there are wolves

The winter in Xinjiang is always very long. It is still snowing two or three months after the beginning of spring. After the snow falls, the long monsoon begins to blow. The hot summer is what grabs the tail of the monsoon. People in Xinjiang can change their clothes from cotton jackets very quickly. Transition to short-sleeved light shirts, so that outsiders can transition to the next solar term with time in a daze.

When Zhan Yi first arrived in Xinjiang, he was not used to it. He once suffered from several serious illnesses when the spring and autumn alternated and the winter snow came. Especially in Karamay, a big city with oil fields, the wind was strong and the snow was fierce. comprehended.

He was transferred to the criminal police detachment of the police station to be the leader of the investigation team, which is not so important but better than nothing. His master was a local native Uyghur old policeman, and his age of nearing retirement seemed outrageous.

His master once squinted his eyes shining with exotic colors after drinking two bottles of Yili Laojiao and said to him: "Your brain is straight, full of academic thoughts, young man, people from Xinjiang and people from the mainland are not the same Similarly, one inch of land supports one person. This is a good saying. If you don’t change your thinking, you can’t cure them.”

Then came the Uyghur language he couldn't understand...

The "they" in the teacher's mouth may be those who wander on the edge of breaking the law and discipline. He admits that Xinjiang people have a different blood and blood than mainlanders. He has already learned this deeply when he first arrived. It is understandable that every people has their own survival system and logic of life, but he didn't understand what he needed to change, until a murder case that shocked the whole city happened a month later...

Luo Weichang's ancestral home is in Henan. Since his ancestors came to Xinjiang to work hard, he has earned a coveted family business for more than half a century. In Luo Weichang's generation, he has sharpened his head and climbed to the position of the boss of the Karamay Petroleum Company. entrepreneur.

In business, he has strong assets. In life, his wife is beautiful and he has both children.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is undoubtedly a very successful figure, but a week ago, he died...

He died in his own wine cellar. According to the analysis of the death scene, he was unconscious after being drunk in the wine cellar. It was only when the fire reached the turf that the neighbors noticed and called the police. At that time, his two children were sleeping soundly in a detached villa next to him.

This method of death is quite dramatic.

Zhan Yi couldn't understand the sacrificing words of the old man in the Islamic black robe standing in front of the monument, and he didn't intend to listen. His eyes looked through the shoulders of the person in front of him, and he looked at the man standing at the end surrounded by the crowd. A pair of backs in the front.

The taller boy in a small black suit is named Luo Xunyi, Luo Weichang's eldest son, who is 13 years old this year, and the little girl next to him holding a white chrysanthemum and wearing twin ponytails is his younger sister. Her half-sister, Luo Sihua, is eight years old.

At the age of 13, Luo Xunyi is already much taller than his peers, his shoulders are stretched out in the shape of a "one", his back is straight, his body is a bit thin, his head is slightly lowered, revealing the snow-white back of his neck , revealing a few youthful blue blood vessels...

Zhan Yi put his hands in his trouser pockets, staring thoughtfully at the back of the boy's neck, recalling the situation when he met him for the second time a few days ago, which was the night of the incident, amidst the continuous sobbing of others He rushed to the Luo family villa after the fire truck, when the murder scene...

It was a face that could only be seen in comics. Although he had never read comics, he also understood that such a face was extremely difficult to find among the crowd.

The 13-year-old boy has a snow-white complexion, dark green eyes, and a tall figure with outstanding temperament. Approaching him is reminiscent of the coldness of approaching a piece of ice and snow.

"Officer, is my father dead?"

Luo Xunyi, who was wearing white pajamas, stepped barefoot on the water-soaked lawn, looking at him with silent and cold eyes, like a ghost.

Of course the person is dead, how could the burnt flesh stick together and still not die.

Zhan Yi looked at the boy who was stepping on the ice water, and did not speak for a long time, until two police officers passed him with the body covered in white cloth.

