Chapter 7-4

Qin Fang assisted the nurse in registering the relics and then sent the body to the morgue for preservation procedures. However, according to regulations, he and An Man were only in a couple relationship and did not belong to immediate relatives. The subsequent death certificates and other relatives required their contacts. Qin Fang took a lot of effort to call An Man's phone address book one by one, and finally made progress: a woman who answered the phone said that she was An Xiaoting's distant second aunt. When she heard the news of An Man's death, she didn't seem particularly surprised, and only said that she would not notify her grandfather in her hometown.

When hanging up the phone, Qin Fang heard her say to the person beside her: "It's the youngest daughter of the Lao An family. She has been restless since she was a child. She looks at eighty at the age of three, sooner or later."

...

It was almost the evening after finishing his work. Qin Fang took Si Teng home first and told her to watch TV when she was bored. If she didn't want to watch TV, there were many books in the study. After explaining, she was silent for a while and said, "I'll go out for a walk."

There are many things all day long, filling out forms, registering relics, and completing procedures. There are always people around me who are numbly dealing with everything, like a robot. Now I finally stopped, and I am suffering and sad, and I want to stay alone and let go, and no one wants to see me.

After Qin was released, Si Teng watched TV for a while. The show was too boring and the people who watched it were drowsy, so he turned off the TV and went to the study room to check the book.

The study room is very big. Qin Fang has been away from home for a while and has not opened the window for a long time. The study room is very boring. Si Teng walked to the window and pushed it open, but suddenly he was stunned.

Qin Fang's home is a small house with a single house, one row is a group of tangled buildings, with turf, trees, flowerbeds and pools between rows. Qin Fang did not walk far away, but sat on the ground under the tree not far behind the house, leaning against the trunk, lowering his head and motionless. At first glance, it looked like a shadow that was integrated with the tree, and even the outline was filled with sadness.

After Si Teng looked at it for a while, he closed the window lightly. In her heart, she felt a little sympathetic to Qin Fang: First it was Chen Wan, then An Man. It was a misfortune for ordinary people to encounter one time, let alone twice?

There are many books in the study, including historical geography and fantasy martial arts. The fingertips slide across the spine of the standing row, but they lose the mood to read. After a while, Si Teng bent down and carefully looked at the lower floor of the bookcase.

That's one album after another.

OK, use it to relieve boredom.

Si Teng sat down on the swivel chair in front of his desk and took a random photo. There were many old photos, but from the perspective of clothing, they were all taken after the founding of the People's Republic of China, such as the Zhongshan outfit of the Banzheng, the red armband from the Cultural Revolution, the certificate of the labor model, and the popular Shirt in the 1980s...

As she flipped through, she suddenly remembered something and quickly turned forward a few pages.

It was a colorful photo, the family was taken in front of an old house. The photographer's shooting technique was very bad. The character who was supposed to be in the middle of the photo was tilted to the right, and a long blue brick wall was exposed on the left. The wall was densely packed with ivy, and a relief was revealed. The carving was not delicate, but the outline was vaguely distinguished. It was a long-haired kneeling woman holding a leaf in her hands...

Others may not know what it is after seeing it, but Si Teng is too familiar with it. In this picture, there should be a silkworm lying on the leaf. In mythology, the princess of Huangdi, Lazu, was the creator of silkworm raising silkworms and silk. This picture paints the silkworm lying on the first silkworm.

Si Teng felt a sudden thud and quickly checked the album. She quickly found another photo, which was taken of the scenery around the house. It was indeed an old house of the same color, a green brick wall, a carved brick of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette of the silhouette

It is biased from memory, but still roughly similar.

She has been to this place.

Qin Fang came back very late. When he opened the door, he saw that the light was turned off. He thought Si Teng was resting. As soon as he turned on the light, he suddenly saw Si Teng sitting on the sofa. He was shocked: "I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

Si Teng handed over the photo: "Where is this?"

"Our old house in the countryside," Qin Fang took the photo and looked at it. "It's all abandoned now and there are very few people living there. The local government has contacted us before, saying that developers from other places wanted to build a whole local resort. Later, it probably didn't reach an agreement and left it alone."

