Apparently Wu Wenhan had carved the last two rooms and there was no place for the walls, and he began to carve words on the floor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But at that time, I don't know if it was physical or psychological, the handwriting became more and more messy, and it became more and more shallow, and finally it ended without a beginning and an end. But Wu Wenhan finally studied Chinese wine culture, Chinese winemaking methods, utensils, and his evaluation of these wines, as well as some anecdotes about winemaking that he heard from somewhere. It seems that Du Zihui's story about the god of wine is not fabricated out of thin air, at least the words left by Wu Wenhan at the end are worthy of the title of the god of wine.

In the last small room, Ray noticed that a tombstone made of wooden planks stood on the ground in the middle of the room. Although it is simple, it looks solemn and solemn, and some pebbles are specially used around the tombstone to protect it. Xiao Lei gently brushed off the dust on the wooden board, and six big characters were engraved on it, "Benefactor Yang Gong Eternal".

Coming out of the last small room, Xiao Lei found that the alley extended to a huge stone wall in front of him, and it came to an abrupt end. There was a vague shape of a one-and-a-half-meter-high stone arch on the stone wall, but the stone arch was completely filled with large stones, leaving no gaps at all.

Xiao Zhao was holding an engineering drawing, which was facing the position of the stone arch. Xiao Lei stepped forward and asked him, "Xiao Zhao, where does this blocked alleyway lead?"

Xiao Zhao smiled at Xiao Lei and handed the drawing to Xiao Lei, "This drawing was found in that pile of books, and it should be the construction drawing of Dayang when they were digging the well." I estimate that when the well was drilled, it was the era of warlord scuffle, and Da Yang and Er Yang built this underground cave for the safety of their people and property, and there was a temporary hiding place in case of emergency. Judging from the drawings, this blocked passage will extend about 200 meters further, so the location of the exit at that end should be the brewing workshop in the west factory. ”

"I remember Uncle He said that there was no workshop in the west, it was a small villa where Da Yang Eryang lived, and it was demolished and repaired at the end of the fifties. I estimate that this secret passage is connected to Dayang's villa, and only they know the exact location of the exit, and the workers did not find it when the villa was demolished. I don't know how it was blocked. ”

Xiao Lei listened to Xiao Zhao's introduction while looking at the white bones of a large number of animals scattered under the stone wall. All kinds, the big ones have cats and dogs, the small ones have birds and mice, a layer of a few centimeters thick, and the bones under the bottom still have some traces of fire and smoke, and the ones above are completely gone.

Xiao Lei shook his head and began to walk back, many things really can't be thought about, as soon as he pondered how Wu Wenhan had lived in this dark and claustrophobic underground world for thirty years, Xiao Lei's stomach began to twitch spasmally.

At this time, a large number of staff came down from the well, with all kinds of instruments and equipment to start debugging, and the staff wearing blue uniforms used large sheets of rice paper to rub the words on the stone wall, these people Xiao Lei did not know, should be all transferred from the Chinese Academy of Sciences by Professor Han. The flow of people shuttled, and the originally large underground cave suddenly became cramped.

In the crowd of people, Xiao Lei saw Lao Luo squatting in the corner by the stone wall, wearing deep glasses and white gloves, looking for something in the dust on the ground.

Xiao Lei squatted down beside Lao Luo, but Lao Luo didn't look up, but said lightly: "Xiao Lei, have you figured out the identity of the deceased?"

"Uncle Luo, it's generally clear that the deceased is the chief engineer of the original No. 3 Automobile Factory, surnamed Wu. In six or six years, he was beaten into a latent spy and unjustly thrown into the well, but he didn't expect to miraculously survive, and he lived underground for 30 years. He was the wine thief who had been in trouble for twenty years. Xiao Lei carefully looked at the hair, stones and charcoal that Lao Luo had cleaned out of the dust, and asked again: "Uncle Luo, what new discoveries have you made here?"

Lao Luo raised his head and smiled bitterly at Xiao Lei: "My discovery will only lead the case astray, for example, the underground soil is polluted, potassium, sulfur, arsenic, mercury, more than 30 kinds of elements exceed the standard, let alone live below for 30 years, it is estimated that you will get sepsis in three years." If you look at these hairs, they are not human body hair at all, they are more similar to rodents. Therefore, he may still be a human when he falls into the well, but he is definitely not the same when he comes out of the well. ”

"Uncle Luo, what could he be if he wasn't human?" Xiao Lei glanced at Lao Luo, Lao Luo's expression was solemn, not like he was joking.

When Lao Luo spoke, the work on his hands did not stop, he picked up some hair with tweezers and put it in a plastic bag, "Xiao Lei, you can only ask Han Qiming this question, I just need to study how he died, and the possible motives for his actions before his death, but one thing I can be sure of is that the cause and effect of this case itself is no longer important, and there will be no result, and soon we will be handed over to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the bureau may not even keep files, fortunately, Dajiang is not an official fan, otherwise he will be really disappointed." ”

"Uncle Luo, do you think this person really has the ability to change the way bones are connected and enter a small space that ordinary people can't enter?" Even though Xiao Lei saw the facts in front of him, he still had some paranoid instincts in his heart.

