Lan Lan, who had been missing for ten days, was found by the police on May 27. Mu Xuecheng's team checked the city's main road surveillance and finally locked in on the elusive deck car and found that it had driven through the city on May 20.
The building materials wholesale market on the edge. There are large self-built buildings around the wholesale market, which are home to a large number of migrant workers, and the management is chaotic. Gu Hai led a team of plainclothes people to investigate here, and it took him a whole morning to screen out this self-built area, which was a mixed bag of people.
Find out the whereabouts of Lan Lan.
Lan Lan lived in a residential building that was illegally converted from a commercial building. Gu Hai led a team of plainclothesmen to break in and found Lan Lan at the window of the small rental house, but Lan Lan had turned into a corpse.
Lying on his back on the floor, with his eyes open and blank, exuding the stench of corpse.
"Lan Lan is dead?"
Zhou Song received a call from Han Feilu at the company, and Han Feilu conveyed the bad news to him. He was not surprised that the police found Lan Lan's body, because he knew about Lan Lan before the police.
He saw Lan Lan's death with his own eyes in that small room. When he heard the news of Lan Lan's death, he was not surprised at all and just confirmed it with Han Feilu.
Han Feilu said: "Yes, the body has been brought back to the identification center."
Zhou Song stood in the quiet corridor, feeling stuffy. He held his cell phone on his shoulder and untied his tie with both hands: "What was the cause of death?"
Han Feilu: "We haven't done a drug test yet. Preliminary examination showed that she died of strangulation and mechanical asphyxia."
Zhou Song was speechless for a moment, as if he had returned to that small room. Outside the window was the endless night and the moored fishing boats. Lan Lan's body was lying at his feet, with a purple bruise on his neck...
..In the immersive fantasy, he took off his tie, held one end of the tie in each hand, and stretched the tie tightly and straight, like holding a rope, with both ends of the rope wrapped around his hands. The next second,
The rope in his hand turned into a lasso, tightly wrapped around the prey's neck...
"Hello? Zhou Song?"
Hearing Han Feilu call his name, Zhou Song suddenly came back to his senses and put his tie into his pants pocket: "I'm listening."
Han Feilu said with a headache: "The direction of this case is getting more and more bizarre. I thought Lan Lan was just absconding, but she died of murder. Who could have done it?"
Zhou Song put his hand into his pocket and wrapped the tie around his finger: "You told me last time that someone was secretly helping Lan Lan, so she was able to escape until now."
Han Feilu: "Yes, now it seems that the person who picked up Lan Lan from the park is the suspect who killed Lan Lan."
Zhou Song: "In that case, I don't think this person is Lan Lan's friend. Friends don't kill each other."
Han Feilu: "Who could that be? If he's not Lan Lan's friend, could he be Lan Lan's enemy?"
Zhou Song pondered for a moment and said calmly: "Accomplice."
Han Feilu was silent and his voice became deeper: "What accomplice?"
Zhou Song raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a weak and cool smile: "You have already guessed it."
Han Feilu: "The one we talked about last time was the accomplice who assisted Lan Lan in killing Wei Chunhong?"
Zhou Song: "Lan Lan may be the mastermind, or she may be an accomplice. In short, as we have talked about, she cannot kill people and bury bodies by herself. She must have a helper. I originally suspected that her helper was Lan Zhaolin.
But after meeting Lan Zhaolin, my thoughts changed. Lan Zhaolin had no motive to kill Wei Chunhong. He may be a selfish and cold-blooded person who would kill his wife, but he is smart, calm, and steady, and he is not abusive.
Kill, so he shouldn't kill someone he has no motive to kill."
Han Feilu: "Lan Lan's accomplice is someone else?"
Zhou Song: "Yes. At present, it seems that this can only be the case. Otherwise, it cannot be explained why this person saved Lan Lan that day and killed Lan Lan today. If his motive for killing was to get rid of a burden and avoid Lan Lan
It makes sense that he would confess himself after being caught."
Several girls walked out of the office and went to the bathroom together, including Tian Xin. Passing by Zhou Song, Tian Xin waved to him. Zhou Song smiled politely, then walked a few steps away to a more secluded room.
place, asked: "Besides Lan Lan's body, was there anything else found at the scene?"
Han Feilu: "You want to ask if there are any traces left by the murderer? The scene has not been investigated yet, but I don't have any hope. This man has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. We didn't find his car until now."
Zhou Song said: "No, I mean...a suicide note or something like that."
Han Feilu was very noisy over there, so he found a quiet place: "Suicide note? Lan Lan's suicide note?"
Zhou Song walked to the stairwell. The stairwell was very dark. Next to the wall with cold gray tiles stood a red bucket. There was a mop in it. The mop was facing upwards and was filled with water. The water dropped drop by drop.
