"As far as I know, Duan Damin once had a daughter. But in the early years, he was imprisoned for assault, and his wife gave away the girl who was less than two years old, and she ran away with a large sum of money. Now that more than 20 years have passed, even if his daughter returns to Pingdao, a city with a population of millions, with no name or surname, where can we find her? ”

"As long as there is one point of hope, we have to do twelve points of effort. For some reason, I always felt that the person who went to Zhang Mai's cemetery to deliver flowers should be a woman. If she is really Duan Damin's daughter, maybe we can really find some clues about the '6.13' case. ”

Zhu Feng was really a little crying and laughing, "I said, what didn't you listen to me just now?" Even if the person who went to the cemetery to deliver flowers was Duan Damin's daughter, where can we find her? She didn't have her name engraved on her face either. ”

Luo Yang got up and put on his hat, "But no matter what, there is a glimmer of hope, and we can't give up." So saying, he went out the door.

Zhu Feng was anxious and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Luo Yang didn't look back, "Go to the Jiulongding Martyrs Cemetery." ”

Zhu Feng shook his head helplessly, grabbed his hat, and followed Luo Yang out of the office.

……

At a three-way intersection, Luo Yang picked up the front of the car and turned towards a road leading to the city.

"Aren't you going to the top of the Nine Dragons? Why did you drive the car here again? ”

When Luo Yang parked his car at the foot of the hillside where Zhang Mai was killed in the Botanical Garden, Zhu Feng was a little puzzled.

Luo Yang didn't answer, just strode towards the hillside. The botanical garden is not a lively place in the first place, and due to the weather, there are hardly any people in the garden. But there were traces of someone who had just stepped on that part of the slope, and judging from the spacing of the steps and the footprints left behind, it should have been left by a woman, and she had just left. Luo Yang suddenly came to his senses, he had thought about it on the road just now, if the mysterious flower giver wanted to hint at him, then would she come to the botanical garden where Zhang Mai and Duan Damin were killed? Luo Yang pushed aside a clump of grass, and his heart couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy, and there was indeed a bouquet of flowers under the pine tree not far away. He walked over and picked up the bouquet of flowers, both of which were equally fresh. It's just that the bouquet of flowers in front of Zhang Mai's tomb is all yellow chrysanthemums, and this bouquet is all lilies.

"Zhu Feng, bring the camera in my car!" Luo Yang excitedly shouted at Zhu Feng in the car. The characteristics of his profession, these things of his have always been placed in the car.

Zhu Feng was also in a mood, he took out the camera from the car and ran towards the hillside. Under Luo Yang's guidance, he squatted down and took a few clear footprints. Then, he asked Luo Yang with a happy face: "So it's really Duan Damin's daughter?"

"That's not necessarily, everything has to wait until we have a clue."

Ten minutes later, Luo Yang parked the car at the foot of the hillside at the top of Jiulong. Jiulongding Martyrs Cemetery is the largest martyr cemetery in Pingdao City, and there is a lane that can be directly driven to the top of the slope. Out of reverence for the martyrs, Luo Yang never drove the car to the top of the mountain every time he came here, but walked up from the bottom of the slope, just like he accompanied his elderly mother just now.

It's already past lunchtime, and the old man guarding the cemetery may have gone somewhere down the hill to eat. The fog began to lift, and the entire cemetery was empty, and there was no third figure in sight. Because of seeing hope, this time Zhu Feng ran ahead of Luo Yang. In front of Zhang Mai's tomb, he saw two neatly arranged bouquets of flowers, as well as a cigarette that had been burned on the tombstone.

He stood there silently, looking at the heroic photo of Zhang Mai on the tombstone, and he felt a sour feeling in his heart. Once upon a time, they were admitted to the police academy together, and they were assigned to the Pingdao City Public Security Bureau together. Thinking about it, his eyes were a little moist.

Since attending Zhang Mai's funeral, Zhu Feng has stepped into this martyr's cemetery for the first time in three years. It's not that he, Zhu Feng, is ruthless, but that he feels ashamed of his former comrades-in-arms, and he doesn't know how to face the sad Roland. The first time Zhu Feng met Roland was at Zhang Mai and her wedding. On that day, he served as their best man and accompanied them all day from morning till night. When he first saw this pure and beautiful woman with oriental classical beauty, he was so flustered that he didn't even dare to touch the bride's gaze head-on. That day, the young police officer, who was nearly thirty years old and had not yet talked about a girlfriend, was like drunk and spent it in a trance. Zhang Mai, who was in joy, didn't know all this, but he didn't escape Roland's eyes. A woman's heart is the most sensitive, how could she not understand the eyes of the opposite sex, with innocent and painful self-reproach and even some guilt? Fortunately, Roland faced all this calmly. Whenever their eyes occasionally met, she smiled and nodded, indicating that she understood his feelings. And cast an encouraging look at him and tell him that he can overcome himself intellectually. What made Zhu Feng feel relieved was that in the days to come, Roland never confided half a word about this matter to Zhang Mai. Until Zhang Mai died, he didn't know that he was secretly crushing on his wife with his best comrade-in-arms. It has been three years since Zhang Mai passed away, and in the past three years, he has only secretly cared about Roland and their mother and son in other ways, and has not had any intimate contact with Roland himself. Gradually, Luo Yang noticed his thoughts about his sister, and deliberately created several opportunities for him to contact his sister, but he never revealed his heart to her.

