I come from a parallel world

Feng Bei glanced at Yang Zhi.

Having worked together for many years, there was a certain tacit understanding. Yang Zhi understood the meaning from Feng Bei's eyes. He asked the team members to go out with the forensic doctor without asking anything, and then he also left the dissecting room and closed the door behind him.

Feng Bei took the young man who was about to collapse to the ground into his arms, and touched his face nervously, his palm was hot and humid, "Ran Ran?"

There was sweat on Gao Ran's eyes, his brows were tightly knit, his chest heaved greatly, and he looked extremely painful.

Feng Bei patted the young man's back, brushed his lips against his ears, rubbed his sweaty hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, dear, don't watch it, let's not watch it."

The weight of Gao Ran's whole body was on the man's body. He was wheezing, his face was blue and white, and his lips were trembling. "Put the corpse first."

"Okay, listen to you, I'll tell Yang Zhi." Feng Bei pulled him onto his back and walked out with him on his back.

When Gao Ran adjusted, he was on the bed in the hotel, drenched all over.

Feng Bei bought him a change of autumn clothes and long trousers, pushed back the wet hair on his forehead and said, "Go take a shower, drink a glass of water, and we'll talk after we're done."

Gao Ran looked at the ceiling without moving, "Brother Bei, do you think there are absolutely good people and absolutely bad people in this world?"

Feng Bei said, "No."

Gao Ran moved his gaze from the ceiling to his face, and the tensed nerve endings became relaxed.

Feng Bei raised his eyebrows and asked, "Huh?"

Gao Ran opened his arms.

Feng Bei's forehead twitched, he bent his back, put his two big hands through the young man's armpits, and easily picked him up from the bed, carried him all the way under the shower head in the bathroom, and took a hot shower with him.

The two stayed in the bathroom for nearly an hour before coming out.

Gao Ran sat cross-legged on a chair and wiped his hair, "Brother Bei, get me a recording of Zhang Yiming."

Feng Bei stopped pouring water, "Recording?"

"Don't ask, I'll explain it to you when I get it." Gao Ran rubbed his hair carelessly, "If you can hear his breathing, the clearer his breathing, the better."

Feng Bei made a phone call and asked the bureau to send an excerpt of the recording recorded during the interrogation of Zhang Yiming yesterday morning to the email address he designated, "Hurry up and send it to me as soon as possible."

There was the sound of a chair falling to the ground in the room. Feng Bei put down his phone and strode in. He saw the young man standing next to the chair with a blank face and bare feet.

Feng Bei raised his chair, "Ancestor, which song are you singing? Tell me, why don't you wear socks?"

"wore……"

Gao Ran's voice stopped abruptly when he saw his feet. He didn't speak, but there were five words "Where are my socks" written on his face?

Feng Bei raised his face, "Who am I?"

Gao Ran glanced at him, "I don't know."

"I don't know you?" Feng Bei pinched his face, put his finger on his nose to turn him into a pig's face, pursed his thin lips and suppressed a smile, "Quickly tell me, where did you get my wife?"

Gao Ran hugged the man's narrow waist and tightened his strength, "Brother Xiaobei, my heart is very uneasy, my eyelids are always twitching, and I feel that something will happen. Every time these two situations happen, something will happen. There is no exception. ,what to do?"

Feng Bei frowned, he pushed his head away from his neck, "Watch me talking."

Gao Ran buried her face in the man's neck again, "Don't look, I'm thin-skinned and shy."

"Shy ass!" Feng Bei pushed symbolically, he was not willing to use any strength, he sighed, put his palm on the young man's back, and rubbed along his spine, "There is me."

In the middle of the afternoon, Zhang Yiming's recording reached Feng Bei's hands, and he clicked on it for Gao Ran to listen to.

Gao Ran listened to it once and asked to replay it.

Feng Bei did as he did, until he replayed it twenty times before he said, "Have you heard the result?"

Gao Ran scratched his head vigorously.

