I thought that what the dossier contained was the content of Da Jiang's artistic processing, and it was deliberately refined and processed by him in order to show the bizarreness of things, but where did I think that from the mouths of Lu Panzi and Lao Pang, it was like this, and this was indeed not something that two peasants with primary school education could complete. Could it be that the disappearance was a well-designed script from the beginning, and what is the point of designing it?

Before I could continue to ask, the Cao team next to me had already spoken with a smile: "Da Jiang, you know the situation here, why did you stand on my side when you first entered the door?"

"Hey, I haven't heard it once, Chang Ye's house, good cigarettes, good wine and good tea, known as the Three Uniques, in case you spread the wine for half a month, isn't that earned?" Da Jiang changed his words and said very solemnly, "Chang Ye, to be honest, Lu Panzi and Pang Shopkeeper, I can't dig up anything more, the two long-haired young men they talked about, Xiao Rao also mentioned it, it shouldn't be made up, and it's not like their hallucinations, you can check it out." ”

"Also, Master Chang, I found out that there are a lot of such things in Beijing City, about fifty-nine years, there was a case of enemy infiltration, and someone in it also disappeared for a few days. This person was an engineer from a secret unit, and he was not seen in the unit, so the relevant departments were very nervous, and later the engineer was found in Qingdao, and he said that two young men in special uniforms had taken him away. That is, everyone thought that those two people were Taiwan's hidden spies, just to steal the data in the engineer's brain, so it was characterized as an enemy special case, but the engineer went crazy after being tried twice, and the two young people he said were never found, and the case became an unsolved case. “

"In six or seven years, a middle school teacher in Haidian also disappeared, and there were many missing people at that time, and no one paid attention to it, and he came back more than a month later, but he said that he was taken to the grassland of Inner Mongolia by cadres from two troops, but he couldn't remember what he had done. The political component of this teacher was very problematic, so it was censored for a long time, and there are records that have been preserved. “

"These things are too long, and the person concerned has long passed away, so I am afraid that the situation at that time cannot be restored, but why do these missing people say that they were taken away by two young people? Is it all a coincidence? Chang Ye, I haven't figured out these things, but what Team Cao said is worth a try, to see if we can find some clues from those two young people. After Dae finished speaking in one breath, we fell silent again, and each drank a glass of white wine, and I asked again.

"Officer Dajiang, did you check Lao Pang's restaurant carefully later?"

Da Jiang nodded, "Master Chang, I initially thought that someone had drugged Lu Panzi, but when I went, it had been more than half a month since Lu Panzi disappeared, and the restaurant had been open again, so I couldn't see anything unusual." Xiao Rao, I also went to see there, a dormitory for four people, a house with four singles, it's even more messy, I can't find any useful clues. “

"Isn't there any connection between Lu Panzi and Xiao Rao?"

"That's for sure, not at all. But Lu Panzi and Xiao Rao's descriptions of the two long-haired young men are very consistent, and we are almost certain that they are the same people who took them away, and it is very likely that these two people are twins. If that's the case, it's still a lot of work, but I think it's very likely that you'll find these two people. ”

That day, in the end, the Cao team poured another bottle of Dajiang, when we broke up, Dajiang was already faltering, but the Cao team walked towards the mouth of the alley like no one, and turned back to me as he walked, "Lao Chang, we will check each other from tomorrow, anyway, Xiaolei is with you, if you need anything, you just look for him, and don't take the wine at home recently, I'm afraid that it won't be enough to drink at that time." ”

Seeing that Team Cao and Da Jiang were far away, Xiao Lei, who was standing next to me, asked in a low voice, "Uncle Chang, shall we go to meet Lu Panzi and Xiao Rao tomorrow?"

I shook my head at him, "Xiao Lei, Team Cao won't be in the courtyard tomorrow morning, so I finally have to be clean, let me sleep well, and help me find a bar at night, let's go and see it, there are rock bands that perform." ”

The days without the disturbance of the Cao team are what the small courtyard should look like, quiet and warm, peaceful and comfortable. I didn't sleep for long, and the noise of the workers in the alley made me get up early, make a cup of hot tea and sit in the courtyard, and suddenly thought that Lao Pang's morning shop was not too far from me, about four or five stops. As soon as I thought of this, my stomach was drumming, so I simply got up and grabbed a coat and went out.

When I went out, it was just past the morning rush hour, the noisy streets were slowly quieting down, the willows were like mist, and my own small alley still had a bit of the artistic conception of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

I took a taxi and arrived at the back door of the university in less than fifteen minutes. It is a two-lane path, with a row of ginkgo trees on the side of the road, and behind the narrow sidewalk, against the courtyard wall of the school, there is a long and small doorway. Each room is not big, the width of the face is four or five meters, and the depth is six or seven meters. Sellers of tobacco and alcohol, fruits, pharmacies, and tailors are all available.

