Chapter 33 third chapter

In 2006, Christmas. Officer Huang Hai brought Si Wang home, bought a lot of cooked food and cold dishes, prepared two bottles of rice wine for himself, and bought a large bottle of Sprite for the boy. Outside the window, it was raining cold. Si Wang's face became more and more mature, and his eyebrows gradually became thicker. In two years, he would grow into a teenager. Once, the police officer deliberately took the boy to the bathhouse, and sure enough, he found the birthmark like a knife wound on his left back vest—Huang Hai frowned, but didn't say anything. Si Wang came here to play every two days, and every corner was open to him—except for a mysterious small room, the door was always locked, what was hidden?

Huang Hai drank and smoked on his own, until the boy coughed loudly before he stubbed out the cigarette. "Today is Ah Liang's second anniversary." He touched Si Wang's nose, his fingers trembling, "It's really like a dream." "Who is A Liang?" Huang Hai took out a photo frame from the drawer. It was a photo of Huang Hai and a boy. The background was People's Park. There were many balloons in the flower bed. The "June 1st" could be vaguely recognized—the boy looked a bit like Si Wang. "He is my son, only one year older than you. Four years ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. I searched all over the country for a bone marrow transplant for him, but I never found a suitable one. A Liang lived in the hospital. One year, chemotherapy caused all his hair to fall out, and he died in my arms at the age of ten."

"You miss him very much." "In that year, I secretly shed tears almost every day until I met you, kid." The middle-aged man held Si Wang in his arms, stroking him with thick and hot palms, as if his son was still alive. "Where's Ah Liang's mother?" "Divorced a long time ago, the woman ran away with a rich man and immigrated to Australia. Her son died and never came back." "Well, I don't blame you." The boy touched the wrinkles on the officer's face, "From now on, you can call me Ah Liang." "A Liang is dead, he won't come back, kid."

After Huang Hai said this calmly, he seemed to have completely accepted the reality of his son's death. "Death is a dream, and so is life." "Stinky boy, you are here again, dare to speak like an adult!" He drank the whole glass of wine, and Si Wang took his arm: "Enough, you're almost drunk!" "leave me alone!" Officer Huang Hai pushed the boy away and poured himself another drink.Si Wang helped him onto the sofa, and he muttered to himself: "A Liang! Don't go! A Liang!" After getting drunk... a nausea surged in his stomach, Huang Hai vomited on the floor, why did he drink so badly tonight?

He packed up the vomit in embarrassment, only to find that the door of the small room was ajar, and there were slight footsteps. He touched the key on his body, and it was indeed taken away by Si Wang.He rushed into the small room, which smelled of mildew and decay.The boy stood like a sculpture, staring at the entire wall, covered with yellowed paper and photos, densely packed like elegiac couplets at a memorial service. In the photo are the most familiar images of the Yellow Sea—weedy wilderness, collapsed walls, towering chimneys, dilapidated factory buildings, rusty machines, stairs leading to the ground, and metal hatches with round handles...

Biography of Nanming High School students The Witch's Quarter. Si Wang didn't realize that his lip had been bitten by himself, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. From time to time, there are police figures in the photos, still in the green police uniforms of the 20th century, taken in June 1995.The scene of the murder was lit, and the background was the dark and endless underground, filled with dirty water, giving off disgusting reflections. He saw the statement. Twenty-five years old, with lush hair, the shirt his fiancée bought him has been dyed black by the sewage.The black gauze with the red cloth on the arm is hard to distinguish, and the blood has not faded...

The face in the photo is still buried in the water. In the next photo, the corpse was turned upside down, and there was a pale face under the pale light—the boy closed his eyes and dared not look, but tears gushed from the gaps in his eyelids. Officer Huang Hai hugged him from behind, covering his eyes with his hands. Unrecognizable, horrible... One can imagine that after a person was killed, he was soaked in underground rainwater for three days... After three days of death, Shen Ming was poured into the water of death and gradually rotted. The dozens of photos that followed, each one is enough to make people have nightmares for life.However, Si Wang pushed away the policeman's hand and stared at the photo with wide eyes - the knife wound on the back of the deceased, a red line less than two centimeters, was enough to shatter the heart in half.

