Even when he walked into the interrogation room of the criminal investigation team, Rigor did not understand the real reason for his detention and summons. The two plainclothes were very polite to him, but they were tight-lipped about it, and no matter how rigorous they asked, their answer was only one: It's almost there, and you'll know when you arrive. I had to think carefully about my whereabouts in the past year or so, and I realized that I had not done anything illegal and undisciplined. Unless it was when I was doing border trade business with Russia many years ago, for some reason, I had to take the risk and step on the edge of the law to do those things that were bitten out.

He sat in the inquiry room and at first no one paid attention to him. Later, a uniformed police officer came in and brought him a cup of tea. Rigor angrily asked, "What's the matter?" Is there anyone who can talk and tell me what the hell is going on? ”

The policeman told him to be restless, saying that everyone was in a meeting, and when the meeting was over, someone would come to see him.

After waiting for more than half an hour, he finally heard the sound of the door lock opening. As soon as he turned around, he saw two policemen pushing the door in, one of whom was not tall and had a very dark complexion, it was the criminal policeman he had seen a few days ago - Zhao Tinghui.

Rigorous's heart suddenly relaxed, and he understood that today's custodial summons had nothing to do with the things he had done in his early years. At this moment, his patience has been worn to the end, but his attitude still maintains hypocritical sincerity: "You still want to know what Liu Wei's situation is, just tell me, I am especially willing to cooperate with you, I know everything and say everything, this is my glorious moment to fulfill a civic duty." But you guys are too uninteresting, aren't you, on the twenty-third day of the new year, in front of my parents, you actually got a "custodial summons"? You don't want to think about it, what if you frighten the old man? ”

Zhao Tinghui slowly walked around the table in front of him, sat down on the chair, and then spoke: "Please come, not for Liu Wei. ”

"Not because of Liu Wei? Then I don't understand, what are you looking for me? ”

"Why are we looking for you, you should know very well in your heart, right?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand. I have never done anything illegal in my life, and I am afraid of smashing my head when the leaves fall, and I am honest and law-abiding. ”

"You'll understand." Zhao Tinghui looked at his face face face, although there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were burning, and he could see that people's backs were sweating, "We'll let you understand." ”

As Zhao Tinghui said, Rigor did understand, but his understanding happened three hours later.

In that windowless room, when he noticed that the police were repeatedly questioning him about his whereabouts on the night of December 24 last year, repeatedly asking him when, where, who he was with, what he said and what he did, he finally realized that the police believed that he had something to do with the murder of Zhan Yu.

Realizing this, his first feeling was not anger, but ridiculousness. He asked Zhao Tinghui: "Officer Zhao, how did you connect me with this case?" Just because I said that Liu Wei is suspected of murder? ”

Zhao Tinghui looked at him silently for a long time, then took out a small plastic bag and motioned to the young policeman next to him to take it to Cheng Cheng and let him take a good look.

Sealed in the plastic bag was a silver-black metal object, four centimeters square, engraved with the pattern of an olive branch and the striking logo of "Dupont".

Rigorous was stunned. He was all too familiar with the lighter he lost in the hotel on his birthday on February 14 last year. He never dreamed that nearly a year later, he would see it in the hands of the police. At the bottom of the lighter, there are three vague letters: M-a-y, as if they had been scratched by someone with a fingernail or other sharp object. It can be confirmed that it is the lighter that he couldn't find at the beginning, and it is like a fake.

He looked up, "Where did you find it?" ”

Zhao Tinghui did not answer the question, but asked him rhetorically: "Do you know it?" ”

"Acquaintance." Rigorously replied frankly, "A relic left to me by a friend was accidentally lost at the beginning of last year. But how did it end up in your hands? ”

Zhao Tinghui motioned to the young policeman to take back the lighter, and then said, "I can tell you this." It was found among the relics of the dead at the site of the dumping. ”

"What?" Rigor was like hearing a thunderclap, "Impossible!" When pigs fly! ”

Zhao Tinghui smiled. At today's interrogation, he smiled for the first time: "Why do you think it's impossible? ”

Ever since he knew that Zhan Yu had an accident, he has always believed that his death has a lot to do with Liu Wei.

According to Liu Wei's previous style of doing things, even if it didn't involve women this time, his idea of killing Zhan Yu would definitely not be a day or two. From the time when Zhan Yu relied on his strict protection, became more and more arrogant in the bar street, and no longer took him seriously, he probably had such a plan. And Zhan Yu's murder should have happened after leaving his residence on Christmas Eve. So these days, he has arranged for people to be looking for Liu Wei's whereabouts.

However, in the investigation materials of the public security organs, there is a completely different version of the suspect in this case and his motive for the crime.

Since Zhan Yu's mobile phone was not found, the police's investigation of the suspect first started with the call records of Zhan Yu's commonly used mobile phone number. Every number in his call record for half a month before he was killed was investigated one by one, but he didn't gain much, because most of those numbers were his classmates. Eventually, a landline phone number in Beijing caught the attention of the police because it came from a special bar, a same-sex bar, and the name of the bar was even more special, "Don't Tell Mom." Shun Teng searched for it, and the fact that Zhan Yu was engaged in a special industry in a sex bar was suddenly exposed to the police. This fact is so shocking that it completely subverts the image of the good student who behaves according to the rules described by parents, teachers and classmates.

As for the lighter found in the deceased's clothes, when the police visited the bar, many people identified it as Zhan Yu's belongings, and Zhan Yu often mentioned to people before his death that the lighter was a token given to him when he met him for the first time. There is a strict name covering, and many people are afraid to go too far with him, so this lighter has become his talisman in the bar street. In this way, the original owner of the lighter strictly entered the sight of the public security organs and became one of the key suspects.

