Chapter 41 Chapter Eleven

In 2010, Huang Hai always felt that he had committed a crime against Tai Sui. At the beginning of the year, he queued for half an hour and bought two tickets for the IMAX-3D version of "Avatar". It was the first time I invited He Qingying to watch a movie, and he usually stuttered a bit when facing criminals with ease.Fortunately, the thing she was most worried about didn't happen, she didn't mention Si Wang, she must have come out without telling her son, and sat in a crowded movie theater with Huang Hai. He bought a few large packs of snacks and drinks, but he didn't eat any of them in the theater, and was afraid that He Qingying would take them home and be discovered by Si Wang, so he had to desperately eat them all on the way.

A gust of wind blew onto her face, and her hair was disheveled, making people think about it. He Qingying is already forty years old, but she doesn't look old at all.Huang Hai took her hand slowly, resisted slightly at first, but soon obediently obeyed.Her palm was so cold, it felt like a dead body, just like being in an autopsy room.Originally they were chatting well, but the two became quiet for a moment, they didn't look into each other's eyes, but their shoulders gradually leaned together. For three years, Huang Hai has helped her small bookstore, passing by every now and then to have a look.If something happened to her family, he would be there immediately, even if the TV set was broken, he could fix it.

On the contrary, the relationship between Si Wang and him became more and more rigid. After the Spring Festival, he brought Si Wang to the gate of the mosque.It happened that someone was selling sliced ​​cakes, Huang Hai bought a small piece and stuffed it into his hand, got into the car and said, "I want to tell you something." "Encountered a new difficult case?" "No, all the recent cases have been solved. What I want to tell you is—" The middle-aged man was at a loss, scratching the back of his head, and said word by word, "Student Si Wang, your father doesn't know when Only then can I come back. If I were your father, would you agree?"

The boy pushed him away and jumped out of the police car, threw the half-eaten walnut marzipan on the ground, and ran quickly towards the Suzhou River. God, it's so cold. From then on, Huang Hai never met He Qingying alone again. Spring goes and autumn comes... On Sunday, fine raindrops hit the car windows, and the real estate developments on Nanming Road one after another made it difficult to recall the murder 15 years ago, even though Nanming High School is a few hundred meters ahead. "Stinky boy, who told you that there is a clue here?" Officer Huang Hai was holding the steering wheel, and the windshield wiped with the windshield wipers. In front of him was a long, dim and desolate road, which seemed to lead to a different dimension.

"Secret informant, I have to protect her!" Si Wang sat in the co-pilot, "Trust me, I am special, you understand." It was a police car disguised as a private car, and the front hood was splashed with dust and mud. Last night, he just drove this car to catch a murderer from another place.After sleeping for less than three hours, Si Wang knocked on the door of his room, saying that he had found a clue about Lu Zhongyue, but he didn't tell him the specifics, he just talked about it, and he took special care not to let his mother know. "Student Si Wang, your special is only meaningful to me."

The car was parked in front of the store. The so-called video store had only one door without a store name. It was hidden between the foot bath shop and the shampoo shop.If it wasn't for Leslie Cheung's "Happy Together" poster, no one would have noticed arrive. The rain is getting heavier. Wearing casual clothes, Huang Hai told Si Wang to sit in the car honestly no matter what happened.He got out of the car and knocked on the door of the store, then pushed the door open and entered. cigarette. The strong smell of cigarettes, like a suffocating poisonous snake, almost made the old smoker cough.Hold your breath and observe the situation in the store—most of the old movies of Shaw Brothers are on the right shelf, and the Japanese dubbed films introduced to China in the 1980s are on the left shelf. The jackets are full of Takakura Ken, Kurihara Komaki, Miura Yuka...

Huang Hai saw a man's back, and his profile slowly turned around. He recognized the face. "Lu Zhongyue?" In a second, the other party had jumped out from the back door of the video store. In the humid and cold air, under the gaze of a room full of pirated discs and posters of "The True Colors of Heroes", Police Officer Huang Hai lowered his body and took out a Type 92 pistol from his tuck.He kicked open the back door of the audio-visual store, and there was still a vast rain outside. He rushed out without hesitation, and heard the fierce splash of mud and water.

The gloomy sky and dense raindrops made it impossible to see the man's face clearly, and even his back was blurred. He was running like crazy. "Stop! Police!" Huang Hai roared in a dull and hoarse voice, chasing after him desperately, holding the gun tightly in his right hand but not daring to raise it. In a blink of an eye, that figure rushed into a building under construction. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. He rushed up the stairs to the sixth floor, and he had to be careful not to trip over the exposed steel bars. Finally, he saw the guy again and jumped out from the floor-to-ceiling windows without glass!

It turned out that there was another building opposite the window, and the distance between them was so close that it seemed like a flying man jumped to the other side. Without hesitation, Huang Hai followed him and jumped out of the window... "No!" I don't know where the sound came from?The fifteen-year-old boy's hoarse voice was swallowed by the sound of heavy rain like knives. He didn't jump over it. Huang Hai, a forty-eight-year-old man, disappeared directly into the air and rain between the two buildings. This is the sixth floor. Fifteen meters in free fall, a man with twisted hands and feet lay horizontally on a muddy construction site full of construction waste.

"No……" Si Wang at the back let out a scream, turned around and ran down the sixth flight of stairs. The Type 92 pistol fell several meters away. Si Wang threw himself on the man, his limbs were obviously broken, and his hands were twisted behind his back, like a puppet with its strings broken.Finally raised his head, the rain and blood had blurred his face, but it didn't prevent him from calling out his name: "Huang... Hai..." He is not dead yet. The rain had already wet his whole body, Si Wang shook his head, slapped his face desperately, and shouted: "Hey! Don't die! Hold on! An ambulance will come soon! "

Damn, this kid hasn't even hit 110 yet. Huang Hai, who fell from the sixth floor, was dying, his eyelids were half-closed, and blood was still flowing from his eyes. "Ah Liang..." He spoke. "I'm here!" Si Wang shouted with tears streaming down his face, almost covering the sound of the rain, "Dad, I'm here!" Si Wang or Ah Liang, what is the difference to him? The young man held Huang Hai's hand tightly, warming his cooling body, and then put his ear to his mouth. He heard a series of soft voices from the ground: "Shen Ming..." Huang Hai spit out a name in a calm manner, with his eyes half-opened facing the leaden sky, letting the rain wash away the blood in his eye sockets. At the moment before he died, he vaguely saw the face of a fifteen-year-old boy.Some hands are pressing on his chest, even mouth to mouth artificial respiration, swallowing the blood clots spit out from his mouth.A few hot tears hit his cold face and merged into the muddy rain. The water on the construction site was getting deeper and deeper, and it was about to submerge the Yellow Sea, just like the three days and three nights in the underground of the Witch's Quarter. Huang Hai's soul floated up, looking at his distorted and broken body from a height, and the fantasy boy who was hugging him and crying bitterly. Si Wang wiped away his tears, looked at the black rain curtain, and looked more calm and cruel...