Chapter 2 first quarter
It's an annoying autumn rainy night.
Today is the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, but there is no bright moon, no breeze, and the vast rain covers the sky over Qiujiang City, adding a bleak and hazy atmosphere to this Mid-Autumn Festival night.
The melodious customs bell has struck eleven times, the bustling city has ceased its hustle and bustle for the day, and the lights of thousands of houses in the streets and alleys have gradually closed their eyes, immersed in the quiet autumn night.Only one building along the river was brightly lit and shadows were shaking.This is the newspaper building of "Qiujiang Daily".
In front of the window sill on the fourth floor, stood a woman in her thirties. The autumn wind lifted her charming bangs on her forehead, and the fine raindrops slapped her plump breasts with her coat open. Women don't care.She has a plump oval face, slender eyebrows and high slender eyes, and an uncontrollable joy is overflowing from her small but clever eyes.At first glance, she does not seem to be a charming woman, but the straight nose bridge and the sharp red lips show a unique style.Her dress is fashionable but not kitsch, a snow-blue round-neck sweater in an elegant windbreaker, and a pair of skinny jeans outline her feminine curves.
She is a female reporter of "Qiujiang Daily", named Wen Shu.
"Is Xiaowen there?" A loud and musical voice came from behind her.
She turned her head and saw that Xia Tian, the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper, was walking into the office.This is an old newspaper man in his sixties, of medium height, with a pair of glasses on his thin face, and kind and kind eyes flashed behind the lenses.
"Old Xia, are you looking for me?"
Xia Tian put a copy of the proof on her writing desk, and said: "The news about the return of Qiuxiang Villa to its original owner, after research, will be the headline on tomorrow's front page. What opinion?"
Wen Shu finished reading the article and nodded excitedly: "This comment is really powerful!"
Xia Tian then asked: "Xiaowen, are the four households sure to move out tomorrow morning?"
Wen Shu replied: "Yes, they finally signed the agreement, and Xin Yueqiu can go back to her villa tomorrow afternoon."
Xia Tian nodded with satisfaction, and said to Wen Shu in an appreciative tone: "Xiao Wen, you fought this battle well!"
"Is it okay? For three whole months." Wen Shu's eyes fell on the calendar on the desk, and his faint eyebrows could not help but frown.
"Yes, three months, ninety days of fighting, many resistances, many connections, but in the end the party's policy won!" Xia Tian waved his hand, showing a general demeanor, "Xiaowen, take a good rest for a few days. "
"I'm not tired." Wen Shu had a satisfied smile of a victor on his face.
Xia Tian didn't force her, he completely understood the mood of this female reporter at the moment, she would not leave the newspaper office until she saw the sample newspaper.
Wen Shu watched Xia Tian go, then returned to his desk and sat down.In the file folder on the desk, there was a thick stack of materials - all investigation reports on Qiuxiang Villa and Xin Yueqiu's complaint materials.She exhaled lightly, cupped her blushing cheeks, and smiled.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was twelve midnight in a blink of an eye.Wen Shu was the only one left in the office of the interview department.Knowing that there was still some time before the press edition of the newspaper, she opened the drawer, took out a new work by Japanese mystery writer Seiichi Morimura, and browsed.On a quiet rainy night, it is a pleasant enjoyment to read a mystery novel full of suspense. At this moment, the telephone on the table rang in a hurry. Wen Shu picked up the microphone, and couldn't wait for her to ask the other party. A man's voice came out of the microphone: "Hello, I'm looking for Comrade Wen Shu, a reporter from the interview department." "I am." Wen Shu immediately asked, "Who are you?" "I, I am Zheng Jian." Zheng Jian?How many names and events are stored in a journalist's mind.She opened the floodgate of memory, and asked in surprise and joy: "Are you... Zheng Jian?" "It's me, your Xishuangbanna teammate." "Oh, it's really you! My scholar!" Wen Shu exclaimed happily.She didn't expect that the person who called in the middle of the night was actually her teammate who had been away from her for twenty years.She involuntarily sent a series of questions to the microphone: "What's wrong with you? You disappeared from the earth for the past twenty