Chapter 55 Humbert Humbert

"You asked me to look inside the urn...inside." Luo Wenzhou didn't know what to mobilize to face Fei Du, so he could only give him a gnashing smile, "Are you sure that Xu Wenchao is as perverted as you?"

"I think your 'normal people' point of view is very interesting," Fei Du stuffed Su Xiaolan's urn to him, "On the one hand, I feel that this thing is a symbol of some mortal person, and on the other hand, it gives it extraordinary meanings, such as sacred , bad luck, no blasphemy, no touch... no matter who she was during her lifetime."

It’s a small box, and it’s not light in weight. After Luo Wenzhou took it, he took a few breaths: “The sense of ritual and taboo is because you have to fear life and death—I tell you Fei Du, if there’s nothing but the ashes in this box after opening, I’ll take care of it. put you in."

After he finished speaking, he put the small box on the ground, gritted his teeth and lifted the lid, pulled out the junk and foam inside, covered with pimples, opened the cloth bag containing the ashes, biting his head. Reached out a few times.

Suddenly, Luo Wenzhou was stunned. He and Fei Du looked at each other, and then carefully pulled out a sealed plastic bag from the pile of ashes.

Fei Du smiled: "It looks like I don't need to go in?"

Luo Wenzhou carefully shook off the ash on the outside of the plastic bag through the gloves, and found that inside was a very pocket-sized old notebook, about a size larger than sixty-four, with pink plastic leather, very characteristic of the times.

Su Xiaolan's handwriting is actually quite good. Some of the continuous brush strokes are somewhat adult-like, and there are many decorations that I don't know so-called between the pages - the skull drawn by the ballpoint pen, the "blood" smeared by the red water pen, etc. Look. It was very depressing, with awkward sentences and exclamation marks everywhere.

"X year X month X day, the bitch asked the fat man to mess with me and counted the money at the door. I want to kill her! Pull out her tongue!! Break her brain with a sprinkle (wine) bottle (smash). !!!”

As soon as Luo Wenzhou opened the notebook, he was caught in his eyes by such a sentence. He took a breath and frowned.

"X year X month X day, Deng Ying came! Suddenly it rained heavily, and she didn't bring an umbrella. She came to my house before and ran to hide from the rain. There was someone in my house, and that person was drunk! (The back is a mess of a whole page of ink) The bitch helped the alcoholic drag her into the house, and she's finished!"

"On X, X, X, the police came to the school and looked for Deng Ying. They asked a lot of people, but they didn't ask me, because I asked for leave that day, and Deng Ying was in my toilet. The bitch said, if we don't deal with her, we all have to finish. ."

"On X, X, X, the slut put Deng Ying in the refrigerator, pulled it away, and told people that it was going to wholesale popsicles. The refrigerator stinks to death, I vomited, and the slut beat me again."

Fei Du asked, "Who is Deng Ying?"

"I don't know," Luo Wenzhou's dark eyebrows seemed to be taut, pressing his voice, "At this time, Su Xiaolan was only in the fourth grade, and we didn't find any eligible victims, so we ruled them out—if this is the first time A murdered child, she should have broken in by accident, and may not have those characteristics later."

Twenty-four years ago, on a midsummer evening.

Deng Ying, a fourth-grade girl, came home from school when a sudden storm fell. She didn't take an umbrella and ran a few steps in the rain. And my good friend is said to be sick and asked for leave today, just in time to visit——

Large areas of Sophora japonica were swept away by the rain, and the soft fragrance was soaked in the muddy water all over the ground.

The girl didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't explain her whereabouts to anyone. She got up on a whim and ran to an irreversible fork in the road.

And that might not just be her fork in the road.

Luo Wenzhou: "So Su Xiaolan's mother must have discovered another use for her daughter since then."

Mr. Fei didn't want to squat on the ground like a big monkey, and watched the pamphlets picked out from the urns, so he just sat down next to him, put up one leg, put the injured arm on it, and leaned against the ashes without any restraint. wall.

He divided half of his gods on this matter, and the other half on Luo Wenzhou. He felt that this person was a bit magical, so he suddenly couldn't help asking: "What will happen to Su Luozhan?"

"Su Luozhan?" Luo Wenzhou was suddenly interrupted, and gave Fei Du a strange look, "How about what?"

Fei Du: "I mean she won't be sentenced."

"Oh, yes, detention and reeducation—about three years for her level," Luo Wenzhou flipped through a page of notes, and said lightly, "Let's come out and look at it in three years, and then I'll make the police station in the jurisdiction pay more attention. "

"Three years," Fei Du raised his eyebrows, "an undergraduate degree is not enough. I thought that when she said 'fun', someone would rush in and strangle her."