After discovering the true purpose of the police's custodial summons, Rigor refused to answer any more questions, and when he was forced to ask in a hurry, he would ask: "Do I have the right to be silent?" Have it? ”

It was a stalemate for seventy-two hours. Several members of the task force implemented wheel tactics, and the interrogations were dragged out in turns, not to mention the rigor of three days and three nights without sleep, and in the end, even if he had the will to fight iron, he was on the verge of collapse.

For ordinary cases, when the trial reaches such a point, the person should be temporarily released. However, for the "12.29" task force, in view of the seriousness of the case and the relatively complete evidence, even if the suspect's confession is zero, he must not be allowed to go back. An application for criminal detention is therefore inevitable.

When he finally signed the "Criminal Detention Certificate", he still couldn't believe it, and he didn't believe that this kind of bloody plot that would only appear in film and television dramas would happen to him. He suspected that the experience of the past seventy-two hours was just an unreasonable and ridiculous nightmare, a black joke that God had played on him when he was too comfortable. But an ordinary nightmare, as long as he opens his eyes, he can wake up, this nightmare, I don't know how long it will last.

Rigor did not know that although it had not been a long time since the establishment of the "29 December" task force, the task force had already mastered a large amount of evidence based on the results of the investigation and the testimony of a witness. The most critical points were very unfavorable to him: first, on the night of December 24 last year, the security guard of the apartment and the neighbors on the other side of the door saw Zhan Yu enter the strict house; Second, the neighbors at the door and downstairs can confirm that there seems to have been a violent conflict in the house that night, and there are suspected struggles, fights, and furniture tipping over; Third, based on the technical examination of the victim's body, it is inferred that the deceased Zhan Yu was killed between December 24 and December 25, and that Zhan Yu had not been seen elsewhere since he entered the house on the night of December 24, until December 29, when the scavengers found the body fragments. Regarding the third point, the police also called up the surveillance video of the night in which the community where Cheng Yan lived, and it was true that they could see the footage of Zhan Yu entering the community, but they could not find the picture of him leaving the community, which was the most critical evidence. As for the motive for committing the crime, through a series of investigations into strict social relations, many people can prove that he and the victim have maintained an improper relationship for a long time, and the relationship between the two has deteriorated sharply recently because the victim is engaged in illegal pornography business, so the possibility of killing people for love cannot be ruled out.

The evidence of the investigating organs seems to be conclusive and sufficient, and the chain of evidence is relatively complete, the logic is rigorous, and the rigor has actually fallen into a situation where they are unable to argue.

For detention centers, rigor is no stranger. When he was a teenager, he was in and out several times because of fights. But when he walked into the iron gate of the detention center at that time, he was sure in his heart, because he knew that soon, if he stayed here for one night at most, someone would come forward to "fish" him out. But this case involved murder suspicions, and he knew very well that unless his father came forward in person, the possibility of bail pending trial was almost zero.

He was sent to the detention center overnight, and followed the escorted police officers across the cordon, stripped naked according to procedures, underwent physical examinations, took fingerprints, and then put on his shirt, coat, pants, and socks again, and followed the police in the detention center to the dark depths.

At this moment, he is no longer the same as he stood behind the cordon: the zipper on his jeans has been torn off, there is no copper button left on his coat, the place where the buttons were originally buttoned is now a small black hole, the leather boots have been confiscated, because there are steel plates inside, and according to the regulations of the detention center, all the suspect's clothes are not allowed to have iron objects. In this way, he put on his coat, opened the vital parts, stepped barefoot on the cold concrete floor, followed the police through several iron gates, and finally stood outside the last iron gate. Inside the iron gate is his first stop in the detention center, the cell of the criminal detention team. From here, he went from being a citizen with a name and a surname to number 0382.

It was late at night, and when the iron door of the cell was opened, there was a loud and piercing noise, and the sleeping people in the room were awakened and got up one after another, and even the next cell had someone sticking their heads out of the narrow viewing opening, looking up and down.

Rigor heard the policeman say to someone in the cell, "I'm going to send you a new person." His case is special, you show me a good look! ”

A rough voice said, "Why didn't he stay in the Transition for seven days and just send him here?" ”

The policeman's impatient voice: "I told you, his case is very big." I tell you, don't touch him! You can't afford to mess with it! Then he pushed it on his back, "0382, shout report, get in!" ”

Rigorous stepped into the cell and did not shout as required. The policeman glared at him fiercely, but he didn't embarrass him, and slammed the iron door shut. Outside, the door lock rang chaotically, and his footsteps accompanied by the scolding of "go back to sleep if you look at anything" gradually faded away, leaving behind a world of theft, robbery, rape, murder and other criminal suspects.

Standing straight by the iron door, he coldly surveyed everything inside. More than 20 square meters of the room, in fact, is a Chase shop plus the aisle, the end of the room is about one square meter of bathroom, the Chase shop is full of people, crowded people next to each other, in addition to a few people by the door to sleep a little more spacious, leaving the position of most people, even lying flat is not possible, can only sleep on the side of the head and feet, let alone turn over. At this moment, a dozen people in a room sat up crookedly, and their straight eyes fell on his face unscrupulously, layer upon layer, making him feel as if a thick layer of paste had been applied to his face.

He knew that he would have to stay in the same cell with these men for a while, whether he wanted it or not. If he is lucky, after seven days, when the period of criminal detention expires, the special case team will have no choice but to release him if it cannot arrest him with sufficient evidence. As luck would have it, the task force applied for an extension of the criminal detention period, and he was to stay here for 37 days – not believing that his luck would come until the day when he was formally arrested.

"Hey, new kid!" The man who had just spoken to the police sat cross-legged on the bunk and spoke, "What's your name?" What kind of crime did you come in? "It's not loud, but it's fierce.

I didn't bother to look at him rigorously, pulled away a cotton coat on the floor, and sat on the pavement: "Which brother squeezes and makes room for the buddy?" ”

The one sitting cross-legged immediately changed his face, "Go, loosen his bones!" ”

Three people jumped down from the shop and squeezed rigor in the middle. Although they put on a posture of being in a strict position, they were still afraid of their strict height of nearly one meter nine and strong muscles, and the three of them all glared at him viciously, but none of them stepped forward.

