Chapter 55: Humbert Twenty-two

"You asked me to turn the ashes ... inside." Luo Wenzhou didn't know what expression to mobilize to face Fei Du, and had to give him a grinning smile. "Are you sure Xu Wenchao has such a pervert?"
"I think your point of view of 'normal people' is very interesting," Fei Du tucked Su Xiaolan's ashes, "on the one hand, I feel that this thing is a symbol of a mortal person, and on the other hand, it gives it extraordinary meaning, Such as sacred, obscene, not profane, not stigmatizing ... no matter who she was before. "
A small box, the weight is not too light, Luo Wenzhou took a few sighs after taking it: "The sense of ritual and taboo is because of the fear of life and death-I tell you Fei Du, if there is nothing but ashes after opening it, I will Squeeze you in. "
After he finished speaking, he put the small box on the ground, opened the lid with a bite of his teeth, pulled out the dilute aerosol and foam from the chicken and dog, put a goosebump on it, opened the bag containing the ashes inside, and reached for the scalp. under.
Suddenly, Luo Wenzhou froze. He looked at Fei Du and carefully pulled out a sealed plastic bag from a pile of ashes.
Fei Du laughed: "I don't need to go in?"
Luo Wenzhou carefully separated the grey outside the plastic bag through his gloves, and found that there was a very old pocket notebook, which was a little bigger than sixty-four. The pink plastic skin was very characteristic of the times.
Su Xiaolan's words are actually well written. Some of the pens are somewhat slick, and the pages are painted with some unknown decorations-skulls of ball-point pens, a group of "blood stains" wiped out by red pens, etc. It looks very depressing, and there are obscure sentences and exclamation marks everywhere.
"X years x months x days, the / person asked the fat man to mess with me and count the money at the door. I want to kill her! Slap her tongue out! Smash her with a sprinkling (wine) bottle Brain !!! "
As soon as Luo Wenzhou opened the notebook, he was smashed into his eyes with such a sentence. He breathed in a breath and tightened his brow.
"X year x month x day, Deng Ying came! Suddenly it rained heavily without an umbrella. She had come to my house before and ran to hide from the rain. There was someone in my family and that person was drunk! (A full page of ink in the back is messy) The helped the drunk to drag her into the house, and she was done! "
"The x-year x month x day, the police came to school, asked Deng Ying, and asked a lot of people, but didn't ask me, because I took a leave that day, and Deng Ying was in my toilet. The bite / people said that if we do n’t deal with her, we all have to Finish."
"X years x months x days, the cheap / person put Deng Ying into the refrigerator and pulled it away, and said that it was a wholesale popsicle. The smelly thing in the refrigerator was dying, I vomited, and the cheap / person hit me again."
Fei Du asked: "Who is Deng Ying?"
"I don't know," Luo Wenzhou's thick eyebrows looked like stringed strings, squeezing his voice, "At this time, Su Xiaolan was only in fourth grade. We didn't find a qualified victim, so we ruled it out-if this It was the first child to be killed. She should have broken in by accident. She may not have the characteristics afterwards. "
Twenty-four years ago, a midsummer evening.
The fourth-grade girl Deng Ying returned home from school, and suddenly the wind and rain fell. She did not take an umbrella and ran a few steps in the rain. She was really embarrassed. I remembered that the home of a good friend in the same class was nearby, and she could hide from the rain. My friend is said to be sick this day, and he can just visit--
Large locust flowers were blown away by the rain and wind, and the soft subtle fragrance was soaked in muddy water.
The girl did not have a cell phone and could not explain to anyone where she was going. She made a temporary intention and ran to a forgotten fork.
And that may not only be her fork.
Luo Wenzhou: "So Su Xiaolan's mother should have discovered another use of her daughter since then."
Fei was reluctant to squat on the ground like a big monkey, and watched the pamphlet scraped out of the ashes, and sat beside him, supported one leg, put the injured arm on it, and leaned against the ashes wall with no contraindication.
He divided half of the gods on this matter, and the other half on Luo Wenzhou, feeling that this person was a bit magical, so he couldn't help but ask, "What will happen to Su Luozhan?"
"Su Luozhan?" Luo Wenzhou was suddenly interrupted, and gave Fei Du a strange look. "What's the matter?"
Fei Du: "I mean she won't sentence."
"Oh, yes, containment and upbringing-she's about three years to this degree," Luo Wenzhou flipped a page of notes, and said lightly, "Come out three years later and look at it. I will let the police station in the district pay more attention to it. "
"Three years," Fei Du raised an eyebrow. "It is not enough to study undergraduate. I thought that when she said‘ fun ’, someone would rush in and choke her.

