned toggle switches on the wall next to the door, and turned them all down. The huge light instantly made me squint my eyes.I closed the door with my backhand, and the increasingly violent wind immediately left only whimpering, stirring the air in the building to vibrate faintly, echoing inside and outside.There was still draft, so there must be a window open somewhere. I am in a living room with black and white rhombus checkered floor tiles. The main light source is the hemispherical crystal chandelier above my head. On the opposite wall is a triple door mirror with a frame. The man in the long-sleeved T-shirt, with messy hair covering half of his frowning eyebrows, has a ball of light in his hand. I turned off the flashlight. On the left side of the door mirror is a tall clock with a face embedded in the head and a long pendulum hanging from the body.I looked at the time and saw that it was gone, but I don't know how many years ago it stopped. There are four doors in the hall, the south and west ones are locked, which should lead to the former ballroom.On the two small doors next to the spiral escalator were signs of men’s and women’s restrooms. I pushed open the door of the men’s restroom, and the floor tiles turned into small mosaic squares. The inside is a white grid with an X-shaped pattern of blue hearts.The white mosaic on the four walls and the top may be newly made, without mottled ground.The marble washstand, the single hanging urinal on the opposite side, and the closed stained glass window above the side of the urinal are clear at a glance, and there is no place to hide. I exited the men's room and pushed open the door of the women's room. The layout was similar to that of the men's room, except that the urinals had been replaced with compartments.The door of the cubicle was ajar, and when it was pushed open, no one was inside. I went back to the escalator, looked up, and the escalator turned up and down in circles, sinking into the darkness, like an endless tower of Babel.There is a switch on the wall next to it. When it is turned on, a cloud of light falls from the top.It was a four to five meter long crystal chandelier, decorated in the center of the spiral escalator, hanging from the third floor to the second and a half floors, like the heart of the whole building, emitting a cold radiance. As soon as the light was turned on, something seemed to come alive in the building.When I looked up like this, I had the illusion that at any moment, a woman in pajamas from the 1930s would poke her head out from behind the railing on the third floor and say to me, you are back. I went up the stairs to the first floor and finally understood where the wind came from.There are two side windows here, the upper right one is missing among the four panels of painted grape-patterned glass.The wind poured in through this opening, blowing out bursts of weeping in the spiral corridor. The rain hasn't fallen yet. On the first and a half floors, there is a narrow door that cannot be opened. From the layout of the whole building, I guess there is a half balcony behind the door.Continue up to the second floor, the stairs to the third floor are on the left, and the long arched corridor is on the right, deep into the darkness.I turned on the flashlight and looked in. There were rooms on both sides of the empty corridor, and the doors were tightly closed. I found the overhead light switch on the wall at the corner of the stairs, turned it on, and the whole floor was lit up.In many cases, the bright lights do not increase the sense of security. You can see every corner, but you always feel that there is something behind you, which is lightly placed on the back of your neck. The building reverberates so surprisingly well at night that I've stopped for a moment with the lingering echoes in my ears.Tap, tap, I think it's a psychological reason, but I couldn't help but look at my feet.I regret wearing these hard-soled leather shoes. But... what is that? I bent down and picked up a small object on the first step of the stairs leading to the third floor. A shell button. A tiny one, pinned to a blouse, would look beautiful. Is Lin Qiwen wearing a shirt?All I know is that she's wearing jeans, jeans with lots and lots of holes, and the fresh cut fabric that's been thrown in the toilet by the tub. A perverted and weak criminal is also the most dangerous, because it is hard to predict what his twisted head will guide his body to do. At this time, I have nothing but a hard plastic flashlight. No problem, as long as you find him and her, everything will be solved. I put the button in my trouser pocket and walked to the third floor. Close, I thought.But... it's kind of weird. third floor.This is where the stairs end, and this is the top floor.The switch for the aisle overhead light was in the same position, and I went over and turned it on. It was still a corridor with all the doors closed.With the reminder of the shell button just now, I turned on the flashlight and took a photo on the ground to see what other clues I could find. The slender strips of yellow teak flooring, upon close inspection, have many shallow stains and marks that