Against the current Hengdao

Fortunately, Captain Xue shouted domineeringly and stopped in time. Under the tense atmosphere, a dangerous situation where the ruins were almost on fire was stopped in time, and a group of people extinguished the fire in twos and twos.The local engineering team must not want to make a fuss over a dilapidated and cheap private house. As long as they can spend money to buy a signature and nod, who would want to make a fuss?

"The house belongs to me, and the land belongs to me. Why do you move if you say so? I won't, I won't move out according to your wishes!" Wang Chongliang, that man, was still standing on the roof in a stalemate with the crowd. His complexion was smoked into the funny appearance of a black smoke bomb, and his hair was exploding with thorns on the top of his head. He was really an unreasonable stubborn guy.

The crowd who were about to encircle and suppress scattered in all directions angrily, and the crowd shook their heads and waved their hands in a hurry.

"This man is insane."

"I am uneducated, have a straight temper, and have some brain problems when I was young. It has been like this for many years."

"No wonder people in their forties can't find a wife. Who wants to live with this lunatic?"

"..."

Ling He might have been choked by the black smoke, and when Yan Xiaodao and Assistant Mao carried him back from the pile of rubble, he bent down and coughed for a while.It was only then that Yan Xiaodao remembered that someone was allergic to nicotine. Ordinary people would not be able to smell the flammable substances in those homemade firearms, let alone Linghe.

Yan Xiaodao hugged Ling He's waist from behind, rubbed his chest and beat his back to comfort the young master.Ling He turned himself into the face of a black-faced niche, with layers of black smoky putty smeared on his face!

Ling He broke free from Yan Xiaodao's blocking arm, and climbed up to the crumbling roof by grabbing the gable wall.

Wang Chongliang only had two big white eyeballs left to show his sobriety. He sat on the rubble like a clay sculpture and woodcarving, with a lavender sky above his head that was full of smoke and fire.

Ling He squatted down and stared at the half-crazed man surnamed Wang: "You said you have lived on this street for 17 years?"

Wang Chongliang: "Hmph, yes, I won't move!"

Mr. Ling was not interested in whether Wang Chongliang’s house was moved or demolished. He went straight to the point: “15 years ago, 30 meters across the street from your house, a hotel run by a couple suddenly caught fire. Do you remember this incident? "

Xue Qian also climbed up to the roof and bent down to look at the black-faced man.Wang Chongliang rolled his eyes a few times in a daze, and smiled miserably: "There is a fire, people are burned to death, they are all burned to death."

Xue Qian hurriedly asked: "Did you see it? Were you there at that time?"

Wang Chongliang's throat was hoarse from the smoke, and he laughed a little horribly: "They were all burned to death...the house was burned...there is nothing left."

Mao Zhixiu helplessly waved away the smoke in front of his eyes with his slender hand, shook his head and concluded: "Mr. Ling, after finally finding an old man who has lived for 17 years, he turned out to be half a lunatic!"

It is impossible to say that Captain Xue is not disappointed.He temporarily delayed his business trip and vacation plan, and went into battle with injuries. This trip is ambitious and determined to win, and he even boasted to his colleagues in the local task force that Haikou will definitely solve the puzzle this time.He can't wait to dismantle and integrate all the big and small cases in the villages far and near, such as the missing child abduction case, the gambling and extortion case, and the telecom fraud fund-raising case, and reconnect them together to find the hidden connections and contexts. Startled.

It was too late and the journey was too far to make it back to the city. Ling He suddenly suggested: "Let's stay one more night and go back tomorrow, maybe there are other clues."

Ling He even saved the trouble of finding a top-notch hotel, and pointed to the crappy hotel wrapped in light green patent leather across the street, without allowing others to comment: "Captain Xue, we will stay here tonight!"

Ling He didn't shy away from the winks that Yan Xiaodao kept throwing at his face, and put poison in a mocking tone: "Mr. Yan, it has nothing to do with those two village girls with 60 yuan and 100 yuan, so I won't go overboard and give it to you." It’s time for the dishes, you can go to the next door and pick one that is pleasing to the eye and bring it over!”

Yan Xiaodao put one hand on Ling He's shoulder unceremoniously, and squeezed a few times to relieve his anger.

He was chasing Mr. Ling in the cornfield before, but his feet were still inconvenient, so he didn't catch up, and he was really annoyed.However, this kid Ling He seemed to have more than enough to say, he circled around him and then came back, and came to his door with a smile on his face.He grabbed Ling He's clothes, raised his foot and kicked Ling He's butt limply as punishment.

