The next day, Zhou Song went to work as usual, and passed the boring and busy day in a daze. Qiao Qi's death was only noisy in the company for two days. On the third day, most people had already left her behind and could no longer pay attention to the truth of her death. Only Tian Xin talked to him about Qiao Qi during the afternoon break, guessing whether the police had made progress in the case. Tian Xin asked him if he knew the progress of the police's investigation; Zhou Song said that he was not a policeman, how could he know the inside story.

Tian Xin smiled and said, "Last time the criminal policeman named Han came to our unit. I think you seem to be familiar with him. I thought you would be exposed to internal police information."

Zhou Song only smiled perfunctorily: "General friends."

Han Feilu had never contacted him these two days. It seemed that there was no progress in Qiao Qi's case or the mask, so he was able to spend two days of calm days. The next day, on the weekend, he was at home to take a break and slept until noon. The breakfast prepared by Sister Cai was already cold. He took a shower first, then ate a few bites of the cold breakfast, and was considering somewhere to go to have a place to enjoy, Han Feilu's phone call arrived.

"Where is it?" Han Feilu asked.

Zhou Song glanced at the clear sky outside the window: "Sleep at home."

Han Feilu: "Get down, I'll be downstairs of you." After that, he hung up the phone.

Zhou Song walked downstairs with a coffee cup with his coffee cup and looked down. He saw a car parked downstairs between more than ten floors. He looked at the car, slowly finished the coffee in the cup, then went back to the bedroom to change his clothes and went out.

He walked out of the unit building, walked straight towards Han Feilu's off-road vehicle, opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

Han Feilu was talking on the phone. As soon as Zhou Song got into the car, he hanged up the phone a few times and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Zhou Song: "No."

Han Feilu put a paper bag in his arms: "I knew you didn't eat it."

Zhou Song opened the bag and looked in: "It's bread again?"

Han Feilu started the car and drove out of the community gate: "Don't you just like this thing?"

Zhou Song curled his lips: "I also like abalone, sea cucumber, lobster, why don't you buy it for me every day?"

Han Feilu responded with a very gentle temper: "Next time, I will buy it for you next time."

Zhou Song naturally picked out a bag of breakfast bags when he was talking nonsense and asked, "Is there any progress in the mask checking?"

Han Feilu: "How do you know?"

Zhou Song took a bite of bread, turned to look out the window, and said lazily: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, you must have a reason to find me."

Han Feilu smiled and said, "Then I'll ask you to watch a movie next time."

Zhou Song turned his head slightly and looked at him without saying anything.

Han Feilu said: "The results of the DNA ratio have come out, pointing to a short-lived ghost sixteen years ago."

Zhou Song: "Who?"

Han Feilu: "Xu Bing failed in business sixteen years ago and left a suicide note and committed suicide by jumping into the sea. He was 30 years old."

Zhou Song: "What is the relationship between Shao Dongcheng and this Xu Bing?"

Han Feilu: "They have no cross-social relationship. In theory, they are two strangers."

Zhou Song: "Has Xu Bing's body been salvaged?"

Han Feilu: "The conditions were limited back then, and the police searched twice on the sea but couldn't find it, so they gave up."

Zhou Song asked suspiciously: "How come it can't be found?"

Han Feilu: "It may be related to the delay of Xu Bing's wife's report."

Zhou Song: "What does it mean?"

Han Feilu: "The information from that year showed that Xu Bing jumped into the sea on August 10, and Xu Bing's wife reported the case to the police station on August 17. After a week, the body could float to the Pacific Ocean."

Zhou Song: "Why did it take so long to report the case?"

Han Feilu: "This is also my question. Only Xu Bing's wife herself knows the answer."

Zhou Song: "We are going to find Xu Bing's wife now?"

Han Feilu: "Yes."

Xu Bing's wife is named Yao Zichen. She is a slightly famous painter who lives in Jiuli Jinting Community. This community is very high-end, with strict management. Foreign vehicles need to register to enter. In order to save trouble, Han Feilu found a place outside the community to park and walked into the community with Zhou Song.

