In the afternoon, Song Qingci came to the door of the boys' dormitory. Along the way, she was thinking-why did Jiangxi Mu need her ID card and what she was going to do?

Regarding the ID card, Jiangxi Mu Zeng said that he lost it. Otherwise, why didn't you want to go to the People's Hospital for medical treatment when you were injured before?

If it's lost, why not reissue it? Is it troublesome? But without an ID card, that's even more troublesome.

But he was not in a hurry. Unless—unless—she thought of a possibility, could it be something like a gangster, it was inconvenient to take out his ID card, and as soon as he took it out, he would be identified, so he was hiding here.

Soon, Song Qingci shook his head and comforted himself, "There are so many good people in the world, why do you think everyone is so bad?" In case you really lose your identity. "Whenever she thinks, she will think about the good place, and her heart will be much clearer.

Jiangxi Mu was already waiting for him at the door of the dormitory. He was wearing a gray robe today, standing there sideways. The cold wind gently blew his robes and curled them around him. The cold wind is obviously not as cold as his own.

Seeing Song Qingci, Jiangxi Mu didn't say a word, and walked straight to the back door.

Song Qingci has become accustomed to Jiangxi Mu's indifferent way and does not think it is strange. She chased after her, exhaling white breath from her mouth, "We'll go to my senior sister now......"

"No, let's go to the city government first." Jiangxi Mu interrupted.

Song Qing was puzzled, "What are you going to do there?" ”

"Brought your ID, right?" Jiangxi Mu looked at her. She is wearing a pink down jacket today, with a beige knitted hat on her head, curly hair flowing naturally from the knitted hat, and her round red face is so cute. But soon he put away all his emotions and left only reason.

Song Qingci was about to take it out from his backpack, but Jiangxi Mu stopped him, "You need it when you get there." ”

"You want to petition?" Song Qingci proposes a possibility.

Jiangxi Mu glanced at her, "Not interested." ”

They went out the small back door of the school and stopped the taxi in front of a supermarket. "Go to the city hall."

"It's very lively, and when I pass by, it's full of people. Do you want to go over and see the excitement? The taxi turned around and said with a smile.

"Drive your car." Jiangxi Mu's answer was very simple and crisp.

The taxi stopped in front of the city hall, and Jiang Ximu took out a 100 yuan from his wallet. The driver made up the money and found that there was still a difference of 4 yuan. Jiangxi Mu stuffed the money back into his wallet and left alone, "I'll give it to you." ”

Song Qingci looked at his departing back, a little crying and laughing. She took out six dollars and asked the driver to make up 10 fast. The driver sneered, "Your boyfriend is so generous." ”

This time, Song Qingci was even more embarrassed and stopped in place.

Jiang Jiang Mu stood at the door of the city government, looking at this rather ancient building. In the gloomy weather, the two-story buildings were quite bleak, contrasting with the green trees next to them. An old muddy road with several cracks, climbing a small slope, stretches all the way. Camphor trees stand on both sides, their leaves swaying with the cold wind. A tranquility that tells the story of the last century's red-cherished feelings.

But in the center, under the five-pointed star sculpture about 5 meters high, there are many media surrounding it. The black-pressed cameras held their heads high and focused on the person in the middle.

The soldier standing guard at the door asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang Jiang Mu put his hands in the pockets of his big gray robe, looked at the warrior, and replied, "I'll go to the archives bureau and check some information." ”

"Please register your name." The fighter pointed to the register at the door.

Song Qingci followed behind, and first went to fill in the name and ID number. When he was about to help Jiangxi Mu fill it out, Jiangxi Mu snatched the pen over, "You go in first." ”

Jiangxi Mu glanced at the previous name, and it was full of narcissus city media, more than 30 of them. He was in the last column, and he casually drew a few strokes - Jiang Cheng (Jiang Cheng). The ID card imitates the previous number, and a few digits are changed at random.

Song Qingci was waiting inside, and when he saw Jiangxi Mu coming, he finally vented the doubts in his heart: "What are you going to do here?" ”

"I'm going to the Archives Bureau and look up some information. Therefore, your ID card will be used. Jiang Jiang Mu explained: "Later, you can go into the archives and help me find a copy of the 1996 materials." Whatever it is, take a picture with your phone. ”

"But -- why 1996? You're obsessed with this vintage. What are you looking for? There were a lot of things going on in 1996, huh? Also, you can't take pictures of this-" Song Qingci asked in a row.

Jiangxi Mu listened patiently, but only answered the last question: "You can use your mobile phone to take pictures secretly, and I will distract the administrator." Without further ado, he went straight inside.

The city hall has a long history, and it is said that it was used as a meeting of leaders during the revolution, and it has been preserved since then. The two of them strolled along the leaf-covered path, looking at the gray roofs and beige facades of the buildings of the last century, which had been dominated by creepers.

Ahead is the large statue of the pentagram, which is packed with media.

When they passed, they saw that the person in the middle was the mayor. The media listened attentively to his speech, "We will definitely attach great importance to this matter and never let this kind of incident happen again......