Smashing it down, it formed a dirty stream. The stream flowed to Zhou Song's feet. He took a step back, only to see a pair of bare feet appearing in the dirty water. He raised his head and saw Lan Lan standing in front of him, his eyes wide.
He was black and pale, with a rope wrapped around his neck, and said to him: "You have found us."
This illusion only existed for a moment. The cleaning lady came over and picked up the bucket, mopped up the sewage, and went downstairs with the bucket. The stairwell was empty, dark and silent.
Zhou Song leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, it may be a suicide note or a note. In short, she will give us some hints."
Han Feilu: "Wait a minute, why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen to it. Who is she giving hints to? What is the hint?"
Zhou Song said, "Song Caiyun, she wants us to find Song Caiyun. In other words, she wants us to find Song Caiyun's body."
Han Feilu: "...Are you sure Song Caiyun is dead?"
Zhou Song said: "It's a pity, I'm sure. And I'm sure Song Caiyun's body was buried in that square, but I don't know the specific location, and you police can't search the square inside and out without any evidence, so we found Lan Lan's body."
Tips are very important. Only with the basis can you dig up the body. Look for the drawer under the bed or something like that. I guess Lan Lan knew that she would not live long, but she was not sure when she would die, so she would give the tip in advance.
It’s written down, but it must be too late to put it in a conspicuous place, so you can look for it carefully.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone and returned to the office with a cold air to continue working, but he was still unfocused. About half an hour later, Han Feilu sent a message: Found it.
After he looked at it, the feeling of oppression in his heart still did not disappear.
The morning's work was over and it was lunch break. Lan Xin invited him to eat at the Japanese restaurant opposite the company. He agreed and went with a few colleagues. Walking out of the building. Zhou Song looked up at the sky. The weather was very good today.
, the sky is porcelain blue and smooth, like the bottom of a bowl painted with blue glaze, and the white clouds are like milk poured out of the bowl, falling very low.
Tian Xin and others cheered: "The weather is so nice today!"
Yes, the weather is really nice today, but under the blue sky and white clouds, underground in a corner of a street square not far away, a woman lies in the dark, damp and dirty soil, sleeping for ten years. She is waiting to be
It has been ten years since people woke up.
The Japanese restaurant was doing very well, and the meal was even more crowded. Tian Xin had reserved a seat in advance, and the waiter led them to a booth in the back. A few girls were in charge of ordering, while Zhou Song looked around at nothing.
, accidentally saw an acquaintance, so he said hello to Tian Xin and walked towards the acquaintance.
"Mr. Lan, what a coincidence, we meet again." Zhou Song looked at Lan Zhaolin and said with a smile.
Lan Zhaolin was sitting alone at the dining table, sitting quietly in trance when he found someone standing in front of him. He looked at Zhou Song's face for a moment before recognizing him: "It's you."
Zhou Song nodded and asked, "Can I sit down?"
Only Lan Zhaolin sat at the four-seater table. Lan Zhaolin said: "I'm sorry, I'll leave right away."
Zhou Song didn't wait for him to finish speaking, pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, and said, "Sit for a while longer, let's talk."
Lan Zhaolin's gentle face had no expression, but there was a shell of sadness covering his whole body. He was exhausted and confused by this sadness, and his whole person was much slower. So he ignored Zhou Song's rudeness and just said to himself
Gu Zidi was sad. He obviously came alone, but he ordered a lot of things, and even poured two glasses of plum sake. Two years ago, Zhou Song was dragged by a friend to a class reunion, and met Lan at the party.
Lan, they were having dinner at a Japanese restaurant at that time. Lan Lan liked Japanese food very much, especially plum wine.
Zhou Song moved the glass of plum wine in front of him and said, "Did the police call you?"
Lan Zhaolin did not answer, but Zhou Song already knew. Han Feilu called Lan Zhaolin and asked Lan Zhaolin to go to the police station to identify the body. Lan Zhaolin knew about his daughter's death. He was sitting here at this time,
I miss Lan Lan.
Lan Zhaolin still didn't speak and regarded Zhou Song as nothing, so Zhou Song decided to give him a strong dose of medicine: "Lan Lan is dead. He was murdered. You should already know that."
Only then did Lan Zhaolin look directly at him. His eyes seemed to have two holes burned by cigarette butts, and the edges of his pupils were scorched and broken remains. At this time, he looked very angry, horrifyingly angry.
Zhou Song, however, was admiring his anger, with a playful look in his eyes: "So, are you sitting here mourning your daughter?"
Lan Zhaolin: "...What do you want to say?"
Zhou Song: "I want to ask you a question."
Lan Zhaolin picked up the car keys and mobile phone on the table and wanted to leave the restaurant.
Zhou Song said calmly: "Who is the murderer who killed Lan Lan?"
When Lan Zhaolin heard this, he immediately stopped, his eyes showing something else besides anger.