"I was more impulsive and I spent money to investigate the case, not in the monitoring room."
"What about you?" Fei Du took a bit of stubbornness. "You searched all night and were turned around by the victim's family. After listening to the people crying and cursing, you have to be in the place to have no complaints. Remorse the case, right? Now it's hard to catch the prisoners. Instead of telling them honestly, one of the culprits has no remorse and objectively doesn't have to bear criminal responsibility. Do you have no idea? "
Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and said lightly: "When I started to be a police officer, you were still watching cartoons at home,‘ intern ’.

"I don't watch cartoons," Fei Du said, "just playing games occasionally."
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
He coughed, Gu Gu said: "Su Xiaolan's diary did not mention how Su Hui handled the body. Do you have any ideas?"
Fei Du stared at Luo Wenzhou for a while with his "pretentative" gaze, and saw Luo Wenzhou as if he were on his back. He wanted to find a needle to sew his eyelids, and then let him go for a while, and then connected with the voice: "I Do I prefer carcassing, because I have a car, and I could n’t check the DNA at that time, chop a little, buy a few bags of ribs, mix the carcass pieces with animal bones, and throw them along the barren hills and mountains in the entire suburb. With bad luck, the human body was accidentally identified, and it was difficult for the police to determine who the body was. "
"If it was a corpse, Su Xiaolan should mention it in his diary," Luo Wenzhou ignored his cheerful tone and said as objectively as possible. "Moreover, a woman who is addicted to wine and a little girl may not have the physical strength of the corpse . "
"Then try to bury it. It is best to be in a place that is absolutely safe and sure to belong to me forever, and no one will move until I die.-If you are abroad, you can directly bury it in your own garden, but it is very domestic. Difficult, with our special land policy, burying a corpse is equivalent to burying a mine. It ’s bad if it explodes someday. It ’s not safe.
Fei Du said,
So I have to back down and choose the next corpse. It ’s easy to be turned out, and even if it is turned out, no one cares about it-such as some cemeteries in the countryside that are secretly buried, or drowning areas with a lot of water plants. "
"There are still some villages that do not fully implement cremation. There are always piles of graves piled up in the fields. Find new graves, or because someone just dug up the area and buried it in another person. The earth color will not cause I suspect that in the short term, that place will usually not be excavated again. But this requires the killer to be very familiar with the corpse. "Fei Dudun said," It is more convenient to be on the ankle of a person Put a stone on it and let the corpse sink into the water. After a while, the rope will rot with the corpse, the heavy objects will naturally detach from the corpse, and the white bone will be entangled by the crazy long waterweed. It has great potential to be the next one. The protagonist of the water ghost story. Everything that has happened in the world will leave traces, and the wise will lose everything. Instead of fighting with the entire public security system, it is better to remember to observe a criminal principle— "
Luo Wenzhou looked at him silently.
"Don't let the body be found. If the body is at risk of being pulled out, then don't make anyone who might touch the body think it is necessary to call the police."
Listening to his theory, Luo Wenzhou nodded: "It is very informative, but it is also difficult to operate-for example, you seem to faint, then, why do you faint?"
The corners of Fei Du's mouth froze subtly, as if being choked by this problem. After a while, he said a little bit stiffly, "I won't be dizzy if I know the reason."
After that, he stopped talking.
Luo Wenzhou successfully turned the criminal theorist into a quiet vase with a sentence, allowing him to sit on the side pleasingly, eliminate interference by himself, and continue to look at Su Xiaolan's diary calmly.
"It's possible to throw dead bodies in a drowning high hair band overgrown with water," Luo Wenzhou said quietly. "Su Hui's hometown is in Pinghai County. Pinghai has always been the reservoir of Yancheng. There are all kinds of ditches in it. She can ... uh? "
Luo Wenzhou originally swept Su Xiaolan's diary in one line and ten lines, and the daily parts of a lot of details were quickly skipped by him. Suddenly, he turned the page.
Those few pages are about school things. Su Xiaolan is very jealous. This cheap one is also cheap. It feels that she lives in cheap / human star, and there are no other species around. What attracted Luo Wenzhou's attention was a photo inside, which was supposed to be performed at school. Six girls stood on the stage to close the curtain together, and a row of slender legs was exposed outside the floral skirt.
The faces of the other five people were all covered with ballpoint pens. Su Xiaolan was in the middle and raised her chin slightly to stare at the camera.