Feng Bei grabbed his wrist, "Stop grabbing, if you grab it any longer, your scalp will almost be scratched. If you don't hear it, just keep listening. Why are you torturing yourself?"

Gao Ran's eyes were blank, "I feel stupid."

Feng Bei was drinking water and almost choked, "Don't say that, if you are stupid, there will be no smart people in the world."

After finishing speaking, his complexion was dark, remembering who said this, Cao Shiyuan described Gao Ran to him in this way before.

Gao Ran asked Feng Bei to go out, "I want to be alone."

Feng Bei said, "I'm at the door."

Gao Ran asked him for a cigarette, "Light it up for me."

"Okay, you are the uncle." Feng Bei took the lighter and lit his cigarette, "Call me if there is a situation."

He smoked half a cigarette in a muffled voice, and listened to the recording No. 20 times, focusing on Zhang Yiming's panting. The sound quality was not clear, so he couldn't make a conclusion for a long time.

Feng Bei was playing with a cigarette outside the door. He didn't know how long it took until he nearly rotted the cigarette before there was any movement from inside.

Gao Ran asked Feng Bei to pour him a glass of water, "I've listened to it nearly a hundred times."

Feng Bei handed him the water, "The result came out?"

"Come out," Gao Ran drank his saliva, his heart was beating fast, and he told Feng Bei all the information he had sorted out, "Zhang Yiming has a dark spot on his chest, and I heard noisy voices through that spot. "

Feng Bei didn't make any noise to interfere, and waited silently for the next sentence.

"There was a rustling sound, as if something was being dragged on the ground. It was relatively large. There were several footsteps mixed in with the friction sound. There were people, more than one, who were dragging things and walking anxiously, accompanied by a woman's voice. Voice, she's yelling too late, too late."

Gao Ran licked his dry lips, "That woman is Zhang Yiming's wife."

Feng Bei raised his eyebrows, he was very surprised, but he still didn't make a sound.

"Didn't I say that the voices were very noisy? Besides those voices, I also heard gasps." Gao Ran looked up at Feng Bei when he said this.

Feng Bei met his eyes, "Is it Zhang Yiming?"

Gao Ran drank several sips of water, "Yes, it's him. I wasn't sure at first, but now I'm sure."

Feng Bei pondered, "So, what you mean is that Zhang Yiming and his wife were dragging a large thing along the way, and both of them were flustered."

His eyelids fluttered suddenly, "The big thing is a person, a corpse, a dismembered corpse?"

Gao Ran didn't speak, silence equals acquiescence, Madara is the best proof.

The husband and wife held up an unknown secret together, allowing the secret to rot and stink quietly over the long years. They lived as if nothing had happened, thinking in their hearts that nothing had happened, so they hid it secretly and hypnotized successfully.

One extra life between husband and wife, the marital relationship suddenly changed.

Gao Ran turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face. He remembered something, his breathing stopped suddenly, and he ran out in a hurry, the door slammed.

Feng Bei was thinking about something when his arm was suddenly pulled. He was startled, "What are you doing? Your face is covered in water, why don't you wipe it off?"

Gao Ran casually grabbed the man's sleeve and wiped it on his face, "The voice is very young."

Feng Bei didn't understand, "What?"

"Zhang Yiming's wife's voice is very young when she speaks." Gao Ran's voice was a little trembling with emotion, "Judging from her breath and tone, she seems to be around 20 years old."

He expanded the scope a little bit, "Definitely no more than 25 years old, I'm more than 70.00% sure, Brother Xiao Bei, trust me."

Feng Bei thought about it and said, "Zhang Yiming's wife is ten years younger than him. She is 39 years old this year. If she is around 20 years old, it will be more than ten or twenty years ago. They have no criminal record, and it is very likely that the case will not be solved."

More than 20 years ago, murder case, unsolved case, dismembered corpse, these scattered information points were connected together, Feng Bei and Gao Ran thought of a case at the same time.

Although there are many cases of mutilation across the country, not many have been suspended for many years.