Luo Yang came over, he didn't say anything when he saw Zhu Feng standing there, he just picked up the bouquet of flowers sent by the mysterious person and looked at it. These two bouquets of flowers are different in color and the people who are worshipping are different, so I really can't see anything else. Now except for proving that the flower giver and Zhang Mai Duan Damin were killed, everything is still unknown. Why didn't she send flowers of the same color?

Zhu Feng took the bouquet of flowers and looked at it, and then put it back in front of the tomb, he turned his face to look at Luo Yang, thinking about the same question in his heart.

"Go to the florist."

They both blurted out at the same time.

Luo Yang said: "The flower giver will definitely not buy two bouquets of flowers from the city center to go to the cemetery, and send them to the cemetery all the way." Today is not the Qingming Ghost Festival, and the people in the flower shop will definitely have an impression of the people who buy flowers. ”

Zhu Feng nodded, "Maybe we can really find this person through the flower shop." ”

The two men returned to the car with some excitement and began to look for a flower shop nearby. However, half an afternoon passed, and they ran several flower shops, but there was no result for them.

……

Luo Yang planned to return to the bureau with Zhu Feng, but at this time they remembered that they hadn't even eaten lunch yet. So they walked into a restaurant, had a simple meal, and returned to the car, but Luo Yang was a little unwilling. He asked Zhu Feng: "You said that if she doesn't buy flowers in the flower shop, where else can she go to buy them?"

"It depends on where she lives. In addition to scattered flower shops, the wholesale flower market in Pingdao City is the largest. But we've gone to almost all of these places, and ...... the others? That is the flower planting base and the professional flower household. ”

Luo Yang rolled his eyes and thought about it, but he didn't answer, he drove the car to a place where he could turn around, and with a dozen of the steering wheel, his Mitsubishi jeep drove in the direction of the Kowloon Ding Martyrs Cemetery.

Zhu Feng also remembered that about two kilometers away from the Jiulongding Martyrs Cemetery, there was a ravine called Lanxi Valley, where there was a flower planting base.

On the stone cliff near the road at the mouth of the ditch, they saw a sign marked with the words "flower planting wholesale", and turned into the ditch, which was a simple country dirt road. This is a gourd-shaped ravine, although the mouth of the ditch is narrow, but the inside is very large, but it is very suitable for the entrepreneurial development of planting or animal husbandry.

Luo Yang parked the car in front of the house that looked like a wholesale point, and when he went into the house to look for someone, Zhu Feng ran to the flower house to see the flowers. After a while, he shouted Luo Yang out of his throat.

A steward surnamed Yang heard the intention of the two policemen, and opened his mouth to say, "Are you the one who came to buy chrysanthemums and lilies this morning?" It was a middle-aged man in his forties, riding a small scooter, and he seemed to buy flowers for someone. ”

Luo Yang and Zhu Feng glanced at each other, "How do you know that you bought it for someone?" ”

"The man made a phone call when he was buying flowers and asked if the price was okay." The man glanced at Luoyang Zhu Feng a few times, somewhat ostentatious, "Those who come to our flower planting base to buy flowers directly, except for wholesale, are generally more expensive than those in flower shops." ”

"Oh? Why is that? ”

"Of course it's the fresh flowers here."

Zhu Feng didn't have Luo Yang's patience, he urged: "What about later? ”

Later, he answered another phone call, as if because of the fog, he asked him to send the flowers to Liuqiao.

"Willow Bridge?"

Luo Yang and Zhu Feng glanced at each other again, and the bridge under the Jiulongding Martyrs Cemetery Mountain was called Liuqiao.

"How much do you know about the flower buyer?"

The steward surnamed Yang said: "That person is thin and small, with a local accent, and his height is only 1.65 meters." The rest is not clear. As soon as the words fell, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly added: "By the way, he called the person on the phone, Miss Lin."

After thanking the flower keeper, Luo Yang and Zhu Feng returned to the bureau. When he got out of the car, Luo Yang muttered to himself: "It's not wrong, it must be Duan Damin's daughter." ”

Zhu Feng glanced at him and didn't say anything more.