Xie Qingqing's father, Xie Wenyuan, is the leader of the Xuzhou City Police Department, and the three lives of the district and county must be reported to the city bureau. After receiving the alarm, Xie Wenyuan immediately organized a criminal investigation team to rush to the scene.

A family of three was all strangled to death. The murderer was Zhang Mei, and the murder weapon was a guitar.

A string on the guitar, to be exact.

The guitar is also known as the six-stringed instrument, and Zhang Mei kills people with the sixth line bass E string.

Hearing Xie Qingqing say the word guitar, my uncle's brows furrowed, and my heart trembled, the male ghost painted by Zhang Mei drowned with a guitar.

Now Zhang Mei has returned to her hometown and started to make trouble, controlling her to kill the whole family of three with guitar strings. Obviously, the real target of revenge is not Zhang Mei, but the Zhang family. Thinking of Zhang Mei's vicious curse of her father before, perhaps Wei's resentment was caused by Zhang Mei's father.

"What did the police say?" I asked.

"The evidence shows that Zhang Mei strangled her family one by one while they were asleep."

"Zhang Mei also admitted it?"

"She's gone crazy."

Because the murderer was her classmate, Xie Qingqing investigated this case very clearly. Zhang Mei is the eldest daughter and was born in a patriarchal family. Since the birth of their younger brother, the parents' hearts have been all on their son, and they don't care about this ordinary-looking daughter with average grades, and they either beat or scold.

After Zhang Mei returned home, she had an argument with her parents, and according to the neighbor's confession, the quarrel was still very fierce, and this happened that night.

If there was no incident of Zhang Mei painting ghosts, it would be easy to characterize this case, which is the phenomenon of the first child and the second child competing for favor in society, but Zhang Mei is more extreme.

But after Zhang Mei's ghost appeared, especially if she used guitar strings to kill people, this incident was a bit weird.

"Let's get to the end of this, the facts are clear." The uncle, who had been silent, said.

"Hehe, this is called clear facts? Zhang Mei doesn't know musical instruments at all, so why should she bring a guitar home? Xie Qingqing said with a sneer.

"A guitar doesn't prove anything." Uncle said.

"yes, then you take a closer look at this."

Xie Qingqing took out a photo, a photo of an acoustic guitar. The evenly glazed spruce guitar has a somewhat retro shape, with only five of the six strings now left, and the missing is the sixth bass E string.

I couldn't see anything, but my brother-in-law had changed his face.

"I looked for Ms. Jiang, and she confirmed that the guitar shape in the photo was exactly the same as the one in Zhang Mei's painting." Xie Qingqing said.

When she said this, there was a look of excitement on her face, and I used to know her only as a talkative and self-acquainted. But now she looked full of curiosity, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Little girl, there are some things that cannot be touched, and I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, so as not to get into trouble. And even if the facts are clarified, Zhang Mei's life has been ruined. Uncle Zhengse said.

"I'm not afraid of getting into trouble, and I don't care about Zhang Mei, I just want to know what the truth is. How much it costs, whatever you want. ”

A woman's curiosity is the most terrifying, and she has met a master like Xie Qingqing, who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

"I don't want money, as long as you can let Qin Huan return to school afterwards."

"This matter is simple, no matter whether it can be concluded or not, Qin Huan can go to the original class to report after the official start of school." Xie Qingqing agreed.

The uncle asked her to start with the acoustic guitar first, check the source of the guitar first, and then notify him when the results are available.

After Xie Qingqing left, I asked my uncle why he didn't want money this time, and Xie Qingqing made it clear that he was a big family.

"Do you want bullshit money to buy yourself a coffin? Alas, I thought I had managed to get out, but who knows that I was still mixed up by your future daughter-in-law. Now that we're both stained with the cause and effect of the striking, it's not over. ”

The next afternoon, Xie Qingqing brought a phone call, saying that she had found a clue about the guitar and asked us to go to the Qingfeng Musical Instrument Store on Fengyuan Road to find her.

Qingfeng Musical Instrument Store is in an alley in the old town of Xuzhou, and it has been many years since I saw the decoration of the store. The musical instruments in the store are also old styles of Yishui, and most of them are guitars. When we went, Xiong Da Xiong Er was waiting at the door, and Xie Qingqing was talking to the shopkeeper inside.

