dark crossing

Cheng Hong was so engrossed in eating with Shen Ting that she didn't notice that the waiter who took their order only served their table before turning around and entering the kitchen.

After a while, the waiter wearing a mask came out from the back door with a slop bucket. She put the empty bucket at the door and got into a black Volkswagen.

Pan Xiaozhu locked the car and asked her informant, "How do you say it?"

The waiter took off the mask, revealing a charming face: "She is not Cheng Hong."

"How to say?"

"Cheng Hong was brought to Jianghu by me. She has never been out of the village since she was a child, and she couldn't even speak Mandarin very well at first. But this person can't understand our language at all."

The waiter who ordered food for Shen Ting and "Cheng Hong" was the same villager who brought Cheng Hong to Jianghu.

"Then have you seen this 'Cheng Hong' before?"

The elder sister in the same village as Cheng Hong frowned: "The face moved so much that I could hardly recognize it, but the voice was very familiar." This elder sister saved a little money when she was young, and when she was 35 years old When I returned to my hometown, I found a second marriage and married, and now I am a housewife at home.

After 20 years, many memories have been blurred.But that voice is very familiar, the name of the owner of the voice is on the lips, but he can't remember it.

Pan Xiaozhu didn't urge her either, just sat aside and waited for her to think.

After waiting for five or six minutes, the middle-aged woman suddenly slapped her thigh and pinched her apron excitedly: "Fan Fang! That's right! That's Fan Fang's voice!"

Speaking of which, this Fan Fang is older than her qualifications, but she already looks like "eating and doing things" at a young age.

This Fan Fang is very smart and very good at winning people's hearts. Not only the guests like her very much, but Cheng Hong is also devoted to her.

After her accident that year, the police went to the place where she worked to investigate her social relations.Although most of them have chaotic social relations in their line of work, and they associate with everyone from different schools of thought, but everyone agrees that Fan Fang, who is long-sleeved, good at dancing, and exquisite in appearance, will never offend anyone.

Even the little sisters who are most likely to be jealous of her many customers and good business are unlikely to kill her so severely.Therefore, the police finally closed the case after investigation. This was a case of random homicide due to sudden madness due to mental illness.

Fan Fang has a beautiful public face, but her voice is very distinctive, with a hint of hoarseness in her clear voice. She sings with both the sexiness of a smokey voice and the purity of a little girl. The range is very wide, so she often wins applause from the audience. .

Her voice is highly recognizable, so even though her face has been changed beyond recognition due to frequent plastic surgery over the years, "old colleagues" who have worked with her can still recognize her by her voice.

The woman in the same village as Cheng Hong was excited for a while, then suddenly felt creepy again, gasped and said, "But Fan Fang died 20 years ago!"

Pan Xiaozhu on the side had already thought of this.Therefore, when he heard Fan Fang's name, his expression became very solemn.

According to the case files, another victim in Cheng Hong's attack did die at the scene because of multiple knives.

But the deceased did not carry any identity certificates, and colleagues who had worked with her for many years also said that they had never heard her mention her hometown and family, and only knew her name was Fan Fang.Afterwards, no matter how the police compared and tracked them, they could not find this person in the missing person report materials, so the identity of the deceased Fan Fang became a mystery.

"Back then we all heard that Cheng Hong and Fan Fang were mentally ill, and Fan Fang was hacked to death. But after the accident, Cheng Hong never came back to work, and left without even asking for half a month's money."

Cheng Hong's fellow villager carefully recalled some details of those years: "Cheng Hong and Fan Fang walked very close in those days, and the two of them would soon wear a pair of trousers. Although I can't guarantee 100% that the person dressed as Cheng Hong must be Fan Fang, but I'm sure, the current Cheng Hong must not be the Xiaohong I know!"

Her words provided an important clue to the police.

But for the police who want to investigate the matter from the beginning, it is still as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to find out where Fan Fang, whose identity was a mystery back then, came from.

Everyone ran around non-stop for three or four days, but still had no clue.In the end, Shen Ting checked Shu Jingxi's resume again while looking through the past files, and one of his personal experiences caught his attention.

According to the data, Shu Jingxi once received a donation from a love fund called "Aier Charity Fund".In the newly added note of the case, the love fund was established by several shareholders of "Kang Ren" and caring people from all walks of life!

Shen Ting immediately asked people to investigate the love fund, and finally found that among these so-called caring people, the names of Veron and Chu Zhensheng were also impressively listed.

The same villages of Pan Xiaozhu and Cheng Hong still maintain close communication.

"Have you ever heard of Fan Fang's past?"

"whats the matter?"

"For example, where is her hometown? Is there anyone else in the family?"

"After the case happened, the police actually asked about it. Xiaohong mentioned it to me before. Fan Fang once told her that she grew up in a mental hospital. The people there probably treated her badly. Let her live in the basement, I heard that she was clever enough to find a chance to escape!"

"Then why didn't you report this to the police?!"

"Xiaohong won't let me talk about it! Besides, Fan Fang was dead at that time, so I definitely can't chew the dead man's tongue! One more thing is worse than one less thing!"

Pan Xiaozhu quickly reported the situation to Shen Ting.

After discussion, a bold reasoning gradually took shape in the meeting minutes of the action team.

