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Like Xu Yujiao's two-story bungalow, Tang Su's villa still maintains its original appearance.Hua Chong picked up the photo frame and stared at it for a long time, completely unable to see anything special about the mountains and forests in the postcard.

After a while, he turned the photo frame over, carefully opened the cover on the back, and took out the postcard.

To Susu

Beiman Mountain Oh, I took this picture myself, is it any good?

The shooting was not very good. After choosing the angle for a long time, I finally found a good angle, but the card camera really couldn't shoot the effect.

When are you going to Beimang Mountain?Looking forward to your beautiful photos!

It's my first time to travel, and I can't go too far for the time being. I envy you that you have seen so many scenery.

I wish you peace and success, and your wishes come true.

By a celery

Hua Chong read the contents of the postcard over and over again, and whispered to himself, "Beimang Mountain?"

In terms of natural scenery, Beimang Mountain is not ranked among the famous mountains in China, and its reputation is far less than that of the Five Sacred Mountains. However, because of its excellent geomantic omen and many emperors buried there, it has become a famous historical and cultural mountain, attracting many people who are obsessed with ancient things. tourists.

But as far as Hua Chong knows, Beimang Mountain has not been systematically developed. Visitors cannot buy tickets to enter the mountain, take a ferry or take a cableway to play. If they want to enter the mountain, they can only find a suitable location and walk in.

The composition of the postcard is not good, and the picture quality is very average. It can be seen that the sender named "a celery" is not a photography professional, but she—judging from the handwriting and tone, the sender should be a woman—stands It was high enough that this photo was taken when I climbed to the top of a certain mountain.

Hua Chong put down the postcard and opened Tang Su's bookcase.

If Tang Su, like Xu Yujiao, also has the habit of receiving and sending landscape postcards, then there should be more than this one in the family.

But after searching the bookcases, Hua Chong couldn't find any other postcards.

"Only one?" Hua Chong took a few steps back, took out the evidence bag after a while, and put the postcard in it.

"Where did you find so many postcards?" Li Xun shook the evidence bag.

"That bag is in there, don't worry about checking it for now. Let's look at this one first." Hua Chong handed over the Beimang Mountain postcard he got at Tang Su's house.

Li Xun took a look, "This is not issued by the Postal Service."

"Yes, I took a photo and printed it myself." Hua Chong pointed to the postmark, "Can you find out where it was printed? Can the fingerprint information be extracted?"

"There are a lot of shops selling custom postcards on Taobao, so it's hard to check." Li Xun frowned, and gritted his teeth when he thought that the Trace Inspection Division had basically done nothing in this case, "Give me some time, I'll Think of ways to."

Hua Chong patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Try to check, don't feel pressured, and the rest of us."

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the Scar Inspection Department and waved his hand inside, "Flower team."

When Hua Chong saw that it was Liu Zhiqin, he immediately confessed a few words to Li Xun, then turned around and said, "Here we are."

"The people who sent postcards to Xu Yujiao, I matched the numbers on Weibo, they are all women, not in Los Angeles." Liu Zhiqin said as he walked, "Some of them have interacted with Xu Yujiao recently, and some have been interacting with Xu Yujiao for 2 years. I haven't logged in to Weibo. Among these people, only 3 people also followed Tang Su, but Tang Su didn't follow them."

"The efficiency is really high." Hua Chong said, "I thought you would give me the result at least tomorrow morning."

"That's too slow." Liu Zhiqin said: "Men should be fast when they should."

Hua Chong squinted at him, "I'll see how proud you are."

"I'm not kidding, it's important." Liu Zhiqin paused, "Among the people who sent postcards to Xu Yujiao, there was a girl named Mengsuo. Her postcards were sent from Yichun in Northeast China."

Hua Chongyi recalled, "Well, Wuhua Mountain in autumn."

"I asked her about their rules for sending picture postcards."

"Have you contacted her?"

"Let's talk casually, she is currently living in Japan, and she used to have a good relationship with Xu Yujiao."

Hua Chong captured the key word, "Ever?"

"For netizens, there is no bond in real life. If there is less contact, they will naturally become estranged. But until now they are still paying attention to each other. She also asked me that 'Jiu Nian' hasn't posted on Weibo for a long time, is there something wrong? "Liu Zhiqin pushed open the door of the office of the Serious Crime Squad, let Hua Chong in, and said: "She told me that it was very popular three or four years ago for travel lovers to send postcards to each other. Buy a dozen or even dozens of postcards from local creative stores or post offices, take pictures and post them on Weibo, and let the netizens you want private message their addresses.

Hua Chong couldn't quite understand, "That is to say, they didn't know each other's real information at all before posting Weibo?"

