Chapter 103:

Mother Yang, who had learned the truth, almost passed out crying, and she shouted her daughter's name in tears, but her hoarse and desperate voice only echoed in this narrow room, unable to spread further. She raised her head and looked around in the void constantly, constantly searching on everyone's face, trying to find the shadow of her daughter, but no, the daughter was gone, she left the world completely.
Mother Yang remembered that when her daughter was still alive more than 20 years ago, she always likes to help her clean up the messy kitchen, bedroom, and living room beside her, and complains coyly: "Mom, why do you have such a bad memory? Well, your fengyoujing, come here, I will apply it to you, and now my head still hurts? If I waited for me to grow up and get married, what can you do, do n’t even find the keys to your family Can't you come? "
Later, when her daughter died, she was very sad. She was always ill all year round, so her memory was worse, and she couldn't even find the keys to her family. But she somehow possessed Dafa Dafa. No matter what she lost, as long as she walked around the house twice and yelled a few times, those things would appear in her reach.
She was complacent about this. For a long time, this was a little secret she enjoyed alone, and it was a little sweet in her painful life. But until today she didn't understand that it was not a big deal at all, it was her daughter who couldn't let her go and had been guarding her and taking care of her!
But what did she do? She forgot her daughter's hatred and fled far, denying the existence of her daughter to everyone around her. When she never knew she was doing all this, her daughter was watching. How much should her daughter's heart hurt? Is it more painful than that rainy night? Is it more painful than having your eyes poached and your neck pinched off?
Mother Yang couldn't think about it anymore. She knelt down on the ground and slammed the legs of the table with her head, hoping to hit herself to death. How can she hurt her daughter like this!
"Lan Lan, mother is sorry for you, mother is wrong, you come back! You come back!" But it is useless, such a call has long been useless, just as her call Dafa completely failed on the day three years ago . When she collapsed and cried because of a remote control, how heartbroken was her daughter? The daughter's revenge has not yet been reported, she is not dead!
"I have a daughter. How could I have no daughter? I gave birth to two children in my life. I gave birth to my daughter Yang Shenglan when I was eighteen, and gave birth to my son Yang Shengfei when I was twenty-eight. I have two children. My baby. Especially my daughter, who is clever, sensible, obedient, well-studied, and looks very beautiful. It is my little cotton-padded jacket, and the most intimate is her. My daughter is Yang Shenglan, this gentleman, I have a daughter . "
She looked at Fangallo and begged: "Yes, she was raped and killed, I want to avenge her, I want to find the murderer who killed her, this gentleman, please help me!" For the ability of youth, She never had any suspicions, and only she knew the things that he had broken through. She had never even spoken half a word before her son, including the collapse to the extreme cry.
Fangallo shook his head with regret: "I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Mother Yang walked to the young man's knee and cried, "How come, can you see my daughter's existence! Didn't you see her? Please help us!" She hurriedly dragged her son and forced him to kneel, Pressing his head made him bow his head, as if he could put his posture in the dust and change back to his daughter.
All the people around were crying, don't start, they couldn't bear to look at it, they didn't dare to stop it, and even Zhuang Zhen couldn't help but red his eyes. Only Song Rui covered his face with his hand, avoiding the camera. I'm sorry, he really can't resonate with this tragic scene, but it makes him feel sorry for this, and it's not a small improvement.
"All I saw was the remnant left by her. That day was too painful for her. No matter what, she had already taken it all away." Van Gogh looked down at Mother Yang with a pitiful expression and said. The words are very cold: "You have already given up on her, so she also gave up on herself, so forget it."
"Can't count! Can't count! I've never given up on her, I haven't!" Mother Yang cried and cried with her necklace, saying, "I can't give up, I can't give up! I will avenge my daughter!" "
Yang Shengfei took two steps on his knees, gnashing his teeth to Fangallo, but as soon as his head was lowered, he was caught by the cool palm of the other party.
Fangalodine looked at them, with a compassion light in his eyes, and finally sighed: "Since you don't want to give up, try the last method."
"What method? You said, we listen, we are willing to do anything!" Mother Yang immediately stopped crying and wiped away the tears on her face. Yang Shengfei also stared at Van Gogh attentively, his eyes shining with hope.