He didn't see the murder weapon. After the body was transported away, the police continued to investigate the scene, pumping away the stagnant water in the basement, and searching for possible evidence.There are no legendary tombs and bones, but some strange words and symbols carved on the wall. Finally, Huang Hai took back the keychain from the boy, looked at the tin cabinet in the corner of the small room and said, "It's been ten years, and this small room has never changed. Do you know why?" "This is a case you haven't solved yet!" "In the early morning of June 6, 1995, a poisoned girl was found on the roof of the library of Nanming Middle School. She was in Class Three (2) of Senior High School and was about to take the college entrance examination in a month. The class teacher of the deceased was named Shen Ming. As a murder suspect, I took him into the Public Security Bureau and released him with my own hands. On the night of June 19, a group of wild dogs bit a dead body in the wasteland by the roadside of Nanming, which attracted the attention of the workers who were off the night shift. It was Nanming High School. The dean was stern, with several stab wounds and a deadly weapon stuck in his body. The police found Shen Ming missing, and the old man at the porter also confirmed that he saw Yan Yan and Shen Ming walking out of the school that night. Everyone suspected that he was the murderer. After killing the dean Absconded. The police wanted him all over the city for three days but failed to catch him, until a girl reported to the school that on the day Shen declared his disappearance, he mentioned the abandoned factory near the school, which is also the legendary witch area among students. June 21 The police found his body at 10:00 a.m. on Sunday. It rained continuously for several days, and the underground warehouse was heavily flooded. The body was soaked in water, but the murder weapon disappeared. After so many years, these figures are still firmly in my mind. "

After Huang Hai said all this in one breath, he almost woke up from the wine. There was no air conditioner in the small room, and he felt cold all over his body. He still remembers the saber that killed Harsh—the manufacturer was originally a third-line arsenal. The blade is 15 centimeters long and made of special steel. The spear-shaped tip with blood grooves follows the traces of military products. It is very sharp like a special forces dagger. Strength, retention, hardness, toughness and corrosion resistance are all first-class.This kind of knife is extremely rare in the market and was only circulated in some special departments at that time.

15 cm, 305 factory, special steel, with blood groove, spear point... On the other side of the room, on the white wall, countless lines were drawn with a red marker pen, forming a huge diagram of the relationship between the characters.At first glance, the shocking scarlet letter looks like it was written by Huang Hai dipped in his own blood. The core of the wall is two words - statement. Surrounding this name, eight thick lines extend out, and each line points to a name, namely: Liuman, Yan Yan, He Nian, Lu Zhongyue, Gu Qiusha, Gu Changlong, Zhang Mingsong, Ouyang Xiaozhi. There are big headshots pasted under each name, among them Liu Man, Yan Yan, He Nian, Gu Qiusha, and Gu Changlong, each of these five names has a big red cross on it, which means that he (she) is dead.