Gao Ran's heart beat faster, and his palms began to sweat, "The location of the 5.12 corpse dismemberment case is also in the old city?"

Feng Bei was calmer than him, "Yeah."

The only informant, Hu Yun, died five years ago. As soon as she died, the unsolved case became more unsolved. The following police officers changed batch after batch, but they couldn't find any clues. No one followed up and gave up. .

Gao Ran frowned, "Where did Zhang Yiming and his wife come from? They came here more than ten or twenty years ago?"

"Don't worry, you'll find out as soon as you check."

Feng Bei made two phone calls, one was to Zhao Sihai, and asked for the files of Zhang Yiming and his wife, the more detailed the better, especially the part of the young ones, and the other was to Yang Zhi, asking him to dismember the 5.12 corpse Prepare the case information.

5.12 It has been 18 years since the unsolved corpse case. When the murder happened, Gao Ran was five years old, and there was no trace of it in his memory.

Now suppose that Zhang Yiming and his wife are the suspects in the 5.12 corpse dismemberment case, but they are all dead and their mouths are closed forever. Even if they open their mouths, nothing will come out.

Gao Ran grabbed his hair again.

Feng Bei's eyelids twitched when he saw it, "If you are disobedient, grab it, grab it hard, grab the bald head, and you will cry sometimes."

Gao Ran, "..."

As soon as Feng Bei arrived at the bureau, Zhao Sihai called.

"Team Feng, Zhang Yiming's hometown is Zhangjiazhuang. He moved to Baoyi County in 85 and left in 88. His wife's family came here in 79 and left in 88. The relationship between the two developed in the city."

Zhao Sihai said, "In the past, many people came from the countryside to work in the county. Most of them came today and left tomorrow. A few would stay longer, but there is no fixed number, so there is no registration. It is very laborious to check."

"Speak the key."

"The important point is that Zhang Yiming's file has been changed. He is the boss of a company and has to deal with all aspects. He will have contact with the government. It is not difficult to do this."

"so?"

"So we can't find out." Zhao Sihai said, "The same goes for his wife."

"What year was it changed?"

"In 88, I called my brother at the police station to visit and visit, and report to you if there are new discoveries."

Feng Bei asked, "Has Wang Qi's whereabouts been locked?"

Zhao Sihai said not yet, "I think it's probably more ominous than good."

Feng Bei said, "If you're alive, you need to see people, if you're dead, you need to see corpses. Hurry up. There are several cases in hand. We need to solve the cases as soon as possible. We can't delay."

Zhao Sihai said, "I know, I know, then I will go to work, see you later."

Feng Bei hung up the phone and frowned in thought. In 88, it was the year when the body dismemberment case happened. How could there be such a coincidence? There is something famous in it.

The case file of the 5.12 dismemberment case had already been covered with a layer of dust, and Yang Zhi blown and wiped it until the case file was a little bit cleaner.

"Boss, didn't you come here to arrest Wang Qi?"

Feng Bei flipped through the case.

Yang Zhi said self-consciously, "This morning, the family members of the victim in Wang Qi's case died in the old city. Bureau Zheng found out, and let me explain. what is the relationship?"

Feng Bei flipped through the pages, "Whether it's related or not, I'm not sure yet, I need clues."

Yang Zhi was confused, "If there is a clue on 5.12, even if there is only one clue, it won't be hanging around for almost 20 years."

Feng Bei poured out the photos he took at that time, and looked at them one by one. There were close-ups of body parts and body bags, and environmental records such as streets and ground.

"Where's the high-burning man?"

Yang Zhi said he didn't know, "It was still outside the door just now, but now..."

He answered a phone call, his face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Boss, someone reported that a male corpse was found on the west side of the canal. According to the description of the police at the scene, the deceased was Wang Qi."

Wang Qi had multiple stab wounds on his body, and the fatal wound was on his chest. He had nothing to do with Zhang Yiming, and he was also related.

The culprits were those who gang-raped Zhang Yiming's wife for money, Wang Qi's so-called brothers.

