On November 1, two weeks ago, Shijiehe Village, Pinghu Township, Luanshan County, traveled more than 400 kilometers to Zhongzhou......... The police car got off the highway and drove more than 30 kilometers of dirt road before arriving at this small village whose name cannot be found on the map, it is said that this village is also a big village in the era of steel smelting because of the high mountains and many trees, but the process of reform and opening up and urbanization has driven more and more villagers to migrate out of the village to find another way to make a living, and there are less than 100 households left in the village of more than 200 households.

The township police station accompanied Zheng Guanqun and Shuai Shicai and his entourage, and when they arrived at the entrance of the village, the police went into the village and found an old man wearing Chinese-style pants, wearing a cloth belt, wearing big cotton shoes, few hairs, and a white beard with a scruffy face.

“…… You are looking for that Wu Xiangmei, oops, perched in panic, perched in panic, jumped into the river in this realm and drowned, there, right there, it used to be a big water king, and it was dead for many days, and the people in the village carried the water before they saw it, and it was not decent......... People die, why don't you die, you just can't jump into the river to die, you die in the water, the dragon lord wants to pick up clothes, a good woman, stripped naked, her stomach is swollen like a baby, it's scary to look at...... I had just married my daughter-in-law, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to go down for days...... You haven't seen it before, and you won't forget it once you see it in your life. ”

The old man of the cadre bent his waist, and talked about Wu Xiangmei's short-sighted past while walking up the mountain, this old man is estimated to have a bit of a bad taste, and he did his best to exaggerate the appearance of death, and the police who came with him couldn't listen to it, and interjected: "Uncle Mo Donkey, the leader above came to ask about the situation, don't you keep saying that death is not okay, why are we so scared that we are in a hurry?" ”

"Oh, don't you listen to this? Didn't you say that you came to find Wu Yumei's grave? The old man was puzzled, and turned back to a few pairs of triangular old eyes, surprised.

"It's okay, it's okay, my brother spoke very well...... Brother, we all want to know about her. Shuai Shicai played a round field, saluted, and handed over a cigarette, the old man looked at the mouth, reluctant to smoke, clamped to the ear, and then started again, re-starting the village chief's verbosity: "...... At that time, the people in the city who went to the countryside did not pay attention to her, and the people in the village did not dare to pay attention to her, so they lived in the shack at the entrance of the village...... Before she died, the Revolutionary Committee informed her, as if her man was dead, the first day of the afternoon said, the second one disappeared, and I thought she ran back to the city, who knew that she jumped into the river and died......"

The thrilling tragedy, in the mouth of the village chief, is like a dry parent, without any emotion, and I don't know if it is the reason why life and death have been broken at this age, or because it was commonplace in that era, anyway, it was said very easily. It was so easy that his steps did not stop at all, and he walked straight to the low hill by the river.

"Brother, who erected her grave?" Shuai Shicai asked.

"The people in the village, one person gave ten points of work and buried the people." The old man said, the funeral looks very simple, Zheng Guanqun shook his head a little helplessly, this, before the liberation of Zhongzhou City, everyone was beautiful, and the body of a daughter was buried here, which was worth ten cents and two cents.

"And then? The township police station gave the investigation of the situation, ** year, someone made a special trip back to bury her man and her, and also built a monument, does my brother remember this? Shuai Shicai asked, this is the last news that Duanmu Jieping can find, it has been almost twenty years, the purpose of coming here is to give his parents a grave, what has always made Zheng Guanqun and Shuai Shicai puzzled is that Duanmu Jieping did not choose his hometown, nor did he choose Zhongzhou, but chose his parents' grave in this barren mountain.

