Early in the morning, the old cultivator got up, simply washed his face, got dressed, and went out to Nanhu Park.

This is a habit that the old cultivator has always cultivated.

Once, he used to get up early, run around Nanhu, and then go to work......

Later, he used to get up early, walk around Nanhu, and then go to the tavern to drink.

So he drank like this, and he was still in good health.

This Nanhu Park is his natural "sanatorium......

On this day, he still walked as usual.

Facing the new glow, stepping on the old snow.

The days went on like this.

As he walked, the old cultivator suddenly remembered the scene of last night.

"Did this kid go to the monument in the middle of the night last night?"

The old cultivator squinted and looked in the direction of the monument......

Suddenly, he felt someone slam his back and staggered forward.

"Big ...... Uncle, are you okay?"

A young man behind him asked in a panic.

"It's nothing,"

The old cultivator said rather unhappily:

"I'm not old, but I'm not young. ”

"I'm sorry, uncle, I just heard about the monument, a man hanged himself on it last night, I was in a hurry to see the excitement, so I ......"

The young man felt ashamed and said in an apologetic voice.

"Oh......"

The old cultivator straightened the little hat on his head, straightened his body, and was about to continue walking.

As soon as he took a step, his heart suddenly sank, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the young man who had walked in front of him.

"Big ...... Uncle, you are ......"

The young man thought that the old cultivator had repented and wanted to blackmail him, and said with some trepidation.

"Don't get me wrong, young man, I want to ask you something, you mean the monument...... Did you hang a man?"

The old cultivator hurriedly asked.

"Well, it is said that it was discovered by the sanitation just early in the morning, and I just heard the news and wanted to go and see the excitement. ”

"Yes...... Is it the monument at the North Gate......"

"yes, or which one else?"

After the young man finished speaking, without waiting for the old cultivator to say anything, he ran towards the north gate in a puff of smoke.

"Broken ......"

The old cultivator exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly ran in the direction of the monument.

It's not so much a run as a race walk.

With a stiff back, arms and legs alternate rhythmically and quickly, and walk forward quickly.

Before he got closer, the old cultivator saw that the steps at all levels in front of the monument were full of people, and everyone craned their necks and looked in the direction of the monument......

The old cultivator couldn't stand up straight, how could he see it from the periphery.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, gritted his teeth, no matter how much it was, he sank down and lowered his head, and squeezed through the cracks.

There was a burst of shouting and scolding behind him.

The old cultivator has long been accustomed to being scolded, he was scolded by his father-in-law when he was young, and later scolded by his neighbors......

Later, if you walk on the street for no reason, you will be scolded.

"It's dirty, get out of the way......"

"Old thing, you don't have long eyes when you walk!"

", standing in front of my store, who would dare to come and buy something!"

…………

"Only you don't dislike me, a bad old man. Don't think about it, young man......"

The old cultivator ignored the scolding of others and resolutely moved forward.

Finally, he saw that a barrier appeared in front of him, and he knew that it was already the innermost.

He took a deep breath and looked up in a trembling voice......

I saw a man dressed as a public security officer, stepping on a stool, struggling to untie the rope tied to the monument, and shouting:

"Careful, careful, catch it!"

Four other people wearing white gloves were directly below the corpse, and they jointly supported his body, and suddenly the legs of the four trembled, two of them adjusted their standing posture like a horse, and the other two hurriedly circled to the sides and caught the corpse's shoulders.

The corpse was placed face up on a white makeshift bed......

The old cultivator stretched his neck, nicknamed his eyes a slit, and carefully studied the facial features of the corpse......

Suddenly, the old cultivator exclaimed, quickly turned around, and squeezed towards the crowd......

"Uncle, wait a minute......"

The voices were noisy, and few people heard the greeting.

The old cultivator clearly heard a person behind him talking to himself.

But he didn't hear it, and he sped up at the moment, shuttling through the crowd with ease.

After a short time, it disappeared behind the crowd......

That square face is definitely not him, the person who killed the man with this square face is......

…………

At noon, in the Fulai Tavern.

The old cultivator was sitting in the corner, drinking what he thought was a glass of white wine mixed with water.

"Boss, next time I mix so much water, I won't come!"

After speaking, the old cultivator picked up a piece of spicy cabbage, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with a squeak.

"You said it earlier, next time I'll pour you a glass of water to make sure you have a good drink!"

Behind the bar, the boss shook his head with a wry smile and said.

The old cultivator stared at his eyes, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a "squeak", a middle-aged man wearing an army green cotton suit, dark skin, and attentive eyes, wrapped in a cool breeze, walked in.

The old cultivator stopped talking, took a sip of white wine, and lowered his head in a deep voice......

"Uncle Xiu,"

The old cultivator frowned, slowly raised his head, and saw that the middle-aged man was sitting opposite him, staring at him with a smile, and said:

"This morning, I called you, and you didn't stop, so I could find it!"

The old cultivator looked at the person in front of him.

The smile is pure.

But this gaze seemed to scratch his bones at a glance

。

These are the eyes that can read everything......

"You are?"

The old cultivator frowned and asked.

"My name is Ye Zhiqiu, the little investigator of our district criminal police team, you can just call me Xiao Ye. ”

When the tavern owner saw that the customer had arrived, he didn't order, and was about to go up to ask, when he heard this person's self-introduction, he hurriedly stopped, and quietly retreated to the bar.

