In the evening, after walking through the residential area for a while, Ding Fan saw a building next to a small forest next to a ruin.

"Director Li, I thought you were all rich people, alas......" Looking at the dilapidated five-story building, the messy wires on the walls were like old spider webs, and the stairs were dilapidated, Ding Fan couldn't help but sigh.

This private house should have been built twenty or thirty years ago, and there are some slogans like liberation of the treasure island and agricultural science village written on it, and you can vaguely hear many families in it chopping wood and making fires for cooking.

Ding Fan walked towards a small tin room next to him, with vague words on it for grocery store and shoe repair, and although the color was almost out of sight, there was a faint light inside. He leaned against the doorway and listened, and someone inside was talking.

"Old Li Tou, this canned fruit has been in for half a month, and when it expires, I see who you sell it to?" said a local accent.

"A lot of units will be spent next week, and these bottles should be sold, alas......" someone said with a sigh.

When Ding Fan pushed the door in, he suddenly smelled a musty smell, looked up, and saw some simple daily necessities in a small shop of more than ten square meters, a middle-aged man dressed in oil stains was holding a glass bottle, and a boss wearing a labor protection coat was pouring balsamic vinegar into the bottle by the counter.

Ding Fan strode in with a pile of shoes and shoe repair tools, re-observed the situation inside, and suddenly understood: this is a community grocery store, selling supplies for ordinary people's daily life.

He bought a pack of cigarettes, asked Li Dayi's home address by the way, pointed to a bottle of Lao Bai dry wine inside, and said: "I am the nephew of the old Li family, from the county, does he drink this, bring me two bottles." ”

The boss took the ten yuan of Da Tuan, looked at it under the light, and said with some surprise: "Li Gong'an, he is in trouble at home, can he afford to drink this? You take it away with your front foot, maybe he will return it to me later, and I have to find him this money." ”

Ding Fan was stunned, thinking with a puzzled face, I really wanted to ask him again, Li Dayi's dignified police station instructor, with a salary of 150 yuan a month, is not an upper-class family in the local area, how can this be.

But the reason of an investigator reminded him that many things must be observed and analyzed by oneself in order to make objective judgments.

"I can't let him return these two bottles of wine, I'll get him some more wine and food! Ding Fan thought, pointed to the two Songhua eggs on the counter, and bought two more.

With these things, Ding Fan went out and left, and after a while, he walked to the door of a unit, looked at the black whirring in the building, and glanced at Room 102 on the left, and suddenly felt that there was something strange inside.

This place is relatively close to the mine, it is only six o'clock now, and the room is lit with bright lights, but a sound makes Ding Fan feel very harsh when he listens to it.

He glanced behind him, and found that there were a lot of beans and grapes planted in the open space opposite the building, and there were a few stones for the cool in the middle, so he adjusted his eyebrows and decided to go there to observe now.

Indoors, in a simple room, a seventeen-inch TV is playing the news, a black and white photo of a family is hanging on the wall, and on the square table under the photo, Li Dayi sits at the table, gulping the rice in the bowl, chewing the rice quickly in his mouth, raising his hand to pick up a small cup of soju, taking a sip gently, a bitter feeling came out of his throat, frowned, and immediately stretched it again, it seems that this feeling is very good.

On the dilapidated sofa opposite him, sat a woman with a thin face and dull eyes, wearing a large shabby vest and crossed her legs, smoking a cigarette in large gulps, and every few puffs, she would spit out beautiful smoke rings.

"Lao Li, who is the woman who is so miserable at home? He still has a little wife?" Ding Fan asked himself as he stood under the grape trellis.

At this moment, Li Dayi rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "Chunni, what else do you want? This family, you said that we can't do it, Xiaobao goes to school in the city, you can't make a living, alas......"

The grape trellis was five or six meters away from the room, Ding Fan vaguely heard what he said, but he didn't know it very well, so he walked lightly to the door, saw that his house was half-covered, and went upstairs to stand on the platform, find a place, and listen quietly.

"Dad, Dad, kill me, save yourself from sin. A complicated expression appeared on the face of the woman named Chunni, and her face trembled, as if she was tearing off the last dignity of a woman and a daughter.

Chunni is Li Dayi's daughter, she pleaded with Li Dayi in despair, and her lips trembled and she glanced at a nylon rope on the door frame next to her.

The nylon rope was like a poisonous snake hanging from it, and the long mouth seemed to be the only exit for her to free herself from the fetters of tragic fate.

"Ni, Dad taught you before, you can't live alone, take off your belt and hang it on the corner of the table, stick it into your head and kneel on the ground to solve it, but what about Xiaobao? I haven't lived enough. Li Dayi's hand holding the wine glass was trembling.

Ding Fan has never seen Li Dayi so excited, in fact, where is this excitement, to be precise, it is the helplessness of an incapable old policeman in the face of his daughter's suicide attempt!

