In the past twenty years, Lianhua Mountain has been renovated after a bone-like renovation like a skin. The streets are connected to the building at the beginning and end, and the style is a unified "modernization" that is even more grand than the city. Only the trees on the roadside have not yet grown into green shade, vaguely revealing a little hasty under heavy makeup.

Luo Wenzhou drove around a few times before finding the inconspicuous newsstand.

A man wearing glasses was sitting hunched in the newsstand looking at a stall. The man said he was middle-aged or old. If he looked at his face alone, he was about the age of not retirement, but he had a deep breath of dusk air all over his body, as if he was breathing in his lingering state.

It was the hottest time in the afternoon, and the street was roasted by the sun. Luo Wenzhou pushed his sunglasses over his head and walked to the newsstand: "Get a bottle of iced soda."

The owner of the newsstand heard the sound, held the book he was reading aside, bent down and picked up a bottle of cold drinks with thick white frost.

Luo Wenzhou stepped into the parasol of the newsstand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured half of the bottle in one mouthful.

He had worked overtime to fight wits and courage with all kinds of old colleagues for a day, supporting the face of the Lu Bureau, and under the banner of asking about old cases, he was striking indirectly whether there was anything suspicious about the other party. Everyone was made in the same system, and they were all a routine when they were talking. They were all in the same way, and all kinds of scenes were comparable to the palace fighting scenes in TV series. They were really tired.

At this moment, Luo Wenzhou's mind was covered in vain, and his eyes were dull and he drank himself in a cold heart, leaning under the large parasol to empty his body.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving for a while, the owner of the newsstand poked his head and asked, "Hey, young man, I still have popsicles, do you eat them?"

Luo Wenzhou waved his hand: "I was so angry that I couldn't eat anymore. I'll take a break here for you."

The owner of the newsstand said "Okay", and then brought a long-legged plastic stool to him: "Sit down, it's not easy in hot weather - what kind of work do you do?"

Luo Wenzhou put the soda bottle on his knees and shook it gently twice: "I am a policeman."

The owner of the newsstand straddled one leg on the small threshold of the newsstand. After hearing the word "police", he froze. It took him a while to turn around, take off his reading glasses and fold it. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he lowered his voice and said, "I have already done the 'removal of management' and the government has approved it."

"I know," said Luo Wenzhou, "Uncle Guo, I have no other meaning. I just want to talk to you about Feifei's case twenty years ago."

The owner of the newsstand is Guo Heng.

Guo Heng killed Wu Guangchuan and was immediately imprisoned for intentional homicide. After being reduced in sentence, he was released after two years of sentence. Naturally, his work was lost. Twenty years later, things were not good, people were not bad, and his parents and relatives could leave, and his wife had divorced him long before he started killing. He had no relatives and no reason, and returned to the unrecognizable Lianhua Mountain... area, doing some small business to make a living.

"There is nothing to talk about," Guo Heng's face darkened. "There have been people for more than 20 years. I personally sent her to the road. I have also sentenced him and been in prison. That's all, what else do you want to know?"

Luo Wenzhou tried to soften his voice: "That's right, you see, I'm not idle and come here to reveal your scars. We are now in a case, and the little girl is missing. There is evidence that it may be involved in the incident back then..."

Guo Heng asked coldly: "What's the point?"

"The girl, eleven years old, was wearing a floral dress when she disappeared. On the third day after her disappearance, the suspect sent a recording to the girl's parents. In addition to the girl's crying, there was also a noise, like someone was shaking an iron box with a small bell." Luo Wenzhou knew that the other party was full of vigilance, so he looked straight into Guo Heng's eyes as sincere as possible, eliminated all irrelevant descriptions, and explained it in the shortest words. "The old senior who had experienced the case back then said that the situation was exactly the same as when Feifei was killed, so I would like to ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, Guo Heng interrupted him sarcastically: "Is it a trial of me? The murderer died, and I remember that only the police and I were left in this matter. Of course, there is no bad thing that could be done by the police. It can only be me who has a criminal record."

"It's not just you, but I've visited the police who handled the case," said Luo Wenzhou. "I didn't doubt anything, I just wanted to learn more about the time..."

Guo Heng's emotions suddenly burst out without warning and roared at Luo Wenzhou: "I looked for people everywhere to talk about this case, no one listened to you, no one wanted to understand. Now I have been stabbed and jailed, and you have come to the door again! My daughter has been dead for more than 20 years, I don't want to mention her, I don't want to mention her! What are you doing long ago!"

Luo Wenzhou opened his mouth and swallowed the defense that almost blurted out, then said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

"You go, go! Get out!" Guo Heng grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out, "I have nothing to say. You should think I am suspicious. Just come and catch me. Anyway, I am familiar with you twice and there is nothing else to tell me. Remember to show your ID before coming back next time. If you knew you were a policeman, I wouldn't even sell you a spit."

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."

Guo Heng's eyes were red and his forehead was bulging: "Get out!"