cannot be wiped off.I didn't find the second button, but in the middle of the corridor, I found something more important than buttons. A tiny drop... red. Is it blood? I crouch down.It's a new mark, it hasn't been long since it condensed.I wanted to scrape with my hands, but suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the air in the whole building was shaken and tumbling. Before the thunder had dissipated, the sound of rain picked up indistinctly. The muffled rumbling sound rolled down the stairs, round and round, and then came back out again from the end of the corridor. I froze. Because it wasn't just thunder that came back from the other end of the corridor.What is hidden in the thunder is "da". Tap, tap, tap. I shone a flashlight over there, and the sound stopped immediately. I stood up, waited for a while, the voice sounded again, getting closer, but after a few times, it stopped again. I thought, that person stopped at the corner at the other end of the corridor, where I happened to be out of sight. I took a breath and walked forward. Tap, tap, the aperture of the flashlight swayed with my footsteps. I stopped three steps away from the corner, shook the flashlight, and whispered, "Come out." There was a cough from there, and then a foot wearing a brown pointed leather shoe stepped out from the right corner.The flashlight moves upwards along the jeans, the slightly fat belly under the white T-shirt, and then upwards... "Don't shine the light on my face, it's very infiltrating to walk in this building at night." He said a little annoyed. "Song Hao? Did you find this place too?" I said, removing the flashlight. "What's so difficult about it? The 'LOVE' written with matches, coupled with his hobbies, what other interpretations can there be besides the compound of the Writers Association and the Garden of Eros built by match king Liu Jisheng?" "It's not difficult to say, but it's just the two of us who got here." Song Hao let out a hey, a little smug. "However, how did you get up here?" I said as I walked over to take a look at the way Song Hao came from, there was a side door there. "The little door to the north kitchen is open." I remembered the path leading to the porter's house, where there was a back door. "The stairs are steep and narrow. The second floor is still locked and unable to get out. On the third floor, there is another thunder, which scares half the life. Damn it. Feng Yi is really willing to spend, renting this place, even if it is just Tonight, I will have to pay a lot of money." "He just joined the Writers Association, maybe it's because of friendship." "Stop talking nonsense, catch him first, and then talk. Do you have any clues?" "You have to find the clues yourself." I smiled: "If I tell you that, who wins?" Song Hao cut a sound. "I've found it here, who can hide it from anyone." This is a game. Sitting on the steps, recalling the experience of that night again, I gradually lost the temperature of the shining sun.Beside him was a small shadow of a boy, and I found myself sitting one step lower than him. "It's just a game," I said. "We have more than a dozen people, and there are about six or seven of us who often participate. Each time one person comes up with a question, he is responsible for designing the case and arranging the scene, and the others solve the case based on the clues left on the scene. This is a quiz competition, and we generally don't Mutual communication. Oh, by the way, my name is Na Duo, a reporter from the Morning Star newspaper, and Song Hao, another person who was present that night, is the personnel director of an IT company." Shadow didn't respond. "Usually it's murder, dismemberment, burning of corpses, dissection of hearts. They are all perverted murderers, and some props will be used, such as dolls, animal offal, chicken and duck blood. This time, your uncle designed a girl kidnapping case , the scene was arranged in the bathroom of his home, except for the toy dog ​​in the bathtub, the rags in the toilet, the ashes on the floor, the hair residue, matches and writing, there are not many traces, obviously an old hand, maybe in his In the script, this is a part of a series of kidnapping and murder cases. There are four people involved in solving the case, and Song Hao and I were the only ones who found it in the writers' association compound an hour later." I glanced back at him, without surprise or anger. I didn't actually see his eyes. He lowered his head, wringing his fingers intently. Is he still in his own world, in a trance, not knowing what I just said? "Are you listening?" He finally reacted, stopped his hands, and slowly raised his head to look at me. "You...killed my uncle?" His tone was slow and suspicious, as if he didn't understand why the police didn't arrest me, who claimed to be the murderer. I looked at him for a while, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't read.I turned back and looked at the white chrysanthemums that filled the lawn. "That night, when I found this place, I thought I would be the winner of this round." Song Hao and I walked side by side in the promenade, and the sound of one more person's footsteps