Rigor turned around and said to the people on the bunk: "You'd better lie down and sleep, and let Zhao Ye do it, and leave a few of your brothers to live." ”

At this moment, he turned his back to the gate and turned to face the door, and the light that came in through the door* shone right on his face. And the facial features on the man's face, which were deformed by anger, instantly solidified as if they had been quick-frozen, raised his head and looked carefully for a long time, he hesitated to speak: "You...... You...... Are you Brother Jin? ”

Rigorous was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, he looked down and noticed the person's appearance, square face, eyebrows and eyes are very fierce, he must have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't name it.

The man jumped down from the bunk, his face flushed with excitement, "It's really you, Brother Jin!" My name is Li Guojian, and I followed my eldest brother to eat at 'One-Third' that time, and I met you. ”

It suddenly dawned on him that this person was Feng Weixing's subordinate, and he felt that the world was too small. But I'm also a little lucky. He understands the rules in the number, the newcomers who come in must be given the horse first, although he is not afraid, but it is troublesome to really fight, in case he hurts someone and angers the police, it is difficult to clean up. This is called Li Guojian, who looks like the boss of this cell leading the group, that is, the so-called "trumpet", since he knows the "trumpet", it seems that the pass of getting off the horse can be avoided.

Li Guojian really said to the others: "This is my eldest brother's brother, and now it is my eldest brother, which of you makes him unhappy, or makes me unhappy, do you hear?" Then he kicked the man next to him hard, "Why don't you kid have any eyes at all?" Go to sleep over there and make room for the big brother. ”

Rigor hurriedly stopped: "Don't, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight, just have a place to lie flat." Tomorrow's business will be discussed tomorrow. He said this because he still had in his heart the idea of what to do. Tomorrow, the news of his criminal detention should be notified to his family, and if the family moves quickly, they may not have to spend the night in the detention center tomorrow night.

Although he said it politely, he kept a place nearly fifty centimeters wide near the prison door. Rigor had to lie down with his clothes, expressing his great appreciation.

Li Guojian slept next to him, and then he approached and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jin, what did you do to come in?" ”

He was too close, and a breath with the smell of smoke hit Rigor Rigor on his face, and Rigor immediately turned his head and said two words succinctly: "Kill!" ”

These two words were like the best glue, immediately sealing Li Guojian's mouth, his face twitched violently, he ripped off the quilt and lay down, and roared in a low voice: "sleep!" ”

One by one, the rest of the cell lay down again, and the room gradually sounded snoring in different rhythms. Lie rigorously on the freshly vacated plank. The plank underneath him was still hot, retaining the body temperature of the previous person. In addition to the snoring of the night, there were teeth grinding, farting, and the sound of talking in my sleep, but fortunately it was winter, and the smell in the cell was not particularly unpleasant. Although the location of the door was spacious, there was a fluorescent lamp that shone all night on his face, and his insomnia really kept him awake all night.

He lay flat for several hours and did not turn over, because if he did, it would cause a chain reaction, and the whole cell would have to turn over with him. He kept his eyes open and recalled the conversation he had with the police officer a few hours ago, but he didn't figure out a clue why he had fallen into such an unfortunate situation.

The time to get up in the detention center is 6 o'clock in the morning, and the people around them get up like a swarm, fold the bedding, and then sit cross-legged on the plank, and wait for Li Guojian and the others to finish washing, so that they can go to the toilet one by one, rinse their mouths, and wash their faces. It is not allowed to use a normal toothbrush here, because the long handle of the toothbrush can be sharpened and used as a tool for self-harm or injury.

There were seventeen or eighteen people in a room, and only rigorous did not move. He could only lie motionless all night, unable to roll over or move, and his spine, which had just undergone surgery, began to ache again. At this moment, the plank is emptied, and it is just a good time to change posture to soothe the stiff back. The team leader Li Guojian didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to squeak, so he was left to lie on the paving board alone.

Until breakfast was ready, Li Guojian personally picked up a bowl and sent it to him: "Brother Jin, it's time to eat." Only then did he lazily open his eyes and take a look, the so-called breakfast was just a bowl of thin porridge with thin soup and little water, a fist-sized steamed bun, and a pickle, the pickles were black and smelled old. He only glanced at it, then turned his head away in disgust, waved his hand, and said, "Take it, take it, is this thing for people to eat?" ”

Li Guojian said with a smile: "Breakfast can only be improvised, and when lunch is served, let's add a few dishes from the small stove in the canteen." ”

Rigorously slapped the paving board and sat up, as if to exhale a stuffy breath in his chest, he scolded the air: "Tiger falls Pingyang, × fuck!" ”

Li Guojian did not answer. It seemed that he was a little afraid of rigor. The previous Jiwei was only one aspect, on the other hand, Sensei said that he was the head of the cell responsible for leading the group, and even the police in the group were afraid that there would be future felons in their group, especially if they were imprisoned on suspicion of murder. This kind of person needs to be watched over. If they are provoked, they may break the jar and do something drastic during their detention. For them, the sentence for homicide has reached the limit, and it will not have any impact because of the excesses, but it will definitely affect the performance of the police themselves, so generally the requirements of these people, from the police to the trumpet, will try to meet them.