Luo Wenzhou's temperament is really not gentle, but he can't even get out of his temper at this time.

When the scorching sun spurted fire at him, he shut up and counted his mouth from beginning to end with the tip of his tongue. Then he lowered his head and took out his wallet, opened a photo clip inside, and handed it to Guo Heng.

"This child is called Qu Tong," said Luo Wenzhou. "School starts to go to the sixth grade and is very good at studying. He participated in the summer camp of No. 16 Middle School one year in advance. He is usually very sensible and has always been the squadron leader. Now it is the fifth day of her disappearance. Uncle Guo, what is the concept of five days? I heard that you have studied many cases of child kidnapping that year, so you should understand that the chance of this child being retrieved is already very slim."

Guo Heng's eyes slowly fell on Qu Tong's photo.

The two men stood in confrontation on the streets of midsummer for twenty years. After a while, Guo Heng's violently undulating chest gradually calmed down.

"But if we don't see the body for a day, we can't give up for a day," said Luo Wenzhou. "The child who lived without seeing the body for not seeing the body was so pitiful. We can't let Guo Fei happen again. But now there is really no other clue, so we can only ask for your help. Should we wait until this bastard finishes seven cases and leaves traces before it is finished?"

Guo Heng's expression changed slightly.

The girl in the photo tilted her head and smiled at him, revealing a slightly crooked tiger tooth. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but after careful look, Qu Tong and Guo Fei from that time actually looked a bit similar.

Luo Wenzhou said in a slow tone: "I will only have a few questions, and I will leave after asking, and I will never disturb you."

Guo Heng glanced at him, pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into the newsstand. Luo Wenzhou hurriedly followed: "Have you mentioned the bell in the pencil case to someone else?"

"Telled it," Guo Heng was so excited that his voice was a little hoarse, "I told the police officer in charge that after you give up, the relatives and friends who helped me continue to investigate also know some details."

Luo Wenzhou: "Can you give me a list?"

Guo Heng glanced at him. Just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was about to have an attack again, the man just curled up on the chair and reached out to wipe his face tiredly: "Feifei's head teacher, a relative who worked in the telephone bureau at that time... Well, the few cleaners near the garbage station that called, may have known about it. It's too chaotic. Some words I have repeated with many people many times, but I can't remember them."

"Then let's talk," Luo Wenzhou took out a notebook as big as a palm and sat down on the stool just now. "Where did you start tracing it out at that time? How did you find Wu Guangchuan?"

Guo Heng's eyes passed over him and fell on a small mirror hanging on the door of the newsstand. The man's old face and gray hair reflected in the mirror, which made him suddenly realize the passing of time. He glanced at Luo Wenzhou - if the little girl was still alive, she might be a few years older than this young man.

"The police investigation has not made any progress. I was anxious and couldn't help but check it myself. I ran through the garbage disposal station several times - the place where the murderer called. At that time, the garbage was often not processed in time and smelly. There were no residents nearby and there were no buses. If you want to go, you had to drive. And from the county town, there would be a toll station in the middle. At that time, there were not so many cars on the street. The police had checked which cars passed by. If there were any problems, they would have been found out. So I thought at that time, would the kidnapped my daughter be foreign? Because there was a national highway from the city to Lianhua Mountain. In order to avoid the mountain, I had to go around and pass by the nearby. Although there was no road, there was a large slope. I went to see it myself. The car could not get off, but normal adults could walk down from above."

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean that the person who kidnapped Guo Fei left Lianhua Mountain with his children. For some reason, he stopped on the national highway, climbed half a mountain, took the child he tied to and ran to the near the garbage dump to make the phone call - why did he do this?"

Guo Heng smiled slightly sarcastically: "My thoughts were told to the police officers in charge of the case at that time. Their tone of asking why was exactly the same as yours."

"No," Luo Wenzhou sorted out his thoughts, "According to your inference, the kidnapper is a foreigner - Wu Guangchuan is indeed a foreigner, and according to investigation, he has never stayed in Lianhua Mountain. So how could he be familiar with the garbage station that locals don't go to? He kidnapped a half-year-old child in his teens, not a baby weighing a few pounds. He abandoned his car on the road and took such a big child to an unfamiliar place to commit crimes against her. The risk is too great. How could he know that there are no scavengers and staff at the garbage station nearby? This is illogical."

Guo Heng: "Have your logic caught the criminal?"

Luo Wenzhou was speechless for a moment.

"The police also told me that it was impossible. They also set up a special task force. I think the special task force must be better than me. Let others go to investigate. I just wait. As a result... hey! I really had no choice but to follow this "impossible" idea again. I went to the vicinity of Feifei School and asked the guesthouses and hotels one by one. Their teachers also helped me a lot - the teacher was rehired after retirement. He was very old and had no one anymore. It would never be what you were looking for."

Luo Wenzhou: "During this process, you found Wu Guangchuan, who was recruiting students in Lianhua Mountain at that time. I heard that he was hospitalized at that time, why do you suspect it was him?"

