【Broadcast】Pay attention to "Reading at the starting point", get the first-hand news of 515 red envelopes, and students who have not grabbed red envelopes after the Chinese New Year can show their skills this time.

Fifteen years ago, Master Lu and her first met at the memorial service of the woman's husband, and Lu Bingyi put on makeup for the man lying on the viewing platform. He still remembered that the woman's suppressed and calm tears hung in the corners of her eyes, but she was not like many people who attended the memorial service, crying earth-shatteringly, she just looked at her man quietly, and did not blink for a long time, as if she was recalling every time she was with her lover, and she was reluctant to be separated like this.

The woman chose a medium-priced ash storage space, numbered 17. Later, I learned from the colleague in charge of registration that the two of them met at the age of 17. Since then, the woman has come back twice a year, once for Qingming and once for the cremation of the remains, which is every year on this day. Every time she comes, she never says much, let alone like many people, kowtows twice, bows and leaves. She sat quietly on a stool opposite her husband's spiritual seat, and spent the whole day not eating, drinking, sleepy, or crying. Like a still sculpture, a page of frozen fables.

For fifteen years, the employees of Sanqing Funeral Home have changed one after another, but every old employee has known this thin woman, and it seems that everyone has a common time of mourning. The woman was fair-skinned and beautiful when she was young, and her temperament was quiet and beautiful, like moonlight shining on the windowsill and cherry blossoms blowing down on the lake. But after all, the years slowly crushed her delicate face, and year after year, she and the people here reached middle age, silent.

She used her endless thoughts to open up a piece of heaven that belonged to her pure love, like a lost elf returning to the place where she had never lost her love. Just to come here to relive the time when your lover wakes up and meets. Twice a year, uninterrupted, unforgotten.

Holding the hand of the son, or growing old with the son is no longer important to her, just a quiet moment with her beloved, without words but forever.

The master and apprentice walked quietly by her side, Master Lu's gaze met her briefly, just a polite slight nod, this is the time that belongs to their husband and wife, we are just passing by her world.

That's it.

Director Wu waited at the door of the studio, and when he saw the master and apprentice, he shouted: "What are you rubbing, come to the office with me." ”

"What's the matter, Old Wu." Master Lu asked first.

"What's the matter, your apprentice is causing trouble, hurry up, the guy surnamed Liang is waiting in my office."

San Bao looked at the thick stack of files on the table in a daze.

"Little brother Sanbao, this is all you want, I have worked hard to sort out these, almost all of the city's missing child files from this year to the past twenty years are here, I don't have time to investigate anything, there are too many things at hand, hey, this is our personal relationship." I'm violating discipline, internal files. Officer Liang's eyes widened.

Under the puzzled gaze of Director Wu and his master, San Bao picked up a file, which was a very old version, the paper had been wrinkled and blackened, and the date March 2, 1997 was written on it.

"Yes, this is all confidential internal information, three days, you will hand it over to me immediately after reading it. Also, no photocopying, no publicity. Otherwise, we won't be able to eat and walk around. You digest it yourself, and notify me immediately if there is any situation. Hey, by the way, that kid's shoes NDA comparison came out, and there was nothing! ”

"Nothing! How can it be! Sambo said with a glare.

"Oh, I should say there are too many debris, all kinds of smells, impurities, garbage, there is still green paint in the shoes, there is no way to detect it, everything is destroyed, everything that is picked out of the garbage heap is like this. Lao Lu, Wu Suo, your family's three treasures are not simple, even the head of our criminal police team knows what happened that time, Niu ...... I'll go first. Don't send it," Officer Liang finished speaking, waved his hand, patted Sam Bao on the shoulder, and left with a smile.

The remaining three stared at the pair of dossiers dumbfounded.

"What a! Hurry up and pack it for me. Director Wu was so angry that he turned his head and left.

"Master, help me carry me to the dormitory." Sambo grinned and laughed silly at the master.

After work, Sam Bao didn't go, he was in his dormitory, looking carefully. Looking at the cute photos of the children on it, Sambo's mood slowly became heavy from the excitement at the beginning. Every year, hundreds of children go missing in the region alone, and a large proportion of the children found have run away from home, and the rest are included in the list of abducted children, and many of them have not been heard from at all, and God knows whether they are trafficked by traffickers or miserably.

Sanbao hand-copied the information of the missing children in the file in his notebook, from name, age, to the time, place, and identity characteristics of the missing children...... Although it is not possible to do everything in detail, at least it can make a rough categorical inference based on the recorded information.

Sambo didn't have any dreams of being a police officer, he was just unconsciously completing some criminal investigations, and what supported him was the body of the little boy tied up in the box and his desperate soul for help.

San Bao fought for three nights in a row, and he seized the time to transcribe the places he thought were important in the file, if it was in the eyes of the real police who were engaged in criminal investigation and solving cases, San Bao's behavior was not just amateur, but simply a brain-dead criminal. Only a madman would attempt to deduce the whereabouts of a missing person from a confusing and confusing original dossier.

Sambo is not a madman, in addition to his psychic superpowers, if he had to add something, it is Sambo's innate inferiority, this inferiority complex makes him not have any immunity to things as weak and helpless as himself, and the compassion and miserly kindness hidden in his heart make him unable to extricate himself.

After Officer Liang took the file away, in his spare time, everyone would see Sanbao holding the black notebook attentively, almost burying his head in it, and muttering something in his mouth. Director Wu complained to Lao Lu more than once, your apprentice really thinks of himself as Sherlock Holmes, he beat the side drum for Lao Lu, if Sanbao dares to affect his work, when the three-month probationary period arrives, he will resolutely not renew the contract, and get out of here.

Sanbao knows in his heart, after all, he occupies all his spare time, and no one can care what he does. In addition to the makeup of the body, the funeral and other internal affairs, he often helped the cremation room clean the hearth and sort out the bone residue, all of which made the disgruntled Curator Wu unable to find a handle. There is another important reason why Sanbao has nothing to do to help cremation Liu, he is looking for a suitable opportunity, hoping to meet the soul of the little boy again, without his guidance and necessary evidence, trying to find clues is an impossible task for an amateur player like him. But it won't be long before the strange things that happen in the cremation room will completely subvert Sambo's imagination of this world.

But now, Sambo is wrestling with himself, and he discovers that there is no record of the missing little boy in the file. If so, it's likely that the police weren't called or that the child wasn't recorded on the local census. If no one knew about the body of the little boy that Sam Bao saw, would the twenty or thirty pairs of children's shoes in the box be found without this person?

Sambo shuddered when he thought of this. Until the body of the missing child and related evidence are found, no one would have expected that in this peaceful world, there will be a devil-like person who will take pleasure in killing children.

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!