Chapter 55: The Mist (15)
The footage is almost perfect and overlaps with the eerie scenes in the video.
The house where the stage of Qinghe Lingmiao is located is the old house of Fengling Town, the wing room is close to the street, there are windows in the north-south direction, the windows are not glassy, and the window frame is composed of irregular wooden bars horizontally and vertically.
The light in this wing room is not good, and the people outside look inside, and it is almost dark, while the people inside look out, it is clear and clear, and the windows are not high.
If he guessed correctly, the video of the man in the water was filmed from there.
At that time, the picture was not very clear, and even a little shaky, which showed that the photographer's state of mind at that time, Xu Fang squinted his eyes, and he thought that this person was very likely to meet him by accident.
So what motivates him to take pictures of what he sees?
A line of sight stared at the stage from the stage, Xu Fang raised his eyelids, and then, he laughed silently, looking at the tour guide who was in charge of explaining, so at the time of the crime 16 years ago, was there such a sight, through the layers of darkness, through the panes, looking at the people who were hiding here and trembling because of witnessing the scene?
Thinking about it this way, it seems that the man's motive for filming is not difficult to understand, he is afraid of being threatened, and this video is the key to his life.
After the tour guide went out with a group of people, the house was empty, Xu Fang stretched out his hand to push open the door of the wing room, and stepped into the courtyard in two steps.
He stood fixedly in front of the stage, with a pair of couplets pasted on the pillars.
A song comes to the civil and military clothes, and they all fall into a dream.
The three-way drum strikes the poor, the rich, the ugly, and the ugly are all empty.
Then Xu Fang received a WeChat message from You Li.
I had nothing to do to inquire, the library was only closed at the beginning of spring last year. ’
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Jianlian Library.
Fortis store opposite.
The old man has a parasol on his head, leans on a rattan chair, a fan in one hand and a cigarette pouch in the other, and the old radio on the small wooden table is playing commentary.
The old man doesn't know, the storytelling is still the one who has a taste and listen, but it's a pity that the storyteller passed away recently.
There was a footstep that stopped in front of the uncle, covering the sun on the uncle's knees, and the uncle opened his eyes and saw a handsome young man.
He had the impression that this young man was the one who had come to ask him what building the library was two days ago.
It's not that he has a good memory, but that there are few people here, and even fewer people come to such a handsome offspring.
"Uncle, how many years have you lived here?"
The uncle took a puff of the jade cigarette holder, but this time he didn't ignore Xu Fang, "It's been half a lifetime." ”
"Then are you familiar with this piece?" Xu Fang glanced at the shop behind the uncle, which was a small shop selling small food and daily necessities.
"Familiar, I can walk well in the dark and close my eyes. ”
"Uncle, do you mind if I sit like this?"
The uncle saw that Xu Fang had already taken the small bench that had been put aside and sat down, and said with a smile: "Okay or not, aren't you kid ready to listen to me?"
Xu Fang smiled.
"Want to inquire?"
"Yes, I want to ask about this library, do you know who the administrators of this library are?" Xu Fang thought for a moment and added, "Over thirty years old." ”
The library's collection room is obviously closed to the public, and those who can know and come in to hide things should know the library very well.
It is even highly likely that it will be a staff member of the library.
Ninety-nine percent of those who can hold the keys to a private place such as a collection room are library administrators.
As for age, 16 years have passed since the incident, and even if the person who shot the video was 14 years old, he is now 30 years old.
Of course, after all, it is not 100% of the thing, and other possibilities cannot be ruled out.
"Old Xue. The uncle sighed, and looked at Xu Fang with cloudy eyes, "Our place is small, and this Jianlian is just an administrator of Lao Xue, he has worked here for half his life, and he is unemployed when he is old." ”
Uncle also said, "A few years ago, the library could still have a lot of people, but I don't know why there have been fewer people since three years ago, and then I can't see a few people a week, and then the city is building, and these places have to be developed, so the library is simply closed." ”
The uncle was a little sullen, "In the past, Lao Xue could come to me to talk and smoke a cigarette when he got off work, and he rarely came over since the library was no longer open." ”
The uncle raised an index finger and shook it in front of Xu Fang's eyes, "One year, he hasn't come back for a year." ”
Xu Fang inquired from the uncle that the administrator of the library was called Xue Chunnian, but unfortunately, the old man didn't know where Xue Chunnian's family lived.
Before leaving, I bought a gel pen, a notebook, and a bottle of mineral water in my uncle's store.
I had a casual bite to eat at the noodle shop opposite the hotel, and when I returned to the hotel, I locked the door behind the door and locked myself in the house.
He spread out his notebook and wrote two words in the middle of the paper.
Male Dan.
After thinking about it, I added a parenthesis at the end and filled in the real word in the middle.
Two arrows pointing to one person are drawn behind the male dan (true) to connect the male dan (false).
What is the relationship between the two? Xu Fang stared, put pen to paper on the horizontal line of the arrow pointing to the male dan (true), and wrote down the word stand-in.
Of course, everything now is just his assumption based on all the evidence, because no one knows whether the real Xu Chengbin of the man who hanged himself on the stage or the one who died in the water tank strangely was Xu Chengbin.
Truth be told, he believes in the latter more.
Because he had lived with the man who was his father for thirteen years after all, if someone asked him before Xu Chengbin died, would his father commit suicide?
His answer was 100 percent no.
Knock knock.
Xu put the tip of the pen that he clenched, quickly put the notebook away and stuffed it under the pillow, turned around and walked to the door, and looked out along the cat's eye, it was Xiao Zhuang's thin and dull face.
"Mr. Xu. As soon as the door opened, Xiao Zhuang smiled and raised the fruit plate in his hand: "This is the figs sent by our boss's relatives, they have been washed and cleaned, and the boss asked me to send them to you to taste." ”
Xiao Zhuang looked at the man in front of him who was much taller than himself, "The boss said that this fig can't be sent, it will rot if you send it, this is sent by her relatives in person, but it is fresh." ”
"Thank you. Xu Fang took it, and by the way, he took out a hundred coins from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Zhuang, "Help take the bag of soft China." ”
"Okay!" Xiao Zhuang smiled and trotted down the stairs.
Xu put his hands around his arms and leaned against the door for a while, the part of the watch on his wrist that was close to his skin was already hot, and he looked at the direction Xiao Zhuang left, thoughtfully.
Xiao Zhuang's 206, which went to deliver water that night, was on the right side of his room.
When he heard footsteps stop at the door, although he didn't know the exact time, it was about ten o'clock.
It coincides with the time when Xiaozhuang came up to deliver water, the soundproofing of the guest room here is very poor, Xiaozhuang came to deliver water, but Xu Fang clearly remembered that he didn't hear any conversation outside the door.