Seeing a few people from the city coming to patronize her, the proprietress's sister-in-law was full of radiance and joy, pointing at the banknotes in one hand to give up the largest room, and then pointed out the only pocket single room to the lady.

This kind of hotel at the entrance of the village usually entertains passing long-distance truck drivers. Several people share a room with each other, and the conditions are so simple that Mao Xiangu rubbed the soles of her shoes at the door for a long time and refused to enter the house.On the contrary, the faces of the three men are calm and calm. What dirty places have you never seen?Give a dry floor and get by for one night.

The handsome and handsome Captain Xue lay sprawled on a long single bed, didn't bother to move his arms and legs, and started snoring in the blink of an eye.

The sister-in-law firmly believed that she met a customer who knew the goods in her previous hard sales, and said boldly to Mr. Yan: "100 yuan, it's next door, I'll call it for you?"

These women who have been married for many years and have given birth in remote areas are accustomed to treating men and women like eating and drinking every day.Between left-behind women and bachelors, between proprietresses and hotel guests, between migrant workers and migrant wives who are far away from home, there is a dewy relationship, each takes what they need, and solves the most basic physiological needs, which are no different from eating and drinking. There will be no sign of shame.

Yan Xiaodao jumped up from the wooden bed, but this time he was not at all generous: "Don't yell, big sister, please don't, big sister, go back and rest! We will give you a penny of the accommodation fee!"

It was rare for Mr. Yan to be shy and admit cowardice, and he almost bowed to the elder sister-in-law and kowtowed to the ground, which made the corners of Ling He's mouth draw a narrow arc, such a small episode was too funny.

The sister-in-law had an expression of "seeing a fake man who doesn't understand current affairs and style", curled her lips, closed the door and went downstairs without interest, firmly believing that the men in the city look good, and "that aspect" is not good.

Mr. Ling, who was sitting by the wooden bed, shook Erlang's legs wildly, and while Captain Xue was snoring, he suddenly leaned over: "Mr. Yan, you have a tricky mouth, and ordinary people don't like it?"

Yan Xiaodao was not polite: "I have my eye on one, dare to come?"

Ling He refused to give up an inch of ground: "Come on, who dares?"

The two entangled each other with their gazes. If it wasn't for the concern that the even more incomprehensible Yaksha fell asleep three feet behind him, both of them could not hold back, and their bodies were very angry...

However, Ling He once again caught Yan Xiaodao by surprise, and deliberately went downstairs to the damp and moldy kitchen covered with putty to get a pot of hot water.

Ling He squatted on the ground to help him take off his shoes, and soaked his feet in the water basin.It's only natural for the young master to do these things, there is no need to talk nonsense, it seems that he is expressing with silent and considerate actions all the time: I planned it this way from the beginning, you just limping, Yan Xiaodao, I just want to be with you So "together".

Seeing people's hearts for a long time will definitely make you succumb, and you have to be willing if you don't want to.

Yan Xiaodao didn't complain that his feet hurt from walking too much, but if Ling He couldn't see that his tired feet hurt, then he wouldn't be an understanding Mr. Ling.

The green paint on the dilapidated window edges was mottled, and the wall peeled off to reveal a large number of rotten sore-like marks. In such a shabby room in the countryside, the air in the room is warm.Ling He didn't say any gentle and considerate words, he pulled Yan Xiaodao's leg and massaged his tired calf and ankle.

"Do you really love me or do you pretend to love me?" Yan Xiaodao complained helplessly, "Why did we both know this before?"

Ling He made no secret of his feelings: "I really love you."

Yan Xiaodao now understands Ling He's temper very well, and Ling He sincerely said this kind of confession, but the way Ling He "loves" a person is too much for him, and his thinking and methods are different from those of Ling He. ordinary people.

Yan Xiaodao was thoughtful: "Linghe, why do you have to come here after making a big detour? Did you already know the details and the truth, but didn't tell me? Is there something wrong with this store?"

"I don't know much, just a few words from hearsay. Besides, what's the use of my knowledge?" Ling He retorted him with a simple reason, "The most important thing about this matter is whether we can find witnesses and evidence, so that Captain Xue can finally Find out and believe the truth of the murder."