"Xiao Lei, there will always be questions in this world that humans can't answer, and our understanding of the earth is only a very superficial layer. Whether people have the ability to exceed ordinary people's cognition is sometimes not important, but whether human beings are willing to face it. I've been a forensic doctor for 40 years, and I'm about to retire, so it's probably a good thing to come across such a corpse, and I'm not afraid of being idle at home and panicking. Xiao Lei, you are still young and have a great future, there is no need to dwell on this matter, if you are curious, just come to me and ask, let's have a drink with the two of you, maybe I will say something that should not be said. Lao Luo smiled at Xiao Lei and continued to be busy with his work.

Turning back to the entrance of the stone room, Xiao Lei saw that Da Jiang was still chatting with Secretary Zhang, and Secretary Zhang's expression had changed from initial shock to a little melancholy. Seeing that Xiao Lei was back, Secretary Zhang patted Da Jiang on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to be busy with the things on the scene, leave it to Professor Han and them, the things here are more meaningful to them." It's okay for our bureau to have some police force to help maintain order at the scene, and it is estimated that their people from the Chinese Academy of Sciences will stay down there for a while. Let's all go back and rest, but you all know the level of secrecy of this case, and if you tell the people below again, you can't reveal a word. ”

Da Jiang and Xiao Lei agreed, and then took the squeaky winch elevator back to the ground. Xiao Lei saw that Da Jiang's mood was not high, and asked: "Team Jiang, is there nothing to investigate further?"

Da Jiang was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "The trouble of closing the case later is what Secretary Zhang and them are worried about, we can have a holiday, these days, I have worked hard for you, without you, we don't know how many detours we have to take." When Cao Chengyong comes back, I will sit in the east, and I must treat you to a good meal, and you will decide the place. Da Jiang slapped Xiao Lei on the shoulder, and the two began to slowly walk out of the factory again.

"Team Jiang, then when do you plan to start doing what you promised Li Yongshui and them?" Xiao Lei still couldn't help but ask Da Jiang.

"I want to change the title of the book to "Jingxi Bacchus", Xiao Lei, what do you think?"

Xiao Lei saw that Da Jiang's expression was solemn, and he didn't mean to joke at all, so he also laughed, "I think it's good, Team Jiang, you have to really write, I can help run errands and collect information, anyway, I'm your assistant." ”

The night in western Beijing is deep, and the lights are dimmer than in the city, but now it is even deeper, with a gentle breeze, willow branches, and bursts of clove fragrance, which makes people extremely comfortable. After several weeks of intense work, Dajiang's nerves were always in a tense state, and now walking on the quiet factory paths, a sense of fatigue arises spontaneously. But at this moment, the brain seems to be separated from the body, and Oe's mind is still full of all kinds of questions.

"Xiao Lei, this case is over here, but in fact, there are still many things in it that I can't figure out, for example, how could Wu Wenhan survive when he threw himself into the well? When a well more than 100 meters deep fell, he was injured and there was no treatment medicine on his head, how could he survive? For example, when Wu Wenhan was hit by an earthquake and the roadway collapsed, what did he rely on to survive underground? Also, climbing from the bottom of the well to the edge of the well, a rock climbing master may not be able to do it, how did Wu Wenhan, a weak scholar, do it? What I can't understand the most is the amount of alcohol he drinks, no matter how much he practiced, it was impossible to practice from one or two pounds to one or two catties. Da Jiang chatted with Xiao Lei as he walked.

"Team Jiang, maybe what the ancients said about feathering into immortals and crossing disasters to become gods is true, right? Just now in the well, I met Lao Luo, and he said that it was Wu Wenhan who might have fallen into the well, and it was no longer him who climbed out of the well. I thought about it, and it did make a lot of sense. In the past two years, I have handled too many cases with no end and no end with Cao, but I have realized something, some cases, no result is better than having a result, and some cases, forgetting the details is closer to the truth than scrutinizing the details. Human cognition will always seem insignificant compared to the world, and perhaps Dionysus is the best commentary on this story. It sounded like Xiao Lei didn't seem to say anything, but it seemed to explain everything again, and Da Jiang had to sigh that the greatness of Chinese writing is that it is very complex and simple, and it is simple and complex.

(Although the career is great, the flavor of Chang Si Lin is light, and the idea of power is light; although the world is splendid, the scene under Chang Si Spring is the heart of profit and desire.) Hong has not come to the first aid of the bow, the rabbit has died and then called the arrow, it is always not an opportune role; when the wind rests and the waves rise, the shore will leave the boat everywhere, it is the handicraft. --"Caigen Tan")