"Does your great-grandfather's generation do the mulberry silk business?"

Qin Fang nodded: "In the Jiaxing area of ​​Hangzhou, silkworms and weaving cloth have been developed since ancient times. At that time, my great-grandfather was famous for raising mulberry trees and silkworms. So when you see, when building a house, you will specially carve the silkworms. The silkworms of the Laizu were first born, and the ancestors were asked for blessings.

When the business was good, I once had a contract with a domestic textile factory in Shanghai to supply silk reels.

Later, the foreign cloth that could not compete with foreigners, and the situation was turbulent, gradually declined.

By my grandfather’s life, he no longer inherited his ancestral property.”

“I’ve been to this place.”

"Have you been?"

Qin Fang was a little surprised, "When was that?"

Si Teng did not answer.

When was that?

It seems that it was around 1936. The year before the July 7 Incident, Shao Yankuan was Shaodong from Huamei Textile Factory. The factory had business dealings with this town. However, when I went there, I was tired of business. I just went there for a fresh and simple place to go out for a walk. At that time, there were many towns in Zhejiang that made a living by raising mulberry trees and silkworms. But here, every household had brick carvings from Laozu. I still remember that the small workshop owners in the town were very polite to Shao Yankuan, and the young owners were young and the young owners were young and the young owners were young and the young owners were young.

Is there also Qin Fang's round and great-grandfather inside at that time?

I don't remember it, I don't remember it at all.

Si Teng was silent for a while and took the photo back from Qin Fang: "Arranging it tomorrow, I want to go over and take a look."

At night, when I remembered what the two policemen said during the day, Shan Zhigang couldn't sleep. Sometimes he felt that the door was not closed properly, and sometimes he felt that there was something strange in the bathroom. He tossed and turned and broke out in cold sweat. He simply got up and sat down, trying to call a friend to come out to accompany him, but he felt that it was not good to be too late. When he was flipping through his phone, he found several unread messages: I was so busy today that I didn't have time to read them.

It was sent by a supplier in Shanghai. Shan Zhigang's company is his major customer, so the other party is very dedicated to what he has explained.

——"Brother Shan, you asked us to check the address in Shanghai. We have checked it. Notre Dame Road is now Ruijin Road in Shanghai.

Yuyuan was demolished eight hundred years ago, but the elderly nearby had some impression of the Shao family.”

——"The Shao family opened a textile factory in the early years and was defeated by Shao Yankuan.

In 1949, Shanghai was about to liberate, and many people turned their sellers to flee to Taiwan. It is said that Shao Yankuan took the third concubine and his wife on the boat, and neither his eldest wife nor his son... But he also received retribution. He was on the Taiping Wheel. This incident was quite sensational at the time. Brother Shan, you can take it on Baidu."

——"The eldest wife and son are said to have stayed in Shanghai. We are still asking, we must have never left Shanghai, maybe we are still in Puxi area..."

...

Shan Zhigang was stunned for a while, opened the computer web page, and entered the words "Shanghai Taiping Wheel" in the search bar.

The first thing that pops up is actually a movie message. The movie shot by the great director John Woo is said to be expected to be released in December 2014, and its name is "Taiping Wheel".

The first sentence of the plot introduction reads: In 1949, the large passenger ship Taiping Ship departed from Shanghai and encountered an unexpected shipwreck before arriving in Taiwan, causing the tragedy of nearly a thousand people to die...

Well, it's like a song about the Titanic in modern Chinese history, but why did Qin Fang ask about this?

Shan Zhigang was full of suspicion and screened the text message on his mobile phone, took a photo with the one on his computer, and sent it to Qin Fang on WeChat. Qin Fang quickly replied with two words: Thank you.

When receiving the reply, Shan Zhigang subconsciously looked at the time: three in the morning.

It seems that this night is sleepless night for oneself and him.

For the sake of Zhao Jianglong's case, Zhang Tou went to Li County again. As soon as he arrived, he received a notice from the Li County Public Security Bureau. First, Jia Guizhi had been discharged from the hospital, and second, she applied to get Zhao Jianglong's body back.