"Invite the soul." Fangalo put Yang Shengfei's hand gently on the mother Yang's hand pulling the necklace, and continued: "But it wasn't me who moved, but you who moved yourself. Hold this and take all the words in your heart to her Say it and see if she can hear it. "
"I don't need a ritual?" Mother Yang's voice trembled slightly with excitement and longing.
"No, just faith." Van Gogh touched his eyebrows and his voice was soft: "Faith strong enough is the best ritual, understand?"
"I get it! I get it!" Mother Yang nodded and pressed her head to the cold necklace, sobbing: "Lan Lan you come back, mother is waiting for you here! Lan Lan, Yang Shenglan, you heard Mom? Never dislikes you. For your sake, Mom and your grandparents do n’t know how many quarrels have happened. Mom hates them and always says you are ugly. Mom never thinks you are ugly. Mom just feels too painful. The pain is not going to last anymore! Mom is not reluctant to mention you, mom is afraid to mention you, because as soon as I think of you, my mother's heart will tear, hurt, and pull, and the pain will die to life! I ’m dead, and I ’ll change you back! The sins you ’ve suffered, mommy dreams every night! Mommy ca n’t wait for those dreams to be true, the one who suffers is me, not my daughter; the one who died is also me , Not my daughter, if you can change your safety, my mother is willing to do anything. Mom is too painful, your name is like a steel knife, can dig out the heart of mom! Woo woo ... Yang Shenglan, you come back, Mom gave you your life! "
Mother Yang collapsed on her son's body, her breath gradually fading.
Yang Shengfei looked up and shouted again and again: "Sister, you come back! I have sworn in front of your grave to help you take revenge! For you, I study hard and report to the police academy despite my father's opposition. Bad guy! Have you seen it? Feifei has grown up, Feifei has not forgotten you for a second! Sister, Yang Shenglan, you come back, you come back! "
The two looked around in a panic and shouted, while Van Gogh kept his eyes closed, as if feeling something. Seeing that Mother Yang shook her body and supported her head, when she was about to faint, he suddenly whispered: "Come."
"What?" The mother Yang, who was on the verge of syncope, couldn't help but rejuvenate.
"Your daughter seems to hear it." Fangallo opened his eyes, and mysterious light circulated in his pupils.
Mother Yang looked at him in a trance, and then shouted in panic: "Necklace, the necklace is hot!"
Yang Shengfei also stared blankly at his hand over the palm of his mother's palm, with a stunned expression on his face. The necklace is really hot, and the temperature is getting higher and higher, as if it is burning soon, but in the eyes of others, it is still the original appearance, silver, cold, nothing special.
Faced with such a weird scene, the mother and son were astonished. The rest of them were stunned and stunned.
Zhuang Zhen wrinkled his brow tightly, apparently did not believe the words of the mother and son, but it was not easy to poke in front of the elders. He thought it was a very successful hypnosis, and that necklace was a hypnotic prop. Being able to successfully perform this ghost trick under his eyelid twice, I have to say that there are still two brushes in Van Galo.
Van Gogh gently supported the mother and son's hands together, and commanded: "Close your eyes and feel the message she brought to you. You must remember what you see, and don't forget it."
"Oh! Understand, understood!" Yang Mother and Yang Shengfei were like two puppets. Van Gogh said what they would do. At this time, they quickly closed their eyes and felt attentively. Gradually, the expressions of the two became calm and serene, and even showed a light smile, as if the years were quiet and worry-free.
Worried that they would indulge in it, Fangallo reminded again: "Speak the scene you see, and be as detailed as possible."
Mother Yang was fascinated by her daughter ’s energetic smile. Yang Shengfei, as a policeman, had stronger self-control in the end, and began to slowly describe everything she saw: "I, my perspective is very strange, I saw myself, and I Mom, they walked in front of me and said something with a grin. I was very young, so tall, my mom picked me up ... "
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, then slowly raised it again, suddenly realized: "I understand! I am in my sister's body, everything I see is seen by her eyes. She is wearing a bright red dress, It was my aunt who brought her from Hong Kong City. There was only one in the town. Everyone praised her for being beautiful on the road. I could feel her mood. She was very happy and wanted to walk around the town wearing this skirt. Circle, let everyone see. This is, this is the day she was killed ... "
Yang Shengfei's expression suddenly became extremely frightened, and cold sweat began to drip from his forehead. But what Mother Yang saw was completely different from him. She suffered from severe heart disease in recent years, so everything she saw was beautiful, peaceful, and the happy past of their family.
