Chapter 38 Chapter Thirty-Six: The Old Man Who Rings the Alarm

The roar of the locomotive and the reversing warning horn swept away the flood of drowsiness. Nalan opened his eyes, fixed his eyes, and saw a truck was slowly reversing, and a man was waving to direct the driver.Near the bottom of the concrete ramp, the man signaled to stop, then opened the truck's tailgate, leveled it, and pulled down a four-wheeled trailer.The small boat "abandoned" by Na Lan was lazily dangling on the shore, and the driver also got out of the car, and together with the man commanding the reverse, used a long hook to pull the small boat to the edge of the concrete slope, then pulled on the trailer, and pulled the small boat with a rope. The boat is fixed on the trailer, and the trailer is connected to a trailer interface on the lower part of the truck.

The two of them made sure everything was ready, and both got into the car. Nalan's pirate boat sailed back to the shore of Jiangjing's lake, and intentionally grounded the boat in an open place where the public could easily access it.She hid in the dark, trying to see who was coming to fetch the boat. While driving the boat, she did find a radio pager, but she dared not open it for fear of showing off.She guessed that whoever owned the small boat must have received the phone calls from the three idiots who were left on the island in the middle of the lake, and must have been paying close attention by the lake.Fortunately, Zhaoyang Lake is far from a small lake, and the shore of the lake stretches for dozens of kilometers, so Nalan doesn't have to worry about being intercepted as soon as he gets off the boat.

She didn't expect that someone would come to tug the boat so soon.The only explanation is that the satellite positioning system on the boat called for help to the owner. As soon as the truck moved, Na Lan stepped out from behind the invisible tree, ran a few steps forward, bent down to look at the license plate on the tail of the truck, and saw clearly, "Jiang J4280", this is the most direct clue.In the early hours of the morning, and the place was remote, she wasn't sure if she could get a car and follow the truck all the way, but with this license plate number, she could try to find a phone and notify Bayusheng later.

After another trot with the truck, the truck turned onto the straight asphalt road and started to accelerate.Nalan looked at the receding shadow of the truck, and anxiously looked around to see if she was lucky enough to meet a taxi driver who worked hard and stayed up all night. Probably as compensation for the hardships of her overnight escape, a white minivan with a "For Rent" sign on its head stopped beside her, as if it didn't mind this "unkempt" beauty.Without thinking, Nalan opened the door and got into the car, and said to the driver: "The truck that tugs the boat in front, the one that is almost out of sight, please follow it!"

The driver started speeding without saying a word. "Don't worry, Miss Nalan." Nalan felt that she had fallen into a glacier suddenly. The sound came from the last row of the car.She turned her head and saw two black shadows, and then she realized that she should not believe in so-called good luck. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?" Nalan tried to remain calm.At least, she knew that these people would not hurt her immediately, otherwise, there would be no need to wait so long. The people behind said: "Don't be nervous, Miss Nalan. You see, if someone invites you with a yacht, you don't want to show face. You didn't hesitate to get in our small van, which is not at all glamorous. Our job is very good, the elderly will be very happy. Besides, we are going to hurt you, do we need to say hello to you? We didn't even tie you up and put a black cloth on your eyes, what else do you have to worry about Well!"

In this way, this group of people is not from the same camp as the people who were chasing them with the trucks and yachts in front of them. What can I do to attract such "attention"? Who is the "old man"?Nalan was completely dizzy. But the meaning of the people in the car is very clear, it is useless to ask again, it is better to shut up. It's a pity that Na Lan is not someone who easily retreats: "Don't you want to know who is chasing me with a yacht?" "Why do we need to know your personal grievances?" The man behind him could be heard sneering, "I know what you mean, we are actually really curious about those who chased you and bumped into you. We are investigating, But I'm not very sure what can be found out. For example, the truck in front has a fake license plate number nine times out of ten, and the boat doesn't even have a license plate. Where will that truck go? Unless I'm bored Only then will I go to follow - the reason is very simple, if these people are professional enough, they will not only come in one car, there must be covert protection." The man knocked on the car window, Nalan turned his head, although it was midnight, the black There are still cars going back and forth on the painted road from time to time, "Look outside, any car may be the wing of that truck."

"Then I really admire you. They didn't 'invite' me all night. You are the oriole." "Everyone's way of thinking is different. If you are familiar with our old man, you will know that he never does things impulsively, but strikes later. It is generally believed that if you abandon the ship in a hurry, you will escape as quickly as possible. It is the old man Tell us, with your character, not only will you not run away quickly, but you will try to find out the murderer, and you will wait nearby for the owner of the ship to appear, so we will have this harvest." The man in the back of the car was not without pride.

Nalan wondered, she didn't know that there was a mysterious old friend in Jiangjing. Probably because of the darkness, Nalan felt unfamiliar to the places the car passed by, and couldn't help feeling that Jiangjing was so big. She had lived here for four years, but she still only walked through a small part.But she has a feeling that it doesn't seem too far away from Zhaoyang Lake along the way.When the car gradually slowed down, Nalan looked out the window again, confirming his guess. The minivan first passed through an iron gate. There was a small security room at the entrance. The lights were not turned on, but there was a man standing erect in the darkness at the gate, and he greeted the driver, and the iron gate gradually opened.The van continued to move forward, and there was an endless open water on the left, which must be Zhaoyang Lake.

The car stopped in front of a villa.Although in the dark, Nalan can still see that this villa is definitely not the imitation European style newly built in recent years, but an old-fashioned foreign-style house that can be seen in the former concession area in the center of Jiangjing. to the style.She couldn't help but take a second look, and the voice in the car just now was outside the car: "This house is quite eye-catching. It was the weekend residence of a British diplomat in the early 1930s. The old man was a matchmaker made by Mr. Tuosi Diabolo." , just bought it from a Hongkonger.”