After the incident, a group of people including Wang Qi fled for their lives with money in their pockets, wanting to wait for the wind to pass before coming out in style.

Unexpectedly, within two days, a group of people heard rumors that Wang Qi was going to surrender himself and sell them to the police.

A few of them were gangsters with no culture, they panicked all of a sudden, they couldn't control so much, just in case, they didn't confront Wang Qi, and directly killed them.

The call was finally found to be from City A, which was near Zhang Yiming's Xiaosan's house.

Zhang Yiming killed people with a knife, killed three birds with one stone, used Xiaosan's jealousy to get rid of his wife, and used a few fresh lives to welcome his soon-to-be-born child.

It's a pity that he still doesn't have the luck to see the child.

The case of Zhang Yiming's wife involved two lives, one was Wang Qi and the other was himself. Who killed him and why did he come to the county?

If it wasn't Wang Qi to meet, who would it be?murderer?

With Zhang Yiming's scheming, unless there is a compelling reason, he will not take action at this juncture.

The cases of Zhang Yiming's wife and Wang Qi are closed, but Zhang Yiming's case has not yet been found, but there is no way to find out. His car was parked about 150 meters away from the scene the night he was killed, and no clues were found around.

Zhang Yiming's case was under the jurisdiction of the County Public Security Bureau, Zhao Sihai took people back to City A, Feng Bei was still in the county, and 5.12 was the only case he took over that had not been solved so far, leaving a knot in his heart.

Two days, Feng Bei gave himself two days, if there is still no progress, he will leave the case and go back.

Feng Bei found Gao Ran on the side of the street, "Why are you squatting here?"

Gao Ran looked at the little goldfish in the fish tank, curled his lips and said, "I want to buy fish."

Feng Bei was stunned for a while, "Buy, go back and buy."

Gao Ran stood up, "When will you go back?"

Feng Bei tugged at the jacket on his body, "What's the matter? Are you worried?"

Gao Ran breathed the cold air mixed with car exhaust, "Uneasy, I told you, I feel uneasy, I don't want to stay here, I want to go home."

Feng Bei said, "How about calling your home?"

"No," Gao Ran said, "It's my dad's birthday on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. I'll ask for leave to go back. You go with me and behave well."

Feng Bei counted the days, there were two more days in a week, so he had time to prepare.

Back at the hotel, Feng Bei lit a cigarette and studied the 5.12 case.

After Gao Ran ate a big persimmon, he felt better. He leaned over and picked up a photo to look at, "Is this a bag for dismembered corpses?"

Feng Bei said, "Yes."

Gao Ran took the photo closer and brought his eyes closer.

Feng Bei sorted out the photos, "Did you see anything?"

Under the high fuel pressure, there was a strange feeling in my heart, "The pattern of this bag is not the kind sold in the market at first glance."

"is it?"

Feng Bei flicked the ash into the trash can, "You were only five years old at that time, you know?"

"My grandma can make it up. I've seen it before, and I have a little impression." Gao Ran looked at the bag on the photo again, and said his speculation, "The murder happened suddenly. The murderer chopped up the body and was eager to throw it away. out of the house bag."

He thought for a while and said, "There is another possibility that the murderer thought that this kind of pattern weaving is very common. This possibility corresponds to two points. First, the murderer is not very old. Second, he did not weave the bag, but an elder in the family." Made it up, so he doesn't understand."

Feng Bei rubbed his forehead, "It's been a long time since this case happened. I was only 14 years old when the case happened. If I had taken over ten years later, I might have found clues."

Gao Ran said, "Since you understand everything, why check?"

"I gave myself two days." Feng Bei said, "Yang Zhi is investigating Zhang Yiming's case, and there may be some clues in two days."

Gao Ran looked at all those photos and got a headache, "I want to go to Shuai Shuai's house."

Feng Bei held his hand and kissed him several times, leaving a deep mark with his teeth, "Go, don't stay too late, call me before you leave, I'll pick you up .”