"Jinxiu is rich and powerful. The enrollment teachers drove several cars over here. They came together. After finishing their business, some left early because they had something to do at home, some left behind in order to play with the caves in Lianhua Mountain, and some left halfway due to illness. I found the cheapest guesthouse near Jinxiu and followed them one by one." Guo Heng said, "At the beginning, I didn't suspect Wu Guangchuan, but once when I was wandering around nearby, I saw a child following him sneakily."

Luo Wenzhou suddenly sat down right away.

"A little boy in a beautiful school uniform said that there was a female classmate in the class who had been skipping classes for no reason. He was the class monitor. The head teacher asked him to find out the situation. The girl didn't go home even if she missed class. He clearly saw that the girl had gone to see Teacher Wu after school, but when she went to inquire with the teacher, the other party refused to admit it."

"I suddenly felt something was wrong. Can you understand? If you have such a big daughter, you will be sensitive to everything."

"You told a policeman who was transferred to the city bureau at that time."

"The surname is Yang, I worked in the Lianhuashan Public Security Bureau, and I knew him alone," said Guo Heng, "but he doesn't believe me."

Luo Wenzhou did not defend his master, but just asked: "What about it?"

"I can only investigate myself. The beautiful boy also helped me a lot. Once the boy suddenly called me on a pager. I rushed to see that Wu Guangchuan was pulling a girl. The girl was struggling and he dragged it away..." After many years, Guo Heng talked about what happened at that time, his fists were still clenched. After a while, he said with difficulty, "I asked the child who was ventilated to leave first, and followed him to Wu Guangchuan's house. He saw that the bastard pulled the little girl home and did many...disgusting actions at his doorstep. I..."

According to the case file, Guo Heng pretended to be a collector of electricity at that time, knocked on Wu Guangchuan's door and then slashed his knife.

Luo Wenzhou: "What's the name of that boy?"

"Submitted to Xu," Guo Heng thought for a while, "it seems to be called... Xu Wenchao."

Luo Wenzhou said goodbye to Guo Heng. Before the car could be driven out, he hurriedly sent a message to Tao Ran, asking him to send Su Xiaolan and Xu Wenchao, who were in the second year of junior high school at Jinxiu Middle School, and drove all the way back to the city.

On the same day, Fei Du happened to leave the city.

"Did Mr. Fei make an appointment yesterday?" The receptionist looked through the records while secretly looking at the eye-catching guests.

This sanatorium is surrounded by mountains and sea, with an artistic garden. Although it is a medical institution, there is absolutely no smell of the hospital medicine and the stench of the patients in the reception hall. The windows are bright and clean, and the beautiful receptionist whispers softly, with soothing sounds of the sea tides and piano music next to it.

At first glance, it looks like a beachfront resort manor.

"Please take you inside Room 407, the staff will take you in."

Fei Du nodded at her, picked a perfume lily with dew from the bouquet she brought with her, and inserted it into the vase at the reception desk: "Thank you, I think this flower matches you very well."

After saying that, he lowered a girl with a blushing cheek and walked in.

The people living in the critically ill area were basically people who had lost their ability to move. They had a unique tranquility. The medical staff were walking in a hurry and the thick shade of trees spread everywhere. Fei Du received the visiting sign and came to Ward No. 407. A doctor was waiting there early and greeted him familiarly: "Mr. Fei, I guess you have to come today."

"It just happened to be free these days," Fei Du put the flower beside the man's bed, "How is it?"

"It's stable overall," the doctor said, "but it's been three years, and it's unlikely to wake up, and the family members need to be mentally prepared."

Fei Du responded without any expression, tilted his head and looked at the man on the hospital bed, and replied politely: "I understand, thank you for your hard work."

The doctor met his gaze and was startled for no reason. For a moment, he felt that the young man's indifferent gaze was not like looking at his father, or even looking at a living person - he seemed to be looking at a pair of unsatisfactory ornaments, with some permission to be dispensable indifference.

The doctor had already figured out the complete set of "wealthy family" and "usurping the throne and seizing power" dramas. He didn't dare to talk anymore, so he greeted Fei Du and left in a hurry.

Fei Du watched the doctor leave politely, carried his hands on him, and walked around the man's bed several times. The middle-aged man on the bed lay there unconsciously, surrounded by a large pile of dazzling medical devices. It was obvious that he was well cared for, and his hair was not white. Looking closely, his facial features were very similar to Fei Du, but his temperament was completely different. Even if he lay there motionlessly, it gave people a sharp and gloomy feeling, like cold marble.

At the end, Fei Du stopped in the corner of the wall, where there was a small calendar. It was probably because the nurse was neglected, and the date was from a few days ago.

He turned the calendar to the correct date—the last day of July was his birthday, and the two people who gave birth to him, one in the nursing home and the other in the ground.

Fei Du turned sideways, looked at the man with an indescribable look for a moment, and suddenly reached his hand towards the man's oxygen tube.

In the quiet room, medical devices make regular roars.
Chapter completed!