Cheng Cheng knew these unspoken rules in the detention center, so he calmly stretched out his hand to him: "Is there any smoke?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Guojian said loudly, climbed up to the plank, and took out a pack of cigarettes from under the quilt, a pack of cigarettes that were sold for more than two yuan outside the detention center, "This is the only one to sell here, brother, you can make do with it, we can only settle in here, and we can't pay attention to it." ”

After staying up all night, he couldn't care about the picky cigarette brand, so he took it and lit it, and took a big puff greedily first, then he exhaled with satisfaction, remembered and asked Li Guojian: "What's the matter with you?" How did you fold it in? ”

Li Guojian sighed: "Hey, don't mention it!" They fought with Dawei in the cash cabinet, for a girl and a stupid × out of town, 110 came, the others were fine, and they were released for a few days, so they searched for a modified * from me, and they had to hide weapons privately, and they came in. ”

The "Dawei" mentioned in his mouth is Liu Wei, who ran away without a trace after Zhan Yu's accident. Rigorous's heart moved, and he pretended to ask him casually: "Do you know that Liu Wei ran away?" ”

Li Guojian opened his mouth in astonishment: "Dawei ran away?" Where did you go? ”

Rigor shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Does Big Brother know?"

"Your eldest brother is also hiding."

Li Guojian slapped his thigh: "I knew that this kid would have something happen sooner or later." I told my eldest brother a long time ago that his hands are too black, and sooner or later he will poke out the big man and affect the eldest brother, but the eldest brother doesn't listen, look, something is coming, right? ”

Obedient to the meaning, he was Liu Wei before he absconded into the detention center, and he didn't know about this matter, and Yan Yan immediately lost interest in talking to him, and lay down on the bunk to swallow clouds and smoke, and smoked four or five cigarettes in a row before he had a good time.

After breakfast, it is the time for routine study, that is, the time when everyone sits on the floor and recites the "Detention Center Regulations". Except for Li Guojian, a few people who can walk around the floor at will, the others must sit motionless on the paving. There is only one exception, and it is still rigorous.

After the initial anger and anxiety of the stress phase, physiological needs regain the upper hand. He felt sleepy and tired, but he couldn't sleep, mainly because he was hungry, so hungry that his stomach was burning and his eyes were full of stars. Counting the twelve hours of last night, he hadn't eaten properly for eighty-four hours. But in the detention center, I really can't find food to satisfy my stomach until I have a meal. People have to have this experience to understand that it is also a kind of happiness to be able to eat freely as they want. At the moment, he could only lie on the bunk, waiting for lunch for a while, and calculating when he would be able to leave the detention center. According to his estimates, the special case team went to work at 8:30 a.m., and the family should have been informed of his detention before 10 a.m. If the family finds someone to coordinate, and then goes through the necessary procedures, they will not be able to go out until late afternoon at the earliest.

At lunch, Li Guojian actually got a bowl of braised pork ribs, which is said to have been obtained from the cadre stove in the canteen. Rigor was overjoyed when he saw the meat, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Good brother, I must tell your eldest brother when I turn around, take you well." ”

Li Guojian said: "I don't dare to think about it, if you go out, you can give a message to your eldest brother and let him find a relationship, and when I can reduce it by a year and a half during the trial, I will burn high incense for you." ”

In the afternoon, I didn't go out, I wanted to take a nap, I was just dazed and wanted to fall asleep, I heard a sound of the iron door, and someone shouted outside the door: "No. 0382." ”

Rigorous and agitated, jumping up like a leopard. It was the voice he had been waiting for, but he didn't expect it to come so early, and thankfully, he was finally leaving this hellish place!

The door opened, and a police officer stood outside the door and said to him, "Come out, someone wants to see you." ”

Rigor hurriedly straightened his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt and pants, and walked out behind him through the iron gates. As he walked, he found that he was not in the right direction: "Hey, hey, buddy, aren't we going out?" How did you get to the office? ”

The police officer looked back at him: "You are clear about this!" How many times have you come in? Who told you to go out? It's our director who wants to see you. ”

Rigor frowned, tangled for a moment and let go. Maybe there are some things to say to him privately before going out, or some necessary formalities to be done, which is also reasonable.

However, in the director's office, waiting for him was not only the director of the detention center, but also a policeman from the city bureau's special task force. The director was very polite to him, and specially used the teacup to make tea for the guests, but the content of his speech was rigorous and did not like to listen.

He said: "The comrades of the special task force said that the case has not yet been clarified, and it is estimated that you will have to stay here for a while. If you need anything, you can tell the cadres who lead the group, or you can ask them to tell me. If you want to change cells, you can also ask for it, and we will consider it. ”

When he heard this, he became angry and stood up. His mouth opened, but he didn't make a sound, and sat down straight. Almost as soon as anger erupted, he controlled himself. Strict and short-tempered, but not reckless, and extremely aware of current affairs, knowing that if he still needs to stay in the detention center, this anger must not go to the director. He sat up straight on the couch, his hands on his knees, and his eyes looked ahead, which was the standard upright seat in a military posture. In order to swallow the excessive disappointment, the masseter muscles were overexerted, adding a strange angularity to his cheeks.

The policeman sent by the task force was a young policeman whom he had never seen before. He didn't speak from beginning to end, and when he saw that he sat down, he took out a white envelope that was not sealed, and said that it was handed over for the chief.

Rigor took the envelope, pinched the edges and corners, and confirmed that there was only a thin page of stationery inside, and then pulled out the inner plate. There are only eight words on the paper, and the strokes are wide open and closed, and they are strictly recognizable as their father's handwriting.

Those eight words are: believe in the government and cooperate with peace of mind.

stared at these eight words rigorously, looked back and forth for a long time, and didn't understand what message these eight words conveyed. Is it to reassure him and believe that he will be fine, or to warn him to be careful about current affairs? is familiar with his father's personality. Officialdom has been immersed in it for decades, several ups and downs, and he has seen all kinds of scenes, so he will not write a word of nonsense just to show his high demeanor. But one thing is very clear, that is, he still has to stay in the detention center tonight, and he will definitely not be able to get out.

If he said that on the way back to the cell, he still had a glimmer of hope for tomorrow, but when he returned to the cell, a police officer surnamed Wang who led the group came over to chat a few words, telling him that his family had deposited 30,000 yuan in a big account for him, and that he could buy something if he lacked something, and tell the police officers on duty in time if he needed anything. The rigorous heart is like falling into the frozen lake water in winter, and it is completely cold. Sending him so much money at once was clearly to tell him that he would not be able to leave the detention center in the short term, at least the seven-day limit stipulated in criminal detention, and he would not be able to escape.

