Chapter 35: Elegy of the rabbit

Ep28 Bunny's Elegy
After breakfast, Leo and Li Biqing decided to go to the town's church.
According to the information provided by the county police, before Bellaire returned, both daughters were adopted in the orphanage set up in the church and looked after by a priest named Bai Yisi. Bellaire is now being detained as a suspect, and her youngest daughter, Debi, is still being raised by the priest.
"Father Bai Yisi? Are you familiar with him?" Federal agents asked the county police.
"Yes, he has been serving in the church in this town for almost twenty years." The other responded, "I have never seen a priest who is more religious than him. He lives a simple and kind life. In his eyes every child is an angel. So I am happy with the tedious affairs of the orphanage. "
"It sounds like a saint," the Chinese-born boy whispered.
The federal agent shrugged: "I don't deny that there are real saints, but this year, the number of villains and saints is like the lake you swim in and the cup of coffee in my hand."
"How can there be such an exaggeration." Li Biqing laughed. "We might as well visit the priest and talk to Debi by the way-can you, Leo?"
The dark-haired detective nodded, looking calm.
The only Catholic church in the town is located on the outskirts, near the forest, old and quiet.
When they found Father Bai Yisi, the gray-haired man, about forty years old, was kneeling on the floor half-heartedly, listening intently to a three-to-four-year-old black boy babblingly describing his paintings.
"What is this ... whale? Yes, it looks a bit skinny. Do you want to feed it ... little fish? Yes, it eats those ... Do you want to eat too? No problem, I will confess love Mother, shall we eat fried fish tonight ... "
Leo stepped forward and said, "Priest-"
"Please wait." The priest replied without raising his head, and whispered softly to the child until he was content with the picture book, followed by the nun who came to find him, and then stood up and said to Leo, "Sorry, If the children are not allowed to finish what they want to say, they will be very frustrated. What are you doing to me? "
Federal agents and companions looked at the priest: his face was slightly longer, his forehead was broad, his gray-blue eyes were deep and clear, his body was a bit thin, and he looked like a tall bamboo under an old, clean black robe. Looks like a respectable elder.
Leo showed his credentials. "We came here for Renee's case. I heard her sister was adopted by the church's welfare home."
Father Bai Yisi showed a little disapproval. "Dai Bi is only a five-year-old child. I don't want to help the FBI."
"How do you know if you don't try?" The detective asked back. "Are you worried about the child? I promise we will try our best to avoid the irritation."
Fr. Bai Yisi for a moment, reluctantly agreed, "Come with me, I will take you to her room." He turned and walked and said, "You can let me stay in the room when you ask questions. Is it here? I'm afraid this child recognizes a child. "
"No problem," said the agent.
When Leo and Li Biqing met Debi, she was sitting on the rug by the crib, playing with an old radio cassette recorder. The tape recorder is in the shape of a pink rabbit, the tips of both ears have been worn away, and one side has cracked the crossing, which looks like a girl's toy and collection for many years.
Li Biqing felt that when Leo saw her, his muscles were stiff. He rested his palm quietly on the other side's waist, stroking it encouragingly.
No matter what happens, I am by your side.
Leo knew what the action meant, and his nervousness and anxiety eased miraculously. He stopped three meters from the little girl, hesitated, and took another step forward. Li Biqing crossed him, went to the little girl and squatted down, and asked in a gentle and brisk tone: "Hi, Debi, what are you playing?"
The little girl looked up at him, and seemed totally uninterested in answering, and lowered her head and fiddled with the buttons on the radio.
There is no sound from the radio.
"The rabbit is so cute, but I think it is hungry and has no energy to sing." Li Biqing told her.
Debi stopped and looked up at him again. "She, not it." She corrected with an accent, and then asked, "What does she like to eat? Carrots?"
"No, I think she likes to eat batteries." Li Biqing winked at Leo, motioned him to get the battery, and then pulled out something from his pants pocket, which is a puppet that can be put on a hand for talking games A big furry raccoon. This is what he bought from a toy store on the way to church to prepare to cope with children. "In addition, she feels very lonely and needs a partner to play with her while you sleep. What do you think of this raccoon, he is a great boy!"
Debbie took the blue raccoon from him and asked the pink rabbit: "Do you like him, Renee?"
Li Biqing said in surprise: "Renee? Isn't this your sister's name?"
"She said she liked it, but she couldn't play with him." Debi said to herself, dropped the raccoon puppet, and held the pink rabbit cassette recorder in her arms. "Mom will beat her."
Li Biqing pondered the information revealed in the childish words, and carefully asked, "Does mom always talk about Renee?"
"Yes, hit her, slap, and sometimes use branches."
"why?"
"Mom said she was bad. She was a bad girl."
"What do you think? Do you also think Renee is a bad girl?"
"I don't know." Debi thought for a while and said, "Renee will kill me loudly, hit my head with my hands, and sometimes buy me sugar and donuts, half good and half bad."
"Where did she get the money for sugar and donuts, did mom give it?"