Zhan Yi licked his dry lower lip, frowned tightly, as if very irritable, and said to him, "I don't know."

Luo Xunyi's ice-coloured eyes flashed silently across his eyes, raised his left hand to point to the ambulance and asked, "Is my father dead?"

"...Well, he died"

Looking at his face, Zhan Yi spit out a few words forcefully, and the emotional female police officer next to him immediately gouged him out with white eyes.

Luo Xunyi only said lightly: "Thank you."

Then he walked towards Luo Sihua who was held in the arms of a female nurse who came with the ambulance in the garden.

Zhan Yi lit a cigarette and twitched the corners of his lips at the female police officer with a half-smile: "I don't take it seriously, you are purely self-indulgent."

The female police officer mumbled in bewilderment: "That's weird."

Zhan Yi bit his cigarette holder and got into the charred and damaged cellar...

Speaking of Luo Xunyi, he is already an old acquaintance. The first time I saw him was in Karamay Fifth Psychiatric Hospital. His mother accidentally fell from the building. The garden where she fell from the fifth floor was also the scene of a murder. It stands to reason Falling from the fifth floor, the chances of injury are relatively high. Trying hard may be able to save you, but that day the garden was rectified and there were many sharp tools and some wrought iron guardrails piled up against the wall. Luo Xunyi's mother fell After going downstairs, he was seriously injured in the head and died at the scene.

Perhaps the escort was too panicked, and instead of calling an ambulance immediately, he called the police, and it was Zhan Yi who called the police this time.

Zhan Yi probed the neck of the woman with a terrified and ferocious face, sighed, and said, "It's hopeless."

The onlookers let out a deliberately suppressed exclamation.

"Brother, is my mother dead?"

Zhan Yi followed the direction of the sound source and found a boy standing in front of the crowd.

He was wearing a very expensive light gray POLL shirt, and his two azure blue eyes were exposed to the bright sunlight, like the sun shining on the ice.

"...call me police officer, or police uncle"

"Oh, officer, is my mother dead?"

Looking at his face, Zhan Yi felt an inexplicable strangeness, approached him and asked, "Who are you?"

The escort replied in awkward Chinese: "He is Pa Yilan's son, oh, Pa Yilan is... that's her"

Maybe it was because Zhan Yi's expression was too frightening. The younger girl who was snuggling close to the boy took a step back, then hugged the boy's waist, and buried her face in his waist.

Luo Xunyi hugged the girl's shoulders, looked down at her, and then raised his head to look at Zhan Yi: "Officer, what's the problem? You scared my sister."

Zhan Yi stared at him for a while, then looked away and scanned the ground: "...Where did this potted flower come from?"

he asked, pointing to a pot of cracked violets on the lawn.

The escort said: "It was raised by Pa Yilan. She likes violets. When she is not sick, she will look at this potted flower and smile, dazed. She is a very gentle woman."

Zhan Yi bent down and picked up a fragment of a flowerpot: "Then why did it fall?"

"Maybe, maybe Pa Yilan put it on the window sill to bask in the sun, she loves this potted flower very much"

"Are they all placed on the windowsill outside?"

"No, no, I told you that she loves this potted flower very much, and put it on the windowsill inside."

"But this potted flower will only fall if it is placed on the windowsill outside, and it will fall with the dead..."

Zhan Yi held the tile and hesitated to speak. He was lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and asked Luo Xunyi: "Why are you here?"

Luo Xunyi replied with a very flat face, "Bring my sister to visit my mother."

"Oh......"

Zhan Yi unknowingly maintained a high level of vigilance for the boy in front of him, raised his head and looked around, and suddenly pointed to the gate of the mental academy tens of meters away: "Is there a monitor at the gate?"

The escort said: "Yes, it was installed several years ago, I don't know if it is still on"

Zhan Yi walked directly to the security room at the door, and came out with a chip after a while, and extended his hand to Luo Xunyi as if inviting: "Please follow me back to the police station."