"Remember...... That's a good baby, he came to ask the village people for help, dressed in linen and filial piety and kowtowed from house to house, knocking so much that the head was bleeding, and his mother died in fear, and it took 20 years for his relatives to come, and the cadres of the village brigade organized more than a dozen young and strong laborers to recircle a cemetery for him...... This baby is bitter, from the beginning of the grave to sleep on the cemetery, out of the funeral road all the way kowtow from the mountain to the cemetery, on the grave, crying several times and fainted, has been on the grave for the first seven years, before leaving...... No one will leave, carry away. ”

The village chief wiped his old eyes, sighed, and sighed, as if in this life, just a few sentences have passed, psychologically speaking, everyone's psychological world is very exciting, but for Zheng Guanqun, who has studied for several years, the deeper he goes, what he finds is not wonderful, but deeper and deeper tragic colors, perhaps destined, this tragic color, to render this family of two generations.

“…… Brother, later, did he still come? Shuai Shicai settled down a little chaotic mood and asked.

The old man who walked forward shook his head: "No, I haven't been here again, there were people talking about this a few years ago, and no one can remember it later...... Good baby, this is a good doll, the grave in the village for a few days, as long as he still remembers his mother, he is talking and kowtowing to return favors, smoke, wine, meat as a gift I don't know how much wasted, there was an old widow in the village at that time looked at his mother pitiful, gave his mother a few bowls of fried wheat, and when he came to the old widow is not there, he made a special trip to the grave to kowtow more than a dozen heads to return the favor...... Later, he left 5,000 yuan for the village, saying that it was convenient to buy a few pumps for the village to water the ground...... Good baby, this good person, don't live long, his mother stayed in the village for four or five years, and didn't say a few words, just let the Revolutionary Committee criticize and fight every once in a while, and she didn't jump into the river to seek death, and she couldn't survive that year...... Panic...... There it is, there it is. ”

The old man stopped, and on the slope near the top of the mountain, after raising his hand and pointing to the bleak grass and thorns all over the place, a bluestone tablet showed its shallow head, the remnant sun, the rocks, and the barren mounds, as if this quiet time and space had never been interrupted, and these abrupt visitors were not welcome.

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and smoked a dry cigarette with a cigarette, and looked at the two well-dressed old policemen with a little puzzlement, carefully pulling out the barren grass and thorns, and pacing towards the tombstone.

Grass stalks are connected to grass stalks, new grass is covered with rotten grass, there is no way out of thorns, the two of them took a lot of effort to get to the monument, the body of the stele is already muddy and literal, Zheng Guanqun stroked it, and can still distinguish the words of "first test Duanmu good choice, first concubine Wu Xiangmei", but surprisingly, the person who erected the monument is empty.

Looking at Shuai Shicai, he was also a little strange, suspiciously looking at this piece of stele that was indeed his son Duanmu Jie Ping, but did not leave a name, just a few steps can be seen clearly, here is not the near future, but no one has sacrificed for a long time, the soil on the stele base has accumulated two centimeters thick, the grave, the top of the stele, the grave circle, surrounded by thorns and grass, if there is no this stele, I am afraid that there are not many people who can point out this exact place of burial.

The two of them were relatively speechless several times, Zheng Guanqun took out his handkerchief and wordlessly wiped the monument that was flooded by the fast wind and sand, Shuai Shicai was wordlessly pulling the grass around the grave, the two policemen were unusually paranoid about the case, starting from the suspect's family, starting from his criminal inducement and motive, but he didn't expect that what he found was an innocent couple and their injustices buried in the barren grave that could not be redressed, "Old Shuai, how do you feel?" Zheng Guanqun pulled the grass for a while, his physical strength was obviously not good, he sat on the edge of the grave regardless of his image, and asked.

"Angry...... Even sympathy, no matter who suffers from his kind of unfair treatment, I am afraid that he will not live a normal life like an ordinary person. Shuai Shicai also sat down, took out a cigarette, lit one, and handed it to Zheng Guanqun, Zheng Guanqun, who had quit smoking for a long time, subconsciously took it in his hand, lit the fire and smoked it, took a sharp breath, as if to suppress the breath rising in his lungs, and sighed: "I feel the same way, do you know why I am looking for you?" Our next generation of peers has no way of understanding the harm brought to the victims by that absurd era, this kind of harm is not only the cause of his crime, but also the motive of his crime, and the reward he gives to the society......

