Chapter 35 Chapter 33 This mailbox, that mailbox

Bayusheng's eyes said it all. He rarely erupts.But smart people and people who are familiar with him can roughly guess the changes in his emotions through the eyes shown behind his lenses.Nalan doesn't interact with him very often, but at this moment he can see the questioning in his eyes.When the first responders arrived at the scene, they immediately declared Feng Ji dead. There were many witnesses, but no one could tell who had inserted the sharp knife into Feng Ji's chest.Some said they saw a big man, some said they saw a thin man, some said that the murderer ran into the crowd on Renmin Avenue, some said that the murderer merged into the crowd entering the subway station, and some of the onlookers even thought it was Na Lan lowered his hand.

The great hermit lived in the city, which turned out to be a favorable condition for the murderer, as if Feng Ji had deliberately chosen his own grave. Before he died, he had no chance to tell Na Lan that his real name was Feng Zhe.Nalan still learned from Bayusheng that the ID card in his wallet was written clearly. He really doesn't trust anyone. "The condition for his agreement to meet is that the police will not be involved..." Na Lan simply didn't wait for Bayusheng to ask questions, and took the initiative to explain. Bayusheng was obviously trying to suppress his disappointment, and interrupted: "But you should trust your intuition, at least tell me..."

"My instinct is to listen to what he has to say first and give him all the trust." Nalan said, "When I first contacted him, I advised him to find you, but his reaction was very strong. So I I'm afraid that after contacting you, he simply cut off the idea of ​​cooperating with me." But he is dead now, isn't it a pleasure to cooperate with you? Fortunately, Nalan knew that Bayusheng was not the type to talk such nonsense. Sure enough, Bayusheng just asked indifferently: "What did he say when he was dying?" "It was noisy at the time, mainly because he was dying, and I couldn't hear clearly, it seemed to be 'mailbox'."

After finishing the official statement at the Public Security Bureau, Na Lan walked to the door of the building in a daze, looking at the bright sun outside the door, feeling as if she had passed away.Under such a bright sun, such crimes took place. Death seemed to follow her everywhere, first Ning Yuxin, then Feng Zhe, all died by her side.She suddenly felt that she was still "living at ease", if it was not a miracle, it was because "they" wanted to use her to get something.Perhaps, the moment when she unraveled all the puzzles was the moment when the god of death offered a passionate kiss.

Only then did she realize that she was not that strong. She suddenly felt as if she was walking in a miasma-filled swamp, her feet were soft, and her head was violently dizzy.She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. At some point, Bayusheng stood quietly beside her and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" "Now that there is no one around, you can scold me as much as you want." Nalan smiled wryly, proving that everything is fine. Bayusheng also tried to smile: "There is nothing to scold...but you don't seem to be in good condition, go back and rest early. I have made arrangements to protect you and Qin Huai from now on, especially you, whose whereabouts have been revealed .”

"I don't think you need to waste resources on us. I don't think anyone will threaten us for the time being." "Oh? How do you say it?" "In the past few hours, I have repeatedly replayed the scene that happened at the entrance of the subway station in the morning, and came to a conclusion. The people who came to kill Feng Zhe knew him and my whereabouts like the back of their hands. If you kill Feng Zhe, you can also kill me by the way." Na Lan truly understood how I feel for the fish.It was this feeling that made Na Lan, who was calm in the dissecting room, want to vomit.

Bayusheng remained silent for a while, but he said, "Aren't you joking?" "I'm really not in the mood today. But one thing is for sure. Only by solving all the doubts can I gain real freedom." Nalan suddenly felt that these words were very familiar. A word that moved her when Deng Xiao found her for the first time. There are two missed calls from Deng Xiao and a text message of greeting in the phone.He has heard it.He wants to contact him as soon as possible.He wants to protect Nalan, and hide in the city with Nalan. Bayusheng said: "Whether to protect or not, it's not completely up to you, and it's not entirely up to me..."