Floral skirt-yes, there is no mention of floral skirts in her diary.
Luo Wenzhou hurried forward a few pages.
"X year x month x day, the dance teacher was cheap / good. I was afraid that she would take the money (retract the buckle) and let us buy the costumes by myself. Back. Bitter / people are not going to die! Teacher is not going to die !!! "
"Tomorrow rehearsal x year x month x, I don't have a skirt. I met the disgusting fat man outside the school and turned around the school. I followed him and he bought me that skirt."
"Su Xiaolan volunteered to sell herself for the first time for a floral skirt." Luo Wenzhou turned the year of the diary. "Twenty-two years ago, it was the first year we counted homogeneous cases. She was forced to assist in the crime. Turned to active crime--why hadn'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 'bad / humans' who persecute and abuse her. As for children, Deng Ying is afraid of her In addition, I instinctively avoided close relationships with my peers ... would a young girl with a gloomy temperament, earlier development, and unfortunately better-looking, be welcomed by classmates? Children who bully others, have more tricks than adults Many. Not to mention she hated the little skirts that the girls could easily wear. "
On the last few pages of Su Xiaolan's notebook, those angry graffiti gradually disappeared because of a person's appearance.
The precocious girl showed a clear love for this person, especially when she was unexpectedly found to be his own teacher. Although Wu Guangchuan was also a "guest", he had a gentle personality. On the one hand, he was a teacher and on the other hand he had unbearable desires. He is like a green plant growing out of the shadows, with a certain kind of malnutrition and melancholy temperament. He is obsessed with young girls and often shows Su Xiaolan's care and affection as a lover.
"X years x months x days, I went to his house today, and I do n’t tell the cheap / people about his money. I do n’t want his money. He went to my house twice a week to save me cheap / people to find other work. . "
"X year x month x day, I like him, he is my knight."
"X years x months x days, he said that he wanted to adopt me and to find a way to get rid of me."
...
"X years x months x days, the cheap / people said he has been here for half a year. Old customers who can be trusted can give him 'Sheep', I bought □ □, I want to kill her!"
"Year x year x month x, the / person really gave him the 'sheep', he actually wanted it! He actually wanted it! I hate him !!!"
"X years x months x days, I secretly followed him to Lianhua Mountain."
"He was watching someone else for x years x months x days, and that little / person was wearing a floral skirt."
"He was hospitalized for x years x months x days, and I tricked Xiaoxian into a hotel where he lived, tied her into a sheep, and waited for him."
Behind was a large group of dark ink, several pieces of paper were torn, and the smudge was mixed with several horizontal and vertical "hate". The diary was about to end, and there was no continuous content.
In the block of ink smudges, the screaming phone screaming sadly in the kidnapping case of serial girls in the city, and the floral skirt cut into rags.
The costume she wanted was branded with a floral skirt in her soul. It wasn't the obsession of the seekers, but a girl in the mud repeated her soul again and again. The process of sinking.
Wu Guangchuan once pulled her and stomped her back into the more hopeless abyss. Guo Fei's dress, which had been contaminated by unfortunate coincidence, became an iron cage, locked in her blood. Ten years of rust and rot, from life and death, passed on to the next generation.
The last page of the diary was glued to the plastic cover, Luo Wenzhou felt as if there was something in the back, and pulled it gently—a dozen photos fell out thinly.
The photos are old and new, they should be sneak shots. In a small room, the walls are covered with sound-proof materials, thick curtains are always pulled, the light is dim, and there is a different girl in each photo Unlike a different man, the beasts in human skin just happened to have a very easy to recognize face.
Fei Du picked up the only blurred photo from it.
It was an old photo with extremely poor light. Even if the level of the person taking the shot was very high, they could only take a rough outline. The shadows of the low-rise buildings were displayed in the night, the surroundings and darkness became one, and the lens was high. Focusing on the flower bed downstairs, a rose that was originally planted there is dead, leaving a small gap, just enough to intrude.
The slender girl was pressed against the glass, her hands were helplessly pressed against the window, her face was blurred, and there was the shadow of a tall man behind—
"Is this the photo of Wu Guangchuan and Su Xiaolan that Xu Wenchao sneaked while renting in Xiangyang District?"
At the same time, Tao Ran and a group of colleagues pushed open the door 201 of Unit 3, Building 8, Xiangyang District.
In the empty room, an indescribable scent came across.
The heavy curtains were pulled, and Tao Ran opened it, and saw that the window that had once aimed at Wu Guangchuan's house was stuck by a huge photo—
That was the night of twenty years ago.