Mother Yang was smiling, but Yang Shengfei began to struggle: "She took the lunch box to the steel mill to deliver food to her father. No, don't go! Can't go! I, I can't control her body!"
Fangalo held the mother and son's hands with one hand, and gently pressed Yang Shengfei's shoulder with one hand to calm him down.
Everyone in the test room began to lean forward, watching Yang Shengfei intently, and Song Rui took out his notebook and quickly recorded the case. Only Zhuang Zhen raised his forehead with one hand, and struck the desktop with one hand, which seemed very impatient. He guessed that before the tragedy really happened, Yang Shengfei would definitely wake up, and he could not see anything substantial. The so-called psychic is just some deceitful tricks. It is to dig out the secrets of the helpers and let them annotate themselves. The answers found are also some specious speculations, meaningless at all, let alone Help to solve the case.
But he guessed wrong, and Yang Shengfei was not sober. Instead, he was hidden in his sister's body and walked into the steel factory twenty years ago.
"After finishing the meal for my dad, my sister walked out along an unmanned path, followed by footsteps, and the sister was about to go back and fainted! At that moment, she suffered a pain in the back of the head and she was hit. Now! "Speaking of which, Yang Shengfei also showed a painful expression.
Song Rui put this description on a wavy line because it is very important.
Zhuang Zhen's impatient expression froze on his face, and the hand that struck the table became stiff without knowing it.
Yang Shengfei continued: "My sister was awake, she couldn't see, she couldn't scream, her eyes were blindfolded by a cloth, her mouth was clogged with something, it smelled like a kerosene, coke, and, There is also the smell of not mixing for a few days in a bath. She has no way of struggling. She is tied up, her hands, feet and body are folded and packed in a sack. Her clothes are gone, and the rough sack rubs her Her body brought a tingling pain. A lot of heavy objects pressed on her, making it difficult for her to breathe. She was scared, very, very scared, and she shouted our names in my mind, over and over again! "
Yang Shengfei's crying eyes shed two lines of tears, but the mother sitting beside him showed a happy smile. Yang Shenglan let them see a completely different scene.
Song Rui wrote the eleven words [the clothes were stripped, the testimony may be wrong] on the notebook and handed it to Zhuang Zhen. Zhuang Zhen glanced at it with a glance, with a solemn expression on his face.
The police responsible for investigating this case had interviewed the employees of the steel factory. Many people said that they saw Yang Shenglan leave the steel factory after delivering food to Yang father, because her red dress was very beautiful, and there was only one in the town. Everyone still remembers this. Residents near the steel plant also said: I saw a girl in a red dress walking across the street, bouncing around in circles, very lively. That must be Yang Shenglan's doubt.
From this, the police inferred that Yang Shenglan was the murderer met in the suburbs, and the suspicion of the steel plant employees was completely ruled out.
But now, through Yang Shengfei's account, Song Rui has found that this inference is wrong. Yang Shenglan was stunned at the steel mill, stripped of his clothes and worn by someone, thus misleading all witnesses. Because of the testimony of these witnesses, the police made a wrong judgment. Who is the person wearing the red dress? This is a huge doubt and will be the key to solving the case!
Zhuang Zhen squeezed the corner of the notebook tightly, and the back of his hand was full of force, and there were blue bars. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he knew that the scenes described by Yang Shengfei were reasonable, and even made up for all the doubts that they could not always find out. All the speculations previously established on the testimony of witnesses were rejected by these words, but they also gave people a sense of bluntness, as if the truth were like this!
Zhuang Zhen breathed a sigh of breath, and finally was willing to listen carefully to Yang Shengfei's words, and finally realized that this so-called psychological hint may not be just a psychological hint.
