Chapter 5 Chapter 4 In Dunhuang

Waking up in the morning, except for Yuan Ye, everyone else looked haggard.This is strange, since Zhong Yi and I slept less, could it be that Fan Sicong and Chen Ailing also had sleepless nights alone?Can't think about it anymore, it's too heavy. During breakfast, Fan Sicong came over and pretended not to care and said, did you sleep well, did you get used to it?He clearly saw Zhong Yi enter my room yesterday, he was holding back and wanted to know what we did. What else can lonely men and widows do. I wanted to praise his innocent demeanor, but Zhong Yi was watching us not far away, reminding me that I promised not to irritate Mr. Fan Sicong last night.

Did you promise? I remember just laughing without saying a word. I had a few words with Fan Sicong, and then I picked out a long hair on my coat.Since then, his face has been blue. It's just his sharp eyes. Yuan Ye ate early and drove the car in front of the hotel ahead of time, very respectful.While waiting for us, he leaned against the car door and looked at his phone.He often does this because the background of the phone screen is a picture of him with a woman. Seeing us come out, he put away his phone. "Did you break up?" I asked. He glared at me, muttered something, and got into the cab.

I heard Zhong Yi sigh beside me. Calling cats and dogs puts me in a good mood.I need a good mood right now. It is not allowed to take pictures in the Mogao Grottoes, Fan Sicong took a few pictures by the stupa at the entrance, the posture is the same as that of the tourists next to him.Of course he is absent-minded now, which can be forgiven.His DV has only been used in the car for a short time, and he doesn't know what kind of short film he will make in the end.Anyway, Chen Ailing is not in a hurry. A dozen or twenty holes are opened here for tourists to visit every day, and each hole has a tour guide to explain it, so I don’t need to bother.Among the five people in the group, those who had never been to Mogao Grottoes were Fan Sicong and Yuan Ye.Fan Sicong didn't think about it, he looked at me for a while, and Zhong Yi for a while. As for Yuan Ye, he didn't seem very interested, but because the Mogao Grottoes were so famous, he always had to visit the border.

We followed the fixed tour route, and together with other tourists, we poured in and out one by one.Zhong Yi and I were at the end, and she looked at me from time to time, probably guessing where the murder in the article "In Dunhuang" happened.But I hardly spoke, and at most I only laughed lowly when the explainers were talking nonsense. There are no lights in each of the caves. The guide will hold a small flashlight and shine a thin light, pointing at the flying apsaras on the top of the cave or the poorly restored Buddha statues.Several tourists prepared their own flashlights, so there were always a few beams of light shining upwards, but they were not enough to dispel the darkness in the cave.

"Will a scene like this bring you inspiration?" Chen Ailing stood beside me without knowing why. "Oh, this is a very suitable place to kill. Ah, that flying sky is so vividly drawn, especially her eyeball, oh my god, that is a real eyeball... Hehe, scenes like this are easy to pop up in my mind Or a group of people poured into the cave, and when they came out again, one person was missing, and there was a pool of blood under the Buddha statue, but no one could be found.” As soon as I said this, the people next to me all looked sideways, and a girl ran away in fright. "What do you write, what do those professional criminal investigators think? Is there any reason? Will there be any unsolved cases, and you will be asked to help?"

I smiled at her.I am often asked similar questions by readers, and I am so impatient. Chen Ailing looked at me for a while before realizing that I was not going to answer.She shook her head slightly and continued to look at the murals. She is such an enthusiastic reader, and she really looks forward to my answering her questions.But she didn't say that she loves to read my books before, the reserve of an old woman.I suddenly felt a little regretful. I still have to talk to Chen Ailing, and I can't always let my temper go. Turned up layer by layer, turned down layer by layer, looked at the Buddhist scripture cave, and also looked at several main statue caves, most of the representative caves were complete, and finally saw the sitting Buddha and reclining Buddha.When I came out, I smiled at Zhong Yi and said that the name was "In Dunhuang", not "In Mogao Grottoes", which is a great work of Dunhuang.Zhong Yi said is that on our itinerary, will we pass by.I said, why are you more anxious than me.

After getting in the car and driving for two minutes, I pointed out the window and said, Yuan Ye, let's drive over to have a look. "What's that place?" Zhong Yi asked. Thousands of caves, large and small, have been dug out of the entire mountain wall on this side of Mingsha Mountain, more than half of which have been blocked as scenic spots, and entrance fees are required to enter, while a small half is left unattended.What I am referring to is the "honeycomb coal" that looks exactly the same as the Thousand Buddha Cave in Mogao Grottoes from a distance. In front of this section of the mountain wall, there is a large area of ​​Gobi Desert, and there is no way to go down.But we were driving an off-road vehicle. Yuan Ye found a suitable slope and went down. The car suddenly swayed from side to side.