Zhou Song picked up the glass of plum wine and placed it at eye level with himself, as if looking at Lan Lan: "I know you have seen the murderer. On a windy day ten years ago, in the small square behind the square
In the alley, you saw the murderer." Inside the cup is a stretched world, with human faces distorted and stretched to the limit, like the rock layers exposed after the wind cuts through the mountains, looking so primitive, wild and barbaric.
Zhou Song added: "Ten years ago, around 6 o'clock in the evening on September 11th, you and Lan Lan were not separated from Song Caiyun. Your family went home together and passed the alley of the square construction site. You killed him in the alley.
Your wife, I guess you used local materials, such as picking up a stone on the roadside and smashing the back of your wife's head, or taking off your belt and strangulating your wife's neck. In short, your wife is dead. You killed someone.
At that time, Lan Lan was watching from the side. She did not stop you because she felt that what you said was right: survival of the fittest. Song Caiyun had cancer and was not suitable for survival, but she refused to give up her life, resulting in
You are heavily in debt, and if you continue to let Song Caiyun survive, your and Lan Lan's living space will be squeezed by her, so you kill her."
He put down the water glass, and the world in front of him returned to normal, but it was more bizarre than the wild world. He looked at Lan Zhaolin with the eyes of a wild beast, as if he were looking at his own kind: "Am I right?"
Lan Zhaolin's eyes gradually became complicated, so complicated that they were filled with all the emotions in the world, like a basin of sewage washed with countless paintbrushes. He sat back and looked at Zhou Song: "Continue talking."
Zhou Songdao: "You buried Song Caiyun on the spot, in that construction site. Wei Chunhong was also buried there, and she didn't walk out of the alley. Did you do it? Because she saw you killing someone, so you put her there
Killed too?"
The corners of Lan Zhaolin's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but he forgot how to smile, so it looked more like he was twitching: "Do you think I killed Wei Chunhong?"
Seeing his appearance, Zhou Song was convinced: "You did not participate in the killing of Wei Chunhong, but Lan Lan did, but Lan Lan was not the mastermind. When you buried Song Caiyun, Lan Lan was nearby, and Lan Lan witnessed Wei Chunhong's murder.
, but she also did not stop him, and even helped the murderer bury Wei Chunhong's body." He smiled softly, his smile full of interest and pleasure in holding the murderer and the crime in his hands, "You all buried the body at the construction site, you know who it is.
If you kill Wei Chunhong, you will also know who killed Lan Lan, because the murderer is the same person. You and the murderer of Lan Lan met ten years ago."
Zhou Song saw the bird again, the bird that was struggling to fly in the strong wind. It flew over the alley again. It looked down and saw two people standing on the loess and sandy construction site, staring at each other.
Next to them lies a sleeping woman. Soon, they will be buried in the ground like flower seeds, but they will not bloom and will only grow overgrown with weeds.
The complex colors in Lan Zhaolin's eyes have faded, even faded away. At this time, there is only a vast white space in his eyes. No living person's eyes can be so barren, so he does not look like this at this time.
Like a person, his body becomes a shell that only stores his soul, and his soul becomes a white ghost.
Lan Zhaolin said: "I am very grateful to her. Her inheritance is the starting capital for my career development. Otherwise, the inheritance can only be used to pay off debts."
Zhou Song said: "You have lived a prosperous life for nearly ten years, and your wife has been lying underground for ten years. The evil you did backfired on your daughter, and your daughter died. Don't you think you should atone for your sins?"
Lan Zhaolin: "How to atone?"
Zhou Song: "Tell me, who killed your daughter, and catch the murderer to avenge your daughter."
This time, Lan Zhaolin laughed out loud, and laughed very easily: "It's impossible. I worked hard for ten years to achieve what I am today. It's impossible."
No, no. He knew very well that if he identified the murderer, the murderer would definitely come back to bite him. He didn't want to send himself to prison just to avenge his daughter, so... it couldn't be done.
Zhou Song had a premonition of his failure, but still refused to give up: "The police are digging up bodies in the square. You will be reunited with your wife tonight at the latest."
Lan Zhaolin still took his time because he knew very well that even if the police dug up the body, there would be no evidence to prove that he did it. He was very sure. So he smiled and said: "Then I should go and greet her."
He stood up, looked at the sky outside through the glass curtain wall, and said, "Today is a good weather."
These were the last words he left to Zhou Song. Zhou Song heard relief and a trace of nostalgia from his tone. It turned out that in the past ten years, he had never forgotten Song Caiyun. He even loved Song Caiyun.
But he loves himself more and wants to succeed more. For this reason, he sacrificed his wife ten years ago and his daughter ten years later.
After Lan Zhaolin left, Zhou Song sat quietly for a long time, dejectedly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Han Feilu: I just met Lan Zhaolin. I'm sorry, I have tried my best.
Soon, Han Feilu replied, with only three words: I know.