The location sent by Wu Jingshan is in Mingqin County, WW City.

This is also the destination of Lin Yi's trip.

Although Yuwenrui's fief is in Wuwei, it also inherited the title of marquis, according to historical records, in the first year of Emperor Kaihuang of Sui, that is, in 581 AD, Yang Shuang, the youngest son of Emperor Yang Zhong of Sui Wuyuan, served as the governor of Liangzhou, and Liangzhou essentially became the fief of King Wei.

Although Yu Wenrui is a gentleman, he also knows the truth that "on the side of the couch, how can others be allowed to snore".

At the beginning, Yang Shuang led his troops to garrison Wuwei and wanted to start a war with the Turks, but Yu Wenrui took the initiative to give up his "territory" and dragged his family to Guanxi County, which is now known as Mingqin County.

It's on the edge of the Tengger Desert, so it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a place where birds don't poop.

Yu Wenrui's move is equivalent to exile his entire family.

It made Weiwang Yang Shuang feel very happy in his heart.

"It is said that this Yu Wenrui is a gentleman, Mingzhe protects his body, it is true that he understands it, this wise word is really good, wise!"

"Wisdom used to be a good word, but now it's being used to equate 'fools'."

"Yuwen Rui is not a fool, someone has published a book for him and set up a biography."

In the hotel, the four of them gathered in a room and continued to use various means to find content related to Yu Wenrui.

Bai Lu received an email from him, it was Mr. Bai who found a friend in the publishing industry through his network, and found information about Yu Wenrui from him.

According to the email, as early as the 90s of the last century, the editor, who was in the publishing house, received a registered letter from Wuwei.

There is a thick handwritten manuscript paper inside, which probably looks like tens of thousands of words.

A collection of anecdotes from various folklore sources is recorded about the person Yu Wenrui.

The author is a retired teacher in Mingqin County, Wuwei.

At that time, the only way to publish what I had written was to submit it.

The manuscript is sent to the mailbox of the editorial office by letter, and the editor reviews the content after receiving it.

If they are interested in the content and find it worthwhile to publish, they will write back to the author and move on to the next step, such as correcting, altering, improving the content, etc.

It is a long process from the beginning of a book submission to publication.

Most authors can't wait for a reply from the editorial office.

If the letter is mailed out, it is like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no reply after the agreed number of working days, which means that the manuscript has not been approved, and it can be submitted to other editorial departments, and the manuscript will not be returned.

At that time, the author's manuscripts were all handwritten, and several versions were transcribed, and the bottom version was kept for himself.

"Here are a few photos, and that's all left of the original manuscript."

"Zoom in."

Bai Lu operated the computer, enlarged the pictures in the email, and a few handwritten manuscript papers covered the computer screen.

I have to say that the old teacher's pen handwriting is really beautiful.

The whole article is written in block letters, but the content is really almost meaningful.

"No wonder the publishing house didn't give him a manuscript, this writing is too, do you think he wrote Yu Wenrui as someone?

What kind of wooden kite that can fly, a wooden ox and a flowing horse that can move on its own without feeding grass, he writes this as science fiction? Is this Yu Wenrui or Brother Geng? ”

Wang Qiang probably glanced at the content on the computer, and immediately put forward his own opinions on the content on it.

"What Brother Qiang said makes a bit of sense, judging from what is written on these pieces of paper, Yu Wenrui seems to really have a fight with Brother Geng, you see what he said, a wooden kite that can fly more than ten meters from the cliff.

Seriously, it's not useless, it's useless! This thing was sent to the editorial department.,There's not much content in the Classics.,It's all this.,How do you let people publish it? ”

Lin Yi stared at the computer screen for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Ask sir, can this retired old teacher who contributed to the editorial department at that time still find his contact information?"

"No need to ask, hey, behind this one, his address is written."

Bai Lu flipped the photo to the last page, leaving the detailed address of the contributor and the phone number of a landline, which was specially indicated that it was the official phone at the gate of his family's home.

At the end of the nineties, in this small northwest town, telephones were still relatively rare.

It has not been widely popularized.

"Tomorrow, let's go to Forensic Doctor Wu first to find out about the situation over there, and then we'll go to find this old man Song Henian."

"No, why do you think his nonsense is credible? What are you wasting all this time for? ”

"The content in his manuscript should have a source after all, there is little content related to Yu Wenrui, it's always right to know more, okay, let's rest, I have to go early tomorrow morning."

The other three went back to their rooms to rest.

Lin Yi sat in front of the window, lit a cigarette, looked at the night view of the Yellow River, and fell into deep thought.

Yu Wenrui, who knew him before, this person was a complete second ancestor, a gentleman.

This kind of person generally does not have a very sensitive sense of politics.

But he could think of giving up his fiefdom to others silently, running away to the edge of the desert to live in seclusion, and then going to do some strange inventions.

What kind of person is this wise guy?

With such doubts, Lin Yi embarked on the next day's trip.

Before leaving Jincheng, the four of them hurried to eat a bowl of beef noodles in soup.

They are still a little unaccustomed to eating noodles for breakfast, but in the morning, in the cold weather, eating such a bowl of steaming beef noodles is quite comfortable.

Eat and drink enough and drive on the road.

A three-hour drive to the Mingqin County People's Hospital in Wuwei.

After a phone call, someone came out and took them to the morgue.

Wu Jingshan was already waiting at the door.

The eyes were full of red bloodshots, the bags under the eyes were a little puffy, and there was no luster on the face at all.

"You're here, you haven't slept all night, and you've finally put these six people together, do you all have to go in?"

Wang Qiang remembered yesterday's situation and waved his hand, indicating that he still didn't look at it.

Qian Sheng seconded the proposal, but Bai Lu was a little curious, put on protective clothing, and followed them in.

There were six corpses on the bed, covered with a white cloth.

Forensic Doctor Wu uncovered the white cloth one by one, and Bai Lu only glanced at the scene in front of him, then covered his mouth and walked away.

The limbs of the six men were all black and purple, as if they had been soaked in ink.

Although the limbs have been stitched together by Wu Jingshan and her assistants, the limbs have been severely cut by sharp objects, some limbs are of different lengths, some have missing half of their heads, and some of their faces have been completely missing from the lower jaw.

The flesh has a long opening, and even the bones can be seen.

This kind of tragic situation is really a bit unacceptable. (End of chapter)