"I paid for the more impulsive ones to investigate the case, not in the monitoring room."

"Then what about you?" Fei Du put on a bit of reluctance, "You guys have been investigating all night and all night, and you have been sent around by the victim's family. After listening to people cry and listen to people scold, you have to put yourself in the shoes to have no complaints. Let's go ahead with this case without regret ?"

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and said lightly, "When I started being a police officer, you were still watching cartoons at home, 'intern'."

"I don't watch cartoons," Fei Du said, "I just play games occasionally."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He coughed and said to him, "Su Xiaolan's diary didn't mention how Su Hui handled the corpse. Do you have any ideas?"

Fei Du stared at Luo Wenzhou for a while with very "ulterior motives". He stared at Luo Wenzhou like a beam on his back. He really wanted to find a needle to slap his eyelids, so he let him go for a while, and he answered in coordination, "Me? ? I prefer dismembering the corpse, because I have a car, and I can't check DNA at that time, chop up a little, buy a few bags of spare ribs, mix the corpse fragments with animal bones, and throw them along the barren hills and ridges of the entire suburban city. With bad luck, the body parts were accidentally identified, and it was difficult for the police to determine who the body was."

"If it is a corpse, Su Xiaolan's diary should mention it," Luo Wenzhou ignored his cheerful tone and said as objectively as possible, "Besides, a woman addicted to alcohol and a little girl may not have the physical strength to shred a corpse."

"Then find a way to bury it, preferably in a place that is absolutely safe, sure that it will belong to me forever, and that no one will turn it over before I die - if it is abroad, you can bury it directly in your own home, but it is very difficult in China. Difficult, with our special land policy, burying a corpse is equivalent to burying a landmine, and it will explode one day, which is not safe." Fei Du said, "So we have to settle for the next best thing. Choosing a corpse is not a good idea. It is easy to be uncovered, and even if it is uncovered, no one will care about it - such as some wild cemeteries in the countryside where people are secretly buried, or areas with high drowning rates overgrown with rough water."

"There are still some villages where cremation is not fully implemented. There are always graves piled up with wreaths in the fields. Looking for new graves, or because of some newly dug and repaired places, and then burying another person, the soil color will not change. Arousing suspicion, in the short term, the place will usually not be dug up again. However, this requires the murderer to be very familiar with the place where the corpse was thrown." Fei Du paused, and then added, "It is more convenient to be at the feet of people. Tie a stone around the wrist and let the corpse sink into the water. After a while, the rope will rot together with the corpse, the heavy objects will naturally separate from the corpse, and the white bones will be entangled by the crazy water. The protagonist of the next water ghost story. Anything that has happened in the world will leave traces, and the wise will always make mistakes. Instead of fighting with the entire public security system, it is better to remember to abide by a criminal principle-"

Luo Wenzhou looked at him silently.

"Don't let the body be found, and if there's a risk that the body will be turned out, then don't let people who might come in contact with the body think it's necessary to call the police."

Luo Wenzhou listened to his theory and nodded: "It's very insightful, but it's also difficult to do—for example, you seem to be dizzy. Then again, why are you dizzy?"

Fei Du's mouth froze subtly, as if he was choking on this question. After a while, he said a little stiffly, "If you know the reason, you won't be dizzy."

After he finished speaking, he remained silent.

Luo Wenzhou successfully turned the crime theorist into a quiet vase in one sentence, allowing him to sit on the side in a pleasing manner.

"It's possible to throw the corpse in the drowning high hair belt, which is overgrown with water." Luo Wenzhou said quietly, "Su Hui's hometown is in Pinghai County, and Pinghai has always been the reservoir of Yancheng. Yes, she can... eh?"

Luo Wenzhou originally scanned Su Xiaolan's diary with one glance and ten lines, and he quickly skipped over a lot of the details of his daily life. Suddenly, his page-turning movements stopped.

Those pages were about school affairs. Su Xiaolan was very hostile, and this bitch was also bitch. It felt like she lived in a bitch star, and there were no other species around. What caught Luo Wenzhou's attention was a photo inside. It was supposed to be a performance at a school. Six girls stood on the stage together for the curtain call, with a row of slender legs sticking out of their little floral skirts.

The faces of the other five people were painted with ballpoint pens, and Su Xiaolan was in the middle, raising her chin slightly and looking at the camera.

Floral skirt - yes, the floral skirt hasn't been mentioned in her diary yet.

Luo Wenzhou hurriedly turned a few pages forward.