If you take it back, just take it back. After all, it is someone else's husband. Since the forensic doctor has tested the body, he cannot keep it for a long time. It is better to be buried as soon as possible. However, Jia Guizhi has been discharged from the hospital...

Zhang Tou was very angry: "Didn't explain the situation to her?"

The other party’s target is Zhao Jianglong. As a relative, she is very dangerous to be discharged from the hospital now. Didn’t she apply for protection?”

The police officer on the other side was listless: "Of course I arranged for someone to keep an eye on him, but they didn't appreciate it. They said they wanted to avenge Zhao Jianglong. They were not afraid, but they were afraid that he would not come. At worst, they would die together.

In what era, I still engage in this kind of private revengeism and a legal society, and I have no consciousness at all!"

You will always encounter such irrational victims' families. Their heads are really big.

However, surveillance is quite convenient. There is a vacant house on the floor of Zhao Jianglong’s house. After contacting the owner, several police officers had already gone in to squat. When Zhang Tou arrived, several people were sitting and eating lunch boxes. When they asked about any abnormal movements, they answered no, except that Jia Guizhi came out and threw away the garbage several times in the morning.

Zhang Tou asked: "Have you turned over the garbage?"

Several people looked at each other, and after a while, they were a little disappointed: "You're not Zhang Too, you're idle. She's not a suspect. Why are you rummaging over her garbage?"

He glared at them and turned to the stairwell to see: In his more than 20 years of case handling, he has obtained clues by searching for garbage several times. Although it is not Turin every time, he is idle anyway, what if he gets something?

At the end of the corridor, there is a large trash can. There is actually a sliding garbage pipe next to it, but the door is locked. Every day, garbage workers will deal with it. Residents on the floor just need to carry the garbage bag to the garbage room.

I opened my head and looked at it. It was cold these two days and there was no odor. But is this the garbage that Jia Guizhi threw away?

He curiously picked up a portrait, which didn't look like a portrait, which was of cloth and was very delicate. The people inside were a little fierce, no, no, they didn't look like humans, but they looked like Buddhas, but their skin was dark blue, and they had three eyes... and there was also a statue with missing arms and legs. That face was so scary, and there was a circle of skulls wrapped around their necks...

What a thing? After whisking for a while, I didn't notice anything else. Zhang Tou wanted to take one back to study it, but he felt that he was so scary that he couldn't do it. After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone to take a photo.

Back at the vacant room, he took out the photo and showed it to several police officers: "There are a pile of these things in the garbage that Jia Guizhi threw. What's this thing?"

Strangely, they all seemed to know, and one of them even glanced at him: "You're just making fun of people, don't you know what this is?

This Buddha statue.”

"Which country's Buddha statue?"

Zhang Tou was really puzzled. He didn't go to many temples. During the Chinese New Year, he would accompany his wife to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou to worship a Bodhisattva and burn incense. Those Bodhisattvas were so kind that they could save all sentient beings at a glance.

"Tibetan Buddhism is called an angry appearance.

Even if you haven’t been to Tibet, you should have watched it on TV shows. Tibet travel has been so popular in recent years. Men, women, young and old have to take the train to Lhasa to see the beautiful Potala…”

After that, he started to hum with Tinger.

Zhang Tou was not angry: "Don't interrupt."

After a pause, he wondered: "How come Jia Guizhi's house has this thing?"

The man rolled his eyes before turning his back and said, "Head, have you learned about Jia Guizhi's information? It's normal for him to believe in Tibetan Buddhism.

You are wrong about this question. If you want me, I have to ask. People who believe in religion are so pious, how can they throw away Buddha statues as garbage? Isn’t this a big disrespect?"

As he slowly stopped, Zhang Tou's attention remained in the first half of the sentence: "Born and grown up in Tibetan areas?"

“Yes, Qinghai people.

Where is your hometown?"

The policeman touched another elbow, "That word has a lot of strokes. What's the name? What's the humble one?"
Chapter completed!