Jing Zhiguo barely slept all night, and when it was about to dawn, he barely squinted for a while.

Wang Chun's death was really strange, and after thinking about it overnight, Jing Zhiguo felt that Wang Chun's death had at least three major doubts. The first suspicion is whether Wang Chun's death was caused by a car falling off Hutou Cliff or for another reason, which determines whether the nature of Wang Chun's death is a traffic accident or a criminal case. According to his judgment, although Wang Chun could not be as skilled as a full-time driver, he would not be a novice, otherwise, he would not dare to drive himself away from the tiger head cliff in the middle of the night. is a veteran, quiet in the dead of night, deep in the mountains and old forests, what other cars can there be on the road at this time! Why did he drive the car down a cliff? The second doubt, why did Wang Chun rush back in the middle of the night? Why didn't he wait for the next day to go back, did he really go back to his hometown or somewhere else? What is he doing somewhere else? The third suspicion, Zhang Haochi said that Wang Chun's friends in Heshan County, when the soldiers were in chaos, they still had the leisure to watch the mountain scenery! It seems that finding out Wang Chun's true whereabouts in the past few days, especially where he went before the accident and what he was doing there, is the key to solving this case. Jing Zhiguo had a hunch that the case might be quite complicated.

As a rule of thumb, to find out all this, you have to start with the scene of the crime.

Early in the morning, Jing Zhiguo got up early. After washing, he stood in the courtyard of his two-story red brick building, took a few deep breaths of the fresh air of late autumn, and somewhat alleviated the torment in his heart all night. The house he lived in was assigned to him by the Northeast Army when the commander was there.

Jing Zhiguo's wife, Chen Guo, is a secondary school teacher. Because of the different professions they are engaged in, it is difficult for the two of them to walk and sit and lie consistently, and they have long slept in separate beds. In the morning, before dawn, Chen Guo opened Jing Zhiguo's door and saw that Jing Zhiguo was still asleep, it was estimated that he hadn't slept for most of the night, so he didn't alarm him, and went out by himself. I don't know why, I went out for so long and didn't come back. Originally, the family hired a maid, so there was no need for Chen Guo to go to things like buying breakfast. But Chen Guo is an idle person, and often goes out to buy breakfast in person, according to her own words, she goes out to breathe by the way.

Jing Zhiguo went to the garage in the courtyard to pick up the car, ate a little food at the street stall, and went straight to Dongdian County. He wants to go to Hutou Mountain, and to go to Hutou Mountain, he must pass through Dongdian County. The road is really not close, you have to walk early, otherwise, you will not be able to come back in the evening.

The wheels clatter against the gravel road, and the morning sun illuminates the rough road that stretches to the east. A few hours later, Jing Zhiguo had already passed through Dongdian County and was on his way to Dongdian Mountain.

In the early morning of Dongdian Mountain, the mountain forest is soaked in a faint blue mist, and the sunlight shines on the grass blades of the mountain through the gaps between the mountains and the branches of the trees, and the dew drops shine in the sun. With the windows open, the fresh scent of the mountains and the gentle birdsong merge into one place, and the undetectable power of nature pushes into the car, which is refreshing. Jing Zhiguo felt the beauty and temptation of nature, tensed his nerves, condensed his mind, and his bright eyes vigilantly patrolled in this beauty and temptation.

After a while, Jing Zhiguo slowed down and slowly moved forward, looking at the winding mountain road along the mountain as he walked, looking at the sides of the road, and finding nothing. Only occasionally there were farmers who drove the mountains, and they got into the woods by the roadside, but threw a cloth basket and wheelbarrow on the side of the road.

The mouth of the ditch of Hutou Gully is on the northern edge of Hutou Mountain. When the bright gravel road is still winding on the mountainside, there is a downward mountain road forking at a ridge, gently sloping down to the southeast, which is the mouth of the tiger head ditch. In the past, Jing Zhiguo had passed by here with the marshal patrol, and he could also reach his hometown Jingjiagou by taking this road. But every time he went back to Jingjiagou, he took the road directly south from Fengtian, and never walked this road.

