The old gods are whispering

Chapter 1 Profile
April [-]th, Ching Ming Festival.

The puddles on the road reflected the sign of Funing Park on Taipei Road, and the falling raindrops made circles of ripples. Occasionally, a galloping vehicle ran over, and the broken water splashed everywhere.

Today is Friday, just after 07:30 in the morning, the street has become noisy, and the small shops on the street have opened for business.

Beside the guardrail on the street, the boy stood under a tree and yawned.

He was only 17 years old at most, with black hair scattered in a mess, vaguely blocking his eyes, and his face was as clear as a sculpture, with sharp edges and corners, which was very good-looking.

"30 years old, lawyer."

"42 years old, coal boss."

"57 years old, surgeon."

"25 years old, dance anchor."

"21 years old... duck!"

Gu Jianlin wandered around, scanning the passers-by on the street out of the corner of his eye to pass the time.

It seemed to be some illogical words, but the pedestrians passing by cast their eyes in surprise.

Some felt baffled, some showed a look of seeing a neuropathy, and a small number of people were full of suspicion.Especially the last handsome guy who was dressed up in fancy clothes, with a surprised and angry expression, spit lightly, and walked away quickly.

"Neuropathy."

Gu Jianlin didn't care, as if it wasn't scolding himself at all.

He glanced at the time, and the cemetery was about to open, so he picked up his bags and prepared to leave.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang, and a WeChat message came in.

"Xiao Lin, today I will go back to Jiaoxi's hometown with your Uncle Su, and wechat transfered 1000 yuan to you. Don't forget to visit your father's grave, and don't buy flowers in the park, it's too expensive. OK Well, Mom is going to get in the car. You have just been discharged from the hospital, so go home early and rest."

A woman's voice is played in the voice.With a bang, it stopped abruptly.

"I didn't expect mom to still remember."

Gu Jianlin said softly.

He put away his mobile phone, nodded and smiled at the security guard at the gate, and entered the park.

Uncle Security looked at the child, and saw that he was wearing the school uniform of Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School, carrying a large schoolbag, a suitcase in his left hand, and several large bags of tributes in his right hand. He was obviously a boarding student.

The typhoon blew last night, and the traffic in the whole city was stopped. For the sake of safety, the school will definitely not let people go.

Fengcheng No. 30 Middle School is the best high school in the city, with top-notch education, but it is more than [-] kilometers away.The child came so early, he should have run out of school early in the morning.

The security uncle was a little emotional.

He has worked as a security guard in this park for more than ten years and has witnessed the change of times.

The more advanced the times, the less human touch.

These days, fewer and fewer young people come to the cemetery to visit their family members' graves.Of course, they can't be blamed for this, life is a difficult thing.When people get busy, it's either [-] or [-]. They go out early and return late all day long. After finally taking a vacation, they should rest at home, even if it's playing games.

For more than ten years, this is the first time to see a child visit the family grave by himself, which is really strange.

Gu Jianlin didn't know what the security guard was thinking, he just got used to doing everything well.

Many years ago, my father would take him to this place to worship his family every Qingming Festival, and it was this time every year.But if you come later, the street will be blocked, and the gate of the park will be crowded with people, and you can only move forward a little bit.

So my father would call him up before six o'clock every time, and he was reluctant at that time.

Now that his father is gone, and his mother has already formed a new family, he is the only child left in the family.

When my parents divorced, the relationship was very tense.

I thought that after my father's accident, my mother would soon forget about her ex-husband when she devoted herself to her new life.

I didn't expect that she would come to remind me about going to the grave.

Gu Jianlin shook his head and laughed, and climbed up the hillside along the path in his memory. There are many cemeteries in this park. Dad's tombstone is located at No. 13 in the west area, and there is a small fountain next to it, which is easy to recognize.

A black Mercedes-Benz was parked at the gate of the cemetery, and the driver's window was lowered, revealing a face covered with dark circles.

This is a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a police uniform, silently smoking a cigarette in the car, then waved out the window, yawned and said, "Little Gu, here."

Gu Jianlin was taken aback: "Inspector Zhou? Why are you here?"

In the back seat of this car, there were still two young detectives sitting, holding flowers in their hands.

