death of mountain god

"Do you know her name?" Zhou Li asked, pointing to the woman in the old photo.

Li Wei had a look of resentment on his face: "How would I know? My dad never mentioned her."

Chen Heng was very surprised: "Have you never asked?"

"Why should I ask?" Li Wei lowered his eyes, "So what if I ask, since he doesn't mention it, I won't ask."

Some children are precocious, sensitively guessing complicated human affairs, know what happened, and know that asking about some things will only increase sentimentality, so they bury those things that should have been clearly asked in the bottom of their hearts, as if they have a tacit understanding with their elders, and sometimes they will He was praised: "This kid is really sensible."

Li Wei looked very tired, she closed the photo album: "Is it related to her?"

Zhou Yue had already taken the photo with his mobile phone, and slightly bent over to look at her: "It may be related, but this is just my guess."

"Yesterday, did you hear? A foreign tourist disappeared here."

Li Wei nodded: "Several classmates mentioned it."

Zhou Li looked at her expression: "That person is very similar to your father, and it is almost impossible to tell them apart just by looking at the photo."

Li Wei was silent for a while: "What is he doing at my house? Where is my dad?"

"We've been looking for him."

Seeing that she was in a stable mood, Zhou Li continued, "I'm ashamed of your two questions. We can't give an answer yet, but this matter is indeed our responsibility. Next, let's exchange information. ?"

"Ah."

"This person who was already missing, named Jia Shihua, is a businessman. After the disappearance, the police went to monitor and find someone. Then I went to check the details and found that he owed a large amount of money—meaning, the disappearance may be man-made. planned."

Police officer Zhao called to tell the news in the morning. In his words, Zhou Li didn't reveal the scene in the Trojan horse, but only picked out a rough idea for the other party to hear.

When he suddenly learned that Jia Shihua owed money, Chen Heng also had an unbelievable expression: "Why did he make this himself? Obviously we saw that it was..."

Zhou Li interrupted him: "Shut up, why can't it be him who wants to run away? Police officer Zhao checked his assets and transferred everything that could be transferred, just waiting to abscond with the money."

Li Wei watched them argue quietly, organizing his words in his mind.

"My dad is a teacher in No. [-] Middle School. He teaches mathematics. He...is very responsible for the students, and sometimes he will bring a few people back for tutoring."

"But he doesn't seem to care about me. I think it may be because of my... mother." She said the word a little jerky, "Yesterday when he went out, there was no abnormality, and he turned west at the intersection as usual. The way of No. [-] Middle School."

Li Wei stood up suddenly: "I'll go and see his class schedule."

Zhou Li followed her to the study room. The small room facing south was not like a guest room with a bed in other people's houses, but a huge bookshelf reaching the roof, occupying an entire wall.

The class schedule was posted on the main computer. Li Wei glanced at it, frowned and said, "Yesterday he only had the first class in the morning, but he hasn't come back since he left in the morning."

While speaking, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Li Wei looked at them in a panic, feeling that Jia Shihua was coming again.

No one answered, and then there was a knock on the door again, which was quite rhythmic-"Boom, boom, boom"

Zhou Li urged: "Old Chen, you go to Maoyan to have a look."

Chen Heng swallowed his saliva, and said quietly: "Zhou Li, I read a joke a few days ago, which is about this kind of scene. When I looked out through the cat's eye, I saw a piece of white with bloodshot... Guess it is What did you see?"

"Damn shit, which ghost have you ever seen with completely white eyeballs?"

Chen Heng stood at the door slowly, looked at the cat's eyes, snorted, and pressed the door handle readily.

Just as Li Wei wanted to stop him, the door was already wide open. Seeing that it wasn't Jia Shihua, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Yuntan looked at the three people in the room in surprise, and put the gift box he had carried all the way on the coffee table: "I'm a former student of Teacher Li, so I'll stop by and have a look."

Chen Heng whispered in a low voice: "Look, he's everywhere, there's clearly a problem with this..."

Zhou Li didn't realize it at all, and replied to him: "What is he plotting? Someday you will change that rabbit's guts before you talk about it."

Little did he know that in Chen Heng's eyes, he had evolved into a rebellious girl who was a wild man talking back to her parents.

The corners of Zhou Li's eyes rolled, and he smiled beautifully: "Oh, it's Yun Tan, this world is so small."

Shen Yuntan also smiled: "You are here too, what's wrong with Teacher Li?"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant. Li Wei explained: "My father is out and may not be back in a short time. You sit first."

Shen Yuntan asked with concern: "I'm really bothering you, what do I need to do?"

Li Wei found that this person was a bit out of date and gentle, compared to Zhou Li, he was much better, neither impolite nor cramped.

She waved her hand: "Thank you for coming to see him, if you have nothing else to do, let's take a rest here first."

There are many people and it is safe.

Li Wei didn't know what to do for a while, they would all leave later, what about him?

She frowned preoccupied: "Officer, if this matter can't be resolved today, I'm afraid I will..."

Zhou Li has never dealt with underage matters before, and it is a bit difficult now. The little girl must not stay at home anymore, and throwing people in the hotel...is not safe, and accidents are prone to happen.

"Does your father have any other relatives?"

"There's an uncle, but he's not here." When she thought about it, she was helpless, her eyes dimmed.

Chen Heng said suddenly: "Would you like to stay in our teahouse first? I used to be a youth hostel for a while, and the rooms are still empty, but they haven't been cleaned for a long time."

When I used to be an old tea shop, I couldn’t make ends meet, so I had to set up a space on the second floor as a youth hostel. This period of history is a bit embarrassing for Chen Heng to think about it now, but there are many people living there. , I am very busy every day.