made people feel much safer. I walked up to the red spot and squatted down to look again. Song Hao was right, in this situation, it is impossible for me to enjoy the victory alone. Song Hao wiped it with his hand and said, "Blood." "Chicken blood, duck blood or pig blood?" "Human blood." He sniffed it before his nose and replied. Then he laughed: "How can I tell the difference? I think it's paint." He spread the red in his hand and said distinguishing it. There are two large rooms on the south side of the corridor and three small rooms on the north side.There are two other closets on the south side, opposite to the central room on the north side.The "Sprout" magazine on the second floor once published several "Nado's Notes" written by me. When I came to sample the issue, the editor took it for me from the closet.My familiarity with this place is no worse than that of Feng Yi.He didn't choose the battlefield well. This drop of "blood" was right in the middle of the corridor, on the floor near the two closets. I've seen the closet on the second floor open, remove the shelf inside and squeeze one person in, but if Feng Yi is with the prop puppet Lin Qiwen, to be realistic, the hiding place must be able to accommodate two people space, so the first thing I opened was the door to the north-facing room. locked. Song Hao gave me a strange look and pulled the closet away. Closet full of books and magazines.It is mainly magazine bound volumes and series books, which is only natural, because the office on this floor is the "Shanghai Literature" magazine.Song Hao looked up and down several times, and tried to pull out the books in the front row to read the back row.But obviously, there is neither Feng Yi nor Lin Qiwen here. He closed the door resentfully and motioned for me to open another closet. Fair game, I think.It's just another closet, it won't be full of "Shanghai Literature". The door opened, I was stunned, Song Hao sighed "ha". Inside the door was a narrow red wooden staircase going up. How can there be stairs? Isn't there only three floors here? I later realized that this building has a sloping roof. The roof was not sealed when it was built, leaving a passageway up. The upper part is the third and a half floors, which are usually used as warehouses. Song Hao poked my waist. "Go up." He said softly. The switch is on the wall on the left side of the stairs, and when it is turned on, the small white ceiling light at the top of the entrance lights up.As soon as the stairs went up, there was a 90-degree corner, and the second half was pitch black with no light at all.I turned on the flashlight and climbed up by touching the wall, followed closely by Song Hao. The light circle of the flashlight swayed back and forth among the steep stairs, the handrail at the stairway, and the high piles of cardboard boxes behind the handrail.The cramped space gave me the illusion that I would be attacked at any moment, even though I knew it would never happen. It's just a game. Every time I stepped on it, there was a burst of "Yi Yi Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Yacha". "I remember the dismemberment murder designed by Meng Wei. The basement where the corpse is buried also has such a staircase and a sandbag trap. If you get beaten, you will be considered dead. It's enough. Be careful." I groaned, but felt in my heart that he just wanted to have more vocals in such an environment. It's finally over. I guessed right, this is indeed a warehouse. The ceiling on the right side slopes down to meet the floor, and there are some desks, chairs, and sundries piled up. The place where I stand is just enough to stand upright. Take two steps forward to see the inside. "What's the situation?" Song Hao asked from behind. "Feng Yi, are you here?" I asked. It was silent. I shrugged and took two steps forward.Since there will be no danger, there is no need to be too careful. Stepping out of the cardboard box, I was stunned by what the flashlight saw. It was a very weird device. A large glass box was placed at the door of the warehouse. A large old-fashioned copper water tank was placed on a high copper shelf beside the box. A leather tube was connected to the faucet below the tank. Straight through to the glass box. The most astonishing thing is that there are people in the box! Although the box is big, it is still a bit difficult to fit a person in it. The person is huddled in the box with his head facing me, his feet arched, and his hands are propping up the lid of the box, motionless. Looking at his posture, could it be... my heart suddenly contracted. Song Hao squeezed in from the side, saw this scene, and asked, "This is Feng Yi, what is he doing inside?" At this time, my flashlight had already moved down and saw the water stains on the ground. Song Hao also realized that the glass box was full of water, and immediately screamed, wanting to jump over to save people. I grabbed his shoulders and grabbed him. "Wait, something is wrong." "What are you waiting for!" Song Hao wriggled vigorously, "You're crazy, save someone quickly." "Look there." My flashlight shines on a pointed hammer next to the water mark in front of the