The town stands against the mountains, and a narrow, clean concrete road winds out of the green hills, looking like a white python in the mountains from above. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, when there was no such road, the only land access to the county seat was a bluestone road that had been through the vicissitudes of life. On rainy days, the road is slippery, and the children walk on it for the whole wrestling competition, and when they walk down, their clothes and pants have to be wrapped in a layer of muddy water.

At first, the adults didn't walk well with their own children, and finally when they saw that all the children were fucking clayman, they began to scold the road for being dog's day.

During the Anti-Japanese War, people were worried that the Japanese devils would enter the village along this road, but the Japanese did not come, but Brother Pao often entered the village from this road to grab food.

The policeman stayed on the top of Mount Amu and saw the team of robes at the mouth of the mountain and struck the gong with all their strength, and the people below the mountain immediately took refuge in the cellar with food.

When Brother Pao heard the sound of the gong, he knew that the grain was hidden in the cellar, so he rushed directly into the cellar and carried away the grain and the beautiful village girl. I heard from the old people that at that time, young women had short hair and dressed as men, and as soon as the robe brother came in, he would wipe feces on his face.

Brother Pao's family, never slack the belt. When we were children, we took a machine gun made of wood and learned this sentence in a hooligan tone, domineering and leaky, and it was impossible to live.

In addition to Brother Pao, there is also a group of gangs with a similar nature to Brother Pao, they are not used to low-end organizations that rob houses and houses, and every time they enter the village, they are polite, collect food from door to door, and ask for protection money.

Although they don't admit that they are Brother Pao, every time they come in, they sweep the same as Brother Pao.

Fellow, give me some food.

If the fellow didn't give it, they lifted their clothes to reveal the Mauser ** handle on their waist, and said politely, fellow, I'm embarrassed if I don't give it, we don't have long eyes on this bullet.

My grandfather said that Brother Pao was also righteous and angry, although he robbed us of food and women, but if the town encountered a famine, they would bring food for distribution and help repair water conservancy projects.

The other group of people was different, they came in and only cared about eating, drinking, and Lazar, and after a mess of corpses threw themselves on the street, they didn't care about anything, and finally patted their butts and left.

Later, no one came to rob anything, and the people here were not afraid of anything, except for the mountain gods and water ghosts.

Later, the mountain gods and water ghosts were not afraid, they were the "four olds" of the ancestors, and all the tattered things had to be torn down.

What ancestral halls, dragon king temples, and land temples were all fucking burned, and even the thousand-year-old cypress in the north of the town that had been worshiped for generations was also cut down.

After being cut, he didn't finish his work, and he was criticized for half a month wearing a high hat. The tree was hatted and criticized, and this is definitely one of the most absurd stories I've ever heard in my life.

People, when they are not afraid of anything, will become extremely frightening.

After the 90s of the 20th century, the town built roads, many people learned to do business, built inns, and there were more tourists.

Originally, the inhabitants of this place were unsuspecting, and generations of people grew out of the soil and died out in the soil, and everyone sucked the breath of the purest earth, stepped on the solid purple soil, and unconsciously continued the culture of the old soil.

Old people often tell us that the land is the answer to everything.

No matter how pure the land is, it will eventually grow the flower of evil. Until the disappearance of our three children, we no longer believe in the purity of the land, the land breeds people, and it is people who control people's hearts, and it has nothing to do with the land.

The day after returning to town from Beijing, suspicions arose. Twenty years later, I don't know if it's a coincidence or a curse.

On the third day, I went to the police station to look for Uncle Zhou, and saw that his office was full of people and a miasma.

The first sorrow in life is the pain of loss. Wenwu's wife's eyes were red and swollen, her hair was disheveled, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

When Uncle Zhou saw me going, he immediately greeted me.

He asked me to come into the house and sit down, and I said we would talk outside.

I asked, "What is the situation of the little girl now?" ”

He frowned and said, "There are still no clues, this time it is the disappearance of the child of a public official, and the top attaches great importance to it, and the county has sent two assistant investigators." ”

"Do you still believe in the power of the river god Shanxiao this time?"