"I don't want to see more innocent people in danger." Nalan looked at Bayusheng with pleading eyes. "At least someone will send you off...you..." Bayusheng didn't know what to say. Na Lan understood, and said, "I think it's better to go back to the island with Qin Huai. I tried to communicate with Qin Mo recently, and I feel some progress." She knew in her heart that this was only one of the reasons. "If you have solved the mystery of the 'mailbox' or learned more about Feng Zhe, please let me know." "Our technicians have been opening Feng Zhe's mailbox for a while. His mailbox is as 'clean' as his mobile phone, and there is nothing. We are contacting NetEase to see if we can restore those permanently deleted emails. If there is any progress , I must tell you... I still hope that you will... keep in touch with us."

Nalan nodded, and said goodbye to Bayusheng. Finally, she felt that her feet were on the ground. All the way out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, Qinhuai's Odyssey appeared out of nowhere and stopped beside her.The moment Langdon looked back, he saw Bayusheng staring at him intently. He was so far away that he couldn't see his eyes clearly behind the lens. "He might arrange for someone to follow us." Qin Huai drove away for a while, neither of them spoke, and it was Na Lan who finally broke the silence. Qin Huai said: "It's not a bad thing. After Feng Zhe was killed today, I looked at his body and thought, it could be the two of us!"

"I saw Feng Zhe's corpse, and then thought of Ning Yuxin's corpse. I thought of you twice. But I think, the more you are like this, the less you can go back. Do you dare to help me?" Looking from the side, Qin Huai showed a faint but firm smile: "I still want to ask you this question! All these years, I have been waiting for a miracle to appear, and Yihui will suddenly appear by my side, so I just kept silent To conduct a thorough investigation, keep quiet, and even deceive ourselves and deceive the world with the false appearance of being romantic, but today we discovered that the person we want to touch can no longer be described as 'cruel and merciless', he is simply a bloodthirsty demon..." He The conversation suddenly changed, and he asked: "But, why do you believe me? Don't you think it's strange that Bayusheng didn't ask this question: Only you and Feng Zhe know about the agreement with Feng Zhe. Where did you come from?"