Luo Xunyi looked young, but she was already very calm and mature in doing things, and she was ready to go with him without any objection without asking any questions.

"My sister doesn't need to go"

Zhan Yi patted the little girl who was holding Luo Xunyi's waist lightly, and said softly, "Can you find a sister to take you home?"

Luo Sihua cowered back timidly like a frightened fawn, buried his head in Luo Xunyi's arms, only peeping at him with one black eye.

Luo Xunyi touched her braids to comfort her, and said to Zhan Yi: "My sister can't hear what you say, she is deaf and dumb, take her with you, I will be afraid if she leaves."

Out of human nature, Zhan Yi suddenly softened his heart, and even felt that he was a goddamn bastard for suspecting this boy, but his rationality quickly defeated his sensibility, and he took them into the police car himself.

When colleagues were asking some innocuous questions, Zhan Yi sat at the side and replayed the scene of Pa Yilan falling from the building over and over again, fast forward, slow down, go back, and play it again...

The other police officer asked several pages of nonsense, even asking about what grade he was in and whether his grades were good or not, and finally got impatient, and he took a pen to cover his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Leader, what are you doing? Isn't he the son of the dead man? Why interrogate him?"

Zhan Yi didn't say anything, turned his big computer to him, and raised his chin towards the screen.

The little policeman didn't know why he went to see it, and after watching it, he said, "That's right, the little guy said he took his sister to see his mother this morning, so it's not surprising that his face appeared on the screen."

"You know..."

In the middle of the conversation, the little policeman coughed hard and winked at him desperately.

Obediently bang, calling people pigs in Xinjiang will cause ethnic disputes.

Zhan Yi patted him on the head: "Do you have a big brain, see clearly!"

The little policeman covered his head and stared wide-eyed to see, only to see that the barely clear picture stopped, and the angle was at five o'clock, facing the nursing building where Pa Yilan had an accident. At this time, the poor woman was already lying in bed. In the pool of blood, and standing in the window where she fell was a young man, it was Luo Xunyi. The young man's expression was cold and lifeless. If one could find any emotion from his face, it would be a little panic... ...

The little policeman also felt that something was wrong, and said in a low voice: "This... is too calm."

"Your mother is dead, can you be so calm?"

"Then what do you mean, team leader?"

"I don't know, check"

He said he wanted to investigate, but he was at a loss as to where to start the investigation, because the case was clearly an accident. From any point of view, it was not the police's turn to intervene, but Zhan Yi insisted on investigating, insisting that there were many suspicious points at the scene. The sealed report was handed in, and the perseverance finally impressed the boss.

Zhan Yi wanted to investigate the case, but no one could stop him. He didn't investigate Luo Weichang, who had only shown one face so far, and he didn't investigate love murder and other possible factors. Instead, he grabbed Luo Xunyi and didn't investigate anything else. He made a statement.

Zhan Yi has his own ideas. He thinks that lies cannot withstand interrogation, especially for a half-grown child whose mind is still immature, it is impossible for him to withstand the interrogation of an eagle.

But Luo Xunyi chose to bear it down. Compared with his first confession, there are only typos in the current confession, and everything else is the same.

The little policeman almost vomited himself, and asked him: "What do you want to do, team leader? This kid answered these questions so many times, and he told the fake ones to be true."

Zhan Yi flipped through a stack of materials, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he asked: "Mentally read the mouse ten times, the cat will be afraid of the mouse, have you ever played?"

"Of course I played"

"Since you, an adult, will be brainwashed by yourself to cause logical confusion and say some stupid things, why can't he? You look through the transcripts of these days, and this kid says almost exactly the same thing every time. There is no mistake at all. There is only one explanation. , He is very guarded against us, forcing himself to not come out at all, pretending to the police is lying to the police, I think he is lying, and only lies will become more and more determined. If he is telling the truth, there is no We can’t help but press us over and over again, and the uprising has already started. Lies need to be strengthened, but the truth cannot stand scrutiny.”

