Chapter 22: Lost Soul
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Following the three treasures, Officer Liang, Master Lu, and Director Wu entered the dark air-raid shelter, and the three flashlights flickered and shook in the cave, and soon followed the guidance of the three treasures, and everyone came to the entrance of the half-human-high cave on the wall.
The first reaction of several people when they saw the cave was the same as that of Sanbao at that time, they didn't expect the rumors of the secret passage to be true, but when they thought of going into the dark secret passage, the big guys felt their hearts beat faster, their scalps were numb, and coupled with the description that Sanbao said that there were children's corpses in it, even Lao Lu and Director Wu felt that their legs and stomachs were trembling.
Sanbao took the lead in drilling into the hole, Officer Liang followed, Lao Lu and Director Wu followed closely and climbed into the dark passage, and soon the figures of the four disappeared into the darkness.
Sambo shouted as he walked, "Be careful, there's a dead dog in front of you!" "But I didn't see the dead dog all the way. Everyone didn't respond, probably because Sanbao was joking, but Sanbao muttered in his heart, what about the dead dog, why did he fly? But Sambo wouldn't have thought of it, and then an even greater shock awaited him.
Those three boxes are gone!
Sambo froze in place, he shone around, and only a few dirty empty cardboard boxes were left around. The boxes containing the corpses of the children, along with the boxes containing clothes and shoes, were missing. Sambo suddenly felt his scalp explode, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.
That murderer must have been here!
"What are you talking about...... Where are they? Officer Liang's questioning voice echoed in the empty dark passages. It's here, here, and here. Sanbao turned around anxiously, and a few people behind looked at the anxious Sanbao suspiciously.
Suddenly, Sambo found something in the corner, and he carefully kicked off the floating ash on it, and picked up a child's shoe, which had dark green and light red stripes, which looked like the kind worn by five or six-year-olds.
"This! It must have been the murderer who landed here. Sambo said worriedly.
"Hehe......" Director Wu smiled disdainfully, he took a flashlight to shine on Sanbao's confused face, "Sanbao, do you see that we are all very idle, a child's shoes you say that you killed someone, why don't you go to heaven!"
"Little Brother Sanbao, even if I believe what you say, but there is no way to make evidence for this, how can you let me check." Officer Liang was a little impatient.
"That's it, let's go back first, Sanbao, you think about it again, what's going on." Master Lu played the round.
"Truly, right here, the little boy brought me here, and he died here, with his hands and feet tied, and twenty or thirty pairs of children's shoes, and they might all have been killed." Sanbao was a little anxious and said it casually.
"Okay, little brother Sanbao, it's dark here, don't scare us. It's coming, it's this, I'll take these shoes back to the bureau to see if I can do a DNA comparison, we didn't come in vain, but this matter, before I find evidence, let's get here first, withdraw! Officer Liang waved his hand and turned around and left first.
Curator Wu hurriedly followed, and Master Lu walked up to the depressed San Bao and pulled him back.
Before Officer Liang got into the police car, San Bao suddenly opened the window of the car and said in an almost pleading tone: "Officer Liang, I know you won't believe what I saw, those things have been removed, can you give me the information about the disappearance of the child from the last twenty years ago, I know you are busy, I just want to ...... Help that kid ......"
"Soul?" After Officer Liang himself picked up the word, he felt a little stupid, and couldn't help but pout and smile self-deprecatingly.
"Please!" San Bao looked at Officer Liang with an almost begging gaze, the seriousness and sincerity in the child's forced gaze made Liang Zhen's heart furious, but he could only respond with his gaze, and then closed the car window.
Watching Officer Liang's car disappear at the end of the boulevard down the mountain, Sambo's heart quickly sank into the cold wind of late autumn in the mountains.
The days passed like this, without any news from Officer Liang, Sanbao's heart became more and more desperate, and the appearance of the little boy's soul always appeared in his mind from time to time, and the thin and desperate face became clearer and clearer, as if it was close to his eyes, making him speechless and choking in his dreams.
