Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

The city of longing.

The huge Boeing passenger plane flew through the dark night sky. The elegant stewardess in the cabin carried a silver tray with plum wine and cheese and bacon sandwiches.

She walked into the first class cabin, knelt down and smiled at a female passenger in the first class cabin, "Ms. Yao, your meal is ready. Please take your time."

"How long until we reach our 30s?" Yao Ruolan raised her head and asked.

As you can see, there are airplanes in the City of Missing.

The city of missing is very huge, about the size of several hundred earths.

To put it simply, each era exists in one earth.

On that earth were all the buildings belonging to that era.

In a different era, airplanes will be the fastest means of transportation.

Air tickets are particularly expensive because there are so few flights to the city of remembrance.

All the planes that have lost contact and crashed in the past hundred years will come to the city of longing.

At this moment, Yao Ruolan, who is the ferryman of the City of Missing, accepted the entrustment of his guest Qiao Yuanshan and took a plane to return to K City in 1932.

The flight attendant looked at the Longines watch and said, "There are still more than ten hours. Please take a rest. I wish you a happy journey."

Yao Ruolan thanked her and the stewardess left. She picked up the sweet and sour plum wine and took a sip. It was tasteless. She looked at the lightning in the sky through the cabin window.

On the wings of the plane were resting several birds with flaming bodies. It had been a long time since I had flown on a plane, Yao Ruolan thought.

She put on her headphones and listened to "Hey Judy" by the Beatles. She didn't particularly like the song, just because the long-haired passenger sitting in her back seat was none other than John Lennon.

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More than ten hours later, the plane stopped in an open space. This was K City in 1932.

Yao Ruolan got off the plane. There were several rickshaw pullers outside, and she got into a car.

The driver pulling the cart is a young man in his early twenties, with a small parting of his hair, and he speaks very nicely. His conversation is clear and logical, as if he has studied in a book.

The car passed through the streets of K City in the 30s, with nightclubs, bustling entertainment cities and bustling traffic.

Yao Ruolan felt that the driver was always a little absent-minded and kept staring at the crowd.

A black pistol could be seen hidden on his waist.

He is on a secret mission to find a big bad guy from country J. The mission failed that year. He took the secret with him and died of torture through gritted teeth.

After his death, he was praised by others, and he came to the city of longing to make a comeback. He spent another 90 years in K city, which he had visited millions of times, and continued to look for the big bad guy from country J.

Such bad guys have been scolded to death long ago and will never come to the City of Missing again.

But the young coachman continued to disguise himself and continued to search. This was the whole meaning of his life and death.

Twenty minutes later, the driver stopped the car at the door of the police station.

Yao Ruolan got out of the car and said goodbye to the driver.

She went into the police station of this K city.

It was very empty, and there were a lot of documents from old cases on the old tables and chairs. She heard the sound of a typewriter hitting the keyboard, coming from not far away. Looking for the sound, she saw that the door of the detective's office was ajar.

Opening the door, Yao Ruolan saw Inspector Bao Luo, who was in his 70s. He died in his 70s.

The Bao Luo that Yao Ruolan saw at this moment had gray hair, but it was neatly combed with hair wax.

He was wearing a gray jacket and retro round glasses. He was holding a pipe in his mouth, holding a document in one hand and typing on the keyboard of a typewriter with the other hand.

The walls of the room are covered with certificates of honor. In his 40 years as a police officer, he has solved hundreds of major and minor cases.

A "Light of K City" trophy is placed on Boro's desk.

"Excuse me, Inspector Bao." Yao Ruolan explained his purpose.

"You want to ask me about Johnson's case?"

"Yes, do you still remember this case from 90 years ago?"

Paulo took a drag on his cigarette and said, "I'm very impressed."

He said, I don’t know what you think of me or how future generations will think of me, but I know that I am a policeman.

My duty is to find out the truth and catch the murderer. I have been a police officer for 40 years. I have solved many cases. If you want to say whether any of them were misjudged, I made a wrong judgment. That is possible.

After all, the situation at that time was turbulent, and the crime rate outside was too high. Some people might be willing to kill people just to have a good meal, and the criminal investigation technology was very immature.

So, even now, I know that I am dead, and when I come to the city of longing, I don't know how long I can stay here and what I will do. It seems that the meaning of life to me is only to investigate the case.

Therefore, I spend every day in this empty police station, looking through every case I have investigated in the past, and returning to the crime scene again and again.

Let’s see if there were any omissions or who I wronged. If I was wronged, I will go and apologize to them. Even if I get a beating, I will admit it.

"What about the case about John Johnson? Did you really close the case quickly because of pressure from the Fiji people?" Yao Ruolan asked.

"No." Bolo shook his head, "I think the evidence in this case is conclusive."

Boro paused, twirling the golden pen in his hand, and said, "In this case, when I saw Johnson, I felt that he was suspicious."

He gave a complete account of the entire case.

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The house where Johnson and Trilis lived was in a wealthy area in the middle of the mountain. There were not many houses there, one every [-] meters.

They live in a three-story bungalow, with a living room on the first floor, a bedroom and a baby room on the second floor. The third floor is the study room.

The maid came at six o'clock in the morning and started preparing breakfast, cleaning and taking care of the children.

Trilis has been at home and has not gone out.

Johnson went to work at nine in the morning and came back at six in the evening.

Afterwards, the servants finished cooking dinner, and at seven o'clock in the evening, they had dinner and finished at eight o'clock.

