Da Jiang and Old Man Zeng were chatting, but the restaurant was empty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Old Man Zeng's big pu fan finally stopped. He turned off the fire in the cauldron, carried half a bottle of beer, walked out, and sat down across the river.

"Originally, I didn't believe it, but I lost the wine stored in the cabbage cellar, the wine stored under the bed, and the wine in the kitchen cabinet, but I only lost one bottle each time, and you really can't find it if you don't pay attention. In '87, I reopened the restaurant, and the wine in the restaurant was still lost. Later, I saw that the workers of the brewery had to put bottles of wine at the door during the holidays, and it was not a valuable wine, so I tried it. Then I really can't believe it, as long as the wine at the door is gone, it will really not be lost in a year, do you say evil or not?"

Old man Zeng's statement was indeed beyond Dajiang's expectations, this wine was received by the god of wine, and Dajiang did not believe it when he was killed, and the god of wine could still enter people's houses and rummage through boxes and cabinets to find wine? These wines were obviously stolen by people, but this thief did not take valuable things, so what was the reason for looking for wine? It sounded like this wine thief was a righteous thief, not greedy or unscrupulous, and trustworthy.

Seeing that Da Jiang lowered his head and pondered, and did not speak, Old Man Zeng nagged himself. "Things in this world, depending on what you think, Dionysus, many people hope that it will bless the winery with more good wine, many people hope that it will take away the wine bottle, but also take away the bad luck, I put a bottle at the door just hope that anyone can take a sip when they are hungry. It's a blessing to have a thought, isn't it?"

Dajiang, who was full of wine and food, came out of the small restaurant, the sun was already setting in the west, although he didn't figure out what the old corpse in the beer can had to do with the god of wine, but for some reason, the heart that had been hanging in the air in the past few days began to feel a little solid.

Dajiang went to the neighborhood committee of the nearby community, where he brought people here yesterday, just to verify the loss of alcohol with those aunts, after all, they are fine, and the parents are short, and there will be more information.

As he expected, when it came to the loss of wine in the past ten years, those aunts danced with their eyebrows, and you said a word to me, so that Dajiang couldn't interject at all. However, after sitting for a while, Dajiang still sorted out some clues.

The fact that someone stole alcohol is not a fabrication, and there are many people in the neighborhood who have stolen it. The earliest time of the crime is basically consistent with what Mr. Zeng said, about the early seventies. As for the sacrifice to the god of wine, the aunts provided new information. The first to start arranging wine was Li Yongshui's family in Miantao Hutong. Li Yongshui was a welder at the No. 3 Automobile Factory nearby, and retired in the late 80s. I'm old, and my brain is not very clear, but I insist that I have seen the god of wine with my own eyes. Bacchus can pass through the wall, change shape, go out day and night, and he has drunk two cups with Bacchus. Naturally, no one believed this crazy talk, but Li Yongshui began to put bottles of wine in front of his house during the New Year's holidays, rain or shine.

Later, in the second half of the night, at the door of Li Yongshui's house, he saw a black shadow, took the wine and disappeared like a gust of wind. After coming and going, everyone also learned from Li Yongshui and began the custom of sacrificing to the god of wine. Da Jiang secretly wrote it down, pondering to take some time and go over to learn more about it.

When it was dark, Da Jiang turned back to the sub-bureau office, a day's visit made his mouth dry, the tea had just been brewed, and before he could drink it, Lao Xue took Xiao Zhao and a few other police officers to push the door in.

Lao Xue's face was solemn, his brows were tightly locked, and although Xiao Zhao looked a little tired, he couldn't hide his excited look. Da Jiang noticed that Lao Xue was holding a large stack of transparent evidence bags in his hand, and his spirit was suddenly shocked.

"Old Xue, the brewing tank has been sawed, how is it, what have you found?"

Lao Xue nodded, and busily spread the evidence bag on the table. "Lao Jiang, come and see, the contents of the wine jar, keep it you can't think of. ”

Oe leaned over curiously, and in the first plastic bag, it was a round object covered with rust, there was too much rust, almost covering the surface of the object, and there seemed to be some patterns under the rust, but I couldn't see it clearly, and Oe didn't see what it was.

Oe turned it over, and it was also rusty, but in the middle of the circle behind it was a needle-like structure, and the pin seemed to have been polished, new and intact, with a quiet metallic sheen, which was incompatible with the round object covered with stains. Is it a medallion?

Oe picked up the second plastic bag, and the contents proved his guess. It is also round, but slightly smaller in diameter than the previous one, although there are rust on the surface, but it is still vaguely recognizable, in front of the red three flags, there is a familiar great man, standing with his hands behind his back, majestic and upright.

"Chairman Mao's portrait medal?" How could it appear in the brewing tank, remembering that Lao Luo told himself that the pinholes on the corpse's chest and left upper arm, Dajiang thought of a possibility, could it be that the deceased pinned the medallion to the flesh before his death?

