Tang Zao photographed very carefully, and every corner was photographed, but after all, he couldn't pick up everything and look at it carefully. There was a picture of a passing by, Tang Zao's hand rummaged through the books in the box, and a red thing shook at the bottom.

Lu Xiaozheng read it several times, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a diary.

At that time, there was a kind of diary, square, red hard leather surface, with a wooden button on it, wrapped around with a rope, and the spine was printed with "Huaguo", which looked very much like a dictionary.

Lu Xiaozheng sent a screenshot to Ye Guining, and asked him to deal with it, and after adjusting it clearly, he could be sure that this was that kind of diary! Although Zhu Hong may not have the habit of keeping a diary, but what if!

The next morning, Lu Xiaozheng told her about it while she was having breakfast, and Tang Zao was anxious when he heard it. She had the mobile phone number of Zhu Hong's wife, Liu Ning, and immediately called her. As soon as it was connected, Liu Ning's loud voice came out: "Who?" ”

Tang Zao said: "I'm Xiao Tang, the ...... I talked to you about last time" She explained a few words, and then said that she wanted to go to that house again. Unexpectedly, Liu Ning said: "That house has been sold!" ”

Tang Zao was taken aback, and glanced at Lu Xiaozheng: "Sold?" When was it sold? What about what's inside? ”

It's also a coincidence, that house was just sold last week, and Zhu Hong's family only packed up the necessary things because they didn't want to touch the scene, and they didn't ask for any worthless things such as old furniture, old clothes, and books.

Tang Zao and Lu Xiaozheng rushed over there, and at the same time contacted the new owner, people thought she was selling home improvement, so she hung up without saying a few words, and it was still dark again. changed Lu Xiaozheng's mobile phone to call, but the other party didn't answer.

Fortunately, he already knew his work unit, Lu Xiaozheng flipped through the address book, dialed a phone number and went out, and directly found their boss, and then the boss looked down, Tang Zao couldn't hold his breath, and turned back and forth anxiously, while comforting himself in his heart that good things are more grinding...... Thankfully, the owner called after a while.

Tang Zao and Lu Xiaozheng waited outside the door for half an hour, the owner came sweating profusely, and took the initiative to open the door for them to flip through casually, but there were only some bulky furniture left in the room, and the books and the like were gone. ”

How could it be such a coincidence!

Lu Xiaozheng quickly interrogated clearly, waved his hand and the two got into the car directly, and then Lu Xiaozheng called the police and asked where the scrap collection station was here. The police were very chatty, and carefully described to them: "Come down from the fork in the road, walk west along the intersection, drive for about seven or eight minutes, and there will be a broken two-story building with a red brick wall, just enter through the big iron gate......"

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And, right now.

In front of the broken two-story building on the red brick wall, a little boy about four or five years old was walking around singing the out-of-tune "Little Apple" while carrying a rope from a diary.

The diary is red, square, a rope on the back cover is wrapped around the front button, as the little boy flicks it around again and again, the button finally collapses, the diary spreads out with a bang, the little boy squats down, holds it down with his little hand, and flips it casually, with his flipping action, you can vaguely see the handwriting on it: "The fate of the six of us has changed since then", "I'm sorry for her!" I'm sorry for her! "I regret it, I was wrong, I will never forgive myself!" "I hurt an innocent girl, and death can't wash away my sins!" ”。

The little boy read the words he knew ignorantly: "Six people, I'm sorry, six people, I'm sorry ......"

He quickly lost interest, closed the notebook, and the man next to him picked up a pot of water from the honeycomb coal stove and carried it away, and the little boy dragged the notebook to the stove, tore off a page casually, and threw it on the stove.

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And, right now.

In the Land Rover, Lu Xiaozheng hung up the phone, threw the phone on the dashboard, and rubbed Tang Zao's hair back: "What's the hurry!" No matter how anxious you are, you can't fly over! Ten minutes or eight minutes late, things won't change anything. ”

Tang Zao turned his face away: "How do you know?" ”

"I don't know," Lu Xiaozheng said, "I only know that this speed is already the fastest." As he spoke, he quickly turned off the fork in the road.

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At the same time.

The burning paper flew down from the stove and swirled on the ground, and the little boy found a new pleasure, quickly tearing the paper from his diary one by one and throwing it into the fire, which grew bigger and bigger, and the paper tore more and more...... From the written to the blank.

The tongue of fire quickly licked the paper, swirled and scattered, the man carrying the pot finally came back, saw it at a glance, suddenly screamed, hurried over, dragged the child away, directly poured the water in the pot up, poured it almost, jumped up and stepped on a few feet, and slapped the child: "Stinky boy!" Play with fire, beware of bedwetting! Get out of here! These are all to be sold for money! ”

The little boy sniffed, dragged the torn diary, smiled and walked away, the man carried the pot to the pool to retake a pot of water, just put it on the fire, he heard the sound of the bone pressing the road, as soon as he looked up, he saw a Land Rover drive in, a man and a woman got out of the car, and walked quickly to this side.

The man said politely: "You guys have something?" ”

Lu Xiaozheng flashed his work card: "Police, it's like this, yesterday there was a batch of old books collected from the family building of the old fertilizer factory, where to put them?" ”

"The old fertilizer factory? Oh! I just received it, and I'm still a little impressed," the man went in and turned around, pointing to a half-open woven bag: "That's it?" ”

Tang Zao waited for the second sentence, quickly stepped forward, and saw Zhu Hong's name written on the exposed book at a glance, which was Yixi. She took out her gloves, put them on, and poured out the contents of the bag, quickly rummaging through them.

The things in the bag were very messy, both Zhu Hong's old books back then, as well as some magazines and newspapers in recent years, Lu Xiaozheng looked at it hastily, and there was no diary, so he stood up directly and asked the man: "Is there anything else?" ”

The man searched back and forth: "This is too, and this," he looked around again, "That's all, two bags and one box." ”

Lu Xiaozheng hummed, dragged the bag away, and poured it out again.

Both of them moved quickly, and quickly went through the things, but did not find the diary, nor did they find anything of value. Lu Xiaozheng repeatedly confirmed with the man, and turned it over with his own hands, and there was indeed no Zhu Hong's thing.

But why is the diary missing? Tang Zao took off his gloves, wiped his sweat, and called Liu Ning.

Lu Xiaozheng's thick eyebrows were twisted together.

Based on his thoughts, since this diary has always been put together with old books, it means that even Liu Ning doesn't know that it is a diary, or that he doesn't care if he knows that it is a diary, and it is unlikely that it will be put away separately. But if you don't put it away separately, why is there such a diary missing?

Lu Xiaozheng asked the man: "Is it possible that he fell on the road?" ”

"No," the man said, "It's all pulled back by the little three-wheeler, and the car box can still leak out after it's buckled?" ”

Lu Xiaozheng was about to ask again, when he suddenly saw a little boy coming over, pulling the rope in his hand and throwing it around, Lu Xiaozheng's pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the diary.