"Let's change the subject, and if we talk about it like this again, I will feel a sense of guilt for sanctioning him...... Especially at the grave of this innocent couple. Shuai Shicai said, with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay, then I'll change it, why is the monument erector empty?" Zheng Guanqun asked, pointing out that the two of them were discussing the psychological problems of criminals.

"I think, it should be that he has a sense of guilt for what he did, Duanmu Liangzhi is a well-known expert in the study of gold and stone in Zhongzhou, and he has made great achievements in the study of stone drum literature, his mother Wu Xiangmei's family was formerly the founder of Zhongzhou Tongren Hospital, Wu Xiangmei herself is a surgeon, and her parents are first-class good people, she died in seventy, and after nearly twenty years, Duanmu Jieping buried his parents together, and he became like that, I think, he should be ashamed to engrave his name on his parents' tombstones." Shuai Shicai said.

"If that's the case, then his surname hasn't been completely wiped out." Zheng Guanqun said, pinched his cigarette, and asked directly.

"I hope he is wiped out cleanly, so that we don't have to arrest him, and I have to doubt whether my worldview and outlook on life are correct." Shuai Shicai smiled bitterly.

"What do you think?" Zheng Guanqun said, reminding Shuai Shicai: "Your unlucky son thought well, and the list provided did not come in handy, which also coincided with a hidden law of Duanmu, such as the name of the fake certificate, it should be prepared for Xu Fengfei, Wang Li, Zhang Li, Li Lan...... In our household registration files, almost all of them are the names with the highest repetition rate, which brings us great difficulty, he always uses the simplest, most common and most commonplace tricks to hide his traces, not to mention that he was silent before, even if he is now on the wanted warrant, he holds Wang Ping, Zhang Ping's ID card regardless of what Ping casually lives in the hotel in Zhongzhou, we can't find him in a short time......... I've been exposed to a lot of cases, but it's the first time I've seen such a good person who is good at hiding, then, you see, he hasn't even been to his parents' graves, and I think he expected that we would find out about his origins. ”

"That's why I think there's still a little bit of his surname...... It's not that we don't come now that we know the facts of his crime, but he hasn't come back since he left, so I think it's still a guilty mentality that makes him dare not step in front of his parents' graves, after all, the two parents, one is highly respected, and the other saves the world, what kind of face does his son have to go to his parents' graves. Shuai Shicai said, speaking of this, what passed in front of him was his uncompetitive son, who had not gone home for two years, not because he didn't want to go home, but because he was homesick more than anyone else, but he was more afraid of going home than anyone else, afraid of facing his guilt.

The surname is complicated, and the simplest surname is also sad about the most complicated case, from a psychological point of view, it is to speculate on the suspect, and it is even more difficult to be sad about any kind of detection method, but when there is no way out, Zheng Guanqun can only choose this method that even he does not dare to try easily, thinking about the words of the old handsome, he is a little pessimistic:

"The difficulty is here, we can't guess his behavior characteristics with the mentality of a normal person, and we have no way of knowing what he might do...... It is precisely this type of crime that is fraud, every liar is a master of psychology without a teacher, because to deceive people, he first has to learn how to speculate on the psychology of others, he has dealt with us for more than ten years, I am afraid that we have been thoroughly understood, he grasps the weaknesses of the police network better than anyone else, and it is like entering a no-man's land when he goes there. ”

This case is stuck, stuck in all high-tech criminal investigation methods have become decorations, there is no source of information, you can only turn to this well-known anti-fraud expert, and you can only figure out the disappearing deception through fragmented life experience. Zheng Guanqun didn't dare to guess the odds, but this kind of contest was beyond the scope of justice between police and bandits, and was more like a duel between masters, which made him want to stop.