box. "I saw it a long time ago, it happened to be used to smash boxes to save people!" "Use your brain, don't you think all this is strange, you must know that not all water can drown people." "what?" When I saw this hammer placed in a conspicuous position, my mind suddenly became clear, and a series of previous doubts suddenly became clear. It depends on whether the next thing can verify my guess. "I bet it's full liquid gas like fluorocarbon oxide." Song Hao stopped struggling. "Feng Yi is writing a mystery novel. Before, we all thought that the game he set up would be very difficult, but in fact, it is not difficult to find this place according to the matches and 'LOVE', and he left on the first step of the third floor. A button was pushed in, and then a drop of blood, in case we couldn't find it, and this pointed hammer was placed in such an obvious place." "He wants to lure us to break the box, why?" "Let me see." The beam of flashlight circled around the water tank, and after looking for it, the horse's feet were easily revealed. A thin rope was tied to the handle of the pointed hammer, and the rope was connected to the door in the back inner room.We followed the rope around and went in. "When I walked around the water tank, I even shone a flashlight on Feng Yi's face. He opened his eyes and looked straight up. If it was in a well-lit place, I should be able to tell that his pupils have dilated I did. But at the time I just thought in my head, it's a good job." The boy's shadow shook slightly, was he angry? "We found Lin Qiwen in the room behind the door, a hairless Barbie doll, she was tied to a small device with batteries, and the function of the rope was to pull the switch on the device, causing the doll to get an electric shock So far, my guess has been verified. As long as we move the hammer, the hostage will die. And most people will pick up the hammer immediately after seeing the scene at that time. The reason why Feng Yi left so many clues , is to win in this way. This is his well-planned trick, a set within a set. I carefully removed the Barbie doll, put it on the water tank, shook it in front of Feng Yi's eyes, slapped the wall of the tank, and loudly Laughing and celebrating. But after a long time, he still didn't respond..." Then I fell silent until the next gust of wind blows. "I was delayed for at least ten minutes, ten minutes! He could have been revived. I really, really... If Song Hao was the first to arrive at the scene, everything would not be like this." The boy's shadow trembled even more. "But I still can't figure out why he committed suicide in such a way." "He didn't commit suicide!" Shadow let out a hoarse growl. I turned my head away, and the boy clenched his hands into fists, shaking uncontrollably, with tears all over his face. My chest was filled with guilt and self-blame, I nodded sadly and said: "Yes, I am a murderer, at least half a murderer, I don't expect your understanding, I just want to say it, and maybe no one has told you yet , at that time." "I know what it was like at that time, I can completely imagine it." The shaking of the boy's body slowly stopped, and I thought he would stare at me viciously, like a lone wolf.But it didn't, his eyelids drooped, looking at his own shadow. "Uncle heard faint footsteps and knew that the waiting people had finally entered the building. He opened the lid and straddled in, curled up, and lay down slowly. The water had been left for a while before it splashed out. The lid automatically It is locked and can be opened from the inside, but it is very troublesome." I knew what he said from the police investigation and analysis, but hearing him narrate the death of my uncle in such a way made me feel very strange. Why is he not angry, why is he saying this? "When my uncle lay down, the water probably filled half of the tank. The water was poured in very quickly, and it didn't take long for it to fill up. He sucked the water into his lungs, which was very uncomfortable and felt like he was suffocating." The boy finally couldn't continue, and he began to tremble again. I sat up one block and tried to pat him on the shoulder. He shrank back all of a sudden, like avoiding a snake or a scorpion. "Don't touch me!" he yelled, "Don't touch me! He keeps sucking and sucking, he knows it's going to be like drowning at first, he doesn't know it's really water this time, when he doesn't feel right, he won't get any oxygen By then, it will be too late!" In an instant, my whole body went numb, and I crawled from my thighs to my back to my cheeks, and then a bone-chilling fear came over me. This boy... what are you talking about? "It was I who changed it. It was I who replaced the full liquid gas with water." He finally raised his head again and looked at me. I wanted to ask why, but my tongue was momentarily paralyzed, my lips twitched, and I couldn't make any sound. There was a strange expression on the young man's face: "I just made a wish, changing a tank of water, and fulfilling a wish. I really don't know, it will be such a price." "A...wish?" I asked awkwardly. "Any wish you have can be granted, but you will never know what price you will pay."