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Chapter 9 The Second Hotel
The girl's voice was sad and long, echoing in the silent mountain for a long time.
Xiang Ya's breathing was a little chaotic, she stopped and supported the dead wood next to her to rest.
‘Why is the body still so weak in the dream. ’ She complained silently in her heart.
And the girl's voice gradually faded away, Xiang Ya wiped the sweat off her forehead, sighed slightly, and pulled up her legs that seemed to be filled with lead again.
The dark blue sky is covered with a layer of blackness, unlike the absolute blackness that gives people despair, the world at this moment is full of a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Xiang Ya looked up at the sky, frowned, and said, "Time is changing."
She silently quickened her pace, slanted through the dead wood forest with strong branches, and finally stopped at the side of a mountain road, and did not move forward.
Puddles of puddles were accumulated on the muddy yellow mud, and the sky did not know when it fell densely with rain. Large swathes of dark gray rain and fog blurred the mountains and forests, making it difficult to see both ends of the road.
Overlooking the south side of Xiang Ya Chao Road, the girl's calling sound became clearer, and a thin figure appeared in the rain and mist.
Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, she was only 3 meters away from Xiang Ya, but the girl seemed to be unable to see Xiang Ya in front of her. She held a vermilion spiritual tablet in both hands, her head drooped slightly, her expression was distraught, and her mouth opened mechanically. one together.
"Wang Wenxiu, born in 1967, is from Huangnan County, Lin'an. He doesn't know his way back. Come back soon."
It was Wang Wenxiu's soul that was shouting.
The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pointed face and shoulder-length hair. She looks very quiet. She is wearing a loose blue and white old school uniform, and the trouser legs are splashed with yellow mud. Move forward.
Xiang Ya stared blankly at the girl who was about to pass her by, and when he was about to call out the word "Jia Jia" as a test, he caught a glimpse of fog floating in the distance behind the girl.
She immediately fell silent, holding her breath and staring at the mist without moving.
The body dressed in black cloth clothes and black cloth trousers slowly stepped out of the fog, and the rain suddenly became thicker.
The rain drenched Xiang Ya's eyelashes, almost blurring her vision, and she blinked one after another, trying to make sure that what she saw was real.
A second later, she cursed in a low voice: "Grass!"
A headless woman is appearing at one end of the road step by step.
Xiang Ya was so frightened that he took half a step back, hesitating between running or not, and finally resisted his fear and stood where he was.
The headless woman was about to come to Xiang Ya in a blink of an eye. The girl from just now had already walked away, and her figure was about to melt into the gray mist at the other end.
Xiang Ya thinks that the headless woman is the soul called back by a girl suspected of "Jia Jia". This is a special dream, and women should be as unaware of Xiang Ya's existence as girls.
Unexpectedly, when Xiang Ya held his breath and waited for the other party to walk by, the woman stopped and was just in front of Xiang Ya's half arm.
At this moment, only the sound of rustling, rustling rain and wind whistling like ghosts are left in the world.
The eerie ghostly aura squirmed and floated towards Xiang Ya.
His brain seemed to explode suddenly, completely numb, and Xiang Ya went down for a moment.
Xiang Ya didn't dare to move her paralyzed hands and feet until she found that the woman showed no signs of attacking her.
She saw that the woman was still not moving, suddenly Fu Ling's heart came to her, and she hurried to catch up with the girl who was about to disappear. Looking back, she saw that the headless woman was following up again.
Xiang Ya exhaled a foul breath, patted his face to wake up, and then looked sideways at the girl next to him.
"Can you hear me?"
The girl ignored her and continued to call her soul.
Xiang Ya looked back at the woman who followed them at a certain distance, and said to the girl, "The mother you are looking for should be her."
"But you can't see her. She is decapitated, and she can't see you anymore."
"Why is this happening?" Xiang Ya whispered, following the girl through the thick fog.
The scenes on both sides changed to dark green moso bamboo forests, and the branched bamboo stalks blocked the road from time to time, and the mountain road became narrower and narrower.
As the green leaves sway, the villages in the distance are looming, and the houses are sparsely arranged, so quiet and deserted that they seem to be ruined.
When Zhang Fanyu went out, it rained heavily again. He thought it was bad luck, opened his umbrella and strode into the rain.
Half an hour later, he came to the Shirwan Hotel where the homicide happened not long ago.
There was a new person at the front desk of the hotel, Zhang Fanyu walked over, took out his police officer's card and signaled, "Hello, your colleague Wang Zhi is not going to work today?"
Wang Zhi was in charge of the front desk when Xiang Ya checked in that night.
Suddenly seeing a handsome guy, the front desk blushed, and he stumbled and said, "Wang Zhi has been sick for a few days and asked for leave."
Hearing this, Zhang Fanyu frowned, and pointed to the high-hanging surveillance camera next to him, "I heard that all the surveillance cameras on the night of March 5 were broken, can you call them out for me?"
The receptionist had a weird face when he heard the words, but he didn't say anything and was quickly transferred to monitor.
"Handsome guy, the monitoring is damaged. Look, it's all black and white." She turned the screen around, and the screen was full of black and white snowflakes.
"Can't fix it?"
The front desk shook his head, "It shouldn't work."
"Strange, why did it break down all of a sudden..." the woman muttered.
Zhang Fanyu, who was standing on the side, heard it and asked back: "You didn't know they were broken? Didn't a policeman come over on March 6 and ask you to get surveillance data?"
The front desk raised his head blankly, "No way, I was on duty all day on March 6th, so no police came to ask?"