"Could it be that this is also the Mogao Grottoes, but how come no one collects tickets, so can we drive directly to the front?" Fan Sicong asked. "When you arrive, you will know why you don't charge tickets." I said. The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, I jumped out of the car and walked quickly.Others didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in my gourd, so they followed curiously.Zhong Yi probably guessed something, followed closely, almost trotting.Yuan Ye stayed in the car to watch. The landform here is exactly the same as the Mogao Grottoes we just visited. They were all excavated on the broken wall of Mingsha Mountain. The mountain and the ground are almost vertical. In some places, there are simple stone steps dug out to climb to the upper floors. .The stone steps here are not well repaired like those in the reserve, and many places are weathered.

The cave on the bottom floor is nearly one meter high from the Gobi Desert. There is probably a convenient place to go up somewhere in front, but I was impatient, so I flipped up with my hands and feet. After thinking about it, I turned around and pulled the clock As soon as Yi Yi, I don't care about the others. I slowed down a little, and looked at the holes one by one.Those behind also climbed up, looked at a few caves, and heard Fan Sicong's voice. "Oh, why is there nothing in these caves? It must have been weathered, so why not protect them?" "There is nothing in the cave." I replied in front, "This is where the craftsman lives."

The construction of Mogao Grottoes, from Qin Fujian before 366 A.D. to the Yuan Dynasty, lasted more than ten dynasties for more than a thousand years before it reached its current scale. In the past dynasties, those craftsmen who carved caves and painted statues lived in in these holes.Many people have spent their lives running between these holes and those holes, and the splendor on the edge of the desert is spliced ​​​​by thousands of sad lives that have been forgotten. I purposely turned my head to look at Fan Sicong's face, and it was really embarrassing.Others don't know, but they didn't bring their face up to get beaten like him.Lost points, boy, I imagined patting him on the shoulder, too weak and childish, and then he turned into a cloud of gray smoke and snaked away.

I often have some concrete and absurd scenarios come to my mind. Oftentimes, the difference between a paranoid patient and an artist lies in whether they have found the right exit. Found it, here it is. At a glance, this cave is different from the dozen or so caves we just passed. Usually the caves where these craftsmen live are smaller and not as deep as the Buddhist caves in Mogao Grottoes.One is a tribute to the faith, and the other is for secular craftsmen, of course there is a difference between high and low.But for the one in front of you, the entrance is one size bigger, and when you walk in, there are actually two entrances. The first entrance is similar to the ordinary craftsman's grotto, but it is about one-third larger. When you go to the innermost, there is a small room on the left. The rectangular small room is not big, only seven or eight square meters, but what is unique is that there is another room in the room made of stone bricks at the top. It was originally a space dug out of the rocks in the mountain, but it still needs to be rebuilt with stone bricks, which seems too twisted, but it may be that at the beginning of the excavation, I didn’t think of building such a room within a room. The continuous residents of the first generation had new needs, so they rebuilt it with stone bricks on the original basis.It looks like the size of a single bed, but it is obviously impossible to use it for this kind of use, and it is more likely to be a place for enshrining Buddha statues, such as an alcove. This place is obviously higher than other artisan caves before. From the larger cave, to the extra small room, and then to the room within the small room, the status is everywhere. This should be a person with status among the craftsmen. residence, or residence of the chief executive. I entered the hole, walked directly to the entrance of the small room, and looked inside.The orientation of the opening of the small room is also carefully designed, such that when it turns a corner, the light from the outside can still illuminate half of the room, but the room within the room made of stone bricks is hidden in the shadows indistinctly. I went in without haste, and waited for the people behind to enter the hole one by one, then stretched out my hand and pointed around in a pretentious manner, and finally stopped on Chen Ailing's body, to be precise, pointed at her feet. "At that time, that hand was where your left foot was stepping on. It was broken and not connected to the body." As soon as they said this, they all backed