Chapter 69: Fifth Night 04

Fang Daichuan clearly remembered that after the beer belly died on the first day, he touched his opponent's pocket. At that time, he and Li Sinian were not very familiar with each other, and the other party insisted not to touch the corpse, and he secretly disliked it in his heart. What did Li Sinian say at the time? "DeadMenTellNoTales", the latest series name of a blockbuster film.
However, the deceased did lie again.
A card that had never appeared before, lay peacefully in the clothes of the deceased.
Fang Daichuan suddenly raised his head.
Li Sinian was still competing with the safe. The old safe had rusty lock cores, and the opening process was not smooth. Li Sinian slapped the green leather box angrily while stabbing the key in. The green iron skin of the box was also mottled. I don't know if it was beaten violently in the past.
Fang Daichuan found a corner and squatted down, frowning while staring at Li Sinian's movements. The card that didn't know when it came out was held tightly in his hand.
Du Chaosheng must be a civilian. There is no doubt that he and Du Wei have a grudge. There is no reason for the two sides to discuss a flawed manual to confuse the eyes of non-civilians. Then the same reason can be proved that there must be a civilian between Du Wei and Chen Hui. According to Li Sinian’s speculation, they, Liu Xin, and Yang Song were four priests, Du Chaosheng, Old Lady Song, Du Wei Chen Hui at least one, Niu Xinyan’s mother and her son at most, and they were four ordinary villagers. The dead Zhao If Chu, Ding Zihui, and the remaining two in Minkeng are four werewolves, then the twelve positions are closely aligned. Where is the beer belly?
If Beer Belly is the last villager, then Niu Xinyan's mother and her son are both werewolves. The next day, when the little boy's second personality is cast, why should he vote for his mother?
I have to say that it is the second personality’s aversion to mothers, disguised as a father but fear of exposing it, making him eager to murder his mother, seems to be justified, but this malicious joke seems more subconscious, right? The fear and malice of co-side mothers.
In any case, there is no place for a beer belly, even a wolf? There is no place for him. Fang Daichuan hugged his head. After the first night of his death, the person "Beer Belly" seemed to have disappeared. No matter who inferred from the version, there was no such person's position. Everyone else didn't realize that it was wrong. So put it aside.
What is the identity of beer belly? Who is occupying his identity now? Why did the card return to the beer belly again? Who, for what purpose, and what method used to put the card back? Fang Dai Kawagoe thought about it, the more he felt cold.
Li Sinian scolded an and finally opened the safe. He is a little irritable, and he doesn't have the usual demeanor. Maybe it's too close to the truth. In front of the truth, the longer and more frustrated the journey, the more eager to approach it.
In front of it, Li Sinian seemed particularly nervous. He took a deep breath and stared at the slowly opening cabinet door, a ray of dust fell from the top of the door.
Li Sinian looked inside and found that the dusty safe for a long time did not appear to have been touched by anyone. Maybe no one had seen it before, perhaps the previous person who peeked carefully restored its original appearance. Inside was a kraft paper bag, not thick, but when Li Sinian pulled it out, he felt heavy in his hands.
Fang Daichuan also ended his bewildered speculation. He stuffed his identity card into his trouser pocket and looked up. Li Sinian's fingers trembling when unpacking the paper bag, the original tinge of pink on his fingernails also looked pale in the flickering lights.
The documents were dumped on the table by him.
Various contracts and documents, government approvals in foreign languages, and geological inspection reports are available in both Chinese and English.
Li Sinian's mother tongue is English. He went abroad when he was very young. He grew up with his mother. He doesn't feel it when he speaks Chinese, but at such a moment, it is obvious that he is close and distant. He reflexively pulled over the English material and scanned it at a glance.
Fang Daichuan picked up the Chinese materials scattered on the desk and looked through the order while sorting out the order.
Fang Daichuan seemed to struggle with many professional vocabularies, but he figured it out to the effect. Among those documents, arranged in chronological order from front to back, there are a total of five documents.
It's about the island underfoot.
There is an initial version of the geological survey report, which shows that there are huge diamond mines in this island. The signature of the manager is Li Heng, Fang Daichuan remembers, this is Li Sinian's father's name, the time is 2001. After just over half a year, it was the development report issued by Du Chaosheng to the local government, as well as the approval for the purchase of island use and development rights, but the development report did not mention this possible mineral.