"On X, X, X, the dance teacher was a bitch. I was afraid that people would say that she took the money (returned the deduction) and asked us to buy the costumes by ourselves. No one can't participate. The bitch heard that and hit me on the back with a wine bottle. The bitch is not going to die! The teacher is not going to die!!"

"X year X month X, tomorrow rehearsal, I don't have a skirt. I met that disgusting fat man outside the school, walking around the school, I went with him, he bought me that skirt."

"The first time Su Xiaolan voluntarily betrayed herself, it was for a floral dress." Luo Wenzhou flipped through the year in his diary, "Twenty-two years ago, it was the first year that we counted homogeneous cases. Active crime - why hasn't she asked for help before...what are you laughing at?"

"Men, women and children of the same age, who can she choose - men are disgusting 'guests', women are 'sluts' who coerce and treat her, and as for children, after Deng Ying's death, she is afraid of them Yu, instinctively avoid intimacy with peers... A little girl who is sullen and gregarious, develops early, and happens to be better-looking, will she be popular with her classmates? When children bully others, their tricks are better than adults. More. Besides, she hates the little skirts that girls wear so easily."

In the last few pages of Su Xiaolan's notebook, those angry graffiti gradually disappeared because of the appearance of a person.

The precocious girl showed an obvious liking for this person, especially when she unexpectedly discovered that he was actually her teacher. Although Wu Guangchuan was also a "guest", he was gentle and elegant. On the one hand, he was a teacher, and on the other hand, he was unbearable yù beg, he is like a green plant that grows out of the shadow, with a certain malnourished melancholy temperament, he is obsessed with girls, and often shows love and love to Su Xiaolan like a lover.

"X year X month X day, I went to his house today. I won't tell the bitch about going to his house, and I don't want his money. He goes to my house twice a week to save the bitch from finding other jobs for me."

"X year X month X day, I like him, he is my knight."

"X year X month X day, he said he wanted to adopt me and find a way to get me out of the slut."

...

"X year X month X day, the slut said that he has been here for half a year. He is a trustworthy old customer. You can give him the 'sheep'. I bought a knife and I want to kill her!"

"X year X month X day, the bitch really gave him the 'sheep', and he actually wanted it! He actually wanted it!! I hate him!!!"

"X year X month X day, I secretly followed him to Lianhua Mountain."

"X year X month X day, he was looking at someone else, that little bitch was wearing a floral dress."

"On XX, X, X, he was hospitalized. I tricked the little bitch into his hotel, tied her into a sheep, and waited for him."

Behind it was a large mass of black ink, several sheets of paper were torn, and there were several "hate" mixed in the smudges. The diary was about to turn to the end, and there was no more coherent content.

In the large ink smears, there are the maddening screaming phone calls in the serial girl kidnapping case that shocked the whole city, and the floral dress cut into rags.

The unrequited costume was branded with a floral dress in her soul. It turned out not to be the obsession of the entertainers, but a girl in the quagmire repeating herself over and over again. The process of soul sinking.

Wu Guangchuan once pulled her and stepped her back into an even more hopeless abyss. Guo Fei's dress, which was stained by unfortunate coincidences, became an iron cage, locked in her bones and blood. Ten years of stainless steel is not broken, free from life and death, and passed on to the next generation.

The last page of the diary was glued to the plastic cover, and Luo Wenzhou felt as if there was something behind him, and with a gentle pull—a dozen photos fell out.

Those photos are old and new, they should have been taken secretly. In a small room, the walls are covered with soundproof materials, the heavy curtains are always drawn, and the light is dim and dim. In each photo, there is a different girl. Unlike a different man, the birds in human skin just happened to have very recognizable frontal faces.

Fei Du picked up the only blurry photo from it.

It was an old photo with extremely poor lighting. Even if the person who took the candid photo had a very high level, he could only take a rough outline. The low-rise buildings in the distance were dazzlingly displayed in the night, and the surrounding and darkness became one. , focusing on the flower bed downstairs, a rose that was originally planted there died, leaving a small gap, just enough for prying eyes to penetrate.

The slender girl was pressed against the glass, her hands were helplessly pressing against the window, her face was blurred, and there was a shadow of a tall man behind—

"Is this Wu Guangchuan and Su Xiaolan secretly photographed by Xu Wenchao when he was renting in Xiangyang Community?"

At the same time, Tao Ran and a group of colleagues pushed open the door of Unit 201, Unit 3, Building 8, Xiangyang Community.

In the empty room, an indescribable smell came to me.

The heavy curtain was drawn, and Tao Ran opened it, and saw that the window that had been aimed at Wu Guangchuan's house was stuck with a huge photo——

That was the night twenty years ago.