away, leaving the spot I was pointing at empty. There was just an ordinary rock, Zhong Yi bent down to look closely, there was no blood stain. "It happened many years ago." I said, watching everyone's expressions: "There is no blood, because this is not the first scene. The body was dismembered elsewhere, and the blood has already drained." Then I went into the den. "The body was cut into more than a dozen pieces, and most of them were piled up at the door of this small room, but with two hands, one was placed at the door, and the other was placed in the innermost alcove." I switched my phone to flashlight mode and shone the light on the alcove. "The sense of ceremony at the scene is very strong. It is incomprehensible that there is a bloody handprint on the surface of the stone brick in this niche." I approached the alcove and used my mobile phone to look somewhere on the inner wall. At the height of a person, there was a red mark with five fingers spread out. They exclaimed and came closer to take a closer look. I suddenly withdrew the mobile phone that was shining on the bloody fingerprints, and turned to shine on their faces. Interesting faces with different expressions. The strong light shining on their faces in the dark room caused them to turn their heads and squint, and Fan Sicong even cried out "ah". "What?" Zhong Yi asked. "It's nothing, I suddenly don't want to talk about it." I said, and walked out of the small room. They didn't follow, they must be studying the bloody handprint. I walked quickly out of the cave and back to the car.Yuan Ye leaned against the car door to send a text message, I smiled at him and walked to his side.He deleted the half-written text message, and I said oh, I'm sorry, I don't care, I won't read it. He shook his head. "I didn't know what to write," he said. He put the phone back in his pocket, I thought he had something to say to me, after a while, he finally spoke. "It's all empty, there's nothing to see," he said, and he knew it. I smiled. "Why are you always wearing gloves?" "People with eccentricities are more likely to succeed, because others always see him first." He touched his chin and let out a "huh", and finally asked: "Well, how do you know that we are breaking up?" "You use this photo as the background to explain your relationship, and your expression every time you look at this photo shows the current state of your relationship." He couldn't help but reach out and touch his face. "So obvious." "Just obvious to me." Bite the hook smoothly, everything is always so easy for me. "Want to chat?" I asked. He hesitated. "You know, it's said that women are the most elusive, but they're no more elusive than murderers." I lied casually. The final blow is: "Maybe I can give you some advice." Then Yuan Ye told the story between him and the girl. I think he must have felt in his heart that this perverted suspense writer was actually a nice person. It's a very ordinary love story, halfway through the babble, Zhong Yi and the others came back, so it was inconvenient for him to go on, but I had already restored the whole picture in my heart. When the soldier went home to visit relatives, he ran into a girl from the next class in middle school.Brother A Bing has been trained to look like a man, and he has a natural attraction to many girls, so he fell in love with him.It’s just that soldiers can’t spend a few days with their girlfriends throughout the year, and can only make up for the rest through phone calls, text messages, and QQ. Sometimes they are pulled out for training or missions, and they can’t even take their mobile phones with them, and they can only make up with their brains. In addition, the girl later went to Wuhan to work as a clerk, and Wuhan is considered a big city, so her mind was alive.According to my opinion, Yuan Ye has worn several green hats on his head in recent years.Of course, he himself has always believed in love.When he was demobilized and discharged from the army this year, Yuan Ye was full of heart and soul to get married, including this time as a driver, also to raise money for the marriage, but he didn't expect the other end, but hesitated, saying that he would wait for a while.Yuan Ye finally sensed that something was wrong. He wanted to be tender in every possible way, but found that he couldn't use his strength. I patted Yuan Ye on the shoulder and said softly: "There is a way." Then I got into the car. It's a real pleasure to hang people in mid-air. Two women and one man got into the car and surrounded me to ask about the dismemberment case and the bloody fingerprints.Fan Sicong said that near the bloody handprint, there were also a few pools of red marks. Could this be the color of the minerals originally contained in the stone, but one of them happened to be in the shape of a hand.He probably wanted to argue with me, but when I said it made