The sunshine is short in winter, and when the high temperature is gone, the sky is already dim.

A man was shoveling snow in the alley, Gao Ran was about to say "Uncle Chen" when he heard the man say, "Xiao Ran, are you here to find Shuai Shuai? He went out with his father."

Gao Ran got closer, only then did he realize that the middle-aged man was much wider and had more hair. It was not Chen Shulin, but his elder brother Chen Shuwei.

There are three families living together in Jia Shuai's house, one on the left and one on the right are the uncle and the second uncle. His house is small and the space is not big. There is one upstairs and one downstairs with a small kitchen. The other two are a little more spacious.

This kind of situation of not separating families was more common in the 90s, and it is rare now.

Gao Ran went to Jia Shuai's uncle's house. Since he was a child, he has been here no more than one hand, and his memory is fuzzy.

Chen Shuwei came over with a box of peanut milk, "Xiao Ran, what are you looking at inside?"

Gao Ran pointed to an old photo pressed under the glass. On it were two young men. The woman had two big braids and looked handsome. Handsome as fuck?"

Chen Shuwei moved closer, "Yes, the relationship between the two of them was good at that time."

Gao Ran had never heard Shuai Shuai talk about it, "What happened next?"

"Later," Chen Shuwei's eyes flashed with memory, "Later, when your Uncle Chen went to study abroad, the two of you just broke up."

He smiled all over his face, "But it's about fate, you can't say for sure, your Uncle Chen is still with Shuai Shuai and his mother, and he has a good relationship with Shuai Shuai, as father and son."

Gao Ran found Shuai Shuai in a bunch of photos, "Uncle, what year did Shuai Shuai's father die?"

Chen Shuwei said, "It seems that in 87, when he sold geese, he not only tampered with the scales, but also fed the geese with sand. He was beaten up and died a few days after he came back. The ones who killed me because of my cleverness didn't look at how much I was, they were dishonest, and they wanted to engage in crooked ways. If Shuai Shuai was in his hands, it would be impossible for him to do what he is doing today."

His words are full of contempt, even a little disgust.

Gao Ran said, "Has Uncle Chen been with Shuai Shuai's mother since 88?"

"In 89, I was not in the county that year, and I only found out when I came back for the New Year." Chen Shuwei handed over the peanut milk, "Xiao Ran, take this to drink."

Gao Ran didn't chat with Chen Shuwei for long, when he heard voices from outside, Jia Shuai and Chen Shulin came back.

Jia Shuai took Gao Ran to his room and gave him food and drink.

Gao Ran didn't see the portrait in the main room, he was a little puzzled, and asked instead, "Shuai Shuai, do you miss your mother?"

Jia Shuai put down the book in his hand.

Gao Ran asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jia Shuai didn't answer, just said, "Why did you mention her all of a sudden?"

Gao Ran told the truth, "I haven't seen your mother's portrait, so I'll ask when I remember it."

Jia Shuai looked into his eyes, as if he was judging whether he was lying, "The house is going to be sold, and the portrait is put away."

Gao Ran threw two plum meats into his mouth, "Do you miss her?"

Jia Shuai picked up the book, and his eyes fell on the small words, "She passed away very happy. If I miss her, she will know that she will miss me and be unhappy, so I don't miss her."

Gao Ran puffed out his cheeks, staring at Fa Xiao under the desk lamp for a moment.

Jia Shuai stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Gao Ran's eyes, and then poked his cheek with his hand.

Gao Ran quickly ate the plum meat and spit out half of the shell in his mouth. He sighed, "Shuai Shuai, I think I don't know you very well."

Jia Shuai put down the book again, but this time he didn't pick it up again.

"I don't know you either," he said.

Gao Ran scratched his face, leaned his upper body on the table, "What book are you reading?"

Jia Shuai said, ""One Hundred Thousand Whys".

Gao Ran's mouth twitched, "Dude, don't blame me for not reminding you, I'm happy to hang several doors."

Jia Shuai said calmly, "If I fail, unless I don't want to."

