Eighteen years, such a long time, what can you do? This is nearly one-sixth of the time of ordinary life, a barren town is enough to develop into a modern city, a peak city may also turn from prosperity to decay into ruins, some people are born, some people die, a young child is enough to grow into a youth.

Eighteen years ago, Lu Siyu was eight years old. That year, Song Wen was seven and a half years old.

Eighteen years ago in Nancheng, people watched old TV sets, and the streets were full of video stores, newsstands, and all kinds of slobbering songs. Time just slipped away.

Eighteen years ago in September, the case of the Wushan Nursing Home was discovered. Like a butterfly flapping its wings, the fate of the entire city is changed...

Eighteen years later in the blink of an eye, someone tore the seal of time.

It is now 11:30 at night on the third day of the crime. In a bar in the west of Nancheng City, guests are arriving one after another. For some people, this time is already time to go to bed. For some people, it is time to go to bed. , a good day has just begun. This bar is called WAITING, and the decoration is quite high-end, but it is opened in a relatively remote place.

Lu Siyu sat quietly in a card seat in the bar. The cool light reflected on his face, which made his complexion colder and out of tune with the surrounding hustle and bustle. He made a phone call according to the contact information Wu Qing gave him. The other party heard that he knew Wu Qing, and directly quoted a price and asked him to come to this bar, so Lu Siyu waited here to meet.

At this time, Lu Siyu lowered his eyes, intertwined his fingers, and placed it on his folded lap motionless. He seemed to be thinking about a problem, and there was no happiness or unhappiness on his face. It has already arrived, but the person waiting has not appeared.

The business premises have been reorganized recently, the women who sold alcohol are gone, and there are fewer customers in the bar than before. This year, no business is easy to do.

Since Lu Siyu arrived at the bar, someone has been pointing at him. He is completely different from the atmosphere here, like a well-behaved student who suddenly strayed into a place he shouldn't be. After driving away a few good guests, another man came over from the bar. The man was obviously drinking too much, so he sat next to Lu Siyu without saying hello: "What's wrong with this little beauty? Alone? Do you want me to buy you a drink?"

As he sat down, a strong smell of alcohol swept in. As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand and, relying on his height and strength, touched Lu Siyu's face: "It's a big night, a good night is too short..."

Lu Siyu finally moved now, frowned slightly, and turned his head away from the man's hand with a displeased face.

The man was still motivated, and he smiled and leaned over his nose and slapped his face: "Yo ho, I'll have a drink with you, and you will be a piece of meat." As he spoke, he pressed his body over, smelled of alcohol, and stretched out his hand. Go and hug Lu Siyu's waist.

This time, Lu Siyu didn't hold back any longer. He raised his eyes and scolded in a low voice, "Go away."

He hated the touch of his body, and he hated the smell on the man, which was human, and mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"Who are you letting go?! Don't ask whose territory this is!" The man's anger was undisguised.

Lu Siyu stood up and took half a step back. This position just made him stuck in the seat. The man also stood up, his eyes seemed to be looking at a butterfly in a bottle.

There was also a knee-high coffee table between the two. The man stretched out a hand to pull Lu Siyu's neck. He was half a head taller than Lu Siyu. He put his eyes on it. Lu Siyu opened his arm with one hand, and punched him under the ribs with the other hand. The man threw his body forward, exerting force on both sides, as if he had bumped into Lu Siyu's hand.

For a moment, the drunk man felt that what was hit was not a fist, but a sharp knife, and a burst of stubborn stubbornness stabbed in his ribs. Lu Siyu's face was expressionless. While the man was leaning over in pain, he slammed his elbow hard on the back of the man's back. The man's heart was about to stop in pain. Knees are about to fall. Lu Siyu made a clever move, and while pushing his knees, he slashed the back of the man's neck with a knife with one hand, and the man fell to the ground instantly, lying on the coffee table all of a sudden.

Lu Siyu sat back to his original position, pulled the man's neck collar, and said coldly in the man's ear, "Tell you Boss Cao to come out."

The man hummed, looking at him with a little panic in his eyes. He often hangs out in this bar, and he has to fight every three to five times, but it is the first time that he is so embarrassed and unable to fight back.