Inside the community, there were a row of tall willow trees beside the shore of an artificial lake. The two walked under the willow trees. Zhou Song looked around and looked a little tense.

When Han Feilu saw that his face was wrong, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Song silently said, "My family lives here."

Han Feilu also looked around: "What are you nervous about when your family lives here?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Song suddenly grabbed his arm and bent down and ran a few steps, squatting beside the bushes. Han Feilu was almost pulled down by him: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Song shrew sneakily, telling him not to speak out.

Han Feilu raised her head and looked out and saw a young man wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants walking on the other side of the bushes, carrying a bag of vegetables in one hand and a cell phone in the other hand, making a phone call. It was Liang Ju, the general manager and secretary of Wanheng Group whom he had met many times.

Liang Jue did not notice them and soon walked into a unit building a.

Han Feilu stood up and pulled off the leaves that were pierced into her neck: "Isn't that your secretary? Why are you hiding from him?"

Zhou Song felt that this place was unsafe, so he dragged Han Feilu forward again: "He is very nagging. When he saw me coming here, he would definitely interrogate me for a while."

He rushed forward without any brains and was pulled by Han Feilu before he walked far: "Stop, stop, stop, let's get there."

They stopped in front of the gate of a public area of ​​a unit building, and Han Feilu made a phone call: "Hello, is Yao Zichen? I am the policeman who contacted you just now, we are downstairs. Please open the door."

He hung up the phone and waited for a few seconds. The glass door opened to both sides. Zhou Song followed him in and walked through the lobby into the elevator. Han Feilu pressed the 11th floor. This was the shape of a building with one elevator and one household. As soon as the elevator door opened, it was an outer entrance hall full of cabinets. The outer entrance hall followed the entrance door. The door was half-closed, and a tall golden retriever ran out from the inside.

Seeing that the golden retriever was coming in full force, Zhou Song immediately hid behind Han Feilu. The golden retriever was very enthusiastic and threw himself down Han Feilu, waving his tail while sticking out his tongue. Han Feilu rubbed its head and smiled and said, "Hello."

A woman in her fifties wearing an apron pushed open the entrance door and called out the golden retriever: "Longliang."

The golden retriever who called Liangliang went back to the house obediently when he heard the call.

The woman asked, "Are you police?"

Han Feilu showed her ID and said, "Yes, I just contacted Yao Zichen. Is she at home?"

Woman: "If you are here, please come in."

This is a large flat layer of more than 200 square meters. The woman took them to the reception room. A woman with her hair tied and wearing a dark green cheongsam was sitting on the sofa reading a book. The woman said, "Madam, they are here."

The woman held the book back on the table, pulled the shawl on her shoulders and stood up, saying, "Hello, which police officer Han who was talking to me just now?"

Han Feilu said: "I am, you are Yao Zichen?"

Yao Zichen nodded and raised his hand to a sofa opposite: "Please sit down." He said to the nanny again, "Sister Qin, pour tea for the guests."

Zhou Song sat next to Han Feilu, paying attention to the target of the meeting. Yao Zichen was in her forties and was well maintained. Her cheeks were bright and fair, with only a few fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. Her hair was black, she had a round bun and a jade hairpin. She was wearing a cheongsam with embroidery and flowers. She exuded an elegant and dignified ancient charm, and had a gentle and restrained beauty of an oriental woman.

Yao Zichen held a round fan in his hand and slowly shook the fan and said with a smile: "You guys come here by chance. If you call me later, I will not be in the city."

Han Feilu: "We disrupted your work plan?"

Yao Zichen: "Not that, I often don't live at home. I only come back once a weekend and usually live in a studio in Changfeng Valley."

Changfeng Valley is a suburb of Yucheng, with rich water systems and pleasant scenery. Now it is vigorously building homestays to develop tourism.

Han Feilu: "Why do you live so far?"

Yao Zichen: "It's a little far away, but the air is good and quiet. Compared with the noisy and noisy city, it's a paradise."

Han Feilu then remembered that her profession was a painter. She thought that artists had high requirements for the environment and preferred quiet countryside than cities.