Yang Shengfei continued to say, "There are more and more weights on my sister. I can feel that she can't bear it anymore. Those weights increase little by little, and every time they get heavier, there will be footsteps. The heavy objects were so hard that she felt sore all over her body, and the smell was very pungent. It was ... coke! I recognize this taste. Every winter in my family, it is burnt with coke from a steel mill! "
Song Rui took her notebook from Zhuang Zhen's hand and wrote: "She was stunned and put in a sack and hidden in the steel factory where the coke was stored. Her clothes were worn by others, so that There was a collective error in the witness testimony. The direction of your investigation was deviated from the beginning. The murderer was someone from the steel plant, not a blind street. 】
Zhuang Zhen took up the pen and wrote a line of words very heavy: [It is only after the investigation that the authenticity of these words can be determined. 】
Song Rui squinted at him, revealing irony.
Yang Shengfei's cheeks began to redden, and she tried to stretch her neck to gasp: "Sister can't breathe, she is about to be crushed to death! She, she fainted, and when she woke up she felt there was still weight on her body, but it was not so hard , Her body was shaking, bumping up and down, as if in a car, no, not a car, "Yang Shengfei leaned his head, as if listening to something, and then said firmly:" It is a bicycle, exactly a three-wheeled bicycle! This is one A three-wheeled bicycle, with a coke dragging a bucket, was riding a long way, someone was saying hello to the rider, but my sister could n’t breathe, her ears were buzzing, and she could n’t hear clearly. . She tried hard, but she was tied for too long, pressed for too long, her whole body blood coagulated, she could not feel anything at all! "
Yang Shengfei ’s tears came out violently. He had never experienced such an experience once. He could never imagine his sister ’s pain and despair at that time.
"The beast finally stopped. He moved the coke from his sister, opened the sack, and dragged the sister out. He kept silent and was terrible in silence! Ah! Ahhhh!" Yang Shengfei began to growl, his muscles all over his body In convulsions and tremors, Van Goghro hadn't struggled violently because of the hand that gently pressed his shoulder, nor did he drop the necklace.
"Beast! Beast! Beast!" He cried out three beasts in tears, and his voice was full of bitter hatred: "He poached my sister's eyes away! He was beating her, torturing her, pinching her neck, Stop it! Stop it soon ... Sister, the sister is gone, he is holding his ankle and dragging away for a long time, there are many gravel on the ground, which has worn her back, and the sharp blades have scratched her skin, but She was so painful that she no longer felt pain. She was thrown in the river, scrubbed many times, and then thrown in a damp place, and was attacked again. The cold water drops fell, and the beans were big. , It's raining, and my sister's neck is cut off ... "
Yang Shengfei finally let go of his mother's hand and wept bitterly on the floor: "Sister died, she was tortured alive ..."
At the same time, Mother Yang was holding the necklace, and she smiled with joy. The diametrically opposite performance of the mother and son is like an absurd drama, which makes people look uncomfortably uncomfortable! Even if he died, Yang Shenglan was still taking care of her mother with her unique tenderness, and then gently hugged her younger brother and left like a wind.
The spirit-raising ceremony was never dominated by Van Gogh, but the shock he brought to everyone was difficult to describe in words.
Song Nuan was dumbfounded, and his tears fell unconsciously.
All the staff who saw this scene through the monitor also burst into tears and burned with anger in their hearts. What kind of demons will do such a cruel thing! Be sure to catch him! for sure!
Song Rui pushed his notebook to Zhuang Zhen, which stated simply and clearly: [Suspect: steel mill employee, indifferent personality, inflexible; job type is porter, boiler worker or purchaser; strong, hardworking, He has a good relationship and good criticism. He is a good old man with a lot of words; he was between 30 and 45 years old at the time of the incident, living alone or widowed. The whereabouts of that red dress must be ascertained, and may provide you with more strong evidence. 】
Zhuang Zhen took the notebook and looked at it, and then looked at the handsome young man sitting opposite him. The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated. If these words were spoken from Van Gogh, he might doubt them, but they were described by Yang Shengfei himself, and he knew nothing about this colleague. If the other party knew the truth, how could it be in Mobei? Hopelessly struggling for more than a month?
Zhuang Zhen tried to find an obvious flaw to overthrow these words, but he couldn't find it. The cruel details, one by one, one by one, all matched the forensic autopsy report! Even many descriptions are the truth that only dead victims and murderers can know!
So, this spirit-raising ceremony is likely to be true! This cognition completely subverted Zhuang Zhen's three views, causing him to be confused and overwhelmed for the first time.