When he got off the car, a pair of slippers had already been placed on the ground, which made Nalan downplay the image of a primitive tribal woman. There was a rusty and mottled octagonal wall lamp outside the building, and the light was dim. Only then did Nalan see clearly the appearance of the person who was talking to him. He was in his forties, and his hair was brushed back, revealing a forehead full of signs of baldness.He was dressed casually and behaved elegantly, coupled with the eloquent conversation just now, it made Nalan think of Fan Yuan. It was only after Nalan saw the "old man" that she understood why she felt this way.

The old man seemed to have been waiting for Na Lan for a long time.When Nalan saw him, he was sitting in the living room drinking tea and reading a thread-bound book.He was obviously afraid of the cold, and in the sweltering summer night, he just let the ceiling fan above his head turn leisurely, and he was wrapped in a thick silk nightgown.It's a pity that the gorgeous nightgown can't hide his withered body, let alone his withered look.There is no doubt that this is what the old man looks like after "removing makeup", because he is more than ten years older than the photos and TV news. "Nalan? Sit down, have some tea?" The old man took off his reading glasses, stared at Nalan, followed her, moved two steps, and sat down on a carved wooden chair. Sigh. "When Xi Amei was young, she seemed to be in junior high school. Once for a swimming competition, she went to the hair salon to cut her hair short... very similar. Later, she kept her hair long until the year when she was about to graduate from college. Then she started to cut her hair short. I soaked in water all day, and cut my hair short again... very similar, really similar." Probably to cover up the sudden sadness, the old man took a sip of tea, shaking his hand holding the small teacup. At this moment, Kuang Jinghui doesn't look like the all-powerful Lingnan No. 1 person. "Mr. Kuang, I understand your sadness..." "I know, you have also encountered misfortune." Kuang Jinghui took another sip of tea, as if Nalan's arrival suddenly made him feel thirsty, "But, to change the cliché in "Anna Karenina": Unlucky people have their own We all have our own misfortunes, and how we feel about the loss of a loved one can vary wildly." Na Lan had to admit that Kuang Jinghui's words did not generalize. He lost his daughter, like a domino effect, lost his first wife, and lost his entire family. "What I want to say is that Yihui's disappearance is not conclusive, and many people have not given up hope of finding her..." Kuang Jinghui was noncommittal, and said with a sneer, "But it is said that someone has erased all the memories of her, and disappeared among the beautiful flowers!" It was rare for him to mention that the notorious Qin Huai still remained calm, and the old man gave people the feeling that he would never get angry . "The first person in Lingnan" obviously did not rely on a fire to get his name. Na Lan knew the aftertaste of Kuang Jinghui's voice: You are hanging out with that ungrateful guy.She simply asked: "You care so much about me, and you specially asked someone to find me in the middle of the night, you must know that I have always wanted to find out the truth about Yihui's disappearance..." "Is this why you ran to my hometown?" It turned out that he already knew.Nalan Yilin, if he still knew that Fan Yuan had dug up Kuang Yihui's tomb, would he still be so calm? "Yes, part of the reason is because of Ning Yuxin..." "That woman who has no relationship with Qin Huai." "Her death is very bizarre." Kuang Jinghui put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly: "Don't you think it's a coincidence that Yihui disappeared, Ning Yuxin died, and the people around Qin Huai didn't seem to have particularly good luck...and his sister, his sister..." "It was actually the reason why I took the initiative to approach Qin Huai at first." "I think there is a 'what happened later...'" "Later, I believed in his innocence. His longing for Yihui was so deep that I can't describe it..." "Enough!" Kuang Jinghui stood up abruptly, and everyone's demeanor disappeared immediately.He also gets angry.When hearing Qin Huai's defense. "Even though you're extremely smart, you're still a little girl. You probably don't know that most people in the world are acting! Greetings, greetings, caring, charity. I've seen a lot in my life, and it's all about acting!" Na Lan was shocked by Kuang Jinghui's fury, but she still said, "You mean, you don't believe in the truth?" Kuang Jinghui supported the chair, his eyes turned to compassion: "I don't want another girl to follow in the footsteps of Bu Yihui." "But, I still don't understand, Yihui is just missing..." "So, you are an innocent little girl. I haven't read any statistics, and I know what it means for a sane adult to disappear for more than three years." "However, this does not mean that we should give up completely. I think you are also looking for her when you move to Jiangjing, don't you?" Kuang Jinghui sat down again, and picked up the tea again: "Many things, we think we know the truth, or guess the truth, and get close to the truth, but we don't. The so-called truth is also an impermanent thing, and it changes its face all the time." Na Lan felt that she just got the general idea: "You mean, with my own strength, it is difficult to see through this matter because there are many variables?" There was a smile on Kuang Jinghui's face that was hard to see: "As long as you treat yourself well, you will have a bright future, really." Nalan finally suddenly realized: "It turns out that you specially called me tonight to tell me that you and your colleagues should forget about the discovery of Yihui's disappearance and Ning Yuxin's murder. To deal with it?" "You speak better and more thoroughly than I do." "But……" "But, I know you won't give up." Kuang Jinghui sighed again, "But I must take on the responsibility of being an elder, and I must say what I have to say. Don't say you alone, it is difficult to find out the root of these unfortunate events , even if it is found out, it is digging a grave for itself... There are many things behind it, and it is not too much to describe it with the word 'horrible'." Na Lan Yilin, he mentioned "digging the grave", could it be that he meant something refer to? "Thank you for your warning, I... I may need time to think about it." Nalan really needed time to chew on Kuang Jinghui's words. "But there is one more thing, you don't need to spend too much time thinking about it—I hope you leave Qin Huai, as far away as possible!"