"I don't know, my mother won't give us money." Debi seemed to be a little boring, and she refused to speak again after speaking.
It seemed that she was reluctant to mention her mother and had to find another entry point, Li Biqing thought. He pointed to the long ears of the rabbit radio cassette player: "You said she was Renee? Is she your sister?"
Debi glanced at him strangely, as if she thought the question was stupid. "She's a rabbit." The little girl said quietly, "But Renee sings in the rabbit."
"Renee ... singing in a rabbit? What do you mean?" Li Biqing asked.
"She likes that song, and she often hums." Debi said.
After thinking about it, Li Biqing didn't understand the unknown words, so she turned to the topic and asked, "Does Renee have any friends? Who else is she with besides you and your mother?"
Debi looked up at Father Bai Yisi, who was standing in the corner of the room.
"Oh, I know, the priest has adopted you for more than two years, except for the priest?"
"I don't know," said the little girl, lethargic, making a creaking, faint noise with her fingernails.
Father Bai Yisi, who was always quiet, came forward and said, "Sorry, I think you've asked enough. The poor child knows nothing. She only remembers that her mother and sister hit her. I believe time can wash Take bad memories, but only if there is no one to remember the past in front of her. "
Leo walked into the room and brought a few batteries. Li Biqing took it and handed it to Debi: "Do you want to feed the rabbit something?"
The little girl nodded.
He put the battery in the old recorder and then pressed the play button.
The micro-tape rotates and makes a hissing sound, like a broken piece of time, and then a piece of music comes out, accompanied by a slow and strong drum beat. At first it sounds a bit like church music. Sound, with singing-like piety, holy and spiritual. But Li Biqing always felt something wrong.
After listening for a while, he suddenly realized that the tune was full of indescribable gloom. No, it's not just gloom, it's darkness, solemnity, depression, fear; it's a secret wound, a mourning groan, a tremor of the soul. As if a pale, long-haired ghost wandered among the gravestones, dripping cold tears, singing a stabbing funeral:
"Youlie, silenttherebeforeme (quietly, you lie in front of me)
Yourtears, themymeannothingtome (your tears, meaningless to me)
Thewind, howlingatthewindow (wind, howling at the window)
Thelove, youneverg □ e, Igivetoyou, Reallydon’tdeserveit (love, you never gave it to me, and I gave it to you, it is really not worth it)
butnow, there’snothingyoucando (but now, you can do nothing)
Sosleepinyouronlymemory (so sleep, in your only memories)
Andweep, mydearestmother (Crying, my dear mother)
Here’salullabytocloseyoureyes, goodbye (this is a lullaby that closes your eyes, farewell)
ItwasalwaysyouthatIdespised (I have always despised you)
Idon’tfeelenoughforyoucry, onmy (I ’m not too sad to cry for you)
Here’salullabytocloseyoureyes, goodbye, goodbye ... (this is a lullaby that closes your eyes, farewell, farewell ...) "
In any case, this is not a song that a nine-year-old girl should listen to.
Li Biqing seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and pressed the stop button suddenly.
"Is Renee like this song?" He asked Debi.
The little girl nodded.
"This song ... sounds very evil," Father Bai Yisi frowned deeply, "especially the phrase 'Farewell', like a moan of a ghost."
Li Biqing opened the recorder cabin door, took out the small tape, and said to the priest, "I want to borrow this tape. Will it be okay in a few days?"
The priest replied, "As long as its owner agrees."
Li Biqing turned her head and asked the little girl, "I want to listen to Renee singing, can you lend it to me?"
Debi stared at him with big, light blue eyes like a doll. "Renee doesn't like being heard. Mom knows she'll hit her."
"I hid secretly to make sure I wasn't known, and my mother wouldn't know."
"……you promise?"
"Yes," Li Biqing pulled over the expressionless Leo and showed her the badge on the inside of her suit. "In the name of the police."
"Well, believe the police, adults say that." Debi lowered her head, reached into the raccoon puppet, and started playing with her new toy.
"Excuse me, sorry." Li Biqing nodded to Father Bai Yisi, and they said goodbye politely.
Until walking out of the church, Li Biqing felt that the tight-fitting body of the dark-haired detective was slightly relaxed. He held the other's arm with concern, "Are you okay, Leo?"
"Fortunately, it's easier than I thought." Leo smiled reluctantly. "I try not to look at her face."
Li Biqing hugged him and patted his back comfortably. "Slowly will get better until you are completely relieved."
Leo returned a tighter hug, buried his face in the hair of the Chinese boy's ear, and greedily smelled his body scent-that was the most effective sedative and also a seductive psychedelic / magic drug.
At this moment, the ringtone in the pocket phone rang unexpectedly, and Leo took it out to answer. He soon ended the call and said to Li Biqing, "It's Eden. There was news from the search team that there were no fresh bodies besides the four aged bones on the bottom of the lake. The bodies of those four people and nearby ones There was nothing suspicious in the silt, and they were suspected to have drowned accidentally. "
"That is to say, there is only one victim like Renee?" Li Biqing frowned, muttering, "No, this is not my guess ..."