On the second night after entering the detention center, Yan Yan pillowed his coat behind his head and covered himself with a newly bought quilt from the detention center's supermarket, still keeping his eyes open and insomnia all night. Before, he swore that he didn't want to see the faces of the task force again, but now he hoped that the task force would come to interrogate him tomorrow, at least to know what was going on outside, instead of being locked upside down in a stuffy gourd like now. One of the things that made him most anxious was the letter his father wrote to him, he couldn't understand why his father couldn't even get involved in the unjust, false and wrongful case, and relied on a letter with no beginning or end to convey information to him? What the hell is going on out there?

He calmed down, peeled back the 72 hours of interrogation before he came in, slowly sorted out the logic of the police questioning, and actually sorted out an inference that was very similar to the chain of evidence of the task force, and when dawn came, he fully understood the disadvantage he was about to face.

But there is one thing that has never been thought through, and that is that the evidence of the police is actually based on a key assumption, that is, after Zhan Yu entered his home, he never left. If this basis turns out to be a pseudohypothesis, then all other relevant evidence is untenable. The fact is that Zhan Yu did leave, but the surveillance camera at the gate of the community did not capture the picture of him leaving, what is the problem? Could it be that Zhan Yu will fly out with wings or be like Tuxingsun?

He also thought of Ji Xiaoou this night, and wondered if her severe cold had been cured? What would she think if she knew that he was being a suspect in Zhan Yu's murder? Will you believe that he is innocent?

Ji Xiaoou has been annoyed, and the irritation and rigor suddenly disappeared inexplicably. She quarreled with him and quarreled, and her first reaction when she really encountered difficulties was to find him, but since the two quarreled on the phone that day when she was young, she could no longer contact him. Calling his mobile phone, for several days it was "the user you called is turned off". She was very annoyed, thinking that Rigor was angry with her so that she deliberately couldn't find him, and scolded "little family anger" hundreds of times in her heart, planning to settle accounts with him after finishing Zhan Yu's affairs.

The twenty-sixth day of the lunar month is the day of the folk tradition of "washing Fulu", and it is also the day of the farewell memorial service and cremation of Zhan Yu, which has been chosen. Two days ago, Zhan Yu's father received a notice from the task force that the suspect had been locked, and Zhan Yu, who had been lying in the freezer for more than a month, could finally be buried.

According to custom, those who died a few years ago must finish their funeral affairs before the year, so even if the time is in a hurry and Ji Xiaoou is dizzy, he still fights his spirit to go around, buy shrouds, rent a mourning hall, invite a band, order urns, order wreaths, and book buses...... She has never handled a funeral alone, and she never dreamed that the people of old Beijing would do a funeral, there is so much red tape, and spending money is the same as running water, and the matter of buying a cemetery has not been put on the agenda, she has spent more than 30,000 yuan, no wonder people say that modern people can't even afford to die. Under the pressure of these trivial matters, the grief that should have been there retreated to the back of the hustle and bustle.

It was easy to survive until the twenty-sixth day, Ji Xiaoou woke up and felt that his head hurt as if he had been pierced into a steel needle, and his chest was more like pressing a boulder and couldn't breathe, looking in the mirror, the two scorched black eye circles were comparable to American treasures. Zhao Yamin saw that her face was really ugly, and she was coughing badly, so she told her before going to work that she would not go anywhere, and hurry up to the hospital to take a chest X-ray, and if necessary, she would give an infusion as soon as possible to reduce inflammation.

Ji Xiaoou agreed, and when Zhao Yamin left, he still struggled to change his clothes and rushed to the funeral home in Babaoshan. Today is the final goodbye to Zhan Yu, and she can't help but go.

Ji Xiaoou originally thought that there would not be too many people at the memorial service, and there would not be more than 40 relatives, friends, teachers and classmates, so he only ordered a medium-sized mourning hall. There was a traffic jam on the road, and when she arrived at the funeral home, she was more than 20 minutes later than scheduled. As soon as she stepped into the mourning hall, she was frightened by the black head in the room. In a place that can only accommodate 50 people, at least more than 100 people are crammed in, and there are many media reporters carrying spears and cannons.

She had never seen such a scene, she was blindsided for a while, standing at the door and being pushed around, it took a long time to react, grabbed a strange-looking man and asked, "Excuse me, did you go to the wrong mourning hall?" ”

The man pointed to the black-and-white photo in the middle of the mourning hall: "How come?" It's for Zhan Yu! ”

"And who are you?"

The man looked her up and down and asked unceremoniously, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm his sister."

"Ouch," the man's expression suddenly became solemn, "I'm sorry, I also saw the memorial service held today from the Internet, and I came here to send it off." ”

Ji Xiaoou pointed at the crowd in front of him with his hand: "Are those all netizens?" ”

"It should be."

"How did those reporters find out?"

The man looked at her: "You don't use the Internet much, do you?" How big is this case now, they probably saw it from the Internet. ”

After getting the answer, Ji Xiaoou didn't care about talking to him anymore, and struggled to separate the crowd and find Aunt Zhan Yu, who was in charge of the overall situation as a representative of the family today. Obviously, she was also confused about the situation in front of her, and in the cold winter, Layue actually sweated in her head, and half of her usual pungency disappeared.

