In the south of the Yangtze River in April, it is always drizzling, with a hazy and smoky atmosphere.

On the second day, when Hao Zhi walked out of the police station, a drizzle of cow hair fell on him, which just reflected his slightly cool state of mind.

When he was inside, he spoke generously, saying that he would go to investigate the case alone,

But this time I walked out of the door, and my heart was at a loss.

He's a street writer, and it's okay for him to type on the keyboard and spit, but when it comes to investigating a criminal case seriously, he has no clue.

At this time, a fat man got up and down from a Jetta parked on the side of the road,

"Hao Zhi, this way. ”

This person's name is Wu Yongnan, and his nickname is "Lao Lazy", and he is Hao Zhi's hair from a young age.

When the police station released the detainees, he was asked who he was going to notify? The first thing that came to his mind was him.

Wu Yongnan's family is a police civil servant, his father is a section chief in the economic investigation department of the city bureau, and his mother is an administrator in a local police station.

At that time, Hao Zhi found Zhuang Shirui, who was helped by Wu Yongnan, and checked the hotel address through his mother's police station.

He was imprisoned in the detention room, and he also helped a little, and he sent all the daily necessities, but he didn't let Hao Zhi suffer inside.

As soon as he got in the car, Wu Yongnan asked him where he was going?

"How is Shirui now?" Hao Zhi had no information inside, and he didn't know the situation outside.

"A few days ago has been buried, in the North Hill Cemetery. Are you going?"

"Go now. ”

Wu Yongnan then drove to Beishan Cemetery, and the two of them were a little silent along the way.

When he was about to arrive at Beishan Cemetery, Hao Zhi suddenly opened his mouth.

"Lazy, the police station now believes that Shirui died a normal death, and now the case has been closed. Hao Zhi hesitated, organized his words and continued: "But I don't think so, Shirui must have been killed by him, so I want to check it myself, is there any way you can help me?"

"Check it yourself?" Wu Yongnan drove the car, with a wry smile on his face, and said: "You better leave the investigation alone, or think about how to explain to Shirui and his parents, they all read the autopsy report and decided that they were angry with you." ”

"What's going on?"

"I don't know which policeman is too talkative, and he said that he had a cerebral hemorrhage at such a young age, and he must have been angry with someone. ”

"Bastard, don't chase down the real murderer, and actually gossip. ”

Hao Zhi's heart sank to the valley, he had to bear the pain of losing his wife on the one hand, and he was also condemned by his parents, and he didn't know how to live the rest of his life.

"Lazy, help me, as long as the murderer is caught, I will have an explanation for Shirui's parents and ...... me It's also an explanation. ”

"Okay, I'll ask when I get back and see what clues the police force has, but don't expect too much, it's all closed, and there's not much hope. ”

When they arrived at the Beishan cemetery, after parking the car, the two walked up the mountain.

Shirui is a new tomb, in the northwest corner of the cemetery, in a very remote location.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Hao Zhi looked at the mound that was getting closer and closer, his heart shrank and tightened, and his eyes immediately became hazy.

On the tombstone of the new tomb, there is a beautiful bust photo of Zhuang Shirui.

In the photo, she smiled sweetly and quietly.

Hao Zhi knelt in front of the tombstone, stroked the photo, and muttered,

"Shirui, why did you leave like this without saying hello?"

"Shirui, we said okay, when I make money writing books, we'll go buy a car. Now that you're gone, who are you going to drive the car for?"

"Shirui, in fact, I don't want to quarrel with you, I'm Kavin, I can't write it, I'm really unintentional. ”

"Shirui, how could I divorce you, it was really just an angry word, and you didn't listen to my explanation, so you ran out of the door, I couldn't catch up. ”

Hao Zhi muttered to himself at the photo, like a dialogue and an explanation.

While in the detention cell, he was full of thoughts about tracking down the murderer, but when he arrived at the cemetery, his heart was filled with remorse.

At that time, he should have gone to chase Zhuang Shirui back,

If Shirui had been recovered at that time, she would not have had an accident and would not have died.

Wu Yongnan stood behind him, a little unsure how to persuade, Hao Zhi was fine when he was at the police station, but now when he saw the photo on the tombstone, he immediately confirmed the mystery.

"Hao Zhi, do you want to call the foreigners to come and discuss how to track down the murderer?"

Hao Zhi heard Wu Yongnan's question, and looked at him a little confused, he didn't hear what Wu Yongnan was saying just now.

"There is a lot of strength in numbers, call foreigners and monkeys, and we will check together. ”

Hao Zhi heard this sentence clearly, and as soon as he said that he was investigating the case, his heart of mystery returned to clarity.

Shirui is dead, grief and autumn are of no avail, and investigating the case is the first priority at the moment.

"Let's go back, go to my house, and call them all. ”

Since it was decided to investigate the case, it is natural that the more people there are, the better.

Hao Zhi is a writer who stays at home, he doesn't have many friends, and there are only three of the best plays.

Wu Yongnan said that the foreigner is called Quan Yimin, and he is also their hair.

Quan Yimin is tall, good-looking, and a little handsome.

His parents teach at the university and are considered to be a family of high-level intellectuals, but Quan Yimin is more rebellious, likes to be nostalgic for nightclubs, and changes girlfriends faster than clothes.

The other is named Hou Weiyan, nicknamed Monkey. He's not tall, and he's a little frustrated.

But his family was the best of the four,

His father opened a construction company to build houses for real estate companies, and in recent years, housing prices have soared, and his father's company has expanded like a balloon. It only took a few years for the monkey to successfully become the second generation of wealth.

Wu Yongnan drove, Hao Zhi called, and soon, the car arrived at Hao Zhi's house.

Hao Zhi's house is a 120-square-meter three-bedroom house, which was specially bought by his parents to make him a wedding room.

Before he got married, the community had just been built, and his parents bought an existing house here in order to marry him.

The community is not big, there are only about a dozen houses and 300 households, and half of the houses are all speculative housing groups, all empty and no one lives there.

As soon as he opened the door, the smell of poetry in the room made Hao Zhi's mood fall to the bottom.

Taking advantage of the fact that the foreigners had not yet come, he decided to put all Shirui's belongings in order and put them in the guest room, otherwise he would only care about memories in the future, and how could he still be in the mood to investigate the case.

With Wu Yongnan's help, it was quickly cleaned up, mainly to pack up the photos, books and clothes that could evoke memories.

"Hao Zhi, do you want to put this book away too?"

Wu Yongnan was holding an ancient book in his hand, which looked like a Taoist book, with several diagrams of the meridians of the human body on it.

This book is called "Zhaowu Lei Benjing", which was given to him by Shirui at the beginning, and he wrote a novel as a reference material.

According to Shirui, the book is somewhat unusual, left to her by her late grandfather and is said to have been passed down through many generations.

"Don't take this book yet, I need to use it when I write a novel. ”

"What's on that?"

"It's Xiao Seal, Shirui said, this is his grandfather's ancestral Taoist book, it's an antique. ”