Peeling the cocoon, following the vines, uncovering the broken mat that can no longer be covered up inch by inch, revealing the old dirt accumulated underneath, peeling off the truth bit by bit... Yan Xiaodao knows very well that this is what Ling He is doing, Shaking some of his original cognition from the foundation, this is indeed more touching than instilling the so-called truth into him and forcing him to accept it, and it also makes him more uncomfortable. Every day is like sitting on pins and needles, waiting Watching the moment when it was finally swallowed by the flood waves.

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Mao Xiangu held her nose and hummed a ditty in the toilet cubicle, enjoying herself while suffering.

Captain Xue's snoring played several movements. The melody and rhythm of the nasal voice were fast and slow, high and low. It seemed that he was really tired, and occasionally cursed in his sleep.

It was late at night and people were restless, each with complicated thoughts, Ling He and Yan Xiaodao were tossing and turning, sleeping very unsteadily, each sleeping on a narrow bed, looking at each other's silent back from time to time in the dark.

The mountain wind blew into the edge of the broken window, and the peeled wall of the window made a rattling sound, which disturbed people's sleepiness.There was a whimpering sound in the wilderness, like the sound of wind blowing into the eardrums. It's about to break.

Pulling to the high-pitched place, there is only a "pop", the string breaks and the crying sound suddenly sounds. It is hard to distinguish between men and women, but the voice is hoarse, as if floating in the distant sky, but it is close to the corner of the ear!

Who is crying and howling in the middle of the night?

The thin board-like door opened with a "squeak", and a slender black figure crept in, moving swiftly but looking around furtively, but neither Ling He nor Xiaodao fell asleep.

Yan Xiaodao waited for the black shadow to approach him, and "jumped" from the bed to sit up and grab him: What kind of god are you pretending to be in front of Master Dao? !

"Oh, I'm scared to death!" The girl exclaimed in a serious manner, and hugged President Yan's arm tightly with her palms turned, as if she was at ease in this way.

The guy who slipped in was Assistant Mao who was sleeping in the next room, with a black-browed and white face showing upside down from under the small bedside lamp.No matter how awesome a female man is, he is also afraid of the dark and ghosts. Mao Xiangu was wearing a big flowered quilt with a timid pattern, she looked like a shaman and witch who danced like a dance god, and she couldn't help but jump onto Linghe's bed and sit together, huddling with her mouth. Xing said: "Mr. Ling, Mr. Yan, this room must be haunted! What's the sound, it's so scary!"

Ling He asked: "What did you see?"

Fairy Mao pointed with her jade hand: "A black shadow in the corridor passed 'shua', and jumped faster than me!"

The corner of Ling He's mouth twitched, showing a disdainful expression.There are no gods and ghosts in this world, but there are people pretending to be gods and ghosts, and it is impossible for anyone to jump faster and more dexterously than Zhixiu who is good at flying over eaves and walls, just to scare the girls.

The strange cry sounded again.

Light green eyes flashed in the darkness, Ling He winked at several people.He quietly put on his shoes in slow motion, suddenly stood up from the bed, and jumped towards the door step by step from the air!

Ling He was not afraid at all, and he didn't believe in ghosts. He ran very fast with his long legs, and broke into Mao Zhixiu's room to check.Yan Xiaodao followed closely behind, watching a black figure emerge from the other direction of the corridor of the broken building, and leaped down the stairs in a flash!

There's no such thing as a kid with a green face and fangs. He's clearly a thief who slipped through the door and picked the lock in the middle of the night!Yan Xiaodao stepped on the creaking and dilapidated stairs together with the black shadow when he rushed to catch him, and the stairs bearing the weight of two big men suddenly made a loud noise of panic and confusion that almost collapsed.However, this staircase made three 90-degree turns from top to bottom. The terrain was so weird that Yan Xiaodao couldn't stop the car. Half of his body was thrown out by centrifugal force, and he was caught off guard by the railing at the corner of the stairs.

In the final analysis, he was still suffering from an ankle injury. When Yan Xiaodao fell out, he fell into extreme annoyance and depression for a moment. Why is it so embarrassing and useless to catch a thief?His skill is not as good as that of a girl named Zhixiu...

He slid down the steps with bare feet, lost his balance and fell from the first bend of the stairs, then the second turn, and finally fell to the bottom and rolled down. Fortunately, he used his shoulders on the last step to avoid hurting his face , did not knock away a cute little mole on the high bridge of the nose.

