"This tape is a man named Anzi that night, fiddling with Feng Tiantian's tape recorder, Feng Tiantian's family took advantage of it, there were several tape recorders, one was dedicated to playing dance party music, and Anzi took the other one to record and play. On the day of the questioning www.biquge.info the pen "Fun", I scared him a few words, and he brought the tape and handed it to me. Team Cao put it down and twisted his body twice along with the music.

In the belt, in the fierce disco dance music, the sounds of fisting, chatting, and humming are intertwined, which is very chaotic, but after a while, the disco dance music is over, and Teresa Teng's love song is changed, the room is quiet, and the chattering people also lower their voices, and they can vaguely hear the clatter of leather shoes across the floor, which is estimated to be the beginning of the black light link. As I was listening, I suddenly noticed that Cao Team had risen from the couch and slipped to a window far away from a brick, and I was surprised at his abnormality when a loud voice burst out of the tape recorder.

Sometimes I also think that the power of a brick's horn is very limited, but when this sound comes out, it will shock people's ears and have a temporary deafness, which is definitely beyond the limit of the horn, and this sound is like filing glass with a file, and it is sharp to tear the eardrum. At this moment, I finally understood why Team Cao ran to the side. Team Cao jumped back from the window and quickly pressed the stop button.

"Team Cao, you are really righteous, save the people from fire and water" I glanced at him with squinted eyes.

"I'll tell you first, aren't you impressed? I have analyzed this recording with the technical department, it is not a malfunction of the machine, it is not a scratch on the tape, it is a real sound. But I asked everyone present who didn't hear, isn't it too weird, Chang, what do you think, pointing?" Team Cao smiled and sat back on the sofa.

I didn't answer, just silently rewinded the tape back and listened carefully twice. Team Cao hugged this head, covered his ears, and cowered in pain in the sofa. "Did you find anything?" he asked, seeing that I had turned off the recording.

"Not yet," I said, expressionless, and gestured to press the tape recorder again.

Team Cao grabbed my hand, "Serve, serve, the tape recorder will be here for you, and you can study it slowly when I leave?"

"It's okay to help you hear it, but I haven't been to this black light ball, and the situation inside is not clear, and it is useless to analyze it, and it is out of reality. I said to Team Cao with a smile.

"Hey, say it earlier, who is with whom of our brothers" Team Cao picked up the phone on my coffee table and dialed it up.

"Liuzi, it's me, when will the black lantern in your alley be? I'll take a friend to take a look, what? Don't do it? Don't come to this set, our criminal police team doesn't have the past to blame this statement, next month? That can only be regarded as your guilty meritorious service, Saturday? Okay, but I and my friend's wine you out, Cheng, that's it. Team Cao hung up the phone and turned to my side, but with a very solemn expression, "I have arranged it for you, I will pick you up on Saturday, I always feel very strange about this case, especially the tape, I am panicked, you must help pay attention, and let's go to the black light ball, this is our amateur investigation, don't tell Team Jiang." ”

After Team Cao left, I continued to listen to the weird recording, in fact, when I listened to it for the first time, I had already vaguely found the problem, before the huge sound of scribing the glass came out, after Teresa Teng's sweet tone, there was a faint whistling sound of the wind, sometimes high and sometimes low, very rhythmic, this wind is not the kind of sound that goes straight to the ground, but like a huge vortex that keeps rotating and makes a low sound, after the sound of the glass slicing, the low wind sound did not stop, but was just covered up.

Early the next morning, just after the sun was out, the phone at home suddenly rang. I picked it up, it was the voice of the Cao team, "Old, Saturday's black light dance party was canceled, last night there were the same cases as Yingbi Hutong in Dongcheng Framed Back Hutong and Chongwen Zaoshu Hutong, and two more people died, the bureau is ready to fully investigate the black light dance case, I may be in the bureau these days, notify the team to tell me if there is a situation in the recording." "Team Cao, can you help me find the music tape they played in Yingbi Hutong that day, and besides, the one called Rice Field, I want to meet it." "Okay, these two days are enough, I'm busy, I'll bring it to you, what are you doing seeing him in the rice field? Okay, I'll arrange it for you next week." Team Cao hung up the phone in a hurry, and I sat back on the sofa.

