"What's going on?" Bai Xuanzhi asked worriedly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"There was a murder case in Pinghe Village, and my superiors asked me to cooperate with another criminal police officer to investigate, and now I am going to rush over, and the two of you should also prepare for it. ”

"Pinghe Village, isn't that quite close from here? It's an hour's drive away, and I'm going to borrow a three-wheeled motorcycle to take you to the station." Grandpa Hu hurriedly ran out as he spoke.

Simply pack up and salute and go. Before leaving, Miao Po came quickly after hearing the news, she looked reluctant, and told me to come back to see her as soon as I was free, and I smiled and agreed. There is no such thing as a feast, and after a few pleasantries, we got on our three-wheeled motorcycle, and in the blink of an eye, the car started. I looked at Miao Po's distant figure, and somehow, there was an inexplicable sadness in my heart. Zhang Lin seemed to see through my farewell, and he made a promise, saying that he would take us back to visit Miao Po and Grandpa Hu every year during the holidays in the future, and when I heard this, I nodded happily. Grandpa Hu, who was driving, was happier than me, and his smiling face couldn't hide his joy. Along the way, Grandpa Hu said a lot of words, most of which were words of concern, and we talked about it, even joy. Soon, very soon, the mountains and fields were getting farther and farther away from us, and gradually before our eyes were the vast Berlin Boulevard and some passing cars. I looked back at my hometown, which was gradually fading away, and a sense of parting came to my heart, and suddenly some tears overflowed in my eyes. I can't tell if I'm sad or happy, I'm alive and both. I recall some past events in my mind, whether happy or not, they all belong to me and that hometown.

Sitting in the car, the cold wind blew and ruffled my hair and took away some of my thoughts. Before you know it, the car is parked next to the long-distance station. Grandpa Hu got out of the car, looked around, and then said to us: "You can take the 818 bus to the village entrance of Pinghe Village and get off." An hour's journey, said far is not far, said near is not close. It's almost time to get some sleep after getting in the car. He looked left and right, and when he saw a stall selling fruit, he quickly ran over and bought some fruit for us to satisfy on the way. Until he saw the car drive out of the station, Grandpa Hu kept standing where he was and waving to us. In his heart, he must be very reluctant to let us go.

I leaned against the window and didn't pose until I couldn't see Grandpa Hu. Looking at my lost look, Zhang Lin shook his head helplessly. He opened the bag of fruit, handed me an apple, and asked me if I wanted it. I shook my head and gestured that I didn't want to eat it, and he put the apple back in the bag. I gazed out the window at the scenery outside the car, only to see a flash of lush trees and a few villages flashing by, these swirling, blurred landscapes have always been fleeting. Time is fast, the car is fast. What does the loneliness in my heart represent? I watched the scenery along the way for an hour. Zhang Lin took a nap on the way and took a nap. And Bai Xuanzhi, who was sitting next to me, began to sit comfortably with his eyes closed and silent not long after getting into the car. I looked at him and secretly wondered if he was afraid of taking a long-distance bus, and the last time I saw him, he looked calm as water, but I couldn't help but know what kind of turbulent waves he was inside. Perhaps he didn't know that his slightly trembling brow had betrayed his calm appearance. That's it, let's leave some affection for him, he is just more stubborn.

From a distance, I saw the three big characters "Pinghe Village" on the stone plaque, which were eye-catching in front of my eyes. I stretched out my hand to push Bai Xuanzhi: "It's here, it's here, we're in Pinghe Village!" Hearing my excited voice, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time. Zhang Lin yawned, stretched, and rubbed his worried eyes, and then stood up.

At this time, the conductor also opened his throat and shouted: "Pinghe Village has arrived! Passengers who need to get off the train are pleased!" As soon as the words fell, the car stopped. It was only the three of us who got off the bus.

The three of us stood in front of the rock plaque, looking at each other. This place is a remote village, and even the main road is very few vehicles, and occasionally one or two cars pass by, and it is just a long-distance bus walking along its route. There was silence everywhere, sparsely populated, and there was no figure as far as the eye could see. There are just endless farmlands and a few scattered farmhouses.

Zhang Lin took out his mobile phone and dialed a group of numbers, and soon a male voice came from the other side of the phone, Zhang Lin opened his throat and shouted: "Hello! Officer Lin? I am Lao Zhang, and I am here to assist you in handling this case." He held his mobile phone, and after a while, he nodded again and again, and kept saying: "Yes, yes, yes, it was the General Administration that sent me." He looked at us and said, "I'm at the gate of the village right now, and there's a big rock plaque here." You're coming to pick me up, aren't you? Thank you, I'll be waiting for you here. Okay, goodbye!" Although I couldn't hear what the other party was saying, I could guess eighty percent from Zhang Lin's conversation. Closing the phone cover, he walked up to us and said with a smile: "Let's wait for Officer Lin here, he said to drive to pick us up." This place is still a long way to go. After speaking, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, this was his occupational disease, and he was always unconsciously vigilant whenever he went to a strange place.

It was already afternoon when Officer Lin arrived. He got out of the police car, ran to Zhang Lin, and held Zhang Lin's hands. He introduced himself and asked Zhang Lin to call him by name directly, it turned out that this criminal policeman named Lin Yao received a notice last night that someone in Pinghe Village called the police and died. He led a small team of men and horses and several comrades from the police station to investigate the scene of the incident in Pinghe Village.

But when they arrived at the scene of the crime, they didn't find any figures, except for a big push of messy clothes. They rummaged up and down, inside and out, but they didn't see the so-called corpse. At first, they agreed that someone was bored and made a joke, and after a busy first half of the night, they packed up and went back. But the strange thing is that the officers on duty in the bureau kept receiving phone calls, with the same voice and the same tone, asking the police to rush to the scene of the murder in Pinghe Village. The technician in the bureau deliberately rummaged through the caller ID, and it was strange that the phone number could not be displayed on the caller ID. There was no way, Lin Yao could only report truthfully to his superiors. Perhaps Zhang Lin had dealt with these strange incidents, and the General Administration made a decision to let Zhang Lin assist in the investigation of the case. After listening to Lin Yao's brief explanation, Zhang Lin fell into deep thought. After a long time, Zhang Lin opened his mouth and asked, "Is there nothing to find at the scene?"