The word "Shen Ming" is like an evil spell, and most of the people who connected with him have already encountered bad luck.Just this year, Gu Qiusha and Gu Changlong, Shen Ming's former fiancée and father-in-law, also suffered the tragedy of family ruin.People will naturally associate: Is this the ghost's revenge? Only three people were left alive. Lu Zhongyue didn't know where he had absconded. The only thing that was certain was that the life of the wanted criminal would never be easy. Si Wang pointed to the names on the wall and said, "Who are Zhang Mingsong and Ouyang Xiaozhi?" "Zhang Mingsong was the math teacher of Nanming High School when the crime happened." Huang Hai was also reminded by him, and he hadn't paid attention to these two people for a long time, "Ouyang Xiaozhi was the girl who said that Shen Ming might be in the Witch District three days after the crime happened. " "These eight people have a direct or indirect relationship with the deceased, right?" "One month after Shenming's death, I drew this relationship diagram. The most suspicious person is Lu Zhongyue. He married the fiancée of his dead friend. He was an engineer at the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Plant, and he was on duty at the plant that night. , the straight-line distance from the place where the crime occurred to the duty room was no more than 200 meters. At that time, Lu Zhongyue's father was working in the district government. He insisted that he was sleeping all night, and there was no evidence to prove that he was related to Shenming's death. I have been Staring at him, I found He Nian's body two years ago, and I went to Lu Zhongyue several times. I didn't expect him to really become a murderer, and now every public security bureau in the country has his arrest warrant." "You posted all the information in this room and didn't allow anyone to enter, because this is your restricted area and your shame as a policeman?" "Looking for death!" He drove Si Wang out of the small room, poured another glass of cold water on top of his head, "I have revealed too many secrets tonight, if your mother finds out, she will definitely not let you come to my house again .” "Are you feeling better?" "I'm fine, I just think you're scary—sometimes, you don't look like a child." "Everyone says that." "Why should you care about the 1995 case? You weren't born then!" "for you." This answer surprised police officer Huang Hai. He looked at the twinkling Christmas tree outside the window and said, "You are such a terrible child." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who visits on Christmas Eve?Huang Hai locked the small room again, but Si Wang opened the door like a master. Standing outside the door was a man in his fifties, his hair was half white, his body was no longer as straight as before, his wrinkles had increased a lot, his whole face was thin and haggard.He frowned and looked at the house number: "Little friend, is this the home of Police Officer Huang Hai?" "yes." "Sorry to bother you, is your dad home?" He actually regarded him as Huang Hai's son, Si Wang didn't deny it, nodded and said, "He's at home." Huang Hai immediately pulled him behind him, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and said in a rough tone, "Old Shen? Didn't I tell you not to come to my house?" "I'm sorry, Officer Huang, I've been on the phone with you, so I came to the door directly. Because it's too important——I have a new clue!" "Say it!" "Last night, he bought a book in the bookstore. Guess what it is?! I've read this book countless times. Novels about religion, history, art, and murder also have stories about the Knights Templar and Mount Sion. The Priory." Huang Hai was completely dizzy, scratching the back of his head and said, "What mountain?" "Priority of Sion!" This man in his fifties actually spoke a fluent English term. "Old Shen, you're already old, don't fart in front of me." Si Wang looked at the man with a strange look, he tugged at the corner of Huang Hai's clothes at the door and said, "Let him come in and talk." "Shut up!" He patted the boy's head, "Go to the kitchen and stay there, kids don't care about adults' business!" "cut!" But he is a policeman after all, Si Wang hid in the kitchen obediently, but I don't know if he eavesdropped. "sit down." Huang Hai made a cup of tea for this uninvited visitor on Christmas Eve. "Officer, I followed that man quietly. He was sitting on the subway reading, and at the same time he was taking detailed notes. His fingers were still drawing crosses and many strange shapes. He was chanting something, maybe Mysterious instructions from their organization." "You haven't been discovered, have you?" "Don't worry, I hide very carefully, wearing a mask and hat, he can't see my face." Huang Hai scratched his head and lit a cigarette: "Damn it, I'm afraid he'll call 110 again, or complain directly to our director! The director's daughter will take the college entrance examination next year, and she's studying with him recently!" "It's too dangerous! Tell your chief quickly that he must not be allowed to touch children! I suspect that he is a member of the Priory of Sion or the Rosicrucian Order, or at least a member of the Freemasonry!" "You are an excellent police officer, and I am a senior prosecutor. We both have the same experience in handling cases. No matter how well the disguise is on the surface, the guy with a dark heart can't escape the eyes of both of us. I can guarantee—— —he is definitely not an ordinary math teacher!" "Yes, he is a well-known special teacher in the city, of course he is not ordinary." The senior prosecutor became more and more excited as he spoke: "There is a ghostly evil in his eyes! You have to trust my intuition, even though everyone thinks he is very friendly. After Shen was killed, you police delayed Unable to solve the case, I often went to the city library to search for forensic science and criminal investigation materials. Once, I ran into that guy in the reading room, and directly exposed my identity, including