"It's a sure thing, but it's not impossible."

Shuai Shicai lit another cigarette, Zheng Guanqun took the initiative to ask for one, the two of them smoked vigorously, Shuai Shicai pondered for a long time before saying: "First, he has not been caught in the net, and if he has not fallen into the net, his self-confidence will be extremely inflated, which can be seen from his swaggering revisit in Zhongzhou; Second, although his methods are very clever, his life is not clever, do you remember the Wu Qingzhi we found in Xinyang, he should be his leader, and he should also be an old liar, but except for the ten years in prison, we have not grasped any evidence of his crimes, and even the ten years he squatted are not enough...... On the other hand, Duanmu is a little worse, because his clever means have exposed him to our eyes, and he has cleverly placed himself outside the embattled borders, and he wants to be the enemy of the whole society......... Thirdly, no matter how much sympathy we give him, he is still a person with antisocial tendencies, and the behavior of such people does not stop their criminal behavior because of personal feelings or other factors, and since it does not stop, then we have a chance to find him........."

"How?" Zheng Guanqun asked.

"The two who sleep through here." Shuai Shicai pointed to the grave.

"What do you mean?" Zheng Guanqun asked, stunned.

"Duanmu Liangxue is a very accomplished gold and stone research expert, the collection is quite rich, was copied a lot, I found it from an original archive, when he studied two "Zhongshan Stone Carvings" rubbings are his most proud collection, for this reason also in the journal of Zhongzhou University at that time there was a stone drum and seal who first and who after the debate, but this thing, the general people do not know, do not know what it is, and then was copied to the people...... Since we can't find his hiding place, how about letting him come to us? Shuai Shicai said.

"You mean, lure him out with stone rubbings?" Zheng Guanqun said.

"I can't lure him in, but it's no problem to lure him out as a stand-in in Zhongzhou...... If he is within the confines of the whole province, this method will work, and if he does abscond, then we will not be able to reach the whip. Shuai Shicai said.

"Well, it's worth a try...... Since Duanmu attaches great importance to the relationship between father and son, and has traveled thousands of miles to bury his parents together, then he should know his father's life very well, and if he does, he should know his father's proud work......... If this proud work is now in the world, well, it's worth a try......" Zheng Guanqun thought for a while, pondered the old handsome's way to get the key point, nodded, and as soon as he was interested, he stood up and praised it: "Good way, go straight to the weak place of people's psychological defense...... Hey? Isn't that right? Old handsome, since you have been circulated among the people, how did you get it? And isn't this thing worth a lot? ”

"Hehe, I'm just a poor bastard, and I have nothing to do with these valuable things for the rest of my life...... But Shuai Lang can provide us with two. Shuai Shicai got up and patted his ass and smiled.

"Shuailang? How could he have? Zheng Guanqun broke the casserole and asked to the end.

Shuai Shicai didn't answer, squinted his eyes, and glanced at Lao Zheng quite meaningfully, Lao Zheng suddenly realized, followed behind Shuai Shicai, and said softly: "Understood, your son of a merchant wants to make a fake come out......"

"To deceive and deceive, who can tell so much right from wrong." Shuai Shicai said with feeling, I don't know what he meant.

Out of the cemetery, when going down the mountain, it was surprisingly quiet, the two of them didn't ask, the wordy old man didn't say much, went down to the bottom of the mountain, shook hands to say goodbye, Shuai Shicai looked back at the barren hill full of withered grass and poplars, and couldn't bear it, took out his pocket, and put together thousands of pieces of money from himself and Lao Zheng and stuffed it into the hands of the village chief, the old village chief was so frightened that he looked at the police and didn't dare to accept it, Lao Shuai resolutely let go: "It's not for you, help, pick up the grave of Duanmu and his wife, we don't have much time to stay here for a long time, please........."