Zhou Bo shook his head helplessly and said: "When these three babies disappeared, there were witnesses who saw a dazzling white light in the mountains. Xiaoyu, just because we can't see something doesn't mean they don't exist. ”

Zhou Bo pointed to Mount Amu and said, "If there is a sparrow flying in the north of the mountain now, the people below us don't know it, but if a person stands on the mountain, he can see the sparrow, right?" It depends on where we're standing. ”

I said: "Uncle Zhou, your old man grew up watching me, and I have always respected you, but I want to express my opinion on this matter, after all, human life is at stake." ”

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Your old man and you are both cultural people, tell me your opinion." ”

"Whether we see it or not, it flies by, it's just a matter of whether we perceive it or not. Let's not talk about philosophy and ghosts for the time being, let's talk about something specific. In reality, some criminal cases are accidental, and the perpetrators have no preparation and no motive. But there are clues to more cases, Yin Deji's sister disappeared 20 years ago, and the twins disappeared a month later, do you think the two incidents are not connected? I guess it's all done by the same person, acquaintances commit the crime, and the possibility of child abduction and trafficking is small. The town went out on a road, and at that time there were checkpoints on the main roads to go out, and it was impossible for an outsider to run to this poor and remote place to commit crimes twice a month. The perpetrator should still be in town, and everyone knows him. ”

Zhou Bo said: "You mean, three or four hundred people in the whole town are suspicious? Twenty years ago vs. twenty years later, why did this person hide for twenty years? ”

I nodded and said, "Yes, I am suspicious myself, and I think it's weird that this happened the night I first arrived in town." Twenty years is a long and short time, enough for a person to go from evil to good, and from good to evil, enough for the demons to slowly recover, maybe only a chance opportunity, once the time is ripe, the devil will come out of the cage and harm people. ”

Zhou Bo said sadly: "I have lived here all my life, and I have to bury this pile of meat here when I die, I, I have always believed that everyone here is a well-wisher, and I don't want to believe that anyone's heart is so black, how can a child of what age do you do it?" If the murderer were really in town, I would have fought this old bone to catch this shit. ”

"Human nature is complex and multifaceted, you just said that just because we can't see things doesn't mean that they don't exist. Who can see the hearts of people separated from their stomachs? Maybe now that Wenwu's daughter is still alive, we still have a chance. ”

Zhou Bo's frowning brows stretched slightly, and said, "You are right, everyone has demons." Okay, we have to investigate carefully, but now that we are a society governed by the rule of law, we can't say that we can search anyone's house, we must have evidence. Xiaoyu, you have a good brain, if there is anything I want to ask you for help in the future, don't think I'm a bad old man. ”

"Uncle Zhou, you are too polite."

Wenwu saw me coming and came out to say hello to me.

Although he could be seen to be strong, the exhaustion and emaciation had made his fat body overwhelmed.

I went over and shook his hand to comfort him: "Tell me if you need help." ”

He nodded and didn't say much.

Wenwu is not a good policeman, but he is a fun policeman, and I remember clearly that he helped us steal pears when I was a child.

A pear tree branch in the orchard sticks out of the wall, and the sexy plump Sydney hanging on it seduces us with all its might. We wanted to eat this pear, so we tried all means, smashed it with stones, knocked it with a bamboo pole, but it was unsuccessful, and we were anxious.

Wenwu saw it and said help us pick it. His fat body jumped up desperately, the flesh of his whole body swayed like jelly, and he couldn't breathe after a few jumps.

In the end, the pears were not picked, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and began to scold the pear tree, shouting that he wanted to have a physical relationship with the pear tree's grandmother.

When the owner of the orchard heard Wenwu's scolding, he poked his head out to check, and when he saw Wenwu, he asked, "Wen Fatty, what are you scolding?" ”

"Look, the branches of this house are all on the road, and they are obstructing pedestrians, and they have to be sawed off." Wenwu said.

Wenwu is at least a policeman, and his speech is different from the person in the teahouse who is full of farts, and it has the force of law. Although the owner of the orchard was distressed, his mouth responded: "Okay, okay, I'll see it off tomorrow." ”

"No, it must be sawed off now, I'll help you if you don't have time."

The owner of the orchard took out the herringbone ladder and the saw, and without saying a word, he climbed the mountain with the saw and sawed down the branch and threw it to us.

The branches are sunny, and the fruit on it is sweet and juicy, and I don't seem to have tasted such a delicious pear until now.

