Zhao Qianqian, who had just disappeared at the gate of the courtyard, didn't seem to hear Ouyang Ping's words—or didn't bring Ouyang Ping back to call her—she ignored Ouyang Ping and continued her way

"Miss Zhao, please wait a minute." Ouyang Ping chased to the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Qianqian finally stopped, she turned around and looked at Ouyang Ping unusually calmly. She grabbed the head of the bicycle with her right hand and combed her long hair with her left.

"Miss Zhao, let's find out a little bit about the situation."

Zhao Qianqian looked at her watch: "You are—"

"I'm from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and my name is Ouyang Ping."

"What do you want to know?" Zhao Qianqian whispered slowly.

"We found a male corpse in the well of the Chen family's compound, where you used to live. If it's not convenient for you now, we can arrange another time. The exact time is up to you. ”

"I'm sorry - I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do, so be it! Tomorrow morning, okay? ”

"Okay, where to talk?"

"I'll go to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to find you. Fortunately, your public security bureau is relatively close to our library. ”

"Can you give an approximate time?"

"Tomorrow morning, when are you going to work?"

"We don't have a fixed time to work, and it's convenient for us to go to work whenever we want."

"Tomorrow morning around seven o'clock, can you see it?"

"Very good, tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, we will wait for you, you tell the doorman to find Ouyang Ping, and the doorman will lead you to me."

"Okay. Then I'm gone. ”

"See you tomorrow."

"Goodbye."

The old man closed the courtyard door, returned to the hall with Ouyang Ping, and the conversation continued.

At this time, the old man remembered to pour water for everyone: "I'll go pour a few glasses of water, you wait a while." ”

"Aunt Zhao, don't pour water, we're not thirsty." Han Lingling helped the old man sit down.

Ouyang Ping took out a simulated portrait from his purse and handed it to the old man: "Auntie, have you seen this person?" ”

The author would like to add here by the way that Ouyang Ping has arranged for Director Qi to post a mock portrait of the deceased (along with a notice) on the streets near Xie Juren Lane and Xie Juren Lane. Criminal investigation work, from a certain point of view, is a people's war. It is definitely not possible to rely on a few people to fight alone.

The old man took the photo and looked at it carefully for a while, her brows furrowed.

"Auntie, do you have any impression of this person?"

The old man put the mock portrait in the distance, looked left and right: "Look at this face, this eyebrow and eyes, it seems that I have seen it somewhere." ”

The old man had actually seen this face. Ouyang Ping's eyes lit up: "Auntie, who is this person?" ”

"It's like I've seen it, but I just can't remember who it is."

Isn't it contradictory that the three of them suddenly wondered, had seen it, but couldn't remember who it was?

"Auntie, this person was unfortunately killed in the late summer and early autumn last year, please recall it carefully."

"I can't really remember this at this time, I'm getting older, and my memory is not as good as it used to be."

Ouyang Ping was conducting a rescue excavation, and the information stored in the old man's memory was fleeting: "The age of this person is about thirty-six years old. Ouyang Ping remembered Guo Lao's words, "When he was killed, he was wearing a white shirt and brown trousers, and this person's hair was very short, only so long. Ouyang Ping said as he used his right thumb and index finger to gauge the length of his hair (about two centimeters long).

"Comrade Public Security, when you say this, my brain is confused again."

Ouyang Ping tried to use details and more specific descriptions to help the old man recall, but he didn't expect it to backfire, which surprised Ouyang Ping very much. Yan Jianhua and Han Lingling were also confused.

If you want to find what is in your memory, sometimes you need to use certain media, and Ouyang Ping found the wrong medium.

What kind of media can help the elderly search for specific information in their memories?

"Auntie, please take a closer look at this simulated portrait."

The old man took the mock portrait again, and this time, the situation was even worse, and she shook her head as she watched, and at the same time said to herself: "It's quite familiar, why can't you remember?" ”

"Auntie, so be it! This simulated portrait, we leave it to you, don't worry, you think slowly, if you are really familiar with this face, you must be able to remember who he is. ”

"Comrade Public Security, why don't you do it! The old man will be back in a moment, and if you ask him, he will probably remember that he has a better memory than I do. ”

"Where's your daughter Qingqing?"

"Qingqing is already married, and she comes back once a week."

"What unit does she work for?"

"She works at the post office, at the Xinjiekou post office. I'll pour you a cup of tea, you sit down for a while, and I'll go to the cultural center and call the old man back. ”

"We're delaying you from making dinner." Ouyang Ping looked at his watch, the time was 6:25.

"It's not in the way, as long as Qianqian doesn't eat at home, the old man and I can eat whenever we want."

"The cultural center is not far away?"

"It's not far, it's at the head of the Seven Mile Bridge."

Qili Qiaotou is where Yan Jianhua parked.

When the old man was leaving, he took three puff fans from the back room and put them on the big table, and then walked out of the hall.

After the old man left for a while, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and the old couple walked into the courtyard gate one after the other. Zhao Yaru walked in front, holding a folding fan in his right hand and a purple sand teapot in his left hand.

Zhao Yaru's temples were already white, and the old man's face was carved with many wrinkles.

Yan Jianhua took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two, and handed one to Zhao Yaru: "Teacher Zhao, please smoke." ”

Teacher Zhao pushed the cigarette away: "I have asthma and haven't smoked for many years. When Zhao Yaru spoke, his mid-air was not very sufficient, his speed was relatively slow, and there were many pauses, which was probably the main reason why he rarely hung his throat!