In the most chaotic years after the liberation of China, Dajiang still experienced it himself. But I was only seven or eight years old at the time, and to this day, my memory has long been blurred, but what I can't forget is that hunger. In the era when all daily necessities had to be supplied by ticket, it was a nightmare for a growing child. But there is also one thing that has left an indelible mark on Oe's heart, and that is to express his infinite loyalty to the leader, and to pin the chairman's medal into the flesh.

This behavior that seems crazy today, but it was normal at the time, and Dajiang had seen the most, pinning more than 20 on his chest, large and small, clanging, like a heart shield, bloody and funny. But there was a chairman's medal in this brewing vat, and there was a hole in the corpse, could it be that the deceased was a person who had experienced those dark ten years?

But now that it has been nearly 20 years since the reform and opening up, even the most persistent and fanatical people back then may have calmed down now, and no longer regard the other medals in the flesh as a sign of their loyalty, who will be immersed in that period of history and find it difficult to extricate themselves?

Dae couldn't figure it out for a while, so he picked up the plastic bag on the table and continued to look at it. The next one is a large plastic bag containing a green military kettle, which used to be the most common, and everyone usually has one, but no one has used it all these years. But this military kettle has obviously been used for a long time, and it is very worn, and most of the green paint on the skin has worn away, revealing the aluminum liner.

The leather rope that hung the kettle was broken once in the middle and was tied back in a new knot. Dajiang picked up the kettle and looked at it carefully, above the body of the kettle, close to the position of the spout, the wear was slightly smaller, and there were a few small dark red characters, as if they were printed back then, but it was a long time ago, and the red paint was almost peeling off, and it was completely unrecognizable. Dajiang took the flashlight and took it carefully, there should be eight or nine people, and there seems to be a word "car" and a word "factory" in the middle.

Dae put down the kettle and picked up another plastic bag, which contained a metal object more than six inches long. The back end is cylindrical, and the front part is slowly flattened, but the head is polished smoothly, and although it has been soaked in wine and has some rust, it should be a tool that has been used a lot from the horizontal scratches on it. And the upper edge of the metal object was carved with grooves of different sizes, like the teeth of a key, and like an irregular little saw. Oe couldn't figure out the function of this thing for a while, but after a closer look, he could tell that it was originally a large long iron nail, which had been knocked out in the front section and processed into its current state.

"Old Xue, they were all found in the brewing tank? Is it possible that it was left inside when the tank was being repaired?"

"It can't be left before, these German brewing tanks imported from the Wuhuan Factory were cast and molded at one time, this was confirmed with the German expert, and besides, which maintenance worker would take these things to repair the cans? It must be the contents of the corpse, or the murderer fell into it. Lao Xue reclined on the chair opposite and replied.

"That's really weird, these things feel like they've been around for years, who would bring these old antiques with them?" Da Jiang looked at these unearthed artifact-like evidence, stunned.

"Master, that iron nail in your hand, I know what it does. Xiao Zhao, who had not spoken on the side, said coldly.

Da Jiang raised his head, glanced at Xiao Zhao, and was about to ask, but suddenly found that there was a stranger standing next to Xiao Zhao, although he was wearing a police uniform, but Da Jiang had never seen him in the substation. Thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall figure, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, but his expression is unusually mature and steady.

"Who is this?" asked Oe suspiciously.

"Captain Jiang, hello, I am Team Cao's assistant, my surname is Lei, you can call me Xiao Lei, Team Cao can't get away in Chongqing, let me cooperate with your investigation first, and report to you today." Xiao Lei saluted Da Jiang as he spoke.

Da Jiang nodded, and said in his heart that this Cao Chengyong is really resolute, he just finished calling yesterday, and he will arrive today.

"Master, I still know Officer Lei, do you say it's a coincidence? and I should be called Teacher Lei. Xiao Zhao on the side interjected again.

Without waiting for Xiao Zhao to continue, Xiao Lei had already opened his mouth, "Team Jiang, I used to be a teacher at the police academy, and I happened to take Xiao Zhao and their class. ”

"Why don't you stay at the police academy and run out to work at the grassroots level?" Xiao Lei's answer surprised Da Jiang a little. Looking at Xiao Lei's age, he should stay in school after graduation, and those who can stay are either outstanding contributions during the internship, or graduate graduates, in short, the teacher of the police academy is not only an honor, but also from the perspective of the future, it is not comparable to the average grassroots police, how could this Xiao Lei let go of being a teacher and not take a shortcut, but came instead?

(Delusion is not born as Zen, but sitting and seeing nature is fixed.) Those who are by nature are lifeless. Those who are fixed have no mind about the situation, and the eight winds cannot move; those who have the eight winds: profit, decline, destruction, reputation, praise, ridicule, suffering, and happiness are the names of the eight winds; if they are so determined, even if they are ordinary people, they will enter the Buddhahood. Bodhisattva vows are cloudy: When sentient beings receive the Buddha vows, they enter the Buddhahood, and those who attain this are called liberation, also known as reaching the other side, transcending the six realms, transcending the three realms, vigorously bodhisattva, immeasurable power, and are great husbands. --"The Essentials of Epiphany")