9. Floating heads
Xin Pet was up and down in that tsunami, and left the bar under the pretext of going to the bathroom, and then the ghost messenger followed.
Luluxuan's street is full of neon, a prosperous extravagance, Ye Shichao didn't drive, he could only call a taxi along the road, after being robbed of a taxi by two drunks in a row, he seemed to finally can't bear it, reached out and dragged out the third drunk who drilled into the taxi he stopped, and threw it next to the green belt on the side of the road.
The drunk shouted and raised his arm to beat him, Ye Shichao was affectionate and indifferent, closed the car door, and let the driver drive.
Xin Pet was also busy driving, and kept following Ye Shichao's taxi, which shuttled around the city until it stopped in the old city. The road here is narrow, and the car can't drive in, so Ye Shichao got off the car and walked inside.
Xin Pet also got out of the car and followed not far behind.
This piece was re-planned this year, to be demolished to build a new real estate, no longer inhabited, the wall is written with a big "demolition" word, some walls began to fall off, half-collapsed and no one cared, the road is full of garbage, stray cats and dogs discarded by the owner are running around.
The sky began to darken, the sunset was like splashing red and gold, elongating his shadow, Xin Pet walked behind him, always felt that his straight back looked very lonely, wanted to be side by side with him, but did not dare to be rash, as if there was a cat scratching in his heart, itching and hurting.
Ye Shichao stopped in front of the ordinary door on the old street, the vermilion gate was locked, and the steps in front of the door were cleaner than the left and right, and it could be seen that someone often came to clean it.
He stood for a moment, took out the key, unlocked it, pushed the door and walked in.
Xin Pet cautiously walked to the door, looked inside, and was hesitating to go in, when he heard Ye Shichao's voice from inside: "Come in, sneaky, I don't know and think you're going to steal." ”
Xin was shocked, thinking that he actually knew that there was someone behind him? knowing that he could still walk all the way so calmly, and never looked back, I really didn't know whether to say that he was calm and good, or that he didn't care too much about others.
Anyway, she was discovered, she simply got up, raised her head and walked in, and saw Ye Shichao standing in the courtyard, his black shirt looked deep in the dusk, and even his handsome facial features were a little blurred. In front of a small wooden door on her left, a homemade pendant in the shape of a violin with flowers hangs on the door.
I don't know why, Xin Pet saw this door, inexplicably felt familiar, and when he was thinking about where he had seen it, he saw Ye Shichao had already pushed the door and walked in, Xin Pet followed, and when he walked in, he saw the furnishings in the wooden house, as if he had been struck by lightning.
She finally remembered why she thought the wooden door was familiar. As she had seen, in the newspapers.
It was fifteen years ago, before the Internet was very developed, and some tabloids were selling well because of a few photos, one of which was the half-hidden wooden door.
Next to the wooden door, the title written is very eye-catching: The scene of the ghost beauty murder incident is revealed.
Xin Pet's tutor is very strict, and her parents are both university professors, so it is impossible for her to be allowed to buy these curious tabloids to read, so she discussed with Singh to eat one less breakfast per person a day, save money, and buy newspapers to read serially.
Because it is very precious and has to hide in Tibet, it adds a little excitement, so she is very impressed by this case. The photos of the crime scene are even more engraved into my mind. And today, those pictures seem to have jumped off the newspaper and spread out in front of her eyes.
The violinist's workshop, which is not often seen, has wooden shelves filled with the wood necessary to make violins, and a window on the left is a workbench with half-varnished violins and semi-finished violins that have been half varnished. There was a semi-finished product that was about to be completed and fell to the ground, and it was estimated that the fall was very heavy, and there were wood chips all over the ground.
The sawdust was soaked in human blood and had a black-and-red hue, and the outline of a human figure was drawn on the sawdust, where the corpse of a woman was originally lying. A corpse without a head.
Xin Pet resisted the urge to scream, covered his beating heart, took a deep breath, looked up, and sure enough, there were still thin strings on the beams. The strings are transparent and barely visible unless you look closely, but according to tabloid speculation, the strings have the woman's head hanging from them.
In the tabloids, there are experts who are good at drawing, hand-drawn imaginary pictures of the crime scene, transparent and invisible strings hang the head, making the head appear to be floating in the air, and the broken neck is still "ticking" and dripping crimson blood. Thrilling and bloody.
However, in such a terrifying picture, there is also a touch of strange beauty, that is, the dead butterfly resting on the woman's head, half of the wings are like a beautiful face, and half of the wings are like skeletons.
The tabloids have done popular science, this butterfly is called "Kashenv Ghost Beauty Phoenix Butterfly", and the name of the ghost beauty murder incident, which is the second in the hunt, comes from here.
Ye Shichao stood next to the sawdust, looked at the humanoid silhouette on the ground, and glanced back at Xin Pet, his eyes were calm and calm, "Look at your reaction, have you heard of this case?"
Xin Pet swallowed his saliva, making his dry throat feel better, "Who doesn't know about the famous ghost beauty murder incident, who in S City doesn't know?" But ...... "Actually, she has a lot of problems, but what does this case have to do with you? Why do you have the key to this place? Why have you kept this place as it is?"
But she couldn't ask, she didn't dare to ask, because Ye Shichao's eyes looking at everything here, the kind of indifference that she had been soaked in hell for more than ten years and was so painful that she was accustomed to it, made her unable to open her mouth.
"The victim's name is Beisen, but she is actually a pseudonym, her real name is Shi Rou, and she is my mother. Ye Shichao turned his back, and in just one sentence, as if he had used up all his strength, he slowly squatted down next to the black and red sawdust, covering his face with his hands, "Father's car accident is the third day after this case. ”
The loss of his parents in just a few days, and such a tragic loss, in other words, she had already gone crazy, how much inhuman effort did he have to make to grow up well and become such a great scholar?
Xin Pet looked at his back, not so much sympathy, but admiration, or distress. She walked over and crouched down and put her hand on his shoulder, "The case will always be solved." You have the ability now. Don't you see that you helped my teacher clear his suspicion?"
Ye Shichao's shoulders seemed to tremble, almost subconsciously stroked her hand away, stood up, looked back at her, pale, serious and serious, "I appreciate your courage and tenacity not to hit the south wall and not look back, so I am willing to cooperate with you, I will do my best to solve the case of ten thousand ants devouring the corpse, so that your teacher has no worries at all, but your connections and abilities must also be used for me until the real murderer of my mother is caught." ”
Xin Pet instantly understood.
As soon as we met at the Insect Museum, he asked, "You are a lawyer, you should know the judicial profession very well, and you have more contacts than me, why did you ask me for help?"
Sure enough, he is a person who is so rational that he is indifferent.
But I don't know why, Xin Pet was happy that she had such a use value, she raised her chin, and said with her usual proud tone: "I will prove that you didn't choose the wrong person." ”