Jing Zhiguo stopped the car, stood at the mouth of the ditch and looked at Hutou Mountain from a distance, repeatedly examining the topography of Hutou Mountain. This Hutou Gully is much lower than the Hutou Cliff, from the Hutou Gully to the Hutou Cliff, on the belly of the Hutou Mountain that bulges to the west, the mountain road goes up slowly. Jing Zhiguo looked at the bottom of the tiger head ditch, and he could see the bottom of the ditch far away. The bottom of the ditch is full of rocks and vertical and horizontal, some places are more open, and the widest part also looks like twenty or thirty meters. Along the mountain road at the bottom of the ditch, it has to be about seven or eight miles away, which is the southern end of this tiger head ditch. When you reach the south end of Hutougou, you can't go forward, there is no way up at the south end, and this Hutougou is like a dead end, there is an entrance but no exit. At the beginning, there was no road, and I don't know when it began, occasionally someone had a car down to the bottom of the ditch, and after a long time, there was naturally a road to the bottom of the tiger head ditch. Although there are roads, they are also barren everywhere, and the roads are overgrown with weeds. But even so, you can still see the flat bottom of the ditch formed by the silt accumulation of mountain floods for many years. There are obvious wide and deep ruts of the truck at the mouth of the ditch, which are estimated to be left by the trailer that hauled away the wreckage of Wang Chun's car. Jing Zhiguo looked at it for a while, and did not go down the road to the bottom of the ditch, but drove forward again and continued to march towards Hutou Cliff.

The sun casts its light on Hutou Mountain. In the bright sunlight, the big tiger head of Hutou Mountain hangs high above the tiger head ditch, and the tiger head cliff is hidden in the huge shadow formed by the tiger head under the sun. The shadow almost covered most of the tiger's head ditch, and the tiger's head was particularly majestic and powerful. Jing Zhiguo parked the car at the empty entrance close to the Hutou cliff and got out of the car. The mountain wind formed a vortex in the empty stomach under the huge tiger's head, and it hit his cheeks head-on, and Jing Zhiguo felt a cool chill. Jing Zhiguo walked forward, walked across the gravel road, stood on the edge of the Hutou Cliff, glanced at the Hutou Ditch, and soon turned around and carefully looked at the Hutou Cliff. Just two days ago, Wang Chun fell from this Hutou Cliff with people and cars down Hutougou.

Even though it was early in the morning, there were already occasional local farmers or carts passing by on the road. Several roadside stone piles near the edge of Hutou Cliff are still lying there, and the white lines drawn by the gang of people who came out of the scene after learning of the accident are still clearly visible. Jing Zhiguo squatted down beside the white line and looked at the road carefully, hoping to see the traces of the wheels of Wang Chun's car as it slid down the cliff, but he couldn't see anything clearly. Jing Zhiguo looked at the weeds on the side of the road from the fallen stone stump. There were large lodging patches of fluffy weeds, some at the roots, some at the waist, some at the top, broken by crushing, and some into detritums. Jing Zhiguo was a little surprised, the wheels pressed over the weeds in a rotating state, and it was normal for them to fall down, but why did there be such a large number of broken and broken cases? This is a bit like the scratching of the wheels when they are fully braked. Jing Zhiguo stood up, took a few steps back, and repeatedly looked at the fallen stone pile, and then at the large patch of broken weeds. Jing Zhiguo speculated that Wang Chun's car might have braked and killed before it hit the stone pile, but the car did not stop, continued to move forward, and knocked down the stone pile, the wheel scraped against the weed, and the grass stems and leaves broke and shattered. As for why the car will fall down the ditch when the wheels are no longer rotating, it can be explained that because the speed of the car is too fast, the huge inertia of the car pushing the car that has braked the wheels to continue to rush forward, and the roadside stone pile blocked for a while, delaying the speed of the car rushing forward, but the car still did not stop until it fell off the cliff. Jing Zhiguo stood up, almost giving up, he already had a plan to go back, and turned around. But at this moment, he found that there was at least a meter of distance from the fallen stone pile to the edge of the cliff, and it was impossible for Wang Chun's car to crash head-on with the stone pile, and if that was the case, there would be no need to brake. If it is not a head-on collision, but a diagonal braking wheel, the bumper of the car hits the stone pile, which will inevitably produce a huge recoil, and the strength of the car will be greatly reduced, and the car will still fall under such circumstances, and the speed of the car must be more than 40 to 60 kilometers per hour. In the middle of the night, on such a mountain road, it is almost impossible to drive at such a speed. Thinking of this, Jing Zhiguo was stunned.

It was noon, and the warm sun shone on the Dongdian Mountains, shining on the Hutou Mountain and the Hutou Cliff of Hutou Mountain. There is a cool breeze on the empty stomach under the tiger's head. Jing Zhiguo raised his hand and looked at his watch, then walked over, sat down behind the steering wheel of the car, and let the door open like that, feeling a little clear. He closed the door, started the car, and turned the front of the car.