sense, he was rather disappointed. Zhong Yi asked when the case happened, but she didn't talk about it halfway, it wasn't as detailed as the case of no head on the stage, but it wasn't fun.I said that I couldn't remember it later, and she was very angry immediately, and I said "in Dunhuang", and I just smiled. Chen Ailing said that the body was cut into many pieces and piled up at the dividing line in the cave, and the two severed hands were placed at the entrance of the cave and at the deepest part of the cave respectively, like a sacrifice, some kind of cult ritual.I asked her if she watched a lot of American TV series, and she said yes, "CSI" has them, but they left bloody handprints on the stone wall, which is like "X-Files".Haha, I don't think it's your age. You still like to watch crime dramas in your sixties. This kind of mentality is too rare.As soon as the words came out, remembering her identity as the benefactor, I hurriedly made up for it, but probably your husband and children like to watch it. In one sentence, there are too many attack points to put the shield in time, she haha ​​said that she is still three to sixty years old... The good thing is that it was finally cold, and the car was much quieter. Yuan Ye glanced at me for a while, of course he really wanted to know what my solution was. The itinerary of this journey is very fast, which is why I don't want to waste too much time on a purely money-making journey.I never imagined that this trip would end up being so meaningful.Tonight we will stay in Turpan and drive about 700 kilometers. "How do you plan to go?" I asked Yuan Ye. "High speed." "Let's take a section of the national road. It's near Liuyuan Town. I know there's a roadside shop with good big plate chicken." "Okay, the Xinjiang road is easy to travel, and the national highway is not much slower than the expressway." Along the way, I listened to Fan Sicong and Zhong Yi chatting without saying a word, and I couldn't help but recall how she looked in bed last night.I haven't had this obsession with my body for a long time, and I let myself break free and focus on the road ahead so I don't overdrive. I almost missed it. It was a row of three driver restaurants close to the hill. Under the two signboards of Sichuan Restaurant and Dapan Chicken King Zhongwang, there were already empty storefronts. Half of the walls collapsed, leaving a small restaurant. Zhang Dapanji, apart from us, there are no other customers, and even the Dapanji must be cooked fresh, and it takes 40 minutes to wait.Looking at the situation, in a few years, this hotel will follow in the footsteps of the previous two restaurants.There are fewer and fewer vehicles passing by here, most of them are on the highway, and there is no gas station nearby. This resting place is about to be abandoned. While waiting, I taught Yuan Ye to deliberately send a text message by mistake, pretending to send it to another woman, but sent it to his girlfriend by mistake.The content was to reject another woman's confession, but he couldn't reject it completely, and he had to leave a hole to show that he was not completely uninterested in that person. Yuan Ye was startled by this method and dared not say it.I said that your current situation is basically hopeless, you can't survive without strong medicine, and you still have electric shocks to your heart when you don't see anyone for first aid.Everyone is very cheap, no one thinks it's a good thing if they don't grab it, and once someone grabs it, they won't let it go easily.If this fails, then you give up. If you are rescued, I will endorse you. When you need it in the future, I will tell you the woman. I came up with this idea, and the other person does not exist. Leaving Yuan Ye alone to ponder, I got off the embankment. Turning over the small slope on the side of the roadbed is the Gobi, vast and open, directly connected to the mountains in the distance, and the sky behind the mountains, the sky is high and the ground is thick, the clouds hang down and the wind is strong, but this kind of scenery can be seen everywhere after leaving the customs. , I don’t think it’s a scene. Of course I didn't come to see the scenery.The person I was looking for was not far away, he was squatting before he stood up, and I saw a greasy white waist and buttocks, but it was Zhong Yi who was there to help.There are toilets everywhere on the Great Gobi, and you can only use natural toilets. This place is two meters lower than the roadbed, which is somewhat sheltered—if no one looks closely. When I went up, she turned around and saw me, and whispered, with an angry expression on her face. "You..." She cursed half a sentence and left a half sentence, expressing her dissatisfaction and saving me some face. "Find a place to talk." I said to her. "You deliberately." I smiled, and she walked back, only to find that I hadn't