"Xiao Ji," she asked in a panic, "what's going on?" How did so many people come? ”

Ji Xiaoou patted her on the back and comforted: "Auntie, don't worry about those people, just follow the order we discussed yesterday, what to do." ”

Ji Xiaoou didn't expect that there would be more unexpected things waiting for them later. Zhan Yu's teacher delivered a condolence speech on behalf of the school, and just read the beginning of the written manuscript, he was interrupted, and there was a commotion at the door of the mourning hall, and then a road automatically separated in the middle of the crowd, and someone rushed in at a trot: "The leaders of the city bureau have come to visit the family!" What about family members? Hurry up, come here! ”

Because there was a custom in old Beijing that white-haired people did not send black-haired people, Zhan Yu's parents did not follow them to the funeral home. None of the relatives of the Zhan family present expected such a scene to be inserted in mid-air. These people are usually hard-mouthed, boasting that they were born in the imperial city and are well-informed, but when they really encounter a big scene, they have stage fright, they look at each other, they don't know how to deal with it at all, and they all go out and go out one by two.

Ji Xiaoou forgot his identity in a hurry, squeezed over from the position where the guest was standing, pushed the sister-in-law to the first place in the family queue and stood up, and then rearranged the other relatives according to the relationship between relatives and relatives. Please believe in us, and believe that our public security officers and police will definitely take the facts as the basis and the law as the criterion, deal with them fairly, and severely punish the murderers. ”

Aunt Zhan Yu is wearing a new black dress today, she has good facial features, at this moment, under the flashing lights one after another, tears are horizontal, and she also holds each other's hands tightly, her voice is full of emotion, and her words are extremely decent: "Thank you to the party, thank the country, thank the government, and thank the leaders for their concern!" "The performance is similar to that of the emotionally stable normal family members that often appear on TV.

Ji Xiaoou was very surprised, and then remembered that she was also said to be a trade union cadre in the factory before she was laid off, no wonder she was so familiar with official articles, and she could only perform at a super level at a very high level.

When the person next to the leader sent condolences to her, her tears flowed more urgently, and she muttered repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for the government's ......"

Ji Xiaoou didn't want to watch this pretentious scene anymore, and didn't understand how even a normal aunt and nephew relationship could become so fake as soon as it entered the official media propaganda routine? She turned her head to face the large photograph of Zhan Yu. The corners of Zhan Yu's mouth lifted slightly, with an imperceptible mockery. It seems that all the rituals and scenes today have nothing to do with him, and he is also laughing at this ridiculous scene in the world.

As soon as the leaders left the mourning hall, most of the media followed suit, and it is estimated that they came for news such as "the party and government leaders of the municipal bureau cordially condolences to the families of the victims of '12.29'" on the front page of tomorrow. As soon as these people left, the mourning hall was much quieter.

Finally, when it was time to say goodbye to the body at the end, relatives, friends and students automatically stood in two rows and walked slowly around the deceased. After this circle, Zhan Yu will be pushed into the crematorium, and he will be wiped out, and he will never see his parents and relatives again. The mourning hall reverberated with the sound of mourning, whimpering and crying.

Ji Xiaoou walked over slowly, tears couldn't stop flowing. Zhan Yu lay in a glass cover, lying among the flowers, covered from head to toe with a white cloth. Ji Xiaoou wanted to lift the white cloth to say his final goodbye to him, but was politely persuaded by the makeup artist of the funeral home. He said, "Girl, you still remember what he was like when he was alive." If he had been conscious, he would not have been willing to be seen by you as he is now. Ji Xiaoou fully understood what he meant, so he just touched the top of Zhan Yu's head one last time through the white cloth, and the cold feeling pierced her palm like a needle.

Thinking of the first time she met Zhan Yu, the young man in the subway who amazed her wholeheartedly, left coldly like this, never to meet again, Ji Xiaoou seemed to have returned to the day of her grandmother's cremation, the sorrow in her heart was like a smashed glass ballast, cutting the shell of every nerve, leaving the sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow in her body for a long time. But she knew that no matter how much pain she felt at the moment, it was like a layer of tough leather, because her heart had not yet fully accepted the death of the deceased. The biggest pain will be in the future, in every inadvertent moment, suddenly remembering the bits and pieces of his life, and understanding that the sadness of fate in this life has ended and never seen each other again in the next life is the most hurtful weapon.

The spiritual bed carrying Zhan Yu was descending extremely slowly, and it would descend from the mourning hall into the incineration room on the ground floor, and everyone watched silently, because the last moment had come, and after this glance, it would be an eternal farewell to this life and this life.

The mourning stopped, and the room finally quieted down, but there was a heart-rending scream that suddenly penetrated the mourning hall: "Xiao Yu ......" A woman with a cloak and hair almost rushed into the mourning hall.

Ji Xiaoou's surprise was not trivial, he was so stunned that he shouted in a hoarse voice in anger: "Stop her!" But the people in the mourning hall seemed to be frightened by Fang Cai's scream, and for a while, no one moved to stop them, and watched Li Meiqin staggering onto the spirit bed, clutching the edge of the spirit bed, and about to crawl on the spirit bed, crying as she crawled: "Son, mom is late, let mom see you, I won't see you again, Xiao Yu, ......"

The frame of the mourning bed shook violently, making a creaking noise. The funeral home master of ceremonies standing next to her tried to pull her down, but she slapped him with one free hand. The other party was slapped coldly, angry, and wanted to fight back, but the relatives next to him hurriedly went to stop him, and the two sides immediately scuffled together. The people standing in front were afraid of their own disasters and were in a hurry to retreat, and the people in the back were worried about missing the excitement and squeezed forward desperately, and the mourning hall suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Ji Xiaoou stomped his feet with regret, he just wanted to give himself a mouthful, and he regretted that he didn't ask for the closure just now. Not allowing Li Meiqin to attend today's farewell ceremony was a decision that most of her relatives agreed with last night. So when she set off early this morning, she deliberately left two relatives of her mother's family at home to take care of her. But I didn't expect her to come anyway. At this moment, she was afraid that Li Meiqin would lift the white cloth sheet - she only knew that Zhan Yu was dead and killed, but she didn't know that he died so miserably, he was stabbed several times, the knife was fatal, and there was no corpse. Everyone hid the news from Li Meiqin, no one dared to talk to her about it in person, and no one dared to see Zhan Yu's final appearance. Ji Xiaoou couldn't imagine what kind of scene would be below once the white cloth sheet was lifted? She was only afraid that Li Meiqin would go crazy on the spot.