"Koye, Konoye ......"

The old cultivator muttered, took a sip of wine, and frowned again.

For a long time, the quiet tunnel:

"Xiao Ye, I thought about it for a while, and I feel that I don't know you as a person!"

"Uncle Xiu, you are laughing, this morning, in front of the Nanhu Monument, you exclaimed, have you forgotten? I don't have anything else to do, so I will ask you, do you know ......anything about this case?"

The man stretched out his right index and middle fingers, tapped lightly on the table, still smiling, and said.

"What, who called, I, I didn't, you remember wrong. ”

"Uncle, it's a coincidence, our person in charge of collecting evidence happened to take a picture of your expression at that time, and I brought you the freshly washed photo, can you take a look?"

As he spoke, Ye Zhiqiu took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to the old cultivator.

Lao Xiutou's face changed, and he saw himself in the photo with his mouth open, his eyes wide open, and his expression stunned......

"I'm timid, I've never seen a dead person, I'm scared. ”

The old cultivator pretended to be calm, wanted to eat a bite of spicy cabbage, and raised his hand to the chopsticks, but found that his hands were so shaky that he couldn't hold the slender chopsticks.

"You're the best to drink as little as possible,"

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were like torches, staring at the old cultivator's right hand, he lowered his voice, and continued:

"If you don't report it, it's a crime, Uncle Xiu ......"

"Gollum ......"

The old cultivator's Adam's apple moved up and down, but he didn't speak.

"I don't want to see you get old and end up ruined!"

Ye Zhiqiu was willing to let go of this opportunity, and said aggressively.

Out of the window......

These four words are like four steel nails, offering from Ye Zhiqiu's mouth, neatly penetrating the chest of the old cultivator.

The past came to mind one by one......

Hehe......

Is it ruined?

My body has long been blurred with flesh and blood.

My name has long since been shattered to slag.

Living in the world,

Rats are not yet bullied by their peers,

And I, the world can be deceived!

"Come, right now, ...... today"

The old cultivator stood up with a miserable laugh, straightened his back, which had been rickety for many years, and shouted:

"You captured me!"

"Bang dang!"

The old cultivator slammed his arms onto the table and made a gesture of waiting to be handcuffed......

Everyone in the room was speechless because of the old cultivator's series of actions.

This dirty old man, who is ridiculed casually and spineless on weekdays, seems to have changed as if he is a different person today, it is really unbelievable.

"Come on!"

The old cultivator's eyes were red and he yelled loudly.

Ye Zhiqiu slowly stood up and didn't speak.

The two looked at each other, motionless.

There was silence in the room, and everyone stared at the two of them in unison, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Uncle Xiu, what are you...... There's no need, you can dissipate your anger!"

After a long time, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly smiled.

When the old cultivator saw it, the corners of the mouth of the person in front of him twitched a few times, as if he was adjusting the frequency, and accurately switched to the arc he was best at.

That bright smile is only worthy of an open-minded person......

Ye Zhiqiu turned around and came to the bar, and gestured a few times towards the shopkeeper, who hurriedly took out a pen and paper.

Ye Zhiqiu quickly wrote a string of numbers, and after thanking the shopkeeper, he took the paper and returned to the old cultivator.

"This is my unit's phone,"

Ye Zhiqiu gently put the paper on the table, "If you think of something, call me at any time, don't delay your drinking, I'm leaving, goodbye!"

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu left without looking back.

Whispers began to be heard in the store, and after a few moments, the noise continued.

The old cultivator listened to everyone's gossip and his heart was like a knife.

"This old man, didn't you steal something......

"Hey, by the way, I seem to have heard that he was fired from the unit for stealing......"

"This is really a dog can't change the ...... eating"

"Let's guard against him in the future, don't come to this restaurant in the future......"

“……”

The old cultivator shook his head helplessly, sat down, and raised his wine glass tremblingly......

"Smack......

With a crisp sound, the glass was smashed against the concrete wall and shattered.

The tavern owner stood in front of the old cultivator, his right hand outstretched, his hand was stained with liquor, and he was staring at the old cultivator with a gloomy expression.

"Get out of here, don't come to me to eat and drink in the future, you are not welcome here......"

At the end, the tavernkeeper's eyelids twitched, and his voice turned a little hoarse.

"Even you ......"

The old cultivator wanted to speak and stopped, "That's it, it's ......."

He staggered to his feet, picked up the white paper on the table, and staggered out of the tavern......

It's snowing,

It's always so appropriate......

Unfortunately, this snow is not in June,

It's a pity that I can only leave this world quietly......

Old woman,

My unborn child,

I'm sorry, I'm still breathing to this day,

It's atonement, isn't it......

We are a family of three,

It's time for a reunion, too.

Brother Yang Qiu,

Thank you

How many years,

No one will solemnly invite me to a drink,

Will you sit across from me and listen to me......

Just let all the truth,

Die with me......

This time, I didn't lose anyone!

…………

Early the next morning, under the South Lake Monument, there was an extra snowman.

The snowman sat on the ground, leaning on the stone pillar, leaning on the upper part of his body, looking very funny.

A blank piece of paper, firmly held in the snowman's hand......

There are three blood-red characters in the book:

I turned myself in.