Gao Ran, "It's ok, keep this domineering look, I'm optimistic about you."

Jia Shuai said, "The case is solved?"

The topic changed a lot, Gao Ran was taken aback for a moment, "Two were broken, and one was not broken."

Jia Shuai pursed his lips and smiled, "I really don't know what's so fun about being a policeman."

Gao Ran said, "Justice, great love."

"When I took the oath, it was an excitement. I felt that I could save the world."

Jia Shuai ate plum meat and frowned, "The taste has changed, not as good as before."

Gao Ran couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, "Some things are not as good as before, and some things are worse than before, that's normal."

"Shuai Shuai, there was a corpse dismemberment case in 88, do you know?"

"At that time I was playing with mud, playing slingshot, and playing house." Jia Shuai raised his eyes, "Why do you ask this?"

Gao Ran grabbed a handful of broad beans and ate them, "The case has not been solved, and we are investigating it now."

Jia Shuai said, "It's been almost 20 or [-] years, can you still find something?"

The high-burning voice was vague, "It's hard to say."

There were footsteps outside the door, accompanied by Chen Shulin's question, "Xiao Ran, have you had dinner yet?"

Gao Ran said he ate it.

Chen Shulin didn't come in, "Then you talk."

Gao Ran whispered to the novel, "Why have you never told me that your mother and Uncle Chen were a couple when they were young?"

Jia Shuai frowned instantly, "Uncle said?"

Gao Ran hummed, he was waiting for the next sentence, but Jia Shuai did not continue.

At night, Gao Ran woke up with a start. He opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath, sweating profusely.

Feng Bei turned on the light, picked him up and hugged him, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Gao Ran pushed Kaifeng Bei to sit up, looking for clothes while saying, "I'm going to see Zhang Yiming."

Feng Bei dragged him back to the bed, and said angrily, "It's midnight, you don't sleep, why are you going to see a dead body? Go tomorrow morning."

"No, I have to go now," Gao Ran swallowed, his voice hoarse, "I want to see the spots on Zhang Yiming's chest again."

Feng Bei stared at the young man for a few seconds, then got up to get him his clothes.

At 45:[-] in the morning, the staff moved Zhang Yiming's body out of the freezer.

Only Feng Bei and Gao Ran were left at the scene. The former was smoking a cigarette to refresh himself, while the latter did not stare at the spot without blinking, but stood still.

Time passed by one minute and one second, [-]:[-], [-]:[-], [-]:[-], Feng Bei tore off the cigarette sticking to his mouth, "Let's go."

Gao Ran didn't move.

Feng Bei found out that something was wrong with him at the hotel, he was about to come, but he didn't come forward when he came, obviously entangled and struggling.

Ban Gao Ran can see it alone, Feng Bei can only make guesses based on his description, and he is powerless.

"Go back if you don't want to read it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Bei paused, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you read it or not, you already have the answer."

Gao Ran's face turned pale.

Feng Bei said, "You are running away."

"If there is a reality that I don't want to face, I will retreat subconsciously, but I can't pass the hurdle in my heart, so it is very contradictory."

Gao Ran's body shook, his face was on fire, he hung his head, and remained silent for a long time, "I was asleep, and I heard those noisy voices in a daze, right next to my ears, the rustling of the bag dragged on the ground The sound, Zhang Yiming's panting, his wife's urging voice, these are very clear."

Seeing that he was silent again, Feng Bei continued to speak for him, "Aside from Zhang Yiming and his wife, there is a third person present."

Gao Ran covered his face with his hands, and rubbed vigorously. He moved his mouth, trying to say something, but he didn't say it for a long time.

Feng Bei went to close the door, "Who is the third person?"

Gao Ran's eyes were red, and it was difficult for him to say a word, "It's a handsome mother."

Feng Bei was full of astonishment.

Gao Ran was a little incoherent, "I heard her whimpering, very faint, just one sound, she was also walking with a heavy thing, and fell down in panic."