Sun Fatzi also saw the caller ID, he squinted his eyes to answer the phone for me, and then turned on the speaker. I heard a slightly old voice on the phone say, "Which of you just called?" Is it surnamed Shen or Sun? ”

"The surname Shen" Sun Fatzi said first: "Knowing that my surname is Shen, then you should know why I came, right?" Go ahead. How is Lao Xiao now? ”

"Old Xiao - what's wrong with Old Xiao?" The person on the phone was stunned for a moment, and then immediately continued a little impatiently: "Boy, what happened? Plain point! Monk Xiao, what's wrong with him? ”

As soon as these words came out, Sun Fatzi and I were stunned. The buddy on the other end of the phone didn't seem to have a good relationship with Monk Xiao, so what did Lao Xiao mean by giving me his phone number? After Sun Fatzi blinked his eyes, he looked up at me, and then said, "Lao Xiao said that if we can't find him in seven days, let us call you here." In the afternoon, Lao Xiao flew to Qinghai, and we felt that something was wrong, so we rushed over to take a look. Guys, what did Lao Xiao tell you? ”

After Sun Fatzi finished speaking, the other end of the phone was silent for a long time. Just when Sun Fatzi was waiting a little impatiently, the voice just now rang out: "You guys? How many of you have come -- forget it. Where are you? It's not easy to talk about this on the phone, so let's meet and talk, where are you? I'm going to look for you. "Sun Fatzi said that we were at the airport, and just after getting in the car, the person on the phone asked me to wait, and he will arrive immediately.

Ten minutes later. An old man in a blue uniform, looking in his sixties, was parked next to our car on a bicycle from the seventies and eighties. The half-grown old man knocked on the window of the car and said, "Is it surnamed Sun?" Open the door. I just made a phone call with you. ”

Sun Fatzi opened the car door, and the old man was not polite, and sat in the car with a butt. After glancing at me and Sun Fatzi, he said, "Which of you two called me just now." ”

"I" Sun Fat Man grinned and said, "I didn't say it. You're here so soon, man, are you working at the airport, or do you live nearby? "The female lives in the bar.

"Don't talk nonsense, drive first, and talk on the road." As he spoke, the old man said to the driver, "Master, do you know Erwang Mountain?" Drive that way. When you get to the foot of the mountain, I'll tell you how to go. At this, the old man suddenly paused, then looked at me and said, "Help me put the bicycle in the back compartment." ”

I took one look at his rusty bike and said, "It's all broken like this, why are you keeping it?" Get a new car sooner rather than later. ”

Unexpectedly, this sentence made the old man's eyes widen, and he glared at me and said, "Change? You're talking lightweight. I bought this car for 30 yuan and have been riding it for 30 years. Besides, what do I get in exchange? You give me money to buy a new car? ”

Sun Fatzi looked at the old man, suddenly laughed, and then asked his friend to borrow three thousand yuan in cash. He handed the stack of bills to the old man and said, "Buy a new book, I didn't say, going back thirty years is enough for you to buy a hundred." ”

The old man was not polite, and after taking the banknote, he put it in his pocket without looking at it. But after collecting the money, the old man suddenly pushed the car door and got out of the car, pushed his car into the corner and locked it, and then returned to the car again, saying: "Don't keep the things that can be used, you are used to living a poor life, and you can't live if you don't count it." Okay, let's drive, Erwang Mountain! ”

After driving, Sun Fatzi's friend saw that something was wrong today. In addition, this buddy also heard about Sun Fatzi's background in the polling bureau, so he casually found a reason and got out of the car. Sun Fatzi came to this buddy, originally to be a guide, but now that there is such a local as the old man, Sun Fatzi's buddy has nothing to do. After a few polite words, Sun Fatzi let him get out of the car.

After the car started driving, Sun Fatzi said to the old man: "Master, what do you call it?" It's not that I said, what is the relationship between you and Monk Xiao? Lao Xiao, what kind of madness is this? It's okay to come out like this. ”

After the old man glanced at Sun Fatzi, he said, "Little Fatty, you are from the polling bureau, right?" Make a phone call to your Director Gao, and say that Section Chief Xiao is coming to Erwang Mountain again. Let's go up the mountain to find him first, and let Gao Liang send someone over. If we can't find Section Chief Xiao, we will have to contact the local armed police to search the mountain. ”

"Oh, man, do you know the polling bureau?" After listening to the old man's words, Sun Fatzi blinked and looked at the old man, but his tone immediately changed, and he said in a sour tone: "But the poll bureau and Boss Gao are also old yellow calendars, a few years ago, Boss Gao left, and the poll bureau was also yellow." So? Didn't Lao Xiao tell you about these things? ”

"Gao Liang is gone...... The poll bureau was yellow......" The old man muttered and repeated Sun Fatzi's words, and his expression suddenly became lonely. After a while, he sighed heavily and said, "The poll bureau and Gao Liang are gone, so this time the matter is a bit troublesome." "Poll Bureau Persona Postscript: .

Without waiting for Sun Fatzi to speak, I looked at the old man first and said, "If you are troublesome or not, you should talk about what is going on today, right?" Monk Xiao won't come over and re-walk the Long March for no reason, right? ”

The old man nodded, took out a box of inferior cigarettes, and didn't let me and Sun Fatzi, he directly took out a point, and after a few puffs, he said: "Speaking of which, this is the last incident that Section Chief Xiao dealt with before leaving the Special Office." However, the incident was not dealt with at that time, so he had a quarrel with Gao Liang, and then left the special office. This incident is over......"

The airport is some distance from the Erwang Mountain, which just gave the old man time to tell about the grievance thirty or forty years ago. The old man's name is Yang Rongguo, and he was a junior clerk under Monk Xiao at the beginning. In the 80s, at the foot of a local mountain called Erwang Mountain, some people saw wild people coming and going on Erwang Mountain. I had never heard of such a savage as a savage on this mountain, and at first I thought it was during the movement that there were leftists and black elements who fled to the mountain, and a few years later it became like this.

Since many of the leading cadres had been detained in the locality before, the local leaders did not dare to be careless, so they sent militiamen and police officers to organize a search of the mountains in an effort to rescue the leading cadres on the mountains one day earlier. On the first day of the search, there was an accident, and there was an abandoned air-raid shelter on the mountain, which had been dug in the sixties and seventies. Several militiamen went into the bomb shelter to inspect it, but it was not until the night when the search team went down the mountain to count the number of people that they found that the militia sent to inspect the bomb shelter were missing.

I didn't find the leading cadres on the mountain, and now I can't catch a few more. Immediately, a team of more than ten people was organized again, and the target was directly aimed at the air-raid shelter, but fortunately, this Erwang Mountain was not too big, and a few hours later, the second wave of people entered the air-raid shelter. I didn't find anything wrong at the entrance of the bomb shelter, but after entering, I went all the way to the end, and at the end of the bomb shelter, I found the militiamen who had already lost their breath.

It was late autumn, and the environment inside the cave was unusually cold. Originally, people died here, and the corpses may not decompose after two or three days. But in just half a day's work, the corpses lying on the ground were already highly decomposed, and their faces could no longer be distinguished. If it weren't for the fact that one of the militia platoon commanders had a letter in his pocket that was proving his identity (an application to join the party), it would have been difficult to prove the identity of the deceased.

The death of a person was considered a major incident, and the next morning, the local public security bureau sent someone to arrive. However, the technology at that time was rudimentary, and I couldn't figure out the cause of death of the deceased after watching it for most of the day. On the third night, a bald man who claimed to be a commissioner of the ministry arrived......