years? You didn't give me an answer. Where are you now? How did you find me?..." This question clearly overflowed with a unique intimacy, but Wen Shu's words were immediately interrupted roughly by the other party.Zheng Jian only had one sentence: "Please come out immediately!" The female reporter found it strange that this talented scholar, who was impressed by his gentleness back then, is now giving orders to herself in an orderly tone?But the warm friendship in the past made her never frown. She just smiled and said: "You want to see me, and I want to see you too. But not now, what time is it? Let's make an appointment tomorrow morning to have a good chat." "No!" Zheng Jian in the microphone gave the order simply: "Ten minutes later, please come to Qiuxiang Villa." "What? Qiuxiang Villa?" Wen Shu was taken aback and asked quickly. "Yes, a murder case just happened here. The victim's name is Xin Yueqiu. It is understood that you have interviewed this woman. Please assist me in carrying out the task." "Xin Yueqiu was murdered?" Wen Shu was startled, and murmured, "Don't be kidding, where do you work?" "I'm in the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau... I don't have time to talk about it in detail now. Get ready, I've sent a car to pick you up." The microphone hung up immediately. Wen Shu's eyes fell on the big picture of "Qiuxiang's villa returned to its original owner today", and without thinking, she went straight to the editor-in-chief's office.
Ten minutes later, Wen Shu boarded a jeep and drove towards Qiuxiang Villa. Through the window of the car, she saw that the street in the autumn rain was very quiet, but the heart of the female reporter was like the waves of the sea.Wen Shu squeezed his arm violently, and said to himself: "Xin Yueqiu was murdered, is this a dream?" The window of the car was blurred by the autumn rain, the street scene disappeared, and the three-month interview scene disappeared in an instant. Appeared in front of her eyes... One morning in early summer, Wen Shu accidentally read a letter from a reader signed by Xin Yueqiu.The letter was to request the newspaper office to uphold justice and to urge relevant parties to return her private house, Qiuxiang villa, as soon as possible. Wen Shu grew up in Qiujiang City, and almost everyone in Qiujiang City knows Qiuxiang Villa.This well-known high-end garden house in the city, although it occupies a small area, is known for its tranquility and delicacy.Wen Shu passed this path when he was a child, and smelled the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus wafting from the villa outside the beautiful wall.Later, she experienced the luxury and elegance of this villa in a novel describing the life of the bourgeoisie in old China. The letter writer, Xin Yueqiu, is the hostess of the villa—the widow of Zhang Hanqian, a well-known business tycoon in Qiujiang City. Wen Shu began intense interview and investigation work.She soon learned that the Qiuxiang villa was returned to its original owner, and the leaders of the municipal party committee had given instructions a long time ago, but the reason for the delay in returning it was because the four households occupying the villa now refused to move out. As a newspaper reporter, she came to Qiuxiang Villa. This small and exquisite garden villa is located on a quiet road next to the downtown area.Deep in the shade, there is a small two-story bungalow.The whole house is made of emerald green mosaics. There is a large curved balcony on the second floor. The stairs and floors are made of high-grade teak wood, which complements the brown glass windows.Although it has been through a catastrophe and once served as the headquarters of a rebel group, it still does not detract from its elegant style.If the structure of the house is one of the few in Qiujiang City, then what is even more fascinating is the small garden with lush flowers and trees and overflowing with fragrance.There is an exquisite fountain in the garden, on which a half-naked beauty is carved. Unfortunately, a few thorough "revolutionaries" who claim to have no evil thoughts in their minds have smashed the beauty's breasts, as if only flat female breasts are intact. As for luring men to have evil thoughts.There are many exotic flowers and plants in the garden. It is said that when Zhang Hanqian was alive, someone had counted them, and there happened to be forty kinds of famous flowers.Now there are only a dozen species of rose, rhododendron, orchid, etc., but the tall and straight osmanthus tree at the gate of the front garden is still