After all, ten years have passed since the bus crash of the West Leng Printing Agency, and many clues have disappeared, but fortunately, there are some news reports on the Internet.

Fang Yi browsed through several articles, and although the details were different, the content was much the same.

On October 25, 2008, Hangjin City No. 318 bus, at 21:30 at the end of the night, from Shifengtun to Wenxiang Road Bus Terminal on the way, somehow deviated from the route, all the way at a speed of 70KM per hour, during the period did not pause, about two hours later, in Louta Town outside the mountain road bizarre fall off the cliff, including the bus driver Fu Mou, the whole car 16 passengers did not survive.

This is the description of the case that happened that year.

There was no homicide, any removal of the body, or any use of alcohol to cover it up, and the case was finally closed by accident.

Regarding this case, there are also many people on the Internet who question it, and so far there are people on everyone Zhihu and Tieba who are discussing this case, after all, it is a major accident with more than a dozen lives, and many people feel that the police's final conclusion is too hasty, and they have not given a convincing result.

Why would a bus driver ignore his job and drive to such a remote mountainous area?

Was the cliff fall really just an accident?

Many people are guessing, and some people are putting forward the carjacking theory, which is almost close to the truth. But none of this is founded, the streets of a decade ago were not as full of surveillance as they are today, so no one knows what happened to the last train that behaved strangely late at night.

This is really a headless murder case.

"Well, let me take care of this matter with a mouse again."

Fang Yi sighed, but he didn't complain at all, on the contrary, he was quite happy to serve it, after all, the two serial killers were still at large and had not received the punishment they deserved.

But after all, that's eighteen lives.

Counting the rotting corpses carried by the two murderers, that's nineteen lives!

It would be unreasonable not to let the murderer pay for it.

He immediately called Cui Shenglong.

"Hey, Lao Cui, ten years ago, the case of the No. 318 bus falling off the cliff, I think there are some places worth studying."

"Bus 318?"

It seems that Cui Shenglong has also heard of this unsolved case, and said, "Why did you suddenly pay attention to this case, how many years have it been closed?" ”

"If it's really like the police said it was an accident back then, you have only been in the industry for so two years, how can you know about this case?"

Fang smiled, "This shows that you newly appointed criminal police officers are also discussing that case, and you also feel that there is something strange about that case." ”

Cui Shenglong said: "There must be something strange, otherwise how can you explain why the bus driver is not good at driving in the city and has to run to the mountains fifty kilometers away and fall off the cliff?" ”

Fang Yiyi hit the nail on the head: "It must be the result of someone carjacking." ”

Cui Shenglong said: "Although there was no monitoring at that time, and the efficiency of solving the case was far less than today, but you don't want to be a fool of the police, who hasn't considered the possibility of carjacking?" But the problem is that there is no evidence. I'm afraid you haven't seen the photos of the scene, the whole car is burned, the whole car is charred, and you can't find any clues at all. ”

Fang Yiyi: "Well, that's true. ”

Cui Shenglong said: "Why do you suddenly care about this stubble?" ”

Fang Yiyi: "I don't know, I have suddenly been very interested in these strange cases recently, and it may be that I feel quite enjoyable after solving two cases, and I want to continue to do something good for the people." ”

He didn't believe it himself.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that while brushing tasks, you really want to do something good for the people.

Cui Shenglong smiled: "Want to do good things for the people? Then you help the grandmother cross the street, why do you have to delve into these unsolved cases...... You're typical of idleness and nothing to do. But I appreciate your hobby, if you really find any clues, remember to call me as soon as possible, I'll be busy first. Bye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Fang Yi muttered, "Yes, this time you owe me a big favor again." ”

He can see that it can't help Cui Shenglong at this stage, so he can only rely on himself to find some clues.

In short, this case must be overturned, and Xiao Hongzhe will not be able to overturn the case.

And at present, among the information he has, there seems to be only one clue......

Approaching midnight, Fang Yi once again came to the bus stop outside the Sileng Printing Society.

It's still half past eleven, and there is still half an hour before the ghost car haunts.

He came so early this time, and it was indeed not to wait for the ghost car.

But......

The fire is flickering.

In the silence of a deserted winter night.

An old man, wearing an old black cotton jacket, was squatting in the middle of the road, holding a stack of funeral yellow paper, throwing it into the fire in front of him, one by one.

Fang Yi hid in the alley, leaned out half of his body to observe the old man, and a hint of joy suddenly flashed in his eyes that shone with a slight green light.

It really was him!

Fang Yi thought for a moment, and immediately stepped forward slowly.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man subconsciously turned his head to look, with a hint of horror on his face, probably frightened.

Thinking about it, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind me in the middle of the night, who didn't panic? What's more, he burns paper here, and he himself is a superstitious person of ghosts and gods.

Although the old man's face was much older than Fang Yi's memory, after all, ten years had passed, but Fang Yi's close observation was still a familiar outline, so he was even more sure that this old man was the person he was looking for.

The old man who was the first to find two murderers on the bus carrying the corpses and pulling his granddaughter to run away in a hurry!

On the bus back then, only this old man was a survivor.

"Uncle Qiu, hello."

Fang Yi looked at him condescendingly.

The old man slowly stood up, and after the initial fright, he had regained his composure: "Young man, how do you know me?" Is there anything wrong with you? ”

He could see that Fang Yi was coming for him.

Fang Yiyi: "I'm just curious, Uncle Qiu, why do you come here every night to burn paper." ”

The old man's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Hey, it's nothing, it's just that there is a tall building blocking the corner in front of you, and the old man has a car accident, and my old man is idle alone, so I burn a paper on this road every day, so that the ghosts and gods around me can take care of the cars and people who come and go, and bless them from anything serious." ”

Fang Yiyi's expression on his face: "Oh? Is that really the case? ”

The old man sighed to himself: "People, living in the world, it is inevitable that there will be accidents, and it may not be much blessed to ask for yourself, and your life is still determined by heaven." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and continued to bend down and burn paper.

Fang Yi looked at his slightly rickety back, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Uncle Qiu, I guess you didn't burn paper to pray for passers-by, but to apologize to the 318 bus passengers who died that year, right?"