Then came the second version of the report seven months after the initial report. This report is completely different from the first. The site exploration team carefully surveyed the relevant geological landforms and discovered that the diamond mine was buried in a deep crack in the back mountain of the island, and was extremely difficult to mine. Moreover, the location of this small island is not good. It is on the mountain pass of an active volcano under the sea, and there have been frequent activities nearby. It is estimated that the volcano will erupt within fifteen years.
Fang Daichuan took a breath, and quickly turned to the end of the report to see the date. The inscription is May 15, 2002.
Today is May 13, 2017.
There are still two days before the final eruption.
Fang Daichuan was shocked: "This boss is good, saying that seven days are seven days, and one day's buffer time is not given to us. The eruption is real!"
In fact, Li Si-nian had seen these things. Since his father was in charge of the project in 2001, he has left home and has not returned home since then. Li Si-nian has tried his best to explore the exploration site where his father worked over the years, hoping to find his father's last life track. He has seen the first three documents. He once thought that he was very close to the truth of the facts, so close that he was within reach, one step away.
Today's fourth and fifth documents really let Li Sinian touch the core truth of the incident.
The fourth document is the transfer letter of the island. Both parties are Du Chaosheng and Wang Shengzhi. The name was familiar. Li Sinian thought about the player profile he had handled for a while, and finally remembered that this was Yang Song's father.
However, the report attached to the transfer book is the first version, not the final version that has ascertained the true situation. Li Sinian's fingers turning the pages of the paper stopped suddenly, and he raised his head and closed his eyes.
He had guessed what was on the last document.
The final document does not have an English version, only one page in Chinese, which is directly printed from the web version of the mailbox.
Li Sinian stretched out his right hand, and Fang Daichuan hesitatingly handed it to him.
He didn't want him to see it because it was too cruel. However, he was reluctant not to show it to him, because it was the cruel truth he was searching for. And he knows deeply and clearly how cruel the truth he seeks is.
That is a letter, a letter from Li Heng to Wang Shengzhi.
He explained everything together, talking about Niu Nahan and Du Chaosheng's activities, talking about their schemes after they learned the truth, saying that their risks were passed on, saying that they had concealed the true report, saying that he had been possessed at the beginning and kept for some petty gains. Silence, betrayed his soul.
At the end of the letter, he said: "I can't get rid of the greed in my heart, nor can I face the condemnation of my conscience, but I can only wait for the destiny of death." He said: "I know that I become a demon with every thought, and my sins are serious. Make a resistance and kill with the neck to pay for the crime."
Fang Daichuan finally knew why the withered bones sat in the cave so peacefully, until they slowly died of starvation and thirst, and even the sea covered themselves. He was imprisoned there, but before he was imprisoned, he killed himself.
All the known clues drew a perfect circle in front of the eyes, like a Mobius ring, obviously having two sides, but twisted in a one-sided curved surface, and all the two-sided logic is finally self-consistent.
It was his silent indulgence that destroyed the only hope of a businessman, and it was his final untimely conscience that made him finally go to a dead end.
Li Sinian released his hand, and the printed mail fell to the ground precariously. Fang Daichuan looked at him anxiously. The man who was familiar with the rules and ignored human life, the man who was terribly calm during his life and death, was so silent at this moment that made people distressed.
Fang Daichuan silently wrapped his shoulders, somehow comforted, and gently pressed his head.
Li Sinian opened his eyes, hugged him abruptly, and put his head heavily on his shoulder. Fang Daichuan was a little at a loss. He awkwardly held his head and pressed it tightly to his heart, trying to warm him with the warmth of his heart.
He suddenly felt the cold liquid soak through his clothes.
The indifferent and affectionate Li Sinian, in a dark and narrow closet, in front of a corpse, was crying silently in his arms.
When he saw his father's body, he didn't cry. What was he thinking? Perhaps it is the desire for anger and revenge to squeeze the shock of grief. He was able to accept his father's insistence on justice and was assassinated by the gangsters, but in the end he found that his father with a great and perfect childhood memory was no different from those in the bureau.
No one is innocent.
How cruel.
Li Sinian's shoulders trembled lightly, it was a very subtle tremor. If it weren't for the coolness of the chest that continued to expand, Fang Daichuan would not even notice that this subtle tremor was a person crying. There was no wailing, no complaints, no screams and roars, or even a sound.
Even the arc of trembling was stubbornly enduring, for fear that others would see it.