left after the catastrophe, and the autumn wind blows every year, overflowing with fragrance, which is fascinating.This is the origin of the name "Qiuxiang Villa". The sweet sweet-scented osmanthus scented Quotation Shu walked into Qiuxiang Villa.However, she immediately realized that almost everyone in this villa had an obvious hostile attitude towards her, the investigator. She visited these four "nail households" who refused to move out one by one. A cadre couple lived in the middle two rooms on the second floor.The man's name is Mo Cai, who is the deputy director of the Publicity and Education Division of the Municipal Labor Bureau, and the woman's name is Gu Ling, who is the personnel director of the Municipal Labor Reform Bureau.Their daughter is a fashionable, blond beauty named Mo Feifei. Living between the two pavilions on the second floor is a young couple. The male host is Han Feitian, a young painter from Qiujiang City. This talented artist who is emerging in the painting world is good at painting Chinese classical themes of ladies with Western brushwork. His bold and innovative His painting skills once caused a sensation and won the appreciation of female reporters.His wife is a primary school teacher named Shan Xiali. From the looks of it, this is a very well-matched couple. The large living room on the ground floor has been divided into two families. The owner of the front room is a lonely and eccentric short old man named Chen Molin. He is in his sixtieth year, with white hair and never married. his industriousness. In the back room lived an old worker and his son.The old worker died of illness half a year ago, leaving behind his son Kangli who did not learn well. After he was released from prison, he went out to do some business that no one could explain. The occupations, status, accomplishments, and manners of these four families are very different, but they all received the female reporter with the same extremely unfriendly attitude. Wen Shu quickly learned from their contacts that they seem to have a special attachment to this villa, although the relevant departments have already arranged suitable workshops for them. Mo Cai received Wen Shu very politely on the surface, and he expressed his support for the party's policy of returning private houses.But he was picky about the new studio assigned to him, either because the location was too remote, or the structure of the house was too poor, or the environment was too noisy.All in all, he can always find reasons for his dissatisfaction.The coquettishly dressed Mo Feifei cast a disgusted look at Wen Shu from time to time. Fortunately, her mother Gu Ling came to smooth things over and liven up the embarrassing atmosphere. Han Feitian's attitude is very clear. The young artist vowed to live and die together with this garden villa, as if leaving every plant and tree here, his inspiration would also disappear.His statement to Wen Shu was: "Never move out." Unless the government takes him away as a prisoner.His wife, Shan Xiali, is a fair and lovely young woman. She is very good at talking and often interrupts her husband to make specious remarks.She is dissatisfied with the relocation because some powerful "public servants" have not set an example. If she is forced to move out of Qiuxiang Villa, it is because she is just an ordinary citizen. During Wen Shu's interview, Chen Molin barely moved his mouth, but from his suspicious little eyes, there was an obvious look of hostility, which shows that the reason for his refusal to move is more important than any other. People are much deeper. Conley, who had only one face-to-face encounter with a female reporter, was a lean man with a fox-shaped face framed by long hair, and he responded to the investigation with a sneer.When Wen Shu left once, Kangli rolled up his sleeves, put on a duel posture, and cursed at the back of the female reporter: "Damn, whoever meddles in other people's business, I will tell her to come in with a white knife." , the red knife comes out!" Naturally, all this did not stump or frighten this female reporter with a sense of justice.She talked to Xin Yueqiu again and again.This sixty-year-old woman is Zhang Hanqian's second wife.Although the ruthless years have added many deep and shallow wrinkles to her delicate and beautiful forehead, and there are strands of silver in her soft black hair, but judging from her delicate and correct facial features, and her occasionally smiling face, On the face, as well as the still well-proportioned figure, one can imagine the soul-stirring charm of this big capitalist's