The surprised village chief took a stack of money and stayed stunned for a long time, until two police cars swept away a yellow coat and disappeared into the dust and mist............................................................................................................... The next time, Shuai Lang returned to Zhongzhou, where he had been absent for a long time, and talked with his father all night, the same sigh, and then went to Zhongzhou University, although it is a university, it is not so easy to find an old antique who still understands the study of gold and stone, but unexpectedly, Zhongzhou University really has fruitful results and only one who has been retired for more than ten years, Wang Yizheng. When it was Shuai Lang's turn to visit, he was shocked, it was actually the deaf old man he saw at the auction, Wang Xuena's grandfather......... When I contacted this old man to spend money to buy a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the late Qing Dynasty at the auction, I immediately felt that this old man should be genuine and understand the study of gold and stone, unlike the school professors in this year, who only know how to plagiarize other people's papers.

And Zheng Guanqun came to visit once without returning, there was really a problem with the exchange, so Shuai Lang pretended to be a private person, made an appointment with Wang Xuena, and greatly fooled himself to devote himself to the traditional cultural industry and the grand ambition of ancient gold and stone research, and did not stop in words, to put into practice, to hold a collection of gold and stone works, and to make a big fanfare, I heard that Mr. Wang Yizheng has achieved a lot of results in this research, and it is no problem to hold a personal exhibition.

Wang Xuena was a little flattered, maybe this as the reason for Shuai Lang's dedication, moved almost tears, the two of them sat on the edge of the campus garden, Wang Xuena said sadly that Shuai Lang found that holding a gold and stone exhibition has always been the grandfather's unfinished luxury, but the collection has cost a lot of money, and it has always been powerless to hold another exhibition, after all, it can't afford to spend so much space fees, and I'm afraid that it will really be cold, so that grandpa will be disheartened...... Shuai Lang listened to it arrogantly, patted his chest and took it, I'm not afraid of no money, I'm out, I can't afford to sponsor your grandfather, no one is afraid, I'll hire someone to cheer for your grandfather.

"Then why are you doing this?" Wang Xuena was stunned and asked stupidly.

"No, I like you." Shuai Lang's face was neither red nor black, and when he heard Wang Xuena's cheeks flush, she wiped her red eyes and smiled embarrassedly.

I was going to talk about it before I wanted to take the opportunity to take a light look, but at this time, Shuai Lang forgot about it, looking at the pure and cute school girl who answered shyly, did he really muster up the courage to stretch out his shameless hand and put on a shameless mouth.

On the fifth day, a large advertisement for Wang Yizheng, a retired professor of Zhongzhou University, for an exhibition of his personal gold and stone collection works quietly and silently appeared on the fourth page of the Zhongzhou newspaper, and those who are interested may find that from this day on, almost all the newspapers and periodicals sold in Zhongzhou have been continuously reporting this news...... On the ninth day, the TV station made an exclusive interview, entitled "The Origin of Jinshi Research and Zhongzhou Culture", and the ratings were more than that of "Zhongzhou News", but it was broadcast on the provincial channel of the local channel, covering the whole province.

Ten said, held in the Century Flower Garden of the works of the exhibition ushered in the Provincial Department of Culture a deputy director of the visit, accompanied by a number of experts and scholars inside and outside the province, for the collection of Professor Wang Yizheng of Zhongzhou University and personal works gave high praise...... This one was on the "Zhongzhou Evening News".

Thirteenth, everything is still very calm, the stone drum rubbings of "Zhongshan Country Stone Carvings" hanging in the center of the exhibition, few people care, even if someone asks, it is an idiot's words: What is this written?

Shuai Lang, who occasionally comes here, can also see that the poor tradition is like the deaf old man, who has reached the twilight of his life, and there are only a handful of people who can know it, understand it, and appreciate it, but Shuai Lang believes that people who know it should appear...............

(To be continued)