"Lao Li, go ahead, get me a packet of rat medicine, mix it in the rice, let's go together, God is blind, what kind of evil is this." In the back room, an old woman's voice sounded, and there seemed to be a weak sound of turning over.

"My wife is bedridden, Director Li, you ......" Ding Fan judged in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was stuck in his throat.

He couldn't believe that this was the home of a grassroots unit leader in a mountainous area, and he would never have linked this predicament with Li Dayi.

"Dead, my son is dead, my son-in-law is gone, this family is gone, I, how can I explain to my grandson? Don't make a mess......" After a pause, Li Dayi rubbed his forehead with one hand, his eyes swayed back and forth in pain, and then he sighed in despair.

It seemed that he was rarely in such a good mood, and he kept poking his head out under the table, looking at him blankly a few times, and there was a sensible whimper in his throat.

Although Ding Fan didn't fully understand what was going on in Li Dayi's house, he vaguely felt that it was definitely a bizarre and rare event, when he couldn't bear to look up at Li Dayi, as far as his eyes could see, his heart suddenly chuckled: the group photo on the wall finally saw clearly, with the words 1983 written, Li Dayi and his wife sat in front, in the middle was a lovely grandson, behind him stood four young men and women, the men were all handsome guys in police uniforms, one of the two girls and Li Dayi's daughter, that is, the Chunni who had just hanged, very similar！

"My son is gone, my son-in-law is gone?" Director Li ......" Ding Fan seemed to understand all of a sudden: Li Dayi used to have a happy family, one family of three policemen, but now something big has happened in the family.

"No, how can my daughter have such a habit? When Ding Fan's eyes moved to Chunni, a thought under his professional habits came to his mind: "Could it be that Chunni is addicted to drugs?" Her face is yellow and thin, she yawns for a long time, and she has no energy at all. ”

This scene is right in front of him, and his mind is full of imagination, now if anyone tells Ding Fan that Li Dayi's family is now lifeless, and his life is not vigorous at all, he really can't be associated with Li Dayi's image!

"I can't stand it, I really ......" Ding Fan felt a stream of unassuming liquid gushing out around his eyes, thought sadly, and then walked down quietly.

When he reached the dark place at the door, he gently put two bottles of wine and a plastic bag on the ground, quietly walked out, picked up a stone under the grape trellis, walked a few steps outside, and then gently threw it into the doorway.

The stone drew a parabola in the air and landed on the ground, making a heavy sound, followed by the sound of a dog barking wildly, Ding Fan took a big stride, touched the ground on his toes, and ran towards the darkness.

The barking of the dog behind him gradually became quieter, but Ding Fan always felt that Li Dayi chased him out, and ran vigorously, ran past the grocery store, ran into the grove, and then stood panting.

He stood still holding on to a building tree, looked at the dark woods in horror, looked at the strange world in disbelief, and said blankly: "Lao Li, what's wrong at home?"

Ten minutes later, he quietly walked out of the grove, his face was resolute, as if he had just undergone a baptism of the soul, more like his psychological endurance instantly increased, and his heart became stronger.

When he returned to the door of the grocery store, Ding Fan adjusted his mood and silently thought in his heart, "I am an investigator and I am investigating the truth." When he put on a bitter and helpless face again, he quietly pushed open the door.

The shopkeeper was counting the few small bills under the light, and when he saw Ding Fan coming, he put it in his pocket, Ding Fan sat down on the stool in front of him, and said grumblingly: "Uncle, I am unlucky, how did I meet such a relative, can you drink wine here?" ”

He pulled out a large piece of unity and placed it on the shoe next to the boss.

The boss touched the half-bald head, a greedy smile appeared on his dirty face, and said you wait, got up and made him two glasses of wine from the jar, grabbed a handful of peanuts, put them on a plastic bag, and rested on a stool in front of him.

"Have another drink, I'll invite you to drink, tell me, what's wrong with my uncle Lao Li? I'll report the good news and scold me. Ding Fan said.

He wanted to ask the old man to drink some together, and the old man saw that he was generous, and his tongue .. The head licked his lips, smiled happily as if he had taken advantage of a big advantage, and directly gave himself a glass of wine.

The wine given to Ding Fan is full, and he is still a little bit close, in his opinion, Ding Fan has a treat anyway, even if he is not satisfied with the cup, he has to collect money according to the full cup.

Ding Fan introduced that he was from the county seat, and his sister was admitted to the regional teacher college, and scored more than 500 points, and he was the champion of the county, and his parents asked him to tell his uncle and uncle, report the good news, and then borrow some tuition, but he didn't expect Li Dayi not only to not bleed, but also said that the two families had not been in contact for many years, and drove him out with a blunt attitude.

"No one asks if you are poor in the downtown area, but you have distant relatives in the mountains, how can you people in Xinglong Mine be like this?" Ding Fan complained in frustration.

"Boy, drinking, drinking, if you know the situation of Lao Li's family, it is estimated that you are not even in the mood to drink, believe it?" said the old man Xie Ding, staring into his eyes.