wife back then. Whenever Xin Yueqiu recalled all these past events to Wen Shu, her face became pale, her upper and lower lips trembled, and her eyes danced nervously.When the female reporter tried to comfort her, Xin Yueqiu turned her head stubbornly and said loudly: "I don't want to listen, I want my house, my house." This cry, which was almost like a wailing, made the female reporter's heart tremble: she is very grateful to her. There must have been a special kind of attachment to this house. From the sad and abnormal look on the other side, Wen Shu strengthened his belief.She worked in the work units and residents committees of four families, and with the support of relevant departments, she wrote a convincing investigation report.Soon, this "internal reference" was valued by the leading comrades of the municipal party committee, and important instructions were issued: return Qiuxiang villa within a time limit. Kang Li's threat, Chen Molin's hatred, Han Feitian's oath and the Murphy's family's cynicism all failed to achieve what they wanted to do. After a lot of work in all aspects and the strong supervision of the district police station, the four families had to agree to move to the village. Let's go, they finally packed their bags and prepared to move. However, on the eve before the return of the villa, the hostess of the villa was suddenly murdered. Who is the murderer... The jeep stopped suddenly, waking Wen Shu up from the chaotic memories. Without waiting for the driver to stop the car, she opened the door by herself.At this time, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blows in the autumn wind. What a quiet Mid-Autumn night! Wen Shu got out of the car, faced the autumn rain, and walked into the murder scene in the dim night - Qiuxiang Villa.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was twelve midnight in a blink of an eye.Wen Shu was the only one left in the office of the interview department.Knowing that there was still some time before the press edition of the newspaper, she opened the drawer, took out a new work by Japanese mystery writer Seiichi Morimura, and browsed.On a quiet rainy night, it is a pleasant enjoyment to read a mystery novel full of suspense. At this moment, the telephone on the table rang in a hurry. Wen Shu picked up the microphone, and couldn't wait for her to ask the other party. A man's voice came out of the microphone: "Hello, I'm looking for Comrade Wen Shu, a reporter from the interview department." "I am." Wen Shu immediately asked, "Who are you?" "I, I am Zheng Jian." Zheng Jian?How many names and events are stored in a journalist's mind.She opened the floodgate of memory, and asked in surprise and joy: "Are you... Zheng Jian?" "It's me, your Xishuangbanna teammate." "Oh, it's really you! My scholar!" Wen Shu exclaimed happily.She didn't expect that the person who called in the middle of the night was actually her teammate who had been away from her for twenty years.She involuntarily sent a series of questions to the microphone: "What's wrong with you? You disappeared from the earth for the past twenty years? You didn't give me an answer. Where are you now? How did you find me?..." This question clearly overflowed with a unique intimacy, but Wen Shu's words were immediately interrupted roughly by the other party.Zheng Jian only had one sentence: "Please come out immediately!" The female reporter found it strange that this talented scholar, who was impressed by his gentleness back then, is now giving orders to herself in an orderly tone?But the warm friendship in the past made her never frown. She just smiled and said: "You want to see me, and I want to see you too. But not now, what time is it? Let's make an appointment tomorrow morning to have a good chat." "No!" Zheng Jian in the microphone gave the order simply: "Ten minutes later, please come to Qiuxiang Villa." "What? Qiuxiang Villa?" Wen Shu was taken aback and asked quickly. "Yes, a murder case just happened here. The victim's name is Xin Yueqiu. It is understood that you have interviewed this woman. Please assist me in carrying out the task." "Xin Yueqiu was murdered?" Wen Shu was startled, and murmured, "Don't be kidding, where do you work?" "I'm in the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau... I don't have time to talk about it in detail now. Get ready, I've sent a car to pick you up." The microphone hung up immediately. Wen Shu's eyes fell on the big picture of "Qiuxiang's villa returned to its original owner today", and without thinking, she went straight to the editor-in-chief's office.