"I inquired, Zhang Mei's guitar was bought at this store." Seeing us, Xie Qingqing walked out of the store and whispered to us.

The owner was an old man in his sixties, dressed in a satin robe and a pair of brown glasses.

"You're here to buy a White Pigeon guitar, right? It's not that I'm bragging, I can't buy this brand of guitar anywhere in China except me. The White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory closed down twenty years ago, and all of the handpieces in my store are out of print. The old man pushed his glasses and said proudly.

"Oh. Why did it go out of business? Uncle asked.

"It is said that it was because of the murder, and there was a lot of uproar at the time. It's a pity that the guitar technicians at the beginning were handmade, with fine workmanship and perfect tone. If you don't believe it, you can try it on the spot, the sound of mountains and flowing water. ”

After speaking, the old man picked up a guitar that was exactly the same as in the photo from the shelf and handed it over, and the uncle took it and played a song on the spot, which was cheerful and very pleasant.

"How's that, isn't this a great sound stick?"

"Very nice. I like to listen to stories, can you tell us about what happened to the white dove instrument in the first place? After the uncle finished speaking, he handed a cigarette over.

"Well, that's a long story."

Twenty years ago, there was a female guitar technician named Wang Fang in the White Pigeon Guitar Factory, who belonged to the kind of family that was particularly difficult, middle-aged widowed, and raised a son who was in high school alone. Her son has loved music since he was a child and wanted a guitar as a birthday present.

A guitar costs more than 200 yuan, and Wang Fang was reluctant to pay this money, so he secretly made one privately from the waste materials in the factory. Although it is a waste material, Wang Fang is full of love to make it very fine, and the quality of the product does not have to be bad at all.

After work, Wang Fang wanted to sneak the guitar out, but was blocked by the doorman. The head of the security section is a relative of the factory director, and he was humiliated, the guitar was smashed, and the job was dismissed.

Wang Fang has a stubborn personality, because it was a scandal, she didn't tell her son, she fell asleep on the bed with her head bored, and never woke up from this sleep.

Not long after, her son somehow found out the cause of his mother's death, so he came to the door to theorize. But who cares about him, he is beaten out every time.

"And then?" Xie Qingqing was fascinated by what he heard and continued to ask.

"Later, after about half a month, his son never appeared again. Some say that he was too sad and went away, others say that he ......" The old man lowered his voice, "and some say that his son was secretly instructed by the chief of the security section to sink into the emerald lake." ”

The real estate around Emerald Lake has only been developed in recent years, and it was the workshop factory area of Xuzhou City, and the park next to Longyuan Yipin Community was formerly the original White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory.

Hearing this, I probably guessed that the life experience of Wei must be that son. As for why she had a relationship with Zhang Mei's family, it is necessary to start with her father's work experience, nine times out of ten, she worked in the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory, and she also participated in the Emerald Lake Sinking Case.

I came here to listen to this story, and of course I can't listen to it in vain, Xie Qingqing paid for two guitars. However, it was not a white pigeon brand that I bought, but a new brand.

When he was about to go out, the uncle asked the old man: "Sir, did the girl who bought the white pigeon guitar the day before yesterday have any auditions?" ”

At the mention of this, the old man showed a touch of bitterness, frowned and said, "I played a song, but I almost killed the old man." ”

"What kind of tune are you playing, do you still have any impressions?"

"I'm here, I'll be able to write a paragraph for you right now."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a score. The uncle only glanced at it and put it in his pocket.

Taking the car back to Silk Street, on the way, Xie Qingqing asked his uncle why he didn't buy a white pigeon guitar. My uncle said that someone would buy the guitar and leave it to someone who was destined to do it.

At that time, I didn't understand what my uncle meant by this, and when I knew that there was another murder, I realized that what he said about the destined person was referring to an avenger like Zhang Mei.

When he arrived at the store, the uncle took out the music score written by the old man, and then started playing it with Xie Qingqing's newly bought guitar.

It's not noise, but the listener feels uncomfortable, and the uncomfortable energy can't be said. The uncle only played a section and then took the initiative to stop. Then we all breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that I was not alone in that depressed feeling.

"Uncle, what kind of tune is this?"

"Requiem of Confession among the Three Great Death Melodies in the World."