She wanted to hurry over, but the surroundings were too chaotic, and she went against the flow of people, stumbled on someone's leg, and suddenly lost her balance and fell to the floor. Without bothering to check the burning knees, she got up and pushed the people in front of her and squeezed in, and finally hugged Li Meiqin.

"Auntie, auntie, auntie, don't be like this."

"Mai Trin, you can't do this, you'll scare the child."

She and her sister-in-law hugged Li Meiqin and walked to the door, both of them were crying, crying and persuading, "Let's go out, let's go out and talk about it, okay?" At the same time, he motioned to the staff of the funeral home and asked them to quickly get rid of the funeral bed.

Li Meiqin broke out with an even sharper cry: "Xiao Yu, what's the point of living when you're gone?" Xiao Yu, take your mother away! The poignant echo reverberated in Ji Xiaoou's ears, and she lost her sense of hearing in an instant. At this moment, Li Meiqin's strength was suddenly amazing, and she actually threw off Ji Xiaoou and her sister-in-law one after another, and threw herself on the spiritual bed again. The staff saw many scenes of life and death, and they were very impatient, and they did not hesitate to break her fingers. She was thrown to the ground, and two men came up and lifted her up. Li Meiqin struggled desperately, her two legs that had been weak for a long time kicked and kicked, and there was a "hissing" sound in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were full of white foam, like a madwoman. She had been lifted out of the mourning hall before she was put down. After all, she was sick, and the big fight just now had completely exhausted her physical strength, and she was completely relieved, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, and her voice was weak.

"Xiao Yu, didn't you say that you want to buy a house with an elevator for your mother, so that your mother can go out whenever she wants? Mom waits, waits, how many years do you want Mom to wait, how many years do Mom see you again......"

The bed finally descended, disappeared from sight, landed on a cart below, and was pushed down a long corridor that everyone ended up walking alone on the loneliest stretch of road.

Ji Xiaoou walked out of the mourning hall quickly, she thought she would cry again. But no. Her tears were like broken faucets, and her eyes were unusually dry. Through the window of the hallway, she saw the dry branches of the locust tree outside, which must be green in the spring. But when the leaves fall, they will come back, and a living person will be gone, but they will never see each other again in this life. This messy ending is unbelievably simple and hasty compared to a long life. Tears finally flowed out and floated on the surface of her eyes like a magnifying glass, and she saw the largest sunset in her life, slowly moving above the trees, and the dark red light smeared half of the sky. Against this magnificent backdrop, wisps of green smoke rose from the tall chimney of the incinerator, and I don't know whose soul floated to the sky.

She couldn't help but get down on her knees, clasp her hands and murmur a prayer: "O God, look upon him, have mercy on him, forgive him for all his faults, accept him in eternal light, and may his soul be led by you to eternal life, peace, and joy in the kingdom of God." Please comfort his mother and help her to find peace in the grief and pain of the loss of her loved one at this time, until we see each other again on that day. ”

Ji Xiaoou did not take the bus back to the city with the relatives of the Zhan family. As soon as the ceremony was over, she heard someone complaining, loud and loud, just enough for her to hear: the mourning hall was too simple, the ceremony was too simple, and the wreath was too light...... So for these people, she just hopes that she will never see each other again in this life. The only one who worries is Li Meiqin. Other people's grief is true or false, I am afraid that most of them will disappear when they leave the funeral home, and the only one who is really painful and will continue to suffer is Li Meiqin, she is afraid that she will not be able to survive this hurdle. But at this time, she can't take care of Li Meiqin, she has to take care of her own life first. As soon as the ritual was over, she felt exhausted, her ears buzzing, and she seemed to be able to fall to the ground and pass out at any moment. After the memorial service was completed, everything that should be burned was burned clean, and everyone helped Li Meiqin to wait for Zhan Yu's ashes, and the idle people were almost scattered, and she was finally able to get out.

There are almost no taxis on the way back to the city, and very few drivers are willing to come to a place as obscure as the funeral home crematorium. There were a lot of black cars parked on the side of the road, and Ji Xiaoou gave up when he asked the price, almost three times that of a normal taxi. She made a beeline for the bus stop not far away and boarded a bus into town.

There were not many passengers at the departure station, so she found a seat in the penultimate row, in order to avoid the possibility of giving up her seat later, and at this time she had no physical strength to learn from Lei Feng.

The car started, and she closed her eyes and rested against the window. It's been five or six days in a row, and I haven't slept more than five hours a day, plus a severe cold, and after a while, I feel like a mountain of tiredness sweeping over. It seemed that someone sat down next to her, accosted her, and called her name. Ji Xiaoou wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to have become a thousand pounds, and she couldn't break free from the heavy sleepiness, and in a trance, it was like taking a nap, and in about a few seconds, she saw Zhan Yu standing in front of her, wearing the red and black diamond-shaped checkered sweater she gave him, waving to her with a smile.

Ji Xiaoou woke up suddenly, opened his eyes to see the surrounding environment clearly, and saw that he was on a suburban bus with leaky air everywhere, busy and closed again. The scene just now was like a freeze-frame picture, so close, so clear, even every tiny detail on Zhan Yu's face was clear. Zhan Yu in reality always laughs with a trace of bitterness that cannot be erased, but Zhan Yu in the dream smiles extremely brightly, as if he has got rid of all the struggles and shackles of life, rather than the eternal life and death with youth and beauty and relatives.

Her eyes were hot again, and tears were rolling in them. She felt that Zhan Yu was willing to dream of her, it must be to show his understanding and tolerance, and no longer care about her excessive words. Just as the tears were about to fall, someone gently patted her on the shoulder: "Xiaoou." ”

Ji Xiaoou turned his face and saw the people around him clearly through his blurred teary eyes. The people around him have a white face, a lot of hair wax on their hair, a small comb is used to comb out fine lines above the door of the head, and the dark blue checkered scarf around the neck is very similar to the temperament of the Republic of China a hundred years ago. Ji Xiaoou was so excited by his image that he shuddered, and he was completely sober.

