The lighthouse was built in 2000, when Zhonghai Municipal Axe intended to make the lighthouse a landmark in the Zhonghai New Development Zone, and even further upgraded to a landmark building surnamed Zhonghai City, but Wang An had no interest in this and refused several requests for supporting renovations in Zhonghai City.

The top of the lighthouse is designed as a helipad, and there is a private dining room at the bottom, although the air traffic control of China Shipping is very strict, but the helicopter flies from the lychee garden to the lighthouse, such a close low-altitude flight, presumably the Civil Aviation Administration does not have the leisure to care.

Now the lighthouse is not put into use at all, the elevator is out of service, but there is still maintenance after a period of time, after Wang An entered the lighthouse, he successfully started the backup power system, and then turned on the exhaust equipment in front of the underpass.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the turbidity in the underground passage was excreted a little, and Wang An put on a mask and walked into the underground passage.

Sufficient lighting and strict construction requirements, there was no dripping sound of water in the underground passage, and there was no eerie atmosphere built by moss, water stains, etc., until he walked to the underground of the lychee garden, Wang An stood in front of the door of the basement of the small building, and turned on the exhaust equipment again.

Tang Ming's death is definitely dead, and the process of [***] in winter is relatively slow, so Wang An has been waiting for more than half a year to confirm that he has only white bones left, and only came here, and the corpse with only white bones is far less disgusting than when it was half-decomposed.

When the control panel showed that the air quality was consistent with the outside, Wang An entered the password, opened the basement door, and walked in.

There was still a strange smell in the air, maybe it was for psychological reasons, Wang An was carrying a schoolbag, carrying a folding stool, and the other hand was in his pocket, and a gust of wind flowed from the basement into the underground passage, Wang An glanced back and waved his hand, maybe it was Tang Ming's trapped resentful soul who left.

Smiling, Wang An turned his head and looked at the basement, it seemed that he had miscalculated, the corpse could be turned into white bones in more than three months in the open air, he originally wanted to be in such a closed environment for half a year, but now Tang Ming just turned into a dry corpse.

There are many things that are not clear about the corpse, why Tang Ming became a dry corpse Wang An has no way of knowing, he is not a forensic expert, this is not an important detail, and Wang An does not care.

"Brother Killer, the so-called good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. Although I am a businessman, I have done a lot of good things for the country and the people, although I am starting from selfish interests, but with the development of the economic environment, providing many jobs, contributing to GDP growth, many people have taken my salary to buy a house, buy a car, and marry a wife. What's more, I also destroyed the industrial layout of the Yuben consortium in China, and I regard me as an enemy, how can you help the abuse? I'm a good person. Wang An sighed, and then took the schoolbag down.

"Go all the way." Wang An took out a small glass of liquor from his schoolbag, spilled it on the ground, and arched his hand at Tang Ming's corpse.

Wang An looked at the room, Tang Ming should not have really starved to death, maybe after confirming that he could not escape, he finally calmed down, and finally chose to commit suicide, which can be judged from the belt hanging on the ceiling.

As for the details of the specific suicide, Wang An has no way to accurately restore and infer that Tang Ming is good at killing, and he must be very good at suicide, of course, this kind of thing can only be done once, and I don't know if it is good at it, in short, he successfully committed suicide and did not eat himself himself.

Wang An briefly worshiped Tang Ming, and then looked at the words on the wall, no one wants to die silently, people are afraid of death, sometimes they are just afraid that everything they have in this world will be forgotten, erased, and there is no sense of existence anymore, so many people want to leave unforgettable deeds in this world, and some of them have become great men and heroes.

As he expected, Tang Ming left his last words.

"Wang An, the one who killed me!"

There are five big characters left on the wall, the wall is made of sound-absorbing materials, the surface is not very hard, it is very easy to leave the handwriting, looking at the thickness of the strokes and the degree of penetration into the wall, Wang An estimated that Tang Ming used the thimble of the belt to draw it.

"You obviously committed suicide, but I was killed by you." Wang An said a word to Tang Ming's corpse, and then slowly opened the folding stool.

Tang Ming had a lot of unwillingness and resentment in his heart before he died, when there was no need to suppress people's emotions, they would always vent through various actions, tones and eyes, Tang Ming wrote his last words with such a mood, which could be reflected in his handwriting.

Tang Ming is 1.75 meters tall, Wang An has considered that if he is raising his hand to write, then Wang An needs a 70-centimeter folding stool to be able to reach his writing, but think about Tang Ming's last words, he must be bored and resentful in his heart, which will make him write very hard, raise his hand to write and write at the height of his chest, which posture is more convenient and more suitable for catharsis in his heart?

There was no doubt that he was writing on his chest or in front of his eyes, so Wang An chose a fifty-centimeter folding stool.

Taking out a steel bar about the thickness of a belt thimble from his schoolbag, Wang An began to scratch the last words left by Tang Ming.

After making Tang Ming's handwriting completely illegible, Wang An carried a folding stool to the opposite side of the wall and wrote a new line of words.

"Who's going to be next?"

Wang An finished all this, packed up his things, folded the folding stool, and left the basement.

In the darkest hour before dawn, Wang An returned to the ground, and the white waves could be faintly seen on the gloomy sea crashing against the reef under his feet.

The big rag doll was still sitting quietly on the rocks looking into the distance, her vertical and silky hair fluttering in the sea breeze, sweeping Wang An's cheeks, with a hint of tenderness.

"Today's sun is so big and beautiful...... Wang An wrote a note, put it in the pocket of the big rag doll's clothes, and left.

After walking around the road in front of the lychee orchard for about an hour, Wang An waited for a taxi, and at this time, the taxi driver had no doubt and sent Wang An home directly.

Undressed and lying in the quilt, Wang An closed his eyes, waiting for Wang Xiaomo to call him to get up after a while.

The princess woke up, she sat in her room, looked at the sun that had risen from afar, and hurriedly ran out and said to the nanny, "Auntie, can I go to the beach now?" ”

"Of course you can, but what are you going to do, Miss?"

The nanny drove the battery car and sent the princess to the beach, the princess looked anxiously around, did not see Wang An, couldn't help but be a little disappointed, walked to the big rag doll, looked down and found the note stuffed in the big rag doll's pocket.

The princess laughed, hugged the big rag doll, and looked at the beautiful sun in front of her, as if she had just watched it with Wang An.