moved. "Speaking here? The wind blows your face sorely here." "Go there." I pointed forward with my hand, which is the opposite direction from the road. About a few hundred meters away is a completely abandoned road. There is a one-story house beside the road. The doors and windows are open, and no one has lived in it for a long time. The house was quite some distance away from us, Zhong Yi glanced at me, probably trying to guess what I was thinking. Find a place to talk, in an empty house away from the crowd.A man and a woman who just had a good time the night before. I walked forward first, and she followed.We were silent for a moment, listening to the whine of the wind. This weird silence was maintained until one-third of the way, Zhong Yi said: "The first time I read your book was in the second year of high school. I asked a boy to help me go to the library to borrow some idle books to pass away. In the end, he borrowed two books, one is a romance novel for me, the name is forgotten, and the other is "Ancient Well, Eyeball, Teeth", which he borrowed to read for himself. I was very angry, Why do you think that what I like to read must be romance, and then snatch your book to read. After reading it, it's out of control." "I have read each of your books more than ten times. I don't read every single line at a glance, but read every single word, turn it over and over again, and ponder the meaning between the lines. Then I think, what kind of person writes such a beautiful book? Novel. After seeing your photos, I thought, ha, this man is actually so handsome. Of course, you also know that this is just the idol halo in the eyes of fans, but as a fan, you clearly know that it is the halo. I still can't help but stare at it, I just feel that it is extremely dazzling. I decided that I must marry a man like you. In the bottom of my heart, I can't help but feel obscene. It would be great if you were my boyfriend. From high school to university, this kind of fanaticism has not diminished, but has become more and more intense. Many times, even I myself feel that it is abnormal. There are many stupid things I have done, so there is no need to talk about it.” It was a bit difficult and unnatural at first, but soon she became comfortable, as if she was talking about another person.She said "no need to talk", but she still talked more or less, such as how she visited the places I wrote, organized fan gatherings, even set up a special website, searched all versions of my novels, and waited in line for me signed book. "This trip is a trip to realize a dream. You don't know how many times I have done mental construction before, so that I will not be too fanatical in front of you and make a fool of myself." "Your psychological construction is very successful." I said. "Successful? After last night?" "Last night was a wonderful memory." While speaking, the dilapidated house was already very close. The house has three door openings and six window openings, but it still feels flat even though it is so close.A few words were written in red paint on one side of the wall. At a glance, the word "Expedition" was particularly obvious in the middle. Zhong Yi's speech speed suddenly accelerated. "The liking for you has exceeded the normal level. It is a madness, which makes me unable to live a normal life. Many times, I hate myself like this. So this time, it is also the end. I don't regret last night, and I am very happy. Satisfaction, it will be a good memory. Heh, just right, if there is one more time... I don't want to mess up my life." After saying this, we just walked to the door opening in the middle of the broken house. I don't want to say stupid things about love and not love, for example, we can try to start it formally instead of casually flirting.With my female status, no one has ever taken the initiative like Zhong Yi. In my novels, loss of initiative means death. "So now, what do you want to say to me. Let's go back, I'm very hungry." Zhong Yi stood in front of the broken house and asked. I didn't answer right away, those red letters were "Island Expedition Wheel", and the others were broken, and there were a few shallower words below, "Kunlun Taiyu", as if it was originally a jade shop by the side of the road. Then I moved my gaze to Zhong Yi's face. "How about I take off my gloves and come with you once?" I opened my mouth and smiled at her. Zhong Yi pursed her lips, making her tense. "Just kidding, I'll be impotent if I take off my gloves." Zhong Yi's expression looked like he had swallowed a fly. "Go in and have a look." I said. I know this is not a jade shop. No one would open a jade shop in such a wilderness.Most of these shops are for eating, followed by car repairing.So it is not "Kunlun fetal jade", but "Kunlun fetal king", the stain makes it look a little more.Of course, the missing character after "wheel" above can only be "tire".This used to be an auto repair shop. Zhong Yi hesitated for a few seconds before dragging his steps to follow. The room was empty and empty, the walls were gray, and the bricks were exposed in many places.The ground is thick with wind and sand, and there are footprints every time you step on it.When Zhong Yi came in, I was looking down at my own footprints. I erased a footprint with my foot, and swiped left and right to reveal the background color of the ground. I waded back and forth, clearing a large area, not as clean as a broom, but enough for me to see the blood underneath. It was a large area of ​​dried blood, and it seemed that it hadn't been washed in that year.Also, there is no running water here, so it is inconvenient to get water. Zhong Yi also noticed it, and she asked dully: "Could it be... this is "In Dunhuang"?" "Yes, Dunhuang is not just Mogao Grottoes." "Then before?" I shook my head and didn't answer.Naturally, it has ulterior motives, but it is inconvenient to say so. Zhong Yi's cell phone rang, she looked at it and said, "They are looking for us, do you want to call them over?" I shrugged my shoulders, expressing a no-nonsense attitude. I was circling around a stake outside the house when they came.Many years have passed, many traces have been blown away by rain and wind, and there is no tour guide like Jiayuguan who will explain the specific details of the year, but only the blood stains in the house, this wooden stake, and the nearby terrain are enough for me. I believe that the murder described in the article "In Dunhuang", just like "In Jiayuguan", happened in reality. "Before I came here, I thought that walking with that teacher would enrich my knowledge of the Western Regions, but I didn't expect that it would be a murder trip." Chen Ailing said. "Oh, you guessed it? Zhong Yi didn't say anything on the phone just now." I smiled at her. "From yesterday's stage, to this morning's grotto, to this shabby house with no one in it, if you can't guess, it's too... Hehe, I see that teacher, you didn't propose not to take the high speed, it was not for the sake of eating from that house. Let’s have a big plate of chicken. But don’t be like in the grotto, just say half, it’s very hard.” "Yes, don't hide your head and show your tail." Of course I could hear that Fan Sicong was scolding me around the corner. In fact, this was exactly the effect I wanted to achieve. The only thing that makes me feel a little troublesome now is Chen Ailing. "Okay, I will tell you as much as I know. To some extent, what happened here is more attractive to me than the murders on the stage." "Are you saying that it is more cold-blooded and cruel?" Zhong Yi asked. "In the face of death, all things show their true colors, whether it is cold-blooded, cruel or perverted human nature, oh, they are just like this, naked and real." These life philosophies put them in a daze, so I smiled slightly and said, "Well, you are right, it is more cold-blooded and cruel. I will just take it." "Winter night, no snow, no rain, but windy. The man drove a car. Anyone who saw the car clearly is dead." I started to tell the story of "In Dunhuang". I think, the person who wrote this novel, of course, did not know what happened that night, just like "In Jiayuguan", but collected some clues known by the local people, or the investigation of the police, plus Imagined, restored. When I was telling the story, I tried to remove the author's imagination as much as possible, and restore the most authentic side.This is not difficult. As a suspense novelist, I can tell at a glance which are the most original skeletons and which are artistic processing. Or do I really know?Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.Oh, I can't help laughing at my ridiculous idea. "What are you laughing at? Your smile is very strange." Zhong Yi asked. I waved my hand, restrained my smile, and continued to describe that night. Although no one saw the car clearly, there must be a car.In such a desolate place, in the middle of the night, car repair is the easiest reason to trick the door of the car repair shop.It may not even be a lie, maybe the car really broke down. There were three living creatures here that night, a grass dog, and a father and daughter who repaired cars. At night, the dog here is supposed to be unleashed, but maybe he sensed danger and barked at the owner, so the owner tied him to the stake first while repairing the car. It was the first to die. He died cleanly, cutting his throat with a knife.The car would be almost ready by then, and the dog was probably barking loudly, stretching the chain straight, and the man crouched in front of the dog, just out of the way of its bite and pounce, and swung his knife.The trachea was cut open, and the sound of barking suddenly stopped.Nothing in particular was found on the dog's teeth and claws, which means