Dad is a profiler specially hired by the police station, and he has no other interpersonal communication other than work. If anyone will come to see him after he dies, only these colleagues who are detectives are the only ones.

The so-called profiling is to outline the mentality of the criminal through the analysis of the modus operandi, scene layout, crime characteristics, etc.

In order to further profile its race, gender, age, occupational background, appearance characteristics, personality characteristics, etc., and predict its next action.

The profiler is very helpful in solving the case, so Dad is very respected in the police station.

"How many times have I said, just call me Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Ze was smoking a cigarette by the car window, and said with emotion: "I have known your father for more than 20 years, and many of the cases I took over were solved thanks to his profile. Besides, whenever you are on holiday these days, you will designate If the police station squatted at me, it would be better if I delivered it to my door myself."

"Here, these are all the young detectives your father took over."

He pointed behind him: "You should all know each other, right?"

"Little Gu is so filial. He runs to the police station every day for Professor Gu's affairs. It's hard not to know him."

The two young detectives said with a smile.

Gu Jianlin nodded slightly, as a greeting.

Detective Zhou's position is the captain of the Fengcheng City Police Station. He is also busy with official duties. He may not be able to go home for half a month after being busy. I didn't expect to make a special trip.

"Sorry for bothering you all these days."

Gu Jianlin felt a little apologetic when he thought about going to the police station every day to bother people during this period of time: "If you're really busy, you don't need it. Anyway, you two know each other so well, and my dad won't blame you."

"No trouble no trouble."

Zhou Ze shrugged, opened the car door and got out of the car, stubbed out the cigarette butt: "Then I have to come and see you? He is only a son like you, so you have to take care of him anyway. Speaking of which, you recently How is the injury?"

Gu Jianlin touched his forehead, and replied: "It's okay, anyway, when I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said I was fine."

"That's fine. When we found you, your father was gone, and your head was covered in blood, and you were unconscious."

Looking at his face, Zhou Ze was a little relieved, and said with a sigh: "The doctor said that even if you can save your life, it may cause brain trauma. So you should rest more, and stay at home during the few days off. I always ran to the Public Security Department."

"understood."

Gu Jianlin recalled the car accident four months ago, and the muddle-headed experience during this time.

It felt like a nightmare, and I still haven't woken up.

Zhou Ze patted him on the shoulder in relief, and said softly: "Let's go, don't hang around here. Go and see your dad first, so you don't have to queue up to buy flowers. I'll get someone to bring them to you. "

Gu Jianlin pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

In the past, he always heard those elderly people lament that the world is impermanent, that people meet and leave too hastily, and often when they meet again, things are already different, and time passes silently.

He didn't feel much about it at the beginning, after all, he was still young.

But now he understands.

Because Gu Jianlin never expected that when he saw his father again after four months, the grass on his grave was half a meter high.

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The five tombstones in the cemetery are arranged neatly from left to right.

Grandpa, grandma, second uncle, third uncle, father.

The posthumous photos engraved on the tombstone seem to have walked peacefully.

Fortunately, my mother is alive and well, otherwise it would really be the start of an orphanage.

The whole family worships the heavens, and the magic power is boundless.

Gu Jianlin glanced at the small open space at the bottom, and felt that it happened to be reserved for himself.

If I burp someday, I will bury it here.

The family is neat and tidy.

Gu Jianlin put down the suitcase, followed the procedure in memory, took out flowers and tributes from the bag, placed them on the tombstone one by one, then knelt on the ground and put his hands together to express his condolences.

It seems that everything is no different from the past Qingming.

Only this time a new tombstone was added.

There are more flowers to buy.

There is one more person to miss.

Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette. His best brother died young, and he felt bad.

The two young detectives also felt very sorry. After all, Professor Gu was the most powerful profiler in Fengcheng City. He had helped solve many big cases over the years, but he died so young.

The only fortunate thing is that Professor Gu also left behind a good and filial son.

However, in the next second, they suddenly heard the boy whispering.

"You said that you are a professor of psychology, you don't want to do it with a high salary, but you want to work as a profiler for the police station. Not to mention the low salary, and you travel everywhere. Wherever there is a case, you will be there. What are you planning?"

"In the end, I didn't save much money, and people disappeared. My mother was right. Apart from being good-looking, you seem to have no advantages. But what I didn't expect was that when I grew up, I would be like this .”