Bayusheng did ask this question. Nalan said: "I believe in your innocence. As for where the killer came from, you are writing suspense novels, how many explanations can you come up with?" Qin Huai frowned: "We don't know anything about the 'they' that Feng Zhe kept talking about, so 'they' may have already locked down Feng Zhe's whereabouts, found out that Feng Zhe wanted to contact us, and killed Feng Zhe in front of us, killing two birds with one stone, It not only silences the mouth, but also kills the others; there is also a possibility that 'they' have been looking for Feng Zhe, and we thought we covered it up well, but in fact we were targeted long ago, and we led 'them' to find Feng Zhe." Nalan thought about Qin Huai's analysis, and it coincided with her own.She said: "Now the situation has changed again. 'They' don't know the two words that Feng Zhe told us when he was dying. Therefore, our focus should be on 'mailbox'. Just now Bayusheng told me, They have already entered Feng Zhe's e-mail, and there is nothing in it." "I think Feng Zhe never expects others to hack into his mailbox, so 'mailbox' may not necessarily refer to his mailbox..." Nalan took out Ning Yuxin's business card, stared at Feng Zhe's e-mail for a while, [email protected], and said to herself: "I didn't notice before, his e-mail login name is just a string number." "How many digits? Some people like to use their mobile phone number as their email login name." Qin Huai tried his best to concentrate on driving and left the task of contemplation to Nalan. "But it's not like a mobile phone number, it doesn't start with 13 or 18, and it only has... eight digits... I'm stupid, isn't the eight digits the phone number!" "Landline number. Read it to me." After Nalan read it, Qin Huai thought about it and said, "Don't say it, it sounds familiar." "Is it someone who loves you?" "Hahaha," Qin Huai smirked. "Is this your old sense of humor? Don't talk nonsense, it seems a little familiar." Nalan's heart suddenly moved, and she took out a tissue from her bag. On the tissue was a list of names and phone numbers, which were the interviewees that Qin Huai had told her that day. She used this list to find Tian Wanhua, the girlfriend of one of the dead, Jin Jun. On the paper towel, 62793571 was written impressively, and the corresponding interviewee wrote "Grandma Qian". Qian Kuan's grandma. I don't know if Qian Kuan is a dutiful son, at least he would often go to his grandma's house to take care of him when he was alive.It is said that his parents moved to live in a new community outside the ring road, far away, but his house and Grandma Qian's house are still in the same community, so the task of asking about the health and well-being fell on him.The police had already grasped these situations, and Qin Huai had no trouble getting them.After Nalan got Grandma Qian's call, she decided not to entangle her too much, because she thought that since Qian Kuan was a native of Jiangjing, the police would have to dig deeper, so she temporarily focused on the three migrant workers. "Why is Feng Zhe's mailbox named after Grandma Qian's phone number?" Nalan asked herself. "Who can say that this must be Feng Zhe's mailbox?" Qin Huai suddenly turned the car around.Nalan knew that they would change their route, instead of going back to Huxin Island, they would go straight to Grandma Qian's house. Grandma Qian lives in the "Kangding Community", a group of small high-rise buildings built in the mid-1990s.The address was in the laptop that Qin Huai carried with him, and the two found Building No. 8 without any difficulty.The car parked downstairs is no longer the clumsy Odyssey, but a small Chery sports car—in order to ensure that no one is following, Qin Huai repeated his old tricks and made an appointment with a writer friend to drive to an underground parking lot Curry switched cars. In the car, Na Lan had dialed Grandma Qian's number three times, but no one answered.Discuss with the two, how far can an old man over eighty years old run?So I prepared to "wait" the old lady at the door. The two walked to the third floor where Grandma Qian lived and rang the doorbell, but no one answered.Qin Huai began to knock on the door vigorously, like thunder, but still no one came to open it, but another old lady at the opposite door came out. "Grandma Qian? She's long gone!" the old lady said loudly, obviously a little deaf. "Not here? You mean 'absent'?" Nalan was afraid that she would not be able to grasp the straw she just saw. "I don't live here!" said the old lady. "After his grandson died, no one took care of her. Her son-in-law took her away and lived with them." "Then this house..." "It's rented out, young couple, and they haven't left work yet." "Do you know where Grandma Qian's son lives?" The old lady said she didn't know. Na Lan asked Qin Huai: "You should have the phone number of Qian Kuan's parents?" Qin Huai nodded, thanked the old lady, and went downstairs happily. When passing by the corridor, Na Lan suddenly said: "Wait a minute, look at this!" What Na Lan was referring to was the mailbox on the wall. There are 12 households in one building, with three rows above and below. Qin Huai was puzzled: "What's wrong?" "Email. I'm just saying, let's not rule anything out." "The problem is, the mailbox is locked." Qin Huai approached the wall, obviously agreeing with Na Lan's suggestion. "Thank you for writing suspense novels..." Qin Huai smiled: "I'm just pretending to be innocent." He took out a miniature Swiss Army knife from his pocket. The mailbox of the Qian family is on the middle floor, basically at the same level as Qin Huai's chest.Qin Huai inserted the thin knife into the crack of the mailbox door, picked it a few times, and the mailbox opened.Qin Huai said to himself: "Thank you for the old-fashioned locks of the old-fashioned houses. Now many new communities use card or other electronic locks, I am dumbfounded." The mailbox was deep, but it was empty. Qin Huai said: "It's good to rule it out." Just as he was about to close the door, Na Lan suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I haven't given up yet." Reaching into the mailbox, Nalan touched it carefully for a while, a smile gradually appeared on her face. Since there are borders on the top, bottom, left, and right, the mailbox door actually only occupies two-thirds of the entire mailbox area.On the top of the mailbox, where no one could see, Na Lan felt a round and long object, like a pen, which was tightly pasted with several layers of tape. Tear off the tape, take it in your hand, it's really a pen. Recording pen.