that nothing was paid for the knife.Ruthless and accurate, although the dog is tied, it is not easy to do this, at least, that person is very calm. Then there is the father who repairs the car.The dog stopped barking suddenly, which was an abrupt signal, and he should go over to take a look anyway, and even the person would yell out, saying what's wrong with the dog.Oh no no, if I were that person... yes, the father is still repairing the car, the first one to visit is the daughter.Coercing a daughter with a knife is tantamount to controlling the father. When the father is called over and exchanges with the daughter, he may yell, brother, speak well and give you whatever you want.Then, he was stabbed in the ribs.This knife made him completely lose his ability to resist, but he couldn't die for a while.Controlling the father is tantamount to controlling the daughter.The man bound the father and daughter in the room, which is the room where there is still blood on the ground. This is the blood of the father.After he lit the fire, he dragged the two out of the house again. The road in front of Xiaozhang Dapanji had been repaired at that time, and it was the main road. The road in front of the auto repair shop was gradually being abandoned, and the passing vehicles were becoming rarer and scarcer.Especially at night, few vehicles will choose to pass here.But in those few hours, after all, there were cars passing by.The driver who was found by the police on the third day of the incident said that there was a fire behind the house, which must have been a fire, and there were ghosts crying in the wind. Of course, he didn't dare to stop and drove over with the accelerator.A glimpse of a car hidden behind the house in the mirror, or rather, he saw the shadow of the car reflected in the flames.He didn't have time to take a closer look, and he didn't dare to take a closer look. The whimpering ghost cry was the howling of a father and daughter, with a rag stuffed in their mouths, no matter how miserable they were, it could only be such a whimper. The driver didn't see what happened in front of the fire, and he didn't stop, which was actually the right decision.The next day, the police arrived at the scene of the tragedy. At first they thought it had been destroyed by wolves at night, which was of course true. There were wolves nearby, and after everything was over, they came along with the smell of blood.It's just that the minced meat at the scene was finally confirmed to be not completely torn by wolves. The man caught fire, and his father was tied hands and feet, and fell to the ground, blood kept flowing from the wound.He was already dying, and the world was getting colder and farther away, but the severe pain pulled him back temporarily. The man was cutting his flesh, strand by strand. I noticed that Chen Ailing started smoking again.Second time in these days. She was the only one who wasn't looking at me, her eyes were on the ground, she seemed to be listening, and she seemed to be thinking about something else. Of course, I figured she must be listening, and no one could be distracted at a time like this unless she already knew about the case. Cutting the father's flesh in front of the daughter.How cruel this is. His technique was so ingenious that he delayed the moment of his father's death for a long time.He even roasted the meat over the fire. I wouldn't be surprised if someone who did such a thing ate meat. The chest, back and thighs, these three places, were finally cut to the bone everywhere, and then they were bitten by wolves. The next day, my father was no longer human. Perhaps the murderer was too involved in this perverted game, and the daughter finally found a chance to escape.She crossed the desert in front of the road and ran to the newly built road to ask for help. She did not survive. It is dangerous to stop a car on this unlit road, and no driver dares to stop.In the end, the police did not know which car she was killed by. Maybe most of the vehicles passing by that night were involved. When a car finally stopped in front of the body at dawn the next day, she had already lost her human shape and was crushed. how many times. "I don't think you are interested in the details of cutting the meat, such as how many knives in total and how fine the cuts are. Haha, I will omit it. Basically, the general situation of this case is like this. It is the same as the Jiayuguan opera stage case. So far Not broken. An important reason for not breaking is that no motive can be found. The stage case can be based on various signs that the murderer is seeking revenge, but in the case that happened here, the method of killing is more cruel, but the motive cannot be found at all .” "Is it because the police couldn't find it, or you couldn't find it either?" Chen Ailing suddenly asked me. "The police couldn't find it." I smiled