"When you were in this business, I advised you to buy more insurance. After all, it is too easy to offend people, and it is easy to be unknown in old age. You buy more insurance. If one day it disappears, my life will be better. But you I am not superstitious about the nonsense of Sun Banxian downstairs, thinking that I can live past 40. What happened? Something happened at the age of [-]."

"Later, I confronted Sun Banxian and asked him to refund the money. In the end, he said that he was a half-immortal, and his fortune-telling could only be half right. I asked which half was right? He said that half of his life was right, so even if he had to get the money back , and can only return half of it."

"If you are really dead, show your spirit quickly and take Sun Banxian downstairs too. I made an appointment with his son and bought some large insurance for him. When he goes down, we will split half and half. "

"You are such a superstitious person, you don't want no one to burn paper for you after you die, do you?"

When Gu Jianlin presented the tributes, they all came according to the share, but when it came to his father, it was different.

Take out an apple, take a bite first, and then put it on.

He took out another piece of bread, bit off half of it first, and then threw it on top.

There was also a piece of grilled fish, which he had gnawed until it had only a skeleton left, so it was put on it as well.

The detective watched in a daze as the child frantically ate his father's tribute in front of the grave, he was really filial.

Zhou Ze couldn't help complaining: "Little Gu, you are also here to go to the grave, why is there such a big gap between your kid's painting style and others'?"

Gu Jianlin raised his head, and before he knew it, it was past eight o'clock, and there were a few scattered waves of people in the cemetery.

The cries of those people were all around my ears, and there were some silent faces everywhere I looked.

At first glance, they are all sad people.

"Then how is it normal?"

Gu Jianlin glanced at the crying woman lying on the tombstone next to her, and said calmly, "Is it like this?"

Zhou Ze followed his gaze and said with emotion: "It's so sad to cry, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite."

It was a tombstone built in the shape of a rockery. A woman in her prime knelt in front of it, crying heartbreakingly while holding the photos of her remains, while her family members watched silently from behind, with different expressions of numbness or sadness.

"Are you sad?"

Gu Jianlin said calmly: "But I see she is smiling very happily."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment: "Laughing? When did she laugh?"

You must know that this is the Ching Ming Festival, but anyone with a normal mind will not laugh on other people's graves, unless they want to be beaten.

"My dad always said that you can't always look at people on the surface, and you can pretend to be sad."

Gu Jianlin glanced over there again, shaking his head: "The one in the grave is her husband, born in 1970 on the tombstone, 52 this year. And this woman is at most 24. She came to visit the grave, but she was dressed so delicately , put on such heavy makeup, and have famous brands all over her body, that bag is worth [-] yuan."

He paused: "The one in the grave is rich and married a young wife. This woman doesn't love him. It's a good thing for her that he died."

Because there is a large amount of family property to divide.

Zhou Ze was taken aback for a moment, and was amused: "I'm still studying your father's profile, co-author? Profile requires a lot of life experience and knowledge, how can you learn it so quickly? Besides, your basis That's not right, you don't like that this woman is someone else's daughter?"

Gu Jianlin didn't say anything. He had many reasons.

For example, the few men standing behind all called Dad in front of the tombstone, obviously the son of the deceased.

But the problem is, this woman doesn't look like them at all.

For another example, the eyes of those men looking at this woman are full of resentment and disdain, obviously they have a bad relationship.

This woman has a ring mark on her ring finger, but she is not wearing a wedding ring today.

The smell of perfume wafting in the wind, the brand of clothes and bags, the posture when walking before, the charming demeanor...

Of course, these details are not the point, nor are they absolutely convincing.

The reason why Gu Jianlin said that the woman was smiling was because he really saw it.

In his eyes, the woman holding the tombstone was trembling all over, the corners of her mouth opened a little bit, and she was suppressing a smug laugh, leaning back and forth when she laughed. She obviously had a pretty face, but she smiled like a blue-faced fangs female ghost.

"what."

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

What a harsh laugh.

Logically speaking, she laughed so nervously that she would have already alarmed the people around her.

However, the fact is that neither the family members behind her nor the people around her seem to have noticed her abnormality.

Gu Jianlin was already used to this.

Of course they can't see it.

Because this is the picture he wrote in profile.

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