Before the beginning of winter, the first snow has begun to fall from outside the mountains. In this mountain col, the perennial low pressure and the heat emitted by the incinerator make the small snowflakes turn into crushed rain and fall to the ground, and everything in the mountain is shrouded in dampness and coldness, just like the three treasures have been unresolved for a long time.
Soon, Sambo almost forgot about this mysterious unsolved case, and he went about his work with peace of mind. The darkness and cold before winter gradually prolonged, and a sense of time began to occupy every corner of this valley, like the ghost of fate, and the ensuing sense of emptiness and loneliness was deposited in every depression with the dead leaves in the mountains one by one, and everyone's hearts, overlapping, quietly waiting for the arrival of early winter.
Everyone cremated each body sent here in an orderly manner, doing their duty and duty. However, Sanbao found that as the cold intensified and winter approached, the workload became larger and larger, and the two crematoriums worked almost non-stop, and there were more and more bodies that needed makeup, most of which were middle-aged and elderly. On a cold, hazy afternoon, San Bao took advantage of the lunch break with his master to bring up this question in his heart.
"Master, why are there so many things lately? It's almost too busy. ”
"Hehe, yes, it's like this at this time of year, it's too busy...... Just like shopping malls, our industry is also divided into off-peak seasons. The weather has become colder, many elderly people can't stay up, and they have been busy for more than half a year, and many middle-aged people have become haggard and physically exhausted. In addition, many units and companies are sprinting at the end of the year, and the pressure increases, and most of the people sent at this time are people with heart attack and cerebral infarction. In the summer, there are more drowning deaths, and the number of deaths from heat stroke shock will increase when the weather is too hot...... In the winter, the number of deaths due to carbon dioxide poisoning from heating also increases, you know, especially before the Chinese New Year, when many young people who committed suicide were sent by their teammates. ”
"Suicide young man, why?" Sambo asked puzzled.
"It's almost the New Year, there are a lot of people who are wandering but can't go home, and even some have no home, those men, women and children are helpless, there is not even a person around who wants to talk, colleagues have gone home to reunite, only they are left in the dormitory, in the apartment building, in every corner of the world. When a lonely person stays, he will be cranky, and that kind of loneliness will kill. Master Lu sighed lightly, and then said, "People...... It looks very strong, but in fact, we are very fragile animals, we can't be blown by the wind, rained, frozen, or sun...... Man is not as good as weeds, but they grow everywhere like weeds......" He leaned back in his chair and craned his neck back to soothe the pain of his cervical spine caused by his long-term makeup on the body.
If Master Lu had known about Sambo's background, he might not have said those words, but these narratives about death were just a little ripple in Sambo's heart, because he was thinking about other things.
"Master, you can call Officer Liang again and ask, he promised me to find information, it's been so long." Sambo hesitated, and finally brought up the matter again, changing the topic at the right time.
"Hehe, still thinking about it...... Sanbao, to be honest, we all admire you, even I didn't notice that small difference, you give our Sanqing funeral home, give your master a long face, too long a face. But the disappearance of the child you said is too evil! Without evidence, it is difficult for the police to help. ”
"What if it's true!" Sambo then asked.
"If it's true, it's a big deal, dozens of lives, or children. I hope not, okay, I'll ask Lao Liang again, hey, but didn't you say that you dreamed of that child. Why don't you draw a picture of that child, maybe it can help! Master Lu reminded him.
"yes, I didn't think about it! Can...... But I don't know how to draw. "The Three Treasures are in trouble.
"Then did you know how to wear makeup before!" Master Lu followed closely. "You will always find a way to do what you want to do, and you will always find an excuse for what you don't want to do. That's how it is, let's not have sketch books, human body composition or something, you practice first, and then you can't, go to the city library, take a look at it, you can definitely learn if you want to! Master Lu got up and turned his waist, "Let's go, go to work." ”
When the master and apprentice walked through the ashes storage area, Master Lu stopped, he looked at a slender middle-aged woman standing alone in the ashes storage area in front of him and said, "I almost forgot, she came." ”
Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!