The mountains and rivers of Qiaobian Town have raised people, and there has never been a single case of cancer for so many years, and they have also raised fat people led by Zhang Bing and Wenwu. However, the local tyrant Zhang Bing's family moved to Chengdu long ago, and there was no news of the family when they grew up.

"Grow up", I see it as a derogatory term, the older you get, the more cautious, the more realistic, the more cunning.

We always want to turn others into licensed goods in our own hands, classify and archive the world into our own collection, no longer have spiritual exploration and soul adventure, and no longer believe in simple and real existence.

But people can't help but grow up, and the little Oscar in the movie "Tin Drum" interprets the cruelty of refusing to grow up. I'd rather little Oscar be like me, go out and accept the cruelty of society, the darkness of human nature, and grow up slowly.

My parents didn't tell me how dangerous society is, they only told me to be kind to others, how you treat the world, the world will react to you.

Sometimes I think again, not everyone wants to cheat on me, the innocent civil and military has never offended anyone, his daughter disappeared out of thin air, no matter who encounters this kind of thing, they will reevaluate and ask themselves, who is maintaining the balance of this world and presiding over fairness and justice? When they become victims, who dares to sing "This world is full of love"?

On the way home, pass by the town's storage room, a few abandoned mansions that have become express hotels for sparrows and little beasts.

There have been many stories that have happened there, and in that strange era, people fought people, and people were whole people, all happened here.

The big horn under the eaves had not been removed, and it was in tatters. In the past, orders, instructions, plans, and more agitative news from superiors were conveyed to people's ears through this loudspeaker. The horn once controlled the history of Qiaobian Town and China.

At the end of 1971, an astonishing piece of news came out of the loudspeaker, making the claustrophobic town boil. The traitor's plane crashed in the Öndörkhan region of the Mongolian People's Republic, killing the traitor and his wife. And this traitor, people also wished him "long life without borders" at the oath-taking meeting yesterday.

In September 1976, another heavy news came out of the loudspeaker: the great president had passed away in Beijing. At that time, my mother was mowing grass in the mountains with a group of girls, and when they heard the news, they immediately threw down their baskets and sickles and ran home, and the whole world was already surrounded by crying and tears.

A mourning hall was set up in the town, and people wept heartbreakingly, bidding farewell to an era in weeping.

Later, the storage room completed its historical mission and withdrew from the stage of history, and these rooms were empty and overgrown with miscellaneous objects and weeds, and wishful thinking people made up such stories that at night there were unjust ghosts here, and people who had been killed in the past would show up and cry out.

The world has changed, and many absurdities have dissipated into the air and dirt.

When I was a child, F4 often came to the storage room to catch rats and play. During the summer when we were admitted to university, we had a big BBQ party in the storage room, and the laughter seemed to be in our ears. Fu Wenxin told me that it was the happiest day she had.

If the four of us didn't drink blood and wine by the river, swore poisonous oaths, didn't go to Beijing, didn't meet so many people and things, and lived a real and ordinary life in a small town for the rest of our lives, wouldn't it be another kind of adventure? What kind of exuberant or suffocating will everyone end?

When I got home in the evening, I took out my laptop and started writing a novel.

Thinking of the bits and pieces that happened in Beijing, and thinking of the mystery of Wenwu's daughter's disappearance, I couldn't calm down, and I couldn't think of a single word when I looked at the screen like I was constipated.

When I opened the window, I could see the ridgeline of Mount Amu faintly recognizable in the faint light of the sky. The arrogant Amu Shan ignored the suffering of all living beings and was indifferent.

I remembered that when I was a child, my uncle used to take me to the mountains, climb the tall trees to look at the scenery, and howl at the mountains.

The mountains and rivers here have the essence of attachment to life, and in the same way, evil will gradually breed in being attached, just as the first devil is a fallen angel.

Whether I believe it or not, the flowers and plants here always exude a faint message to remind me that there is a demon hiding in the town that mutilates children, and his sins have spread over the years, deeply immersed in the town's body. He was staring at everything in the dark, hideous, laughing at the clueless man.

I had to find this man and make him pay for his sins, and that became part of my mission back to Bridgeside.

Thoughts wander and begin to fall into the web of memories. No one can escape the judgment of crime and punishment.