In the evening, Shen Ting called Cheng Hong under the pretext of handing over the information, and the two made an appointment to meet at Cheng Hong's home the next day.

……

Although she worked a big night shift yesterday as usual, Cheng Hong got up early today.

She wore home clothes, tied her hair with a bun, and cleaned the house.

She didn't look much like herself except for her favorite ladies' cigarette dangling from her mouth. ——She is not someone who can get up early or clean at home.

But yesterday, the young man named Song Ci called her and said that the contract was ready, and he would send it to her today.

"Then let's find a restaurant to meet, this time I'll treat you." She immediately invited him to have a light meal.

Any woman will have a good impression of the handsome and well-behaved opposite sex, and Cheng Hong is no exception.But she also knows that this kind of goodwill needs to be measured, so she immediately added: "Just take it as me thanking you for helping me with such a big matter."

Perhaps it was because the former benefactors were all surnamed Chu, and Cheng Hong always had a kind of empathy for him.

People always subconsciously judge others by themselves.

She believes that this young man, like her, is forced to struggle in this dirty world because of his insignificance.

On the other end of the phone, Song Ci declined her politely, saying that he had something to do in the afternoon and was afraid that the time would be too rushed for dinner, so he made an appointment to meet at Cheng Hong's house directly after lunch.

So Cheng Hong crammed together and got up early to tidy up the house.Mopped the floor, washed the clothes, and even took out the tea set that hadn't been used for a long time in the kitchen cupboard, and washed it carefully.

After she changed into decent clothes and fixed her makeup, the doorbell rang.She habitually glanced at the wall clock on the wall, 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time.Being on time is a good habit.She straightened her hair in front of the mirror, and went to open the door with a smile on her face.

Standing outside the door was a tall young man, wearing a mask, and the brim of a dark peaked cap on his head was pushed down very low.As soon as Cheng Hong's door opened a crack, something was wrong. ——It was not Song Ci who came.

Her heart beat heavily, and she was about to close the door subconsciously.

But the man outside the door moved faster than her. Before she had time to close the door, the man's toes had already stretched in, and he pressed against the corner of the door with all his strength. The next second, he leaned in with his whole body.

With fear written all over his face, Cheng Hong firmly pressed against the door as a final resistance.She almost screamed, this man was so murderous, it reminded her of the tragedy that year.

There was a huge disparity in physical strength between men and women, she gave up after a few seconds of resistance, and turned around to flee into the bedroom.

But he was pushed hard from behind, and fell prone in the living room.Like a beast teasing its prey, the man wearing a mask grabbed her ankles and dragged her in front of him, sat down on the sofa carelessly, and ordered her: "Kneel down!" When he spoke, his face was expressionless, There was no emotional ups and downs in the dark pupils.

This is not the expression that normal people should have!This man must be mentally ill! ! !Cheng Hong understood immediately!Those people found her again!This man is here to kill her!

Holding a sharp knife, this terrifying psychopath saw that Cheng Hong hadn't moved for a long time, and asked coldly, "Do you want to die?"

Cheng Hong shuddered and knelt down, begging for mercy in a low voice: "Please don't kill me, you can do whatever you want..."

The man pressed down on the brim of his hat angrily, and kicked him unpreparedly: "Shut up!"

His movements are not heavy, and the effect of intimidation is far greater than the actual damage.

Cheng Hong was so frightened that he trembled all over, and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf in the wind.

The man sitting on the sofa shouted aggressively: "Kneel!"

Cheng Hong was so frightened that he was half dead, but he had no choice but to endure the pain, crawled over with his head down, and knelt down again.

The moody psychopath looked at her with his head propped up and a knife in his hand. It didn't look like he was looking at a living person, but a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"You are Fan Fang." He said.

Cheng Hong immediately shook her head: "My name is Cheng Hong, you must have mistaken me!"

The psychopath also shook his head, and said very firmly: "I know you, you are Fan Fang."

know me?Cheng Hong or Fan Fang seemed to have caught a chance. "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to answer whether you are Fan Fang or not."

"I am! Did you and I stay in Kangren at the same time? We know each other, maybe we are still friends?"

Fan Fang tried to calm herself down, and she made this hypothesis, although she was not sure in her heart, because the man looked very young, probably under 30 years old.However, if it is someone I really know, it must be my companion in the basement back then!

Many people of all kinds were imprisoned in that cold, damp and dark basement, both men and women, and everyone felt sorry for each other, had a good relationship with each other...

"You are Fan Fang." A weird smile appeared on the man's face, "But we are not friends..." He suddenly jumped up, raising the sharp knife in his hand, "I've seen your picture! I'm here Kill you! Hahaha!"

He rushed forward, Fan Fang immediately struggled desperately, but failed.His hands were too strong, and Fan Fang, who was not very thin, was firmly pressed on the ground with one hand, unable to move, and the sharp knife gleaming with cold light was raised high, and it was about to fall.

will die!I'm going to die here today!

Fan Fang closed her eyes in despair.

The excruciating pain that could be imagined did not appear. With a loud noise, warm liquid dripped onto her face. She opened her eyes, and Song Ci and the man in the hat who had broken in had wrestled together. The blood sprinkled on her face should be Song Ci's blood...