However, the black figure jumped out of the window on the first floor and ran away without catching up.

Yan Xiaodao turned his head and glared, staring at the annoying staircase that plotted against him...

Mao Xiangu and Captain Xue, who were wrapped in quilts, exclaimed in a low voice from behind: "Mr. Yan, your fall was not light, it almost collapsed the stairs!"

At this moment, the sister-in-law who was in charge of the shop came out of the room on the first floor with her eyes wide open, but said calmly, "What's the matter? What are you doing?"

Xue Qian asked: "Miss Boss, don't you know that your hotel is haunted?"

The sister-in-law looked disdainful, and clearly wanted to say that you city people have never seen the world make a big fuss: "I'm used to making trouble every month, let her go!"

Xue Qian: "What's going on?"

The sister-in-law was a little embarrassed. At first she wanted to keep her mouth shut to hide the truth from the guests, but now she bit the bullet and told the truth: "This hotel has had people die before, and you have all heard of it, right? Two people were burned to death, isn't it just haunted?" Well, those two dead ghosts are going around upstairs all day long singing ditties to scare my guests! If I had known it was haunted, I would not have bought this cheap piece of land, and I was also tricked..."

The corridor lights suddenly turned on, and Ling He slowly walked out from the brightly lit upstairs, with shrewd eyes, and a strange-shaped thing in his hand.

Ling He narrowed his eyes and asked Xue Qian: "Captain Xue, today seems to be a special day? What month and date did the fire happen 15 years ago?"

Xue Qian was familiar with the information, and he reported it without stuttering: "No. 15 in September, not this month, but today is indeed No. 15."

Ling He quickly asked: "What's the name of the dead shopkeeper and his wife?"

Xue Qian quickly replied: "The surnames are Li, the male is Li Lianfu, and the female is Li Shuping."

Ling He nodded: "That's right!"

Ling He glanced over the mottled walls and old wooden handrails.He carefully traced some black marks on the stair railing with his fingers, and Captain Xue and Yan Xiaodao sniffed them under their noses respectively, and they were indeed the choking smell of kerosene and fireworks.There was still black ash that was accidentally rubbed on the wall, showing half dark and half light traces of rubbing past, indicating the escape direction of the thief.

Mr. Ling, who is allergic to tar, is very disgusted and sensitive to all kinds of fireworks smells. As soon as he rushed out of the room just now, he smelled the familiar smell like someone's pot was burnt.

Xue Qian nodded with a smile, and said quietly: "You also think there is something wrong with that guy across the street whose face was blackened by smoke?"

Ling He shook his head cheerfully: "Captain Xue, why don't you block me at both ends, and close the door to catch the turtle?"

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On top of the broken tiles, there are only three corners and foundations left in that dilapidated house. At this time, the walls and walls of the house are already devastated.

In my thirties, I am still a widow. Where else can I go besides guarding this dilapidated building full of memories?The man sat down on the bed board, his buttocks were next to a pile of tattered wadding that could roughly be seen in the shape of a quilt, his chest kept heaving, and he still had the heavy breathing that he couldn't rest for a long time after running and jumping out of the window.

The man looked dull and demented on the surface, but two clear lines of sight appeared from the depths of his black eyes, savoring the feeling of loneliness in the dark.

The wheezing caused by his hasty running had just subsided, and another even more uncontrollable wheeze hit his chest. He was single all year round and had no women, except for those few pornographic magazines and the inflatable dolls he bought online to relieve his depression. It can only rely on brain supplementation.Wang Chongliang reminisces in his mind many years ago, women with youthful flushed faces, warm and plump bodies, embracing wantonly and indulgently, rolling on the floor to enjoy the secret fish-and-water pleasure... He put a rough hand Stretching into his crotch to fondle, the picture of memories is already blurred, and the warmth that has been lost and never returned makes people feel even more sad.

The pile of rubble outside seemed to make a soft noise, and the doors and windows moved slightly.

Wang Chongliang was still immersed in self-molest and indulgence like drinking poison to quench his thirst, lying on the pile of cotton wool and panting roughly, unaware that people had surrounded his dilapidated house from all directions, watching and witnessing his obscene behavior.

A tall figure with shoulders and long hair appeared by the window, imitating a shrill female voice: "Wang Chongliang, Li Shuping's ghost is here to look for you~~~"

Another tall figure blocked the passage at the door and sneered: "Wang Chongliang, what are you doing? Who are you thinking about?"