The maid left at nine o'clock in the evening. When she left, she said she saw Johnson and Cuillis still drinking in the living room.

However, the two of them were not in a very happy state. In other words, during this period, the servant discovered that the couple seemed to be inseparable.

They each drank sullenly.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. Before leaving, the servant reminded Johnson to lock the door. This was their family's habit. If there was a key inside the door, the door would be locked from the back room.

After leaving, the servant heard the door lock.

The door was locked with a special key from inside the house, which had only one door on the first floor.

The windows are also sealed.

In other words, this house is a secret room at this moment, and there must be only Johansson, Cuillis and their three-year-old son in the house.

John Johnson and his wife were still drinking. According to John Johnson's confession, he drank until about 11 o'clock and went to bed in the bedroom on the second floor.

And Trilis continued to drink in the hall. The time when Trilis was killed was about twelve o'clock to one o'clock.

The head was hit by two objects, one was a blunt instrument like a stick, and the other was a sharp instrument like a machete.

Judging from the traces of blood spatter, all the blood came from the side of the sofa.

In other words, Trilis died on the sofa. The murderer was very strong and attacked quickly and violently, killing Trilis.

She had no time to resist.

An expensive pearl necklace was missing from Trilis' neck.

A size 42 bloody shoe print was found in the open space outside the window. It's one, not two.

This shows that the murderer is actually one person, so why did he use two tools: a stick and a machete?

This was my first suspicion - the murderer was one person, deliberately using two tools to make us mistakenly think that the murderer was two people.

Besides, the window on the first floor was broken, and the murderer escaped through the window.

But the second doubt lies in the window. The broken glass fell outside the house, not inside.

Therefore, the murderer broke the glass inside the house and escaped.

This is very suspicious. The door has been locked and the windows have been closed. So this house is a secret room. How did the murderer get in? There was no way he could enter the house silently.

If he had broken the window and entered the house, the glass shards would have fallen inside the house, not outside.

I heard that this case was later sued against a repairman, which is even more nonsense.

The repairman may have a way to open the window silently, but since he has already opened it, why would he break the already opened window when he left? Isn't this unnecessary?

"So." Paulo took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled it.

No matter whether I was alive or dead, when I re-examined this case, I always believed that this room was the secret room.

There were only three people in the secret room, Johnson, Cui Lisi, and their 3-year-old son.

It was impossible to hide other people. You must know that the servant stayed in this house for more than ten hours before leaving. She cleaned the house inside and out. If there was anyone, the servant would definitely find it.

So is it possible that the servant conspired with other murderers?

This is even more impossible. If it was a theft, the servant would have asked the conspirators to find a time when no one was in the room to do it. They would not be so stupid as to pick a time when everyone was there.

Killing Trilis, this famous nobleman, would not do any good to the servant, it would only cost her her life.

"So you think everything is a disguise by George Hansheng?" Yao Ruolan asked.

"Yes," said Paulo.

He is an unfaithful husband in his marriage. If his wife dies, he will have both money and freedom, and he will be the biggest beneficiary of this case.

He thought he was very smart, so he deliberately got his wife drunk, used two tools to commit the murder, killed her, took away the necklace, broke the window, ran outside first, and then returned to the house, saying that he was sleeping when the crime occurred and did not know anything. Know. It was thieves who did it.

"But, he can't escape my eyes." Paulo said with the corner of his mouth twitching.

Afterwards, he took out a thick document and handed it to Yao Ruolan. This file contained all the detailed information about Cui Lisi's murder case.

After that, Boro straightened up again, picked up the information on the next murder case and reviewed it again, while reading it and recording it on the typewriter.

"There are too many cases, too many cases." Paulo said to himself.

When leaving, Yao Ruolan asked, "Inspector Bao, I want to know, you have been a police officer for 40 years, and you have retried cases in the decades since your death. Have you discovered any cases that you were wrongly convicted of back then?"

Paulo's hand stopped on the typewriter. His hand trembled a little, clenched into a fist, and sighed.

"At least so far, perhaps the one that regrets me the most is the 1942 movie theater murder case."

In that case, an Englishman named Peter died in a utility room in a movie theater.

Time of death is midnight.

Boluo arrested a habitual robbery criminal named Chen Lai.

Boro believed that Chen Lai was wandering near the movie theater at midnight, discovered Peter from India, and robbed him. During the entanglement between the two, Chen Lai killed Peter and then dragged him into the darkroom of the cinema to hide his body.

Although after arresting Chen Lai, Chen Lai shouted that he was wronged and said that it was impossible for him to kill Peter, he also provided a less glorious evidence - Chen Lai said that he was committing the crime at another house a few kilometers away at the time of the crime. robbery.

But back then, Bo Luo didn't believe Chen Lai's confession. How could he believe the lies told by a habitual robbery criminal?

Bao Luo identified Chen Lai as the murderer, and Chen Lai was executed.

But many years later, David, another Englishman, confessed before his death that he had killed Peter, and the case came to light.

Chen Lai died unjustly. This has also become the "Light of K City", Boro, who has solved countless major cases, is known to the world as the most regrettable wrong case.

The case became a thorn in Paulo's side.

"But I don't think I did anything wrong." Bao Luo pursed his lips with a smile, as if he was confirming himself, "Chen Lai is not a good person at all. He robbed and hurt people. How many crimes has he committed in his life? Even if he died unjustly or not, this is his retribution.”

After finishing speaking, Paulo typed on the keyboard again. Under the light, the "Light of K City" trophy on the table shone brightly.