"Ding ding bell", the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The students walked in and out of the school one after another in groups. Bicycles whizzed past on the boulevard, causing the girls to scream repeatedly. The atmosphere was very lively.
"Boom." The sound of the bicycle body hitting the flesh.
With a sullen face, I looked at the books that were no longer in my arms and scattered in the distance.
The crowd exclaimed, and everyone turned around and reached out. A few helpful classmates picked up the books, shook the dust off the books, and handed them to me.
I held the book in my hand and looked at the culprit with a cold face.
The owner of the bicycle was a strong boy with dark skin. The veins on his arms were conspicuously bulging from holding the brakes hard.
He was even more crouching, like a rooster about to start a fight in the countryside.
"You kept your head down while walking and didn't notice me."
I said "Oh", I wonder if you bumped into me while riding a bike from behind, but you blame me walking in front for not looking at the road?
What a fallacy!
Just when I wanted to refute this arrogant guy, the boy poked his head out from behind and smiled at me strangely.
The head of a ghost, or a little female ghost.
The girl wears two small braids on her head, which are wrapped with red ropes. She wears a pair of exquisitely crafted longevity locks around her neck, but they don't shine at all under the sunlight.
She must have had a pleasant appearance during her lifetime, with a fair face and a pair of cute dimples, but there was nothing in her eye sockets, which were dark.
Seeing me staring at him, the boy lost his composure.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you always looking at me and not speaking? Are you mute? When did our school start accepting special students? Hahaha, if you have nothing else to do, just stay out of the way. I still have it, uncle.
I don't have time to talk nonsense with you about other things.
As soon as I finished speaking, I pedaled my bike away.
My mouth stinks!
I wasn't angry at being misunderstood as a mute. After all, the bad guys will be punished by nature, so I was free without having to do anything myself.
If we follow the normal procedure, the person who is haunted by the ghost will not have a good ending. Within two days, the boy will die suddenly.
The ghost who is not afraid of the sun is not an ordinary little ghost.
The little girl turned her head 180 degrees and still looked at me and smiled, but her mouth was almost split to the base of her ears.
I silently complained in my heart, this look is not very cute.
Tomorrow is the weekend, which happens to be the time agreed with Officer Zhou.
I got up early.
After my morning exercise, I drove to the Public Security Bureau of City A.
The Public Security Bureau is located in the city center. It is a landmark building in City A, upright and solemn.
I walked in and asked a police officer politely: "Hello, is Officer Zhou here?"
The police officer who was asked was confused and could only reply: "There are many police officers in our department. I don't know who you are looking for."
A person walked out of the monitoring room, and he looked familiar to me.
The visitor greeted warmly, "Chang Yi, right? I'm Zhou Xing, police officer Zhou. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you my full name before, I just said okay, sorry."
Zhou Xing was so polite, I could only express my understanding with an awkward smile, "People's police, I'm too busy, I understand."
Zhou Xing laughed "haha" and patted me on the shoulder.
"As expected of Master Chang Xiao's chief disciple, he is so well-organized. What a coincidence. It just so happens that we are going to Zhaojiacun. Let's set off now and chat while walking on the road."
The driver's name is Lao Liu, and he is one of the few people in the bureau who is good at driving on mountain roads, so he is also included in this trip.
Along the way, Zhou Xing introduced the situation in Zhaojiacun.
Zhaojiacun, as the name suggests, is a village with mostly Zhao surnames, and there are many villagers with other surnames. It’s just that there are too many surnames of Zhao, so the village got this name.
In recent days, many villagers in Zhaojia Village have come to the town to report the crime, saying that when they went up the mountain, they saw corpses that died in tragic and bizarre ways. They had no appearance. They were both men and women, and they were all adults.
Because of the nature of the case, it is different from ordinary criminal cases.
Zhou Xing contacted me early and prepared for me to go with them.
The car made countless turns and reached its destination.
Directly in front of us, a 50- to 60-centimeter-high ruined stele stood alone. Due to its age, the words "Zhaojia Village" were faintly visible on it. There was a stone well on the right side of the village head, which was less than one person deep.
I took a closer look and saw a pool of water at the bottom of the well. The walls of the well were wet and dripping water was constantly seeping out.
It makes a "click-click" sound.
The dilapidated scene is immediately visible upon entering. Zhaojiacun must be a remote and poor place.
After passing through the desolate forest path, we finally entered Zhaojia Village.
On the contrary, Zhaojiacun is not only not poor, but also very wealthy.
Dozens of single-family villas are rising from the ground. The road is a brand-new cement road, and double rows of sweet-scented osmanthus trees are neatly arranged. Everything in the eyes shows the heroic spirit of the villagers.
The villagers walking on the road looked at us indifferently and were not curious about our identities.
Zhou Xing showed his police card and said, “Police, how can I get to the village chief’s house?
After listening, one of the villagers looked strange and pointed to a house, "That's it."
Zhou Xing thanked him and asked Lao Liu, "Have you contacted the comrades in the town? When will they arrive? The reaction of these villagers is very strange. Just in case, we need to call more people over."
Lao Liu, carrying camera equipment on his back, replied breathlessly, "They said they are on the way and will be there soon."
Zhou Xing nodded and stepped forward to the front, "Chang Yi, is there anything strange about this Zhaojia Village?"
I shook my head. What I saw was the same scene as Zhou Xing and others. There was no difference.
"Then let's continue to understand. I also hope it is an ordinary murder case."
The village chief's family is ordinary among a group of villas, and they don't stand out because they have some power in their hands.
Judging from this way of dealing with things, he is a smart person.
After contacting him, I became more aware of this suspicion.
The village chief was at home. He opened the door and welcomed us in. He urged his wife to greet the guests. He looked like a responsible farmer.
But what he said was shocking, "Finally, I've been waiting for you police officers to come. What happened in the village recently has been keeping me awake at night. Logically speaking, I should be the first to rush to the front when something happens in the village, but what happened this time
, it’s really beyond my ability, I have no choice but to blame myself.”
The three of us were sweating together. Village Chief, is your performance a little exaggerated?
Zhou Xing stepped forward and took the village chief's hand, holding it firmly and saying, "Don't worry, village chief! The people's demands are our direction, and we work for the people."
The two held hands and staged a beautiful scene of the government and the people working together to build a harmonious home.
Quite boring.
I walked to the center of the courtyard. The entire courtyard was designed quite reasonably. The landscapes were arranged at different heights to create a place for collecting treasures.
The music of "moving every time, every time" comes from the second floor, which does not match the village where cocks occasionally crow.