and looked into her eyes.There was a longing in her eyes, a longing.This is a completely different emotion from other people's curiosity. She is looking forward to whether I can solve this case, which is really interesting. "Death has its own charm. Life is the most wonderful thing, and the most splendid moment of life is birth and death. Everyone knows how to appreciate the beauty of birth, but the beauty of death is the flower of evil in the dark. , but not everyone has the guts to look directly. Why do suspense novels have so many readers, because it provides an indirect and safe way to release the temptation of death. It is too dangerous to face it directly, and it requires a naked heart, of course In general semantics, that means an extremely perverted mind. So, for most people, killing a person needs some external reasons, such as love and hatred, such as wealth. But for a few people, death itself It’s the reason, it’s the motivation. It’s like when a person swallows saliva when he sees delicious food, it’s not because he’s hungry, but because he wants to eat.” "You mean that the murderer's motive is to kill, because he likes to kill?" "Yes, in fact, there will be such murders in my novels. This is the most difficult to solve, because of the lack of traditional motives. Most of the murders by such killers are just on whim. Death itself can bring him To be happy. Comparing this case, isn’t it like this? All signs show that he had a sudden idea. Maybe he saw his daughter, maybe he saw a dog, maybe it was the moon in the night sky, or maybe it was an image imagined in his head , so that he suddenly couldn’t resist the temptation to kill, and chose to do it. It’s not that because he didn’t catch anyone and couldn’t figure out the motive, I said that he had no motive, but he just liked to kill. But what he did afterwards, also Fits the trajectory of a killer addicted to the thrill of killing itself." Chen Ailing smoked fiercely, and she started to look at me at this time, looking at me very seriously. "All such killers are calm and collected, their nerves are like a tightrope, which gives them enough mental stamina to walk between dangers and enjoy the thrill of it. He starts with killing dogs and then trades hostages. Finally, he controlled the father and daughter. And he did not forget to park the car in a hidden place so as not to be seen by passing cars. This shows that he thought that there would be cars passing by, but he still chose to be in the open air In the wild, and extended this death over a very long process. Is this a contradiction, no, this is in line with his psychological logic. He thinks that under normal circumstances, no one will stop and go around the back of the house to see who is lighting the fire, At the same time, he was prepared to kill witnesses in the event of an accident. The danger of "maybe found out" stimulated his adrenaline and made him extremely intoxicated. As I just said, Walking in danger, dancing in minefields. That's just the first sauce." 想象那名杀手的状态，让我也不禁吞咽了一下口水。不管我写出过多少变态的谋杀故事，但看，生活永远是老师。 “第二道佐料，是在女儿的面前杀死父亲。父亲是因为女儿才甘心受胁迫，而女儿也是因为父亲才不能独自逃走。我不知道具体的情况，但我相信他一定营造出了上述的情境，这是多么纠结多么有张力的情境啊。而用上了这两道佐料的主菜是什么呢，一场漫长的凌迟！只有一个享受过程本身的人，才会做出这样的事情啊。” “你居然用佐料和主菜来形容这样的事情，真是……”范思聪小脸发白。 “恶心，残忍？你想说哪样？一个优秀的刑警，必须学会用罪犯的头脑思考，而一名杰出的悬疑小说家，更是得把这当成看家的本事。当然，你们这些吃蛋的人，大可不必管下蛋的鸡是什么样的。说到鸡，我倒饿了，行了，我们回去吧，大盘鸡也该做好了。” 穿越戈壁滩的这一小段行程，变得很沉默，只有呼呼的风声。快到公路的时候，钟仪说：“我总觉得，你还藏着什么没说出来。” 我嘿嘿嘿嘿地笑起来，笑声夹在风里，撕碎了四散而去，我分明地瞧见走在前面的范思聪后脖子一缩。这天这地让我不由地畅意起来，只是我的这种畅意，别人看来，大概是十分怪异吧。 “你真的是了解我，一直憋着，也难受得很。其实我对故事的结束有些小小的不同意见，我刚才说的，应该算是官方版，我相信，代表了当地警察的意见。” 他们都停下来看我。 “有的时候，真的难以想象，那些整天和杀人犯打交道的刑警，对杀手的心理把握却时常要出偏差。关于女儿的死，呵，变态杀手先生已经充分展示了他的控场能力，没人能生来如此，即使有天赋……” 我在说到“天赋”的时候，他们的脸多少都抽动了一下。 “即使有天赋，没经过几条人命也发掘不出来。这样的人行事冷静细致周密，过往的杀人经验也让他不会犯下低级错误，所以，那名女儿是怎么逃离他的掌控，最后被撞死在这条路上的呢。” “难道她不是被撞死的？”陈爱玲问。 “我想她是被撞死的，但第一个撞她的，不会是过路的司机，也不是在这条路上。如果我们延续之前的逻辑，当父亲终于死去，轮到女儿的时候，那个人会怎么做？难道一刀捅死她吗，不不，太简单，他尽兴了吗，也许他还没有玩够。他选择哪种新玩法，当然很难判断，可是既然警方判定女儿是被车撞死的，假设他们的法医没犯什么低级错误，那么，我就会猜，那杀手是固意把女儿放跑，然后再开车撞上去。给她一个希望，再亲手掐灭。这是很多杀人者爱玩的游戏啊。想象一下，那女儿本来已经腿软，得了个机会，却根本跑不快，车子的轰鸣声突然在身后响起，车灯打到最亮，一片能照瞎人眼的光明，一条踉踉跄跄的人影，他故意压着速度，慢慢地，慢慢地，直到她体力渐渐耗尽，才一脚油门。” 这描述很有画面感，是因为我在说的时候，心里就出现了这样的情景，如果我是杀手，会觉得何等的华丽。变态而有张力，残忍而美丽。 “那为什么他在撞死人之后，要把尸体搬到另一条路上，伪造现场呢？”其它人还噎着的时候，钟仪最早缓过来，问道。 “我想，这是因为他突然发现，自己露了一个破绽。如果他就放着女儿的尸体不管的话，会为警方提供一条线索，如果警察足够聪明的话。” "clue?" 所有人，包括袁野，都皱起眉头，苦思我所说的线索是什么。 “别想了，耽误吃饭时间。我猜，那女儿很可能是被撞死在汽修店前的那条路上的，一个人在惊慌失措时，往往会犯错，就算眼前有千百条路千百个选择，她也只看得见最蠢的那一个，极可能就这样顺着路尽力往前跑。但作为一个冷静的杀手，在游戏前应该想到了各种可能性，确保可以杀死她。哈，我这么说，你们是不是还没猜到？” 沉默，点头，耸肩。 “我是说，那个杀手应该考虑过被害人翻下路基跑进戈壁滩的可能性。如果公安能想到这一点，那么他就能顺利推断出，杀手开的是一辆越野车。” “噢，对哦。” “所以杀手绕了一个大圈子，把尸体放到另一条路上，一晚上下来，被压了不知多少回，这个破绽，就被很好地掩盖了。” 陈爱玲吐了口烟雾，说：“但还是被你看出来了。” “这没关系，因为公安没看出来。” “如果当时你参加破案的话，一切就不同了吧。” “的确，但没有如果。时过境迁，就和戏台人头一样，知道了去向，也再抓不到人了。我甚至敢确定，那一定是辆很特别的越野车，不常见，非常好认，所以他才如此费心思掩盖。开一辆好车独自游疆，这些条件一确定，周边的关卡一拦，立刻就能把人抓住。以那个人的心态，杀了两个人，多半不当回事，反倒兴致更浓，该干什么还干什么，不会改变原来的行程。” 周围响起几声叹息。 “行了，吃饭去吧，我饿得很了。”我说。 “这还怎么有胃口呢。”类似的哀声四起。