After Lu Siyu finished speaking, he let go of him, picked up a tissue from the table and wiped his hands in disgust, the man looked back at him, cursed in a low voice, and left a little dejected.

After a while, there was a commotion in the bar, and a group of people walked over from the other side. Someone stretched out their hands to say hello, "Hey, Boss Cao, why are you here today?"

The man who was called Boss Cao was a middle-aged man. He was not tall, with a chubby belly and almost bald hair. He looked like a Maitreya Buddha. A little unhappy on his face.

Boss Cao went all the way to the opposite side of Lu Siyu, the fleshy face changed to a smile in an instant, his face seemed to be wearing a mask, it only took a second to get angry, and it only took a second to change his smile, "This Don't be angry, guests, there are dog things that can't open your eyes."

The bar was a bit noisy, and Boss Cao's voice was only one point higher than the music.

Lu Siyu raised his eyelids and glanced at Boss Cao, pretending that he couldn't see that the man before was sent by Boss Cao to test him on purpose. He didn't like to deal with these people, and he didn't like to make an appointment here. This was the noisiest place in the city, and the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke masked the smell of perfume, making him a little uncomfortable.

But when the matter was found here, Wu Qing pointed the way again, and he had to come over. This is called Boss Cao, who used to be the head of the thief in this Nancheng. In recent years, he has washed his hands in a golden pot. He does not do anything, only sells stolen goods, and only sells one kind of dirty, that is identity.

In this day and age, electronic payment is more and more convenient, people carry less and less cash, and mobile phones are more and more inseparable.

So this thief keeps pace with the times. Taking ID cards as an example, the gender, age, and appearance are all close. As long as they don't check their fingerprints, they can get away with it. Even if they spend enough money on the fingerprints, they can I'll try to change it for you.

There are always people who, for various reasons, need a new identity, either temporary or permanent. These people will be satisfied with Boss Cao, whether it is an ID card, a certificate of education, a household registration book, Alipay, or all kinds of documents, as long as he spends money, he can get them, and what he gets is absolutely usable. Anyone who has met Boss Cao can quickly acquire a new identity, reborn, and lead a new life.

Seeing that Boss Cao was sitting down, Lu Siyu took out a card from his pocket and pushed it to Boss Cao. The card had already agreed that the consultation fee would be 20,000 yuan, and 10,000 yuan to ask someone.

Boss Cao handed the card to his subordinates, and then asked them to fill Lu Siyu with warm water in the cup. After a while, the person who took the money came back and whispered a few words in Boss Cao's ear, thinking that it was money. Got it.

Then Boss Cao continued to laugh and look at Lu Siyu: "Who do you want to ask this guest?" According to the rules, the money will not be refunded whether Boss Cao knows it or not. However, Boss Cao has been in this Nancheng for decades. Although his head is bald, his memory is not bad. If he has no impression of people, I am afraid that others will not be able to get the news.

Lu Siyu said: "I want to ask, do you know Xia Weiwei?"

Yes, of course he knows the name, but Boss Cao's face is wrinkled, "Guest, you look at me too highly. Eighteen years ago, I was a little thief. Besides, we are not the same over there. Hanging." Nancheng's three religions and nine streams have always been clearly distinguished, but no one dares to touch anyone here.

Lu Siyu didn't mind, waved his hand, and skipped the first question like this, throwing away the 10,000 yuan, without listening to a drifting sound: "Do you know Zhang Peicai?"

Boss Cao's wrinkled orange face stretched out: "I know this person, and he is a guest of mine. Every time he buys a new identity from us, he also buys news, and it's very well-behaved, but this person offends us. There are a lot of people, what? I have something to do with him."

Lu Siyu said, "He's dead."

Boss Cao snorted, but his expression seemed to have been expected for a long time, and he probably got the news from other places.

Lu Siyu asked again, "What is he investigating at the end?"

Boss Cao said: "We really don't know this. If you ask him about the identity he used last, I can tell you."