Sister Qin brought two cups of tea, Yao Zichen invited them to use tea, Han Feilu took a sip of it intentionally, and then went straight to the topic: "Ms. Yao, I think you have precious time, so I won't beat you up. I'm here this time to learn about your husband Xu Bing's suicide that year."

Yao Zichen's fan stopped, and the edge of the fan gently hit his chin, looking at Han Feilu with a gentle and calm expression, and said, "It's so sudden, can I ask why?"

Zhou Song kept looking at her. At this moment, he felt that the beauty in front of him had never grown old; there was a kind of woman who would never grow old, and Yao Zichen was such a woman. Although she was old and fine lines appeared on her face, her demeanor and her spirit were not old, and she was still smart and smart like a girl. Her beauty lies in her bones, not in her skin.

Han Feilu did not directly answer her question and asked: "Do you know Shao Dongcheng?"

Yao Zichen flipped his wrist out and his fan fell down: "Who?"

Han Feilu: "Shao Dongcheng, he lives in the employee family building of Dafeng Garment Factory in the old city. He used to be a worker in the clothing factory."

Yao Zichen lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "I don't recognize this person, what's wrong with him?"

Han Feilu half-covered and said, "Shao Dongcheng's identity is complicated. We found something in his home that belonged to your husband Xu Bing. We suspected that Xu Bing had contact with Shao Dongcheng during his lifetime."

Yao Zichen said: "I don't know this. Lao Xu was doing business during his lifetime and met many people. I have never seen most of his friends. But I don't understand, what does this have to do with Lao Xu's suicide?"

Han Feilu would not let her lead the conversation, and soon turned passive: "I want to know why you called the police a week after Xu Bing committed suicide."

Yao Zichen looked down in dismay, his eyes fading away and sad: "This is his last wish."

Han Feilu: "What wish?"

Yao Zichen did not answer, got up and went to the bedroom. Soon after, she took back a carved wooden box the size of a palm. She returned to the sofa and sat down, put the box on the coffee table, opened the lid, took out an envelope from it, handed it to Han Feilu: "Please take a look."

The envelope turned yellow and old, and the texture became crispy. Han Feilu carefully opened the envelope and took out a letter that was also crispy and yellow. The first line of the letter reads: I love Zichen, and I see the words as if I look at them.

This is the letter written by Xu Bing to Yao Zichen, and it is also the suicide note of Xu Bing. In the letter, Xu Bing detailed the beginning and process of falling in love with Yao Zichen, and expressed his unswerving love for Yao Zichen until his death. When the love became stronger, his pen turned around and wrote about his failed investment, his lost property, and his deteriorating body tortured by cancer. He thought that it was meaningless to continue to live, and it was a huge drag on Yao Zichen, so he decided to do his life elegantly and gracefully before the disease killed him.

After I go, don't look for me. If I like the sea, let me go back to the sea - this is the last sentence of the suicide note, and the end of the sentence is a line: August 8, 2006, at 4:12 pm.

Yao Zichen looked at the letter paper in Han Feilu's hand in a daze, as if it was evoked with infinite sad memories: "In the winter of 2004, he was diagnosed with hemorrhagic cancer. After more than a year of treatment, he became worse and worse. He committed suicide twice in the hospital, but I stopped him. The next summer, he suddenly said that he wanted to see the sea. I found a small house in the southern fishing village, and lived with him in the house by the sea. When he opened the window, he could see the sea. During those days, he was very happy. I thought he would get better slowly, but one day before dawn, he drove his fishing boat to the sea and never came back."

Han Feilu put the letter back and asked, "Why don't you call the police to save people immediately?"

Yao Zichen shook his head, looking sad: "He left at night, and I found this letter only at dawn. The neighbor dragged his fishing boat back, and the person had been missing for five or six hours. He took my soul away. After he disappeared, I always felt that he would come back, so I sat on the shore waiting for him, waiting for him... On the seventh day, I thought he didn't want to come back, so I called the police and asked the police to find him back. But the police searched for him for two days but couldn't find him. I knew he must be unwilling to come back, so I gave up."

After listening to her story, Han Feilu and Zhou Song looked at each other, and both of them knew that this trip was in vain.
To be continued...