"Then why do you suspect him... Do you suspect that he has a direct relationship with his mother's death?"

Zhan Yi repeats the old trick: "I don't know, check."

The next day, Luo Xunyi was taken to the hospital by him for a physical examination.

Luo Xunyi was led into a ward by the nurse, and came out after a while changed into a clean white hospital gown.

The otolaryngology department didn't go anywhere, Zhan Yi led him straight to the top floor psychiatric research center.

Luo Xunyi behaved very well-behaved, playing with him like a puppet, Dr. Zhao if you want to be called Dr. Zhao, Dr. Hayisa if you want to be called Dr. Hayesa, until an old man over fifty years old When the professor stood in front of him, he raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head coldly.

Dr. Zhao opened the door of an empty room, smiled at him, and beckoned him to go in.

Luo Xunyi stood at the door without moving for a while, Zhan Yi walked over and squeezed his shoulder, then gently pushed him in, saying: "It's okay, let's go."

Then Luo Xunyi went in, and Doctor Zhao locked the door with a bang.

The inside was empty and white, with mirrors on all four walls and no windows. There was a table and chairs in the middle, and a few sheets of paper and a pen spread out on the table.

Luo Xunyi walked in slowly and sat down on the chair, another self immediately appeared in the mirror in front of him, a young man in a snow-white hospital gown...

Looks like the ordeal has begun...

He looked at himself in the mirror and sat quietly for a while, then picked up a pencil and began to answer questions calmly.

An hour later, he finished answering the questions in the same test paper, put down his pen and waited quietly.

Dr. Zhao quickly came in and took away the 'answer sheet' and brought him out.

Zhan Yi has been waiting outside the door, and seeing him coming out, he crossed his arms and asked him with a smile, "Are you tired?"

Luo Xunyi shook his head.

The old professor took him to a study-like room and asked him to sit on a very comfortable recliner, which made him feel extra relaxed when he sat on it.

Confused, the old professor also asked him a lot of questions, many of which he couldn't answer. Every time he encountered a question that he couldn't answer, he shook his head and said directly: 'I'm sorry, I don't know'.

The old professor seemed to be satisfied with his answer, but also seemed to be dissatisfied. This long tug-of-war has been stalemate from early morning to afternoon.

Five hours after they entered, the door was finally opened, and Zhan Yi immediately went up to him and asked, "How is it?"

The old professor took off his glasses and rubbed his sour eyes: "I'm a little withdrawn. As for the problems you mentioned, no."

Finally, he put on his glasses and said, "Officer Zhan, you shouldn't treat this child so cruelly" and left.

Zhan Yi's face was extremely weird, slowly showing a very silly expression...

"Officer, may I go?"

Luo Xunyi also looked tired, standing in front of him politely asking for his permission.

Zhan Yi looked at him silently, thinking in his heart, could it be that I was really wrong?

"Well, let's go back"

Luo Xunyi nodded, said goodbye to him, then walked to the stairs and went downstairs slowly.

Zhan Yi leaned against the wall and watched his back going down the stairs unhurriedly, his originally unfocused eyes suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes widened as if he had witnessed something terrifying, and he stood frozen in place.

There is a grooming mirror on the white wall at the transition of the two flights of stairs. The boy who was descending the stairs with his head down did not realize that his appearance was being reflected in the mirror...

He lowered his head slightly, with two shadowy cold rays at the corners of his eyes, and a strange and shallow arc drawn upward from the corner of his left lip. He was wearing a snow-white and cold hospital gown, like a ghost walking out of the morgue. Holding a sharp knife in his hand, his hands are covered with blood, and will take anyone's life at any time...

He was right, his inference was right, that smile, that young man's smile was clearly the pride of playing with others, the disdain for opponents, and the mockery of losers.

That pot of violets was no coincidence, it was this boy who pushed his mother out of the window and killed his mother with his own hands.