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture towards his subordinate, and after a while, his subordinate brought a small note over. Zhang Peicai's new name was Wang Rui, and there was an ID number and a mobile phone number on it. The note was written in pencil. Lu Siyu glanced at it, and soaked the note in the water glass in front of him. The handwriting on the note will melt automatically when it encounters water.

Seemingly feeling that his service was not attentive, Boss Cao rubbed his hands and asked, "This guest, why are you curious about Xia Weiwei?"

Lu Siyu said bluntly: "I want to know whether this woman is dead or alive and where she went."

Boss Cao said: "In short, I have never touched my hand."

As Boss Cao, if others ask questions, either don't say it, and if he wants to say it, he will never lie. Then Boss Cao thought about it and added, "In terms of being a thief, I am the ancestor of the boys in Nancheng. When it comes to murder, Xia Weiwei is the ancestor of those murderers." He took a sip of wine, Leaning back on the back of the sofa, "The best and worst in this world are all humans. Humans can become Buddhas and demons."

Xia Weiwei's whole person is like a shadow, shrouding Nancheng, in that era when media information was not well developed. The length of time she kills, the number of people she kills, and the hatred of her methods are the absolute number one in Nancheng. Although Xia Weiwei is cruel and everyone shouts and beats, she has to admit that people like her have a small group of supporters. Some people think that she is a righteous party and is cleaning up the garbage of society. There are also some people who admire her, and are studying her various techniques, summarizing them, and trying to restore them.

In such a big world, it is not surprising that there are some kind of perverted people.

Lu Siyu changed the question: "Did she once have a close male friend?"

Boss Cao hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.

He got a positive answer from him, and Lu Siyu's brows stretched out.

In his previous profile, the two key links were added. An older man who can shape her life.

It is probably because of this that this case is merged with the 519 case. The coldest and hottest days of the year happen to be the winter and summer vacations. Usually, the murder time of each month may be the time when the two meet, or after they meet, he may rarely appear, be careful enough, and have hidden secrets. Identity, this is why there is no sense of existence in the mouths of many witnesses. However, he must be closely related to the fate of Xia unknown.

Lu Siyu took a deep breath, he seemed to be a man running, chasing a shadow, and now, he seemed to be finally getting close to the answer he wanted.

"I advise you not to investigate what's behind this." Seemingly a kind reminder, Boss Cao fixed his eyes on Lu Siyu's face, and meaningfully added: "Be careful. Don't be stared at by those people. Living."

Lu Siyu said: "Thank you for your concern." In order to find out what happened in the past, he has already turned into a ghost. In this world, what can he be afraid of?

Boss Cao laughed, and the flesh in his chest rose and fell with his laughter, "There are too few rich and cheerful gold owners like you."

Lu Siyu hummed, he already got the answer he wanted, got up and prepared to leave.

Everything that happened in this corner before was drowned out by all kinds of music in the bar. Boss Cao's new younger brother had been standing behind Boss Cao just now, when he watched Lu Siyu leave, he whispered, "It's better for these rich young masters to earn money than those poor families who don't have much money. Those tough notes are much better."

Boss Cao rolled his eyes at the younger brother below, blaming him for being short-sighted, "Who said he wasn't a scorpion?"

"What..." The younger brother suddenly felt like a thunderclap, his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg.

"What are you surprised about? Anyway, everything else is easy to say. We don't participate in the affairs over there." After Boss Cao finished speaking, he glanced at the dance floor aside. Just a few petals were stuffed into the mouth. He worked as an informant for Wu Qing in his early years, and now it seems that this little policeman may be more difficult to deal with than Wu Qing.

Lu Siyu walked out of the door of the bar, and it was deserted outside.

Some arguing could be vaguely heard at the door of the bar. He took out a pair of glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. At this time, it was nearly midnight. The parking lot of this bar was not set up reasonably. It had to go through an alley to reach it.

There was still some stagnant water on the ground in the alley, which may have been leaking a little car oil, which reflected a multicolored light like fish scales under the illumination of the street lamps. Lu Siyu walked very fast, his eyes swept across the ground, and some sporadic ghostly figures could be seen in the stagnant water.

In the night wind, there are some unfriendly eyes.

Lu Siyu pushed his glasses and walked past. He didn't move, and those people didn't move either.