Wang Chongliang was so frightened that he almost fell off the bed wrapped in a torn quilt cover. The shadow in his brain suddenly overlapped with the ghost in reality, which really made him think he had seen a ghost.He bore the black smoke that hadn't been washed off his face, and the lust all over his body evaporated with the cold sweat on his neck.

He subconsciously picked up something to protect himself and resist, the long-haired Ling He broke in through the window with his long legs, and was already close in front of his eyes.Ling He fended off the oncoming bench, picked up an enamel mug of overnight herbal tea on the table, and splashed it on the man's face!

Wang Chongliang suddenly woke up from the chaotic state of estrus, sat back on the bed, and stared in astonishment at Mr. Ling and Captain Xue who pinched him in the middle...

Xue Qian frowned, convinced Ling He's unreasonable way of doing things, and handed Wang Chongliang a towel: "Wipe your face clean first!"

The ceiling chandelier was turned on, and under the flickering light, the man dipped his face in tea soup and reluctantly wiped away the black smoke, revealing his true face, he turned out to be a handsome man.

This man had a beard around his lips, and he was quite masculine. He had a pretty good half-naked figure and a muscular chest. He must have been a pretty handsome man when he was young.However, Wang Chongliang's eyes are dazed and flickering. Long-term living in isolation has created a desolate and eccentric personality. He habitually avoids the sight of his surroundings, is afraid of seeing people, and his back trembles slightly.

The piles of waste and rubbish in the house made it impossible for Xue Qian and Ling He to get down. The pornographic posters on the wall and the plastic inflatable nude models on the bed showed the desolate life of older single men.

Xue Qian and Ling He looked up and down the unexpectedly handsome villager Wang Chongliang.

Xue Qian pulled a chair and sat down, and said earnestly: "Wang Chongliang, we are here to talk to you about the past, if there are any difficulties or if we can help you, just tell us the truth!"

Ling He was too lazy to go around in circles, and cut straight to the question in his mind: "Mr. Wang, a nail-biting household, can you tell us that the compensation for demolition in the village is so rich that all the men, women, old and children in the village have moved away, why are you alone? One family has resisted so far and has not moved? Does this dilapidated house have any special meaning to you? Or, in fact, this street, this village, has special feelings for you, right?"

Wang Chongliang trembled slightly, and searched for cheap cigarettes in the quilt cover with his fingers, and was quickly stuffed with a high-end cigarette by Captain Xue.

Ling He ignored the burning nicotine smoke: "Mr. Wang, who are you trying to scare by pretending to be haunted in the hotel across the street in the middle of the night? Are you trying to scare away the proprietress who runs the shop, or to summon someone's soul?

"Wang Chongliang, who are you, Li Shuping? Why do you put up this spirit plaque to commemorate her on the No. 15th day of Li Shuping's death every month, and at the scene where she was burned to death? You come to the hotel every month to toss and haunt ?!"

Wang Chongliang flicked the cigarette butt between his fingers, shaking off the illusory fly ash all over the ground, hearing the name "Li Shuping" involuntarily his eyes lit up.

Ling He's interrogation method has always been aggressive, with rough and sharp lips behind his handsome face, and he kept his killer's trump card at the critical moment.At this moment, he took out the strange-shaped long wooden object he found from the corner of the hotel, and poked it hard on the square table of the shabby house!

The thing stood under the lamp and glowed faintly. It was indeed a bit scary to look at in the dark. It turned out to be just a small handmade wooden sign with two lines of crappy red lacquer characters on it. There was no calligraphy charm at all. It was written by a farmer with limited education, but it is also sincere and expresses his thoughts.

【Beloved Wife Li Shuping, Ai Er Memorial Tablet】.

Xue Qian frowned in confusion: "Who are you? Are you Li Shuping's husband? Didn't her husband Li Lianfu burn to death at the same time?"

Wang Chongliang shuddered, and suddenly lost his voice hoarsely: "I'm not Li Lianfu! I'm not her heartless husband!"

Ling He asked: "Then who are you?"

Wang Chongliang suddenly lost his energy and smiled: "I am the man she is dating, I am her man, she is my wife..."

Several people present suddenly realized that they all understood.This Wang Chongliang, who has lived in the village for 17 years, is really a "old man next door".

This person probably knew the truth about the death of Li Shuping and his wife, but he kept it secret!