With a spring breeze on his face, Uncle Zhou came out of Widow Ye's house with satisfaction, dressed up at the door, and then hummed a little song of "walking on the country road" and went away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, I knocked on the door of Widow Ye's vermilion lacquer.

When she saw that it was me, she immediately invited me to sit in and make Longjing tea.

Brown spreads in the water, and the TV in the living room plays the TV series "The Woman in the Fence".

I didn't beat around the bush, I went straight to the point and talked about what had happened recently.

"Oh, you mean Wu Xiaomei's matter, the two dolls are so well-behaved, they disappeared inexplicably, it's me and I'm so annoyed that I can't live. After his husband Luo Chuang accidentally fell off the cliff, the woman was stimulated and committed suicide. ”

"I know this, Aunt Ye, now that the matter is urgent, human life is at stake, and I don't want to beat around the bush anymore. Did Uncle Zhou mention to you how Wu Xiaomei died? Also, there was a police officer who investigated this matter at that time and was later transferred, did Uncle Zhou mention this person to you, and where was he transferred? ”

"This ...... Not very clear. Widow Ye had a hesitant look on her face.

"Oh, that doesn't bother."

I got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, it's actually ......" Widow Ye stopped when she wanted to speak.

"Do you know anything about that policeman?" I asked.

"I just heard Lao Zhou mention that there was an intern in the provincial capital that year, it seems to be called Li ...... Sure enough, I happened to encounter this package of things that happened in the town, Lao Zhou said that this intern was rough and rough, and he was old and messy, so he sent him away, and it is said that he was later transferred back to the public security bureau in the provincial capital, if there is no accident, he should still be working in the public security bureau. ”

"Thank you, Aunt Ye, did Uncle Zhou tell you about those cases back then?"

"No, no!" Widow Ye was a little anxious, "He's rarely told me about work." ”

"Well, thank you for the information you gave me, it's important to me."

"Xiaoyu, I know that there are a lot of rumors outside, and Lao Zhou and I have been enduring them all these years and ignoring them. It is said that there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, Lao Zhou has never disliked me, I am very grateful to him, and he is the only one in this town who is good to me. ”

"I've always wanted to ask you a question, why don't you get married?"

Widow Ye smiled and said, "He promised me that when the current case is closed, we will leave the town immediately and go to live in a small city in the south." ”

I smiled at him and went out.

As for the rumors circulating outside, it roughly means that Uncle Zhou has a family in his hometown and has not officially divorced, he is here to get involved with Widow Ye, in a straight male cancer society like China, outsiders naturally think that Widow Ye is a junior who breaks up other people's families.

I saw the smiling flower blooming on Widow Ye's face just now, purely only a girl who has just bloomed in love has such agility.

People, in the face of love, are roughly the same moisturized and demented.

That afternoon, I went to Chengdu and asked Jie's husband to find the contact information of Li Guo in the police system, and he currently works in a public security bureau in Qingyang District.

I explained the purpose of looking for him, and made an appointment to have dinner at a restaurant in Kuanzhai Alley.

Just after six o'clock, a man of about forty years old walked into the store.

Tall, thin, balding, with a few strands of hair in front of his forehead that are forcefully parted in an attempt to cover the barren area in the center.

He looked around at the doorway, and I got up and raised my hand in motion.

"Teacher Li Guo!"

"You are Xiaoyu. Sit down, sit, you're welcome. ”

……

Chengdu is a humid city, and even Li Guo's hair is oily, like the depths of Chengdu's grass and trees.

In the middle of the night, it was drizzling, and I looked out over the balcony of the hotel, and the pavilions loomed.

This lazy city, which has been spoiled by man's creator and drought, is shrouded in hazy water vapor and has a detached artistic conception.

Thinking about what Li Guo told me during the meal, my heart became more and more panicked.

He said that Wu Xiaomei obviously did not die a natural death, let alone commit suicide, that she had bruises on her neck and arms, and that she had obviously been abused before she died.

At that time, he inspected the scene, but found no signs of a fight, indicating that the dump was not the first scene of the crime.

Before leaving, he asked me to watch out for Uncle Zhou, who was quite scheming.

Does Zhou Bo have anything to do with the disappearance of the child and the death of Wu Xiaomei and his wife?

Back in town, an eerie atmosphere haunts you.

It has been almost a week since Zhang Yuhang's disappearance, and there has been no progress in the case.

Every night, police cars patrol the streets with red and blue lights, and people's fear is not diminished by this.

Rumors are rife about youkai eating people.

Wen Qiniang never recognized the "monster" in her eyes, when I put the photo of Zhou Bo in front of her eyes again and asked her to identify it carefully.

She was stunned for a moment, and I asked, "Is he a monster?" ”

Wen Yiniang frowned, staring at the photo for half a minute, before shaking her head and muttering, "No, no." ”

"You see clearly, don't you? Let's take a look again! ”

She suddenly resisted: "It's not a monster, it's not a monster!" Monsters are on the hill! ”

"Where's the mountain?"

"On the hill!" Wen Miniang's face was afraid, I couldn't force her anymore, she was already nervous, and I was afraid that if I stimulated her, something would happen.

I left her some fruit and money.

When I came back to see her the next day, I found her sitting happily in the doorway like a beckoning cat, with her hands bandaged on her hands.

A chubby middle-aged man is helping out with housework at her house.

"Who are you?"

When the middle-aged man saw me enter the house, he stopped what he was doing, and jumped over to hold my hand with a smile on his face: "Xiaoyu, it's me." You Uncle Huang, Huang Jinming. ”

I think of when I was a child, there was always a young man who was anxious to play chess with my dad and worshipped my dad as a teacher.

"I didn't expect you to grow so big, ouch, come, let Uncle Huang take a good look."

He looked me up and down nervously and said, "Yes, yes, now that I have become a great writer, I am really happy!" ”

"Uncle Huang, what are you?"

"Oh." He suddenly realized, "I'm here to help poor households, Wen Qiniang accidentally threw off when she drove the ducks back to the nest last night, and our Civil Affairs Bureau has the obligation to accurately alleviate poverty, so I brought some gifts to condolence today." ”

I saw a bucket of oil and a bag of rice in the center of the room.

"Not only the lonely elderly, but also poor households, do you have to think about it more?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Thinking about it, isn't it going to take off the hat of a poor household for her this year? ”

"Take it off? How to pick? ”

"It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, last year we sent a batch of duck seedlings to her old man, there are more than 30, this year the ducks have grown up, according to the per capita income, counting the value of this batch of ducks, she will get out of poverty!"

"What does it mean to get out of poverty?"

"Does it mean that there is no need to make up for poverty every month?"

"How can you ......"

"Yes, yes, I know, I understand." Huang Jinming patted me on the shoulder to soothe my excitement, "This is also required above, the task of poverty alleviation this year is arduous, and we have no choice." ”

"A few ducks come in, and the poor households are lifted out of poverty, you are simply ...... It's ridiculous! ”

After Huang Jinming left, Wen Qiniang suddenly said: "Yo, what these grandsons say is what they say." ”

At night, I slept in bed, and the fragments of the past few days were replayed in my mind over and over again. It's like missing a piece of the puzzle, missing a crucial node and not catching, and I can't sleep.

Suddenly, Wen Miniang's words pierced the haze of consciousness like a bolt of lightning - "The monster is on the mountain!" ”