"Lin Haipeng, why are you here?"

Lin Haipeng said: "I have always been behind you. You didn't see me. ”

"I almost don't recognize you." Ji Xiaoou frowned and looked at him, "Dressed like this, it's almost comparable to the white-faced people who ate soft rice on the beach back then." ”

Lin Haipeng sighed: "Don't talk so exaggerated, okay?" Save face. In fact, you are the same, looking at your face, it is pale and white, not ruddy at all, just like a drug addict. ”

Ji Xiaoou glanced at him: "You just take drugs." ”

Lin Haipeng smiled: "Zhongqi is so sufficient, it seems to be fine, I'm still worried that you are sick." ”

Ji Xiaoou was a little embarrassed to say this, although her mouth was poisonous, she was not a person who didn't know what to do. It is the nature of having nothing to say, she asked Lin Haipeng: "At the end of the year, don't you prepare some New Year's goods to buy tickets and go home, what are you doing here?" ”

Lin Haipeng said: "Look at the excitement. It's so lively on the Internet, it's a pity not to come and see it. ”

Ji Xiaoou turned his face, looked him up and down and looked him carefully a few times, "Look at the excitement? Coming to the funeral home to see the excitement? Are you sick? ”

"There is no illness, but there is curiosity." Lin Haipeng ignored her meanness, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "The two men my ex-girlfriend knew, one was killed as an MB, and the second generation of officials became a murder suspect, this excitement is not something that can be encountered every day." ”

Ji Xiaoou only felt that his brain was surprisingly dull at this moment, and he went back and forth in his mind a few times, but he still didn't understand the meaning: "What are you talking nonsense?" Ex-girlfriend? Is that what you are talking about? ”

"yes, who else but you?" Lin Haipeng faced her, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of excited light, "I told you, those high-ranking cadres don't have any good things, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling and smoking, there is nothing they dare not do, you didn't like to listen to it at the time, and left with your hands." Well, am I right? This second-generation official even killed people, and it is a good story that the eldest husband is angry at the crown and is red-faced, but what is it that he is a man and is an MB? ”

Ji Xiaoou became more and more confused when he heard it: "Who are you talking about?" Preciseness? ”

"Isn't he who?"

"Lin Haipeng!" Ji Xiaoou was furious, her voice was hoarse, but the momentum was still there, "The one who harmed Zhan Yu was a pimp, this person ran away, and the Public Security Bureau was still looking for him." You talk nonsense to my face, aren't you afraid that I will whip you? ”

This time it was Lin Haipeng's turn to be surprised, he stared at Ji Xiaoou for a while, as if he suddenly understood, and smiled dumbly: "Don't you know that the murderer has been caught?" Xiaoou, how long has it been since you went online? ”

"A week." Ji Xiaoou's eyes widened, "What's the matter?" ”

"Then it's no wonder." Lin Haipeng has always been reserved, and even his smile seems to be the size and arc planned with a ruler and compass, but at this moment, he smiled as if he was out of control, he lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone for a while, and then handed it to Ji Xiaoou, "Take a look." ”

He was using the latest model of iPhone, Ji Xiaoou didn't want to take it, but his eyes were directly hooked by the content on the screen. Lin Haipeng just used Baidu to search for the two keywords "rigorous" and "corpse crushing case", and the whole webpage was a news with the same title, "12.29 corpse crushing case: the arrogant second generation of officials is arrogant in power", which is obviously the result of being reprinted in a large number of times in a short period of time.

Ji Xiaoou's heart seemed to skip a beat. In the past few days, she has gone out early and returned late, and she is not used to surfing the Internet on her mobile phone, so she really seems to have missed important events. She took her mobile phone, clicked on one of them, and only read a few lines, especially when she saw that the murder suspect who was strictly the "12.29 corpse crushing case" had been criminally detained, her hands trembled. The person who wrote the article is called "Messenger of Justice", and his writing is excellent, using skillful and sensational words to depict the story of an arrogant and domineering high-ranking cadre, who begged but could not hate because of love, and finally killed people and broke the corpse, with detailed details, as if the whole process was witnessed by the writer himself. The author of the article has a very accurate grasp of the mentality of netizens, and fully knows when to sensationalize and when to be indignant, especially emphasizing that so many high-level police officers cover up for a second-generation official, and have not yet made a formal arrest, this is not madness, it is the extreme contempt of power for the world, and finally it is sublimated into a conclusion: everything is because of the unfair system, which will cause the children of poor families to have no way to seek help and no way to rise. However, the second generation of officials relied on their wealth and power resources to wantonly destroy and trample on social and public norms and the bottom line of the law. This conclusion seems to be integrated with the current pent-up public opinion, which has given rise to a snowball of crazy retweets and comments on the Internet.

Ji Xiaoou didn't look into it much, the first few lines of words filled her chest, which already made it difficult for her to breathe. She only felt that all the sounds around her were suddenly amplified, the roar of the car engine seemed to be a heavy tank running over the ground, the voices of the surrounding passengers were like high-frequency decibels hitting the eardrums, and the beating of her own heart was like a drum.

It turned out that Yan Yan had not contacted her because she had entered the detention center.

It turned out that the one who killed Zhan Yu was actually rigorous?! After killing someone, the brutal dismemberment of the body is actually rigorous?!

Is it possible? How can it be? How could he have done such a thing? Hasn't he been helping Zhan Yu all the time, why did he end up doing such a thing? Why?

God, I know that all my circumstances and experiences are tools for you to test me and to benefit from them. But this trial filled my heart with doubt and darkness. God, I know you will understand my weakness, but I still beg you, please give me enough wisdom to see the darkest parts of human nature!