At this time, most of the shops are not open, but it is easy for me to find the hot and fragrant old Pang shop. Lao Pang's shop was almost at the end of the street, and further inside, it should be the family building of the university.

I entered the shop, asked for a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, found a place to sit on the side, and looked carefully.

At this time, the diners in the shop went to school and went to work, and all that was left were two or three uncles who lived around, holding bowls of soy milk and chewing slowly with fried dough sticks, and the shop was very clean.

Next to the counter, there is a cage drawer more than half a person high, steamed buns, steamed buns, and flower rolls, and white smoke rises from drawer to drawer. The person who was busy behind the counter was not Lao Pang, but a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a face full of vicissitudes, constantly wiping the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, and her hands seemed to be counting the change in the drawer, this should be Lao Pang's daughter-in-law.

Behind the counter, there is a small door, and there is a blue cloth curtain hanging on the door, which is probably the back kitchen of the restaurant, and there is a faint sound of spatulas colliding inside. Not long after, the curtain was lifted, and a sturdy figure flashed out.

This person was wearing a white coat, and the complexion on his face was very dark, but he was not very old, and his expression was still a little immature. He put a rag on his forearm, his movements were very quick, and he had reached the outermost table in a few steps, quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and began to wipe the table.

The old diner sitting next to him laughed and asked, "Lu Panzi, how many did you hold today?"

The young man lowered his head and whispered back: "Uncle Zhang, there are twenty-eight today, and there is a lot of oil on the bottom plates, so I don't dare to stack them up." ”

After a few minutes, Lu Panzi had cleaned up a few empty tables and sat down quietly at the table at the door, I noticed that his sitting posture was a little strange, not the kind of sitting very relaxed, but leaning forward very stiffly, and his right leg was slightly raised upward, as if the weight of his whole body was concentrated on his left leg. In this sitting position, it is estimated that it will not take long for the legs to be numb.

But Lu Panzi didn't seem to care about this, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he hadn't woken up, and his hands kept tapping rhythmically on the table, as if waiting for something.

I was eating a basket of steamed buns, and suddenly two young people in their twenties flashed at the door of the restaurant, dressed fashionably, with curly permed hair, and one of them had dyed light yellow. The two of them were very familiar with Lu Panzi, so they didn't come in, but just shouted at the door of the restaurant: "The plate, it's still the same, add two tea eggs, hurry up and send them over, I'm hungry." ”

When Lu Panzi saw these two people, for some reason, his face glowed with a wonderful brilliance, the previous difficulties were swept away, and he hurriedly responded, stood up, quickly took a plate, opened the lid of the cage drawer, and began to clamp the buns. He shouted while clipping: "Brother Huang, let's put the tape from yesterday again, the one called Nirvana." ”

"Okay, add two more buns, I can't see it, the taste of the plate is getting heavier and heavier. The two young men walked next door as they spoke, and then there was the screeching sound of the shutter door being pulled nearby.

Within a few minutes, Lu Pan carried two plates of steamed buns, carried a plastic bag containing tea eggs and a cup of soy milk, trotted all the way, and hurried to the next door. The others didn't come back, and the fierce music next door was already playing.

I have to admit that the music next door didn't come from floating over, it came alive. The low drum beat is not just the rhythm, but seems to hit my heart one by one, and the guitar is like a sharp pair of scissors, flying up and down, instantly tearing apart the leisure of the Beijing morning. There was also the sound of an electric bass, like two pieces of metal grinding, and the hoarse roar of a foreigner with a hoarse voice, I almost vomited half of the porridge in my mouth.

Is this rock 'n' roll? This is what young people listen to these days? It's completely beyond my comprehension, my cognition, my receptivity. I couldn't help but stand up.

But what surprised me was that the uncles in the restaurant looked much older than me, but they were as stable as Mount Tai and safe as ever, could it be that they were all behind their ears and couldn't hear the cathartic noise? Or were they already used to it, and could even hear the interest of this kind of music?

(The Buddha said: The husband is the Taoist who is still in the water, looking for the stream and walking does not touch the two shores, does not be taken by people, is not covered by ghosts and gods, does not live by the migratory stream, and does not corrupt, I protect this wood and decide to enter the sea.) A person who learns the Tao is not confused by lust, is not bewitched by all evils, and does nothing, and I guarantee that this person will attain the Tao. --"Forty-two Chapters")