Leo thought about it, and tried to choose not to hit him. "Maybe, the murderer has only killed Renee so far? It doesn't rule out that he has other goals, but he hasn't had time to start."
Li Biqing pondered, without talking.
Leo annoyed that he couldn't speak more pleasantly, and pulled him into the car. "Anyway, the clue seems completely broken. Although we believe Bellaire did not kill her daughter, we can't tell the truth. The court will not win the letter. We can only continue our efforts and hope to find some clues about the killer. "
Li Biqing sat in the car, silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "I want to listen to this tape."
"No problem. When I pass by the electronics store, I will buy a radio cassette recorder." The agent said.
Back at the hotel, Li Biqing stuffed the tape into the newly purchased cassette recorder and pressed the play button. The gloomy and secretive song was floating in the room again.
Leo searched on the Internet with a notebook, and quickly found the song's information, and read it out: "The song is called" Angel's Room ", an episode of a horror game. The lyrics express a mother The abandoned child has a complex mood when facing her deceased mother. On the one hand, she hates her mother for always neglecting, rejecting, and abandoning her; on the other hand, she loves her deeply, even if she thinks that her mother Never loved herself. She gave her mother a lullaby to pass away, but at the same time, she would not shed a tear.
Li Biqing groaned: "Actually, it wasn't the mother who died, but the daughter ... Renee loved listening to this song during her lifetime, and it is likely that she found emotional resonance in it. Regrettably, this precocious girl had a strong influence on Pele Li's complex feelings of love and hate may never be noticed by that mentally troubled mother. "
Leo didn't speak, and the subject made him feel heavy.
The song repeatedly chanted was nearing its end. The two seemed to be trapped in the spectacle it created. Until the song was finished, only the hissing sound of the tape was left, and they remained silent.
I don't know how long it has been, maybe four or five minutes. When Li Biqing got up and turned off the radio, some faint and weird sounds suddenly came out of the sound ...
Li Biqing froze.
"What's this sound?"
Leo put his ears over and listened carefully. "Footsteps, barely audible. And ... the bells?"
Li Biqing nodded. "It doesn't sound like an ordinary bell. It's old-fashioned, big, similar to a bronze bell in a temple?"
"It's the bell of a church! I noticed a moment ago. The Catholic church has a tall bell tower with a gazebo-like top, a metal clock, and a visual observation that it was about one meter high in the past. This should be a bell hammer. The sound of striking the bell. "Leo said.
"That is, the following paragraph is actually a recording? The place is in the church. Was it recorded by Renee? Why?"
"It's not clear yet, listen again."
Then there was silence.
The two listened patiently until the rustling footsteps sounded again, accompanied by the creaking sound of the rusty door shaft, and the footsteps began to reverberate. They could almost imagine the picture: Renee wore a long black dress uniformly distributed by the orphanage, carrying a pink rabbit-shaped tape recorder, drifted ghostly across the atrium and corridor of the church, opened a rarely opened doorway, and walked in A narrow, echoing space-maybe a staircase to the cellar. She was a little curious, a little nervous, and a little scared, holding the rabbit tightly with her fingers, and accidentally pressing the recording button ...
Then there was a long silence.
Suddenly, a sound of strong footsteps broke through the silence, as if the mirror of the dust was dropped by a miss and shattered-the rushing running sound, the rapid breathing, and it was recorded in the rotating magnetic tape exceptionally clearly and faithfully. The cymbal drum beats the listener's heartstrings.
Renee, what frightened her and made her suddenly panic? Or, what secrets did she peek into?
The two listened very carefully with their ears open, but all the sound came to an abrupt halt, the play button jumped up automatically, and the tape was over.
Leo and Li Biqing looked at each other, and saw the other side's determination filled with doubts and inquiries.
"It seems we need to go to the church again."
"But if I go straight to this, I'm afraid nothing can be found. Unless I apply for a court search warrant, I think if the object of suspicion is the only Catholic church in the town known for its pious conservatism, then it may not be easy to do."
"Do you know an idiom called 'Darkness Chen Cang'." The Chinese boy said.
The federal agent smiled slowly: "It doesn't sound very compliant, boy, but you always have this style."
Li Biqing asked with a smile: "What about you?"
"I will put the murderer first-but you, stay with me in the hotel."
"Want to leave me alone, no way!"
"I can also cuff you on the bed rail."
"Come on, here's another trick!" Li Biqing said dissatisfied, "It's just a church, not Longtan Tiger Cave. What danger can you have? You have to let me follow, or ..."
"Otherwise?" The black agent narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Otherwise I would feel very, very boring, maybe I would call a group of strippers to come and have a party in the room or something ... Oh, don't think I dare not do it. If Jasmine knew, I would tell her, in fact I wanted to go to church to wash my soul, but her brother was reluctant, so I had to fall, "said the boy slyly.
"... Okay, you won. But you have to follow me, everything is under command." Leo reluctantly compromised.
The winner shouted happily, "Yes, sir!"
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