Zhang Fanyu's heart sank, and he said, "Please copy the surveillance data, and I'll take it back to the bureau for repair."
After speaking, he walked away, took out his mobile phone and dialed Xiao Zhang who was still chatting with him in the police station just now.
Soon, the phone was connected.
"Hey, Fanyu, what do you want from me?"
"You just told me that you came to Xierwan to investigate Xiang Ya on March 6, but the front desk of the hotel..."
"What Xierwang? I didn't send the police over there on March 6th? Who is Xiang Ya? Are you crazy about the investigation into the murder of Xierwang's wife?"
His heart seemed to be falling into his belly, Zhang Fanyu had a serious expression, and he confirmed the message again and again: "You didn't call the police? You told me there was something weird here an hour ago."
"How is it possible, I didn't see you today." Xiao Zhang on the other end of the phone said innocently.
Zhang Fanyu stopped talking, he quickly hung up the phone, and dialed his master Quan Zhangan, "Master, didn't Xiao Zhang come to the bureau to hand in the information today?"
"No, I've been sitting in the office, and I haven't seen anyone from the police station come over. But you, why did you suddenly run out, and you disappeared when I came back from the toilet?"
Now, Zhang Fanyu could no longer describe this matter as a prank. He felt that he was being enveloped by a huge black shadow, and his voice was dry: "Master, have you heard the name Xiang Ya?"
Quan Zhang'an thought for a while, and said affirmatively, "I haven't heard of it."
'No, obviously you and I have heard of it, but you asked me to go out to investigate. ’ Zhang Fanyu retorted calmly.
"Maybe I remembered the wrong person, master, I still have something to do, I won't be returning to the bureau this afternoon." He hung up the phone.
Zhang Fanyu quietly looked at the heavy rain outside the glass window, the sky was gloomy, and the day was already as oppressive as the night.
"Handsome guy, the data is copied." The front desk shouted from behind.
The sound brought back Zhang Fanyu's mind, he turned around and quickly took the USB flash drive, and said, "Do you know where Wang Zhi lives?"
...
An hour later, Zhang Fanyu walked down from a dilapidated residential building. He stood under the eaves, silently staring at the rainwater dripping into the small ditch in front of him.
As he thought, Wang Zhi didn't remember seeing Xiang Ya when he was on duty.
Just now he asked Xiao Zhang to search for all the reports that he had reported to the police station on March 5, but all the reports about Xiang Ya disappeared.
All the people who came into contact with Xiang Ya during this period forgot her existence, only he remembered.
Weird, really too weird.
Zhang Fanyu understood that it was impossible to explain all this with common sense, and he quickly recalled the information he saw this morning in his mind.
"Xiang Ya, 23 years old, lives at No. 107 Dongyang Street, contact number 135..."
"We must find her to explain these things."
Zhang Fanyu returned to the car and drove to Dongyang Street.
Not long after, he stood in front of the bun shop, the rain stopped unknowingly, and the world was clear.
Zhang Fanyu carefully observed the steamed stuffed bun shop with the locked iron gate in front of him. He yelled loudly and patted the gate several times, but no one came out.
At this time, the owner of the nearby grocery store heard the sound and came out pulling his slippers.
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
"Boss, is the person who lives here named Xiang Ya?" He took out his police officer ID.
Seeing that it was the police, the boss felt relieved, "It's her, but yesterday I saw her go out with her luggage."
"Oh, maybe I'm hiding from my debts."
"Hiding debt?"
"Her parents disappeared a month ago, and she still owes a lot of debt. I heard that the house has been mortgaged and has not been paid off. The little girl may be scared by the debt collectors and go away." The boss sighed.
Zhang Fanyu lowered his eyes to think, and asked again: "Do you know why her parents owe money?"
"I don't know. The couple have been here for more than 20 years. They are both honest and responsible people. Our neighbors can't figure out why they owe so much money. Mr. Police, why are you looking for her?" the boss was curious. asked.
"It's nothing, she has reported to the police station before, come here to check." Zhang Fanyu made up a reason casually.
He was about to leave, but stopped when he thought of something, and asked, "Boss, in your eyes, what kind of person is Xiang Ya?"
"Xiang Ya, she often comes to the store to help, she studies and works hard, she has a good temper, but she is not in good health. Weak and weak, but much better than before."
"When I first heard that Lao Xiang owed money, I thought it was because Xiang Ya was seriously ill and needed money, but later I saw that Xiang Ya was doing well, and when I asked, she didn't know why the money was borrowed."
"Well, anyway, a good girl, a college student from a famous university, but now she is overwhelmed by the burden of this life..."
Hearing this, Zhang Fanyu asked, "Boss, my colleague originally followed this case. He has something for me to take over, but I don't know what Xiang Ya looks like. Do you have a photo of her?"
The boss turned his head slightly, thought about it for a while, and smiled: "Yes, my daughter is her senior sister, and the relationship is very good. Last year, I saw her posting photos of the two of them to the circle of friends. I called and asked. ask her."
After a while, the boss took the photo sent by his daughter and handed it to Zhang Fanyu.
"Well, that nice-looking little girl is Xiang Ya."
Zhang Fanyu squinted at the girl who pursed her lips and smiled in the photo. She looks fresh and beautiful, which is impressive.
After a while, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Isn't it impressive? On March 5, the girl who bumped into him at the door of the police station and called him his uncle turned out to be Xiang Ya.
The author says:
Xiangya: That's right, it's down there.
Congratulations to Sir Zhang for shortening the distance from chasing his girlfriend by 1 chapter =. =
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