Ten minutes later, Wen Shu boarded a jeep and drove towards Qiuxiang Villa. Through the window of the car, she saw that the street in the autumn rain was very quiet, but the heart of the female reporter was like the waves of the sea.Wen Shu squeezed his arm violently, and said to himself: "Xin Yueqiu was murdered, is this a dream?" The window of the car was blurred by the autumn rain, the street scene disappeared, and the three-month interview scene disappeared in an instant. Appeared in front of her eyes... One morning in early summer, Wen Shu accidentally read a letter from a reader signed by Xin Yueqiu.The letter was to request the newspaper office to uphold justice and to urge relevant parties to return her private house, Qiuxiang villa, as soon as possible. Wen Shu grew up in Qiujiang City, and almost everyone in Qiujiang City knows Qiuxiang Villa.This well-known high-end garden house in the city, although it occupies a small area, is known for its tranquility and delicacy.Wen Shu passed this path when he was a child, and smelled the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus wafting from the villa outside the beautiful wall.Later, she experienced the luxury and elegance of this villa in a novel describing the life of the bourgeoisie in old China. The letter writer, Xin Yueqiu, is the hostess of the villa—the widow of Zhang Hanqian, a well-known business tycoon in Qiujiang City. Wen Shu began intense interview and investigation work.She soon learned that the Qiuxiang villa was returned to its original owner, and the leaders of the municipal party committee had given instructions a long time ago, but the reason for the delay in returning it was because the four households occupying the villa now refused to move out. As a newspaper reporter, she came to Qiuxiang Villa. This small and exquisite garden villa is located on a quiet road next to the downtown area.Deep in the shade, there is a small two-story bungalow.The whole house is made of emerald green mosaics. There is a large curved balcony on the second floor. The stairs and floors are made of high-grade teak wood, which complements the brown glass windows.Although it has been through a catastrophe and once served as the headquarters of a rebel group, it still does not detract from its elegant style.If the structure of the house is one of the few in Qiujiang City, then what is even more fascinating is the small garden with lush flowers and trees and overflowing with fragrance.There is an exquisite fountain in the garden, on which a half-naked beauty is carved. Unfortunately, a few thorough "revolutionaries" who claim to have no evil thoughts in their minds have smashed the beauty's breasts, as if only flat female breasts are intact. As for luring men to have evil thoughts.There are many exotic flowers and plants in the garden. It is said that when Zhang Hanqian was alive, someone had counted them, and there happened to be forty kinds of famous flowers.Now there are only a dozen species of rose, rhododendron, orchid, etc., but the tall and straight osmanthus tree at the gate of the front garden is still left after the catastrophe, and the autumn wind blows every year, overflowing with fragrance, which is fascinating.This is the origin of the name "Qiuxiang Villa". The sweet sweet-scented osmanthus scented Quotation Shu walked into Qiuxiang Villa.However, she immediately realized that almost everyone in this villa had an obvious hostile attitude towards her, the investigator. She visited these four "nail households" who refused to move out one by one. A cadre couple lived in the middle two rooms on the second floor.The man's name is Mo Cai, who is the deputy director of the Publicity and Education Division of the Municipal Labor Bureau, and the woman's name is Gu Ling, who is the personnel director of the Municipal Labor Reform Bureau.Their daughter is a fashionable, blond beauty named Mo Feifei. Living between the two pavilions on the second floor is a young couple. The male host is Han Feitian, a young painter from Qiujiang City. This talented artist who is emerging in the painting world is good at painting Chinese classical themes of ladies with Western brushwork. His bold and innovative His painting skills once caused a sensation and won the appreciation of female reporters.His wife is a primary school teacher named Shan Xiali. From the looks of it, this is a very well-matched couple. The large living room on the ground floor has been divided into two families. The owner of the front room is a lonely and eccentric short old man named Chen Molin. He is in his sixtieth year, with white hair and never married. his industriousness. In the back room lived an old worker and his son.The old worker died of illness half a