Chapter 3 The world is not what you see

Ye Li's photo has been placed on my desk for a whole week. The photo was technically cut from the surveillance video, and it just happened to capture her front and side body. Although the image was blurry, a bit like an old photo that was unsuccessfully reproduced, it still left a strong impression on people.It should be said that this is a very attractive girl, with long hair draped to the waist, soft facial lines, a little bit childish, like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.But in her house purchase information, it is written that she is 21 years old, so let's think so. It is intuitively impossible for such a young girl to have a relationship with a cultural relic dealer like Pan Jiashuai.But her ability to afford some of the most expensive homes in the city inevitably created a strong interest in her career.And what is her occupation?What was left on the data was blank.

My attention to Ye Li is not due to her profession.How should I put it, when I held her photo in my hand, my heart skipped a beat, and I almost blurted out: I've seen this photo before... The reason why I didn't call it out was because I had a second thought, This is absolutely impossible, so I put the photo down. This photo has been on my desk for a week, and every time I see it, I feel a thump in my heart. I have the impression that I have seen this photo before, and then I think it is impossible, so I shake my head and push the photo away. open. The police's search should have been impeccable, but as time went by, no news of Ye Li could be found.And every time I look at this photo, the impression that emerges is strengthened, and that impossible judgment gradually becomes blurred.

A week has passed, and Ye Li's whereabouts have not yet been found out.At this time, I knew it was impossible, so I wanted to try it.He picked up the photo casually, scrawled the word "Ye Li" on the back with a pen, picked up the photo, and left the police station. After all, I was young, and I couldn't resist the temptation to explore. Two years ago, when I first joined the job, an old police officer once told me: "The police profession is actually quite boring. What you have to deal with every day is nothing more than neighbors fighting, neighbors bickering, husbands beating their wives, and sons abusing their parents. , are all trivial family disputes to the extreme.

"A police officer who is lucky will spend his whole life entangled in these trivial matters until he dies. "Police officers who are unlucky will encounter strange cases that are not clear, and they can't solve it after racking their brains. It will make you worry about your life, and you will lose the most basic trust in your IQ from then on." This unlucky police officer may be talking about me——Xia Dachuan. Because I really have an impression of Ye Li's photo, although it is impossible, this impression is absolutely true. When I went out, I felt a sudden sadness in my heart.Pan Jiashuai, who felt mysteriously missing, might have been drawn into an invisible and terrifying black hole, struggling inside and calling for help.I pay attention to this case, and I will also be attracted by the powerful power of the black hole, but I have no idea what is in the depths of the black hole.

I bought a few boxes of candied fruit and a newly published "Overseas Criminal Investigation Case Collection", and went to a place in the eastern suburbs, surrounded by mountains and rivers.There is a beautiful building here, surrounded by flowers and green trees, bees and butterflies flying all over the sky, sometimes old people walking with a stick, or sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a quiet female nurse along the path by the lake superior.No one can escape from a place like a nursing home. Ambition has calmed down, desires have ceased, and only here can you see the last peace of human nature.

I was carrying candied fruit and a book, and walked slowly in the shade. When I came to an old tree, I met a white-haired old man in casual clothes, sitting in a wheelchair, holding a copy of Plato in his hands, Read quietly.On his lap lay a dilapidated and mottled old photo album. My eyes fell on the dilapidated photo album.He walked slowly to the old man and put down the book and candied fruit. The old man put down the book in his hand: "Da Chuan is here, why don't you have a girlfriend yet?" "Girlfriend?" I was stunned for a moment, and laughed, "As expected of a well-known old police detective, you will know that I don't have a girlfriend yet before I say a word."

"Nonsense!" The old man snorted, "How could a young man with a girlfriend come here to see me, a bad old man, in such a good weather?" There was a bit of resentment in the old man's words. We young police officers all called the old man Wilbur.Wilbur is an eternal legend in the police world. He has been a policeman all his life, and he has never had an unsolved unsolved case.Although he has retired for many years, Wilbur's reputation has become an unsurpassable standard in the police world. I looked at the one in Wilbur's hand and asked, "Wilbur, are you studying Plato?"

The old man shook his head: "I just want to figure out what the world looks like." "The way this world looks...isn't it what it is now?" "Of course not." Wilbur shook his head. "The world is not what we see. It is wider and deeper than we know. The light we can see is too narrow, and our hearing system is limited. We can only see." Part of the image, many things we can't see, we can only hear a few voices, more voices we can't hear. We are like sad prisoners, imprisoned in a fragile body, we can only see Incomplete images of the real world projected onto our retinas. We mistakenly believe that these blurred images are the real world, but we are wrong."

Wilbur turned his head slowly, stared at me, and repeated in a gentle voice: "There are many things we cannot see, but they are all around us." I turned my head and looked at the surrounding trees and lake water: "What are those things?" Wilbur shook his head: "We can't see them, so how do we know what they are? Maybe they are living creatures, or they are mysterious portals beyond our imagination. In short, we can't see them, and everything is in an uncertain state .”