Li Wei seemed to be grasping at straws: "I live, thank you, you can pay as a business hotel."

Chen Heng laughed: "That can't be done, I'm not a profiteer, you just make do with it, and then you'll only pay for food, and later bring sleeping bags and toiletries, the quilts there are covered with dust."

The little girl is sensible, and he only takes pleasure in helping others.

Zhou Li observed the structure of Li Wei's house, and asked casually, "Where are the keys to these doors?"

Li Wei pointed to the study room: "Over there, I'll look for it."

"Am I sitting here tonight and waiting for the rabbit to come to fruition?" Zhou Li didn't want to let go of this clue.

Accompanied by the sound of keys colliding, Li Wei turned his face and smiled: "Of course, my father is counting on you."

Zhou Yue tried his best to speak softly: "I have called another policeman just now, and they will investigate your father's school. We will watch the door for you."

Li Jingzhi, that is, Li Wei's father, is a mathematics teacher and also loves classical literature. Many years ago, he took his daughter and a large box of books and knocked on this dark red painted door. Second-hand housing is not very demanding. The only one who pays attention to the layout of the study room, wipes the bookshelves excitedly as soon as he enters the door, and puts the books up one by one.

Xu was influenced by his father, Li Wei joined the literary club at school, and often published some essays or novels in the school newspaper, and the weekly newspapers were neatly stacked on the side of the table, the top one was from a week ago, Zhou Li picked it up and looked at it. It was about the story of Princess Gaoyang and Monk Bianji. He glanced at it a few times and didn't quite understand it, but he felt that the writing was very vivid.

The bedroom is very tidy. There is a large bottle of colorful paper cranes in a conspicuous place. It is not very delicate. It is probably made by someone using various handmade papers. When you pull the head and tail with your hands, the wings will flap.

Seeing him staring at the paper crane, Li Wei explained: "I was sick at home on my birthday last year, and a few classmates folded the paper cranes for me. It felt good, so I kept them here."

Zhou Li looked down at the time, 11:30, "Are you going to school in the afternoon?"

Li Wei replied quickly: "No, I took a whole day off."

Chen Heng was talking to Shen Yuntan, Zhou Li raised his eyes and looked at the past, the man looked away as if guilty of guilt, he didn't ask, and leaned over to remind him: "Did your stomach groan just now? It's loud click it."

Li Wei burst out laughing, and dragged the packed 24-inch brown leather box to the living room: "Then boss, let's go to the teahouse for dinner, I don't have any ingredients at home."

It was only then that Chen Heng noticed the empty kitchen, and sighed: "It's deserted, the kitchen is cleaner than the living room."

"I have to follow Zhou Li, my friend entrusted me, you go first, we will solve it by ourselves." Seeing Chen Heng waving at him, Shen Yuntan quickly shied away, and asked again: "Can I borrow Teacher Li's restaurant?"

Li Wei naturally agreed: "Of course, I will trouble you."

"It's my job."

It was cloudy outside the door, probably because the rain did not fall to the fullest last night.

Zhou Li asked: "Helping friends with cases all day long, aren't you busy with work?"

Shen Yuntan lied calmly: "I don't have a serious job. I used to study art, but I didn't join the company. Now I'm doing outsourcing."

Zhou Yue half-understood: "Unexpectedly, you have nothing to do with the police system at all. You can be regarded as stabbing your friend."

Shen Yuntan thought about what that person looked like for a long time, but regretfully found that he couldn't remember clearly: "He is Cheng Wenzhe's older brother, and those who come and go at the dinner table become friends, so it's not like he's bothered, I'm just interested in these things. "

As an artist, when life is □□, I want to stimulate it. Zhou Li expressed his understanding: "It's about enriching life experience."

As soon as he raised his head, he was facing Shen Yuntan's left cheek, his jaw line was sharp, his nose was straight, as if carved, he had to sigh secretly that this person's bones were really good.

Shen Yuntan flicked his mobile phone to find a nearby restaurant: "Order takeaway? You have to save your energy by waiting."

Then read a long list of menus, until Zhou Li shouted to stop: "Mushroom chicken baked rice!"

"Then two baked rice."

This takeaway was in time for the meal, and it might not arrive within half an hour. Zhou Li felt obliged to touch this guy's bottom again: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

To be honest, he is not very clear about the psychology of ordinary people. He was born to believe in ghosts and gods, and he has to believe in them.

After a person dies, the soul leaves the body, and he cannot see it, but the rabbit told him that there is no wind in another world, and the translucent souls have lost their sanity, wandering around their bodies one by one, ecstasy. You are also a ghost, no matter what grievances you have had during your lifetime, they will all be wiped out after being brought back to the abyss by the ghost.

"I believe."

Shen Yuntan felt dejected in his heart. Human beings have reincarnation, and only human beings. To the demons, they are a group of life and death, but they live forever in another way.

Zhou Li thought of the old monk. He was over 60 years old and had been in charge of little monsters and mobs for most of his life: "There is a place in India called Sarnath, the birthplace of Indian Buddhism, where you can see the banks of the Ganges River. Burned corpses, they believe in cause and effect, believe in reincarnation, and believe that the human soul will not be confined to the body."

Shen Yuntan looked at him with a calm gaze: "Xuanzang retrieved the Buddhist scriptures in Sarnath, right? The area is divided into eight parts, surrounded by walls, and now there are only ruins left."

The author has something to say:

The Borneo River goes northeast for more than ten li to Luyejialan.The boundary of the district is divided into eight parts, the walls are blocked all around, and there are many pavilions and pavilions, and the rules are beautiful. ——"Da Tang Western Regions"