In fact, the wind in the recording is not unfamiliar to me, and I am even a little afraid. In the early 70s, when I entered the crack in the construction tunnel of the Beijing Line 1 subway and approached the underground river, I heard a similar sound, and the sound of metal breaking through the air became a nightmare for my life. But I don't know why the voice is on the tape, and I can't make any guesses. I hesitated, but picked up the phone and called one of my friends, Lao Sun. Lao Sun is a standard Beijing Hutong stringer, a righteous person, knowledgeable Dali, and very prestigious in Nancheng. I asked him on the phone to help me find a few places with black light balls, and I wanted to see them. Lao Sun laughed after hearing this, and said that you kid is so old, why is your mind still active? Okay, I'll find it for you.

After hanging up the phone, I went to the study, from the pile of books, turned out the wooden box that had not been used for ten years, opened it, took out the old map from it, unfolded, the shadow wall alley, the mounting alley, and the jujube tree alley marked one by one, and there was a bronze bell in the box, which was old, and the surface had become a little gray, although it had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, but when it was taken out of the box, it still made a crisp impact sound. Soon the phone rang, I picked up the phone, and Lao Sun's voice came, "Lao Chang, Ming'er Tuanjie Lake at night, Hou'er Lingjing Hutong at night, three days later, there are forty in the east, which one are you going to?" I glanced at the map on the table and told Lao Sun, "Let's go to Lingjing Hutong" "Okay, just mention my name when you go." ”

The efficiency of the Cao team is still very high, and the next afternoon, he arranged for my colleague Xiao Wu to take me to meet the rice field, and Xiao Wu also brought me a cassette tape from the dance that night when he came. Padada's house is in a large yard at the head of Yingbi Hutong. A very small north room, looking in from the window, there are piles of books from top to bottom in the small space, Paddy Fields wore a pair of glasses, sloppy clothes, in winter, carried wine bottles out and opened the door, Xiao Wu explained to him the intention, Paddy reluctantly let us into the house.

His house was full of tobacco and alcohol, and the smell of soot was unbearable, and the rice fields looked like they hadn't slept all night, and their eyes were red and listless. But when I asked him what was unusual in the yard on the night of the black light ball, and if he had heard any strange noises, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "You all know?"

I have to admire the poet's sensitive nerves and developed sixth sense, and I have to be always on guard against his belief in Ma Youyi and exaggeration, anyway, Xiao Wu listened to two sentences, lost interest anymore, and went out to wait in the courtyard. According to the rice field, Teresa Teng's singing sounded that night, and after the lights were all dark, he was not in the courtyard, but on the bank of the Miluo River. I asked him what kind of tune this Chu Ge was? He babbled a few words, and I knew he was referring to Zhong Qi's ancient music. The rice field was very impatient with me interrupting his poetry, poured half a bottle of beer into his mouth, and began to sing again, I rode the wind for thousands of miles, several degrees of Qiongtai, but the river turned a hundred times, yesterday Yunshan. I asked him again, this big river is a hundred turns, yesterday Yunshan, can it mean that you were in the courtyard that day, you have traveled thousands of miles, but when you came back, you found that the time was only a short moment? That day, when he and Liangzi went out of the house to smoke, they looked at their watch, it was half past nine, they chatted a few words, and they were swept to the ground by the demon wind, he was dizzy, and the person seemed to be standing by the river, and there was a black figure in the river, and he made a song "Nine Songs" When a girl ran out of the house, he was surprised, got up and looked at the watch, it was still half past nine, and it was normal for the watch to go, but he always felt that the time of the black light in the house was far more than five minutes, and he asked a few people present, everyone had such a feeling, but the watch would not lie, and everyone thought it was just an illusion.