my relationship with Shen Ming. I asked him if he was Borrowing teaching professional books? He embarrassingly denied it, and covered the cover of the book he borrowed with his hands. I asked what happened to the school after Shenming’s death? He only said that the principal was dismissed because of this, and teachers and students suffered a lot. Under great pressure, I left in a hurry and ran away. Obviously, I was avoiding it deliberately. If it wasn’t for the ghosts in my heart, why would I do this? So, I used the relationship with the procuratorate to investigate Zhang Mingsong’s borrowing records in the library, and found that most of what he saw were religious symbols. In terms of science, there are quite a few detective novels about murder, such as Murder in Mesopotamia, and there are even professional books on forensic science.” "Old Shen, listen to me..." "Don't interrupt me! When my son was killed by him, he was already in his thirties, and now he is in his forties, but he has never been married. His conditions are so good, isn't it easy to find a wife? Therefore, there is a high possibility of psychopathy!" "Catch wind and shadow." "Also, I investigated the three generations of that perverted ancestor, and what was the result? His grandfather had worked with foreign missionaries, so he belonged to the 'Ministry Association' in the city. In 1949, this fake foreign devil was publicly shot as an imperialist spy. , before he died, he read a long list of foreign words, which is said to be a spell in Latin, to cast a curse on the cadres and the masses at the anti-counterfeiting public sentencing meeting. Officer Huang, do you understand? His grandfather was a member of an evil organization abroad, so naturally Passed on to him. And his father died by suicide twenty years ago, in a very strange way, by locking himself in a stone house and setting fire to him. I think it was some kind of self-sacrifice ritual. " "Shen Yuanchao, you are an old prosecutor, you should know that everything should pay attention to evidence. I am very grateful for the clues you provided to the police, but in the past ten years, I have heard you say it countless times! I can almost put your The whole set of so-called evidence is recited verbatim, and I have investigated and verified it several times, and every time it proves that you are talking nonsense! You have to call me every week and go to my office at the Public Security Bureau, Today you developed to come to block me." "Because the discovery last night is very important! It proves that he is related to the mysterious organization in Li." "I suggest you go home and have a good rest. Don't do these dangerous actions again. People have already found out that you are following him. I don't know how many times you have called 110 to call the police. I don't want to arrest you into the detention center with my own hands!" Shen Yuanchao hurriedly added: "There is one more reason! The last one! Listen to me, although he is a special-grade teacher, he is not a member of the Communist Party, nor has he joined a democratic party. His political identity is very suspicious!" "It's so good at weaving charges! It's the 'Cultural Revolution'! Fortunately, I, Huang, only know how to solve crimes. I have never accepted bribes, corrupted mistresses, or it would be miserable if it fell into your hands! Ten years ago, when you first ran When he came to me and said that the person was a major suspect, I immediately conducted an investigation and found that he had sufficient evidence of alibi——On June 19, 1995, he attended an academic conference of the education system, in a hotel on an isolated island, There are at least forty people who can testify. There was a heavy thunderstorm that night, the only ferry on the island could not go out to sea, everyone was trapped at sea, and he slept in the same room as the director of education, how could he go back to school and kill people?" "I have read countless mystery novels over the years. Even the perfect alibi may be forged or false. I never thought that a senior police officer like you would be deceived by him!" "On the night Liuman was killed, he was giving extra lessons to two high school boys until two o'clock in the morning. He was also not qualified to commit the crime. Although he was never married, he never lacked the opposite sex who pursued him. His family background You are good, and you are a talented student who graduated from Tsinghua University. It is very common for such people to have too high aspirations and fail to find a suitable partner." Shen Yuanchao's voice became more and more trembling: "I have been following this murderer for ten years, and there is no one in the world who knows him better than me. Police officer Huang, I don't blame you. You have been looking for the murderer for ten years. I am very sorry." Thank you. But I am Shen Ming’s father, and I can feel his soul, which has never been reincarnated, but is floating around me—you know? This morning, Shen Ming gave me a dream, and I saw him standing By a river, still at the age of twenty-five, holding a bowl of thick soup in his hand. He asked me to avenge him, and he said the murderer was that person!" To dream? Huang Hai was completely speechless. "Let's go, Lao Shen, you go back and have a good rest. I promise, the murderer will be caught, unless - I'm dead!" The police officer opened the door and invited Shen Yuanchao out. The old prosecutor said tremblingly at the elevator entrance, "Remember to search his house. You know his address. He lives on the ground floor and has a small yard. If you dig it up, you will definitely find a lot of bones!" After watching the other party into the elevator, Huang Hai returned home and found that Si Wang was already at the door. "You kid is eavesdropping!" He angrily pushed the boy to the corner, and Si Wang looked at him innocently, as if frightened: "Who is he?" "Student Si Wang, I'm playing a game with him." He swallowed the swear words behind, and wrote lightly, "He's just...an old friend."