year ago, leaving behind his son Kangli who did not learn well. After he was released from prison, he went out to do some business that no one could explain. The occupations, status, accomplishments, and manners of these four families are very different, but they all received the female reporter with the same extremely unfriendly attitude. Wen Shu quickly learned from their contacts that they seem to have a special attachment to this villa, although the relevant departments have already arranged suitable workshops for them. Mo Cai received Wen Shu very politely on the surface, and he expressed his support for the party's policy of returning private houses.But he was picky about the new studio assigned to him, either because the location was too remote, or the structure of the house was too poor, or the environment was too noisy.All in all, he can always find reasons for his dissatisfaction.The coquettishly dressed Mo Feifei cast a disgusted look at Wen Shu from time to time. Fortunately, her mother Gu Ling came to smooth things over and liven up the embarrassing atmosphere. Han Feitian's attitude is very clear. The young artist vowed to live and die together with this garden villa, as if leaving every plant and tree here, his inspiration would also disappear.His statement to Wen Shu was: "Never move out." Unless the government takes him away as a prisoner.His wife, Shan Xiali, is a fair and lovely young woman. She is very good at talking and often interrupts her husband to make specious remarks.She is dissatisfied with the relocation because some powerful "public servants" have not set an example. If she is forced to move out of Qiuxiang Villa, it is because she is just an ordinary citizen. During Wen Shu's interview, Chen Molin barely moved his mouth, but from his suspicious little eyes, there was an obvious look of hostility, which shows that the reason for his refusal to move is more important than any other. People are much deeper. Conley, who had only one face-to-face encounter with a female reporter, was a lean man with a fox-shaped face framed by long hair, and he responded to the investigation with a sneer.When Wen Shu left once, Kangli rolled up his sleeves, put on a duel posture, and cursed at the back of the female reporter: "Damn, whoever meddles in other people's business, I will tell her to come in with a white knife." , the red knife comes out!" Naturally, all this did not stump or frighten this female reporter with a sense of justice.She talked to Xin Yueqiu again and again.This sixty-year-old woman is Zhang Hanqian's second wife.Although the ruthless years have added many deep and shallow wrinkles to her delicate and beautiful forehead, and there are strands of silver in her soft black hair, but judging from her delicate and correct facial features, and her occasionally smiling face, On the face, as well as the still well-proportioned figure, one can imagine the soul-stirring charm of this big capitalist's wife back then. Whenever Xin Yueqiu recalled all these past events to Wen Shu, her face became pale, her upper and lower lips trembled, and her eyes danced nervously.When the female reporter tried to comfort her, Xin Yueqiu turned her head stubbornly and said loudly: "I don't want to listen, I want my house, my house." This cry, which was almost like a wailing, made the female reporter's heart tremble: she is very grateful to her. There must have been a special kind of attachment to this house. From the sad and abnormal look on the other side, Wen Shu strengthened his belief.She worked in the work units and residents committees of four families, and with the support of relevant departments, she wrote a convincing investigation report.Soon, this "internal reference" was valued by the leading comrades of the municipal party committee, and important instructions were issued: return Qiuxiang villa within a time limit. Kang Li's threat, Chen Molin's hatred, Han Feitian's oath and the Murphy's family's cynicism all failed to achieve what they wanted to do. After a lot of work in all aspects and the strong supervision of the district police station, the four families had to agree to move to the village. Let's go, they finally packed their bags and prepared to move. However, on the eve before the return of the villa, the hostess of the villa was suddenly murdered. Who is the murderer... The jeep stopped suddenly, waking Wen Shu up from the chaotic memories. Without waiting for the driver to stop the car, she opened the door by herself.At this time, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blows in the autumn wind. What a quiet Mid-Autumn night! Wen Shu got out of the car, faced the autumn rain, and walked into the murder scene in the dim night - Qiuxiang Villa.