The serious look and sonorous tone of his voice showed his determination - and indeed the entire city of Narcissus.

"The two people who died are so pitiful—" Song Qingci whispered, full of sympathy.

Jiangxi Mu disagreed, shrugged, "It's just that they deserve it." ”

But they all died—all of them were miserable, and their right hands were cut off. Catch the murderer. Song Qingci's eyes were rippling with a trace of affection.

But Jiangxi Mu's eyes are not, but some are indifferent comparable to the cold wind. He whispered softly: "It's just a murderer, it's just a happy hatred." God created a person to be decent and roguelike. ”

The Archives Office is near the end of the road, at the foot of a small hill. The Archives Office is a one-story building with a total of 10 rooms. The doors of the 9 rooms are all ordinary wooden doors, and only one is a large black iron door.

Song Qingci explained the situation to the administrator, "I want to see the information from 1996, this is my ID card." Every time he said a word, he would glance at Jiangxi Mu with his spare eyes.

After the administrator registered, he asked, "There is a lot of information for 1996?" What kind of ones do you want to see? "There aren't any options to choose from.

Song Qingci looked at Jiangxi Mu at a loss, not knowing how to answer. Jiangxi Mu Ze said lightly: "It's the news that was published in the newspaper in 1996." ”

After that, the administrator led Song Qingci into the black iron door. Jiang Jiangximu's hands were still in the pockets of his big robe, staring at the iron door. The iron gate is like a gate to hell, tempting people to go in and find answers, and at the same time get pleasure from finding answers, and at the same time, they will anesthetize themselves in what looks like heaven but is actually hell.

The caretaker came out and saw him standing outside alone, "Aren't you going in?" ”

"I don't have an ID." Jiangxi Mu replied lightly.

"Very few of us come, and some of us are leaders. This year you are the first. The administrator quipped.

Jiangxi Mu did not pick up and continued to speak. He still remembers the past of 1996 in his mind. It was a dark and tragic past, and I often saw a man fall in front of him, shouting for him to leave.

That's 15 years away.

The truth has been hidden for 15 years.

Perhaps at this moment, in the dark door, waiting quietly for him to open the dusty file.

"Oh my God—how is that possible?" There was a scream from the archives.

The caretaker immediately went in, and soon both of them came out. Song Qingci held an old photo book and kept trembling.

Jiangxi Mu went up to take a look -- of course, to see more information. Unfortunately, the book only keeps the photos and the captions on the side. The news he wanted to see wasn't in it - and if he looked at those two pages, there really wasn't.

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and looked at Song Qingci with some disdain, not knowing why she screamed just now.

The administrator looked at those old photos and was puzzled, "It's nothing more than five photos taken while playing basketball at that time." ”

Song Qingci pointed to one of them and said tremblingly: "Didn't you find anything strange? ”

The four corners of this photo have turned yellow, and the photo shows several people playing basketball, and the more obvious thing is that the person in the middle jumps up to shoot, and the basketball is still in the air. All five photos were taken of a basketball game between units in July 1996.

"Look at the people of this team -- it's the No. 2 Central and Belgian judicial team." Song Qingci was silent for a while, and pointed to the introduction next to him tremblingly: "The contestants in the second middle school are Yong Yule, Yu Jiaao, Tai Changyin, Guan Heling, and captain Yang An. ”

The administrator's office squinted, then slowly increased his pupils and mouth.

"Oh my God—" exclaimed the administrator at last, "aren't two of them the dead in the newspapers?" ”

This sudden discovery silenced everyone in panic.

It's too much of a coincidence. The photo taken in 1996 is now a coincidence in 2012!

"I reported it to the police and told them about it." The administrator was sensible and immediately notified the police and told the other person to stick to his post.

"Did you do what you were asked to do?" Jiangxi Mu asked in a low voice.

But Song Qingci didn't answer, she still lowered her head and looked at the photo album. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and his body trembled slightly, still trembling at the astonishing discovery he had just made.

"Did you even look at the 1996 material?" Jiangxi Mu's cold tone was a little angry. He looked at the staff on the side, there was no way he could get in.

Song Qingci came back to his senses at this time, "Oh-that." I secretly filmed it, I don't know if it is. ”

"Bring it." Jiangxi Mu stretched out his hand.

Looking at the cold but intimidating eyes, Song Qingci's heart trembled suddenly, and he instinctively took a step back. I don't know where I got the courage, "Don't give it, I'll give it to you when I wait until the bubble tea shop." You've asked me to help you, and I'll give it to you later. ”

Faced with that little shyness, Jiangxi Mu turned his head.

The administrator took the photo book and took the picture. "The police were very interested and wanted to come and borrow this material. You were the first to discover this clue, do you want to stay? ”

"Not necessarily." Jiangxi Mu was very anxious to see the information taken by Song Qingci, and pulled Song Qingci to leave first.

The caretaker looked at their departing backs—a man's robe, his hands in his pockets, accompanied by fallen leaves, and his coldness alone; The women are very cute, and they keep coming up to talk to the men, like a fight-how they always feel, it's very discordant.