"correct."

"It's so strange, why do you still need to send a postcard?"

Liu Zhiqin thought for a while, "Can we understand it as the romance of a young girl?"

Hua Chong thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "I don't seem to understand."

Liu Zhiqin suddenly smiled slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Hua Chong asked.

"Flower Team, I just said that we can understand the act of 'sending postcards to a friend who has never met' as the romance of a young girl. I didn't say that you should understand it yourself." Liu Zhiqin said: "You Not a young girl."

Hua Chong: "..."

Liu Zhiqin cleared his throat, "How about we continue talking about the case?"

Hua Chong patted himself on the forehead, "It is very likely that the murderer learned the victim's address in this way, and then found out the real identity information."

"That's right. But I think that although these 14 people have Xu Yujiao's address, the suspects are not among them. First, they have nothing to do with Tang Su. Second, except for Zhou Chenxing who has passed away, the other 13 people are from good families , currently have a decent job and a good life.”

Hua Chong took the chrysanthemum tea that Liu Zhiqin helped brew, and listened silently.

"In addition, the private messages Xu Yujiao sent to them can still be found on Weibo." Liu Zhiqin said and tapped the keyboard, "The suspect is very cunning, even if 'he' is confident that we will not find him, he will never take risks .Once we start to check the Internet, the first thing we notice must be the person who knows the victim's real identity and real address. Appearing in Xu Yujiao's mutual relationship list, it obviously does not match the character traits shown by 'him'."

"Then if 'he' deletes Weibo, also disposes of private messages, and unfollows Xu Yujiao in both directions, can you find out?" Hua Chong realized that this problem is really too difficult for someone to force.It's true that Liu Zhiqin is proficient in the Internet, but without a specific target, finding those deleted information is simply more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

"As long as it exists on the Internet, it will definitely leave traces." Liu Zhiqin looked relaxed, "I will definitely find out. By the way, Flower Team, did you bring back that postcard from Tang Su's house?"

"It has been handed over to the Trace Inspection Division." Hua Chong nodded, "That one is quite special, it was printed by myself, and it may provide some clues."

"Take photos and print them yourself? Where is the mailing address?"

"Zheng City, not far from Beiman Mountain. It seems that the 'a celery' who sent the letter lived there for a while, made a postcard and sent it to Tang Su. The postmark was on May 4, 5 years ago. Day. Check to see if the person with the word 'celery' in the ID is among Tang Su's friends on Weibo."

Hearing this, Liu Zhiqin's expression tightened, and he quickly looked at the computer.

"What's wrong?" Hua Chong asked.

"If this postcard was also sent in the way Mengsuo said, then Tang Su should have provided the recipient address in the form of comments or private messages on Weibo. But I remember..."

"There is no similar record on her Weibo?"

"She hasn't sent anyone a mailing address!"

The night casts different shadows in different places. Even in the same city, the nights in the bustling downtown area, the quiet rich residential area, and the decaying old housing area are all different.

Daoqiao street lamps are dilapidated, some places are bright and others are dark.The entertainment that people living here can enjoy is very monotonous. Young people play mahjong that costs tens of dollars, while elderly people watch stinky and long series on TV.

The footsteps of time rush forward, and the cool high-rise buildings, unique art centers, and living quarters with complete supporting facilities are the gifts time has given to this city.

But here, it seems to be forgotten by time.

Otherwise, why do the people living here still pass the time in the most boring way like in the last century?

In the dark and damp alley, the stench of the sewer mixed with the cries of the children made the female white-collar worker who had hurried home after a busy day extremely irritated.

Meng Xiaoqin stepped on the sewage with a tired expression, and the high heels on her feet, which had not been soiled after a busy day, were finally splashed with mud at this moment.

She couldn't escape the stinking sewage.

Her eyebrows and eyes fell in a shadow, and she couldn't see clearly.

The old saying the eyes are the windows to the soul.But at this time, there was no brilliance in her eyes.

The old houses in Dongli Lane have little sound insulation, and every household is playing old-fashioned mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas at the highest volume.

The poor couples on TV are hysterical about making a living.

People watching TV temporarily forget about unpaid utility bills, old tables and chairs gnawed by rats, pickles rotten in bowls, and shed a few ridiculous and absurd tears for the joys and sorrows fabricated by others.

Every time she heard those sour and thunderous lines, Meng Xiaoqin would get goose bumps all over her body.

She grew up listening to those lines, because her mother would just slump on the rotten leather sofa at home, watching and dozing off year after year, chatting to pass the most worthless time.

When she walked to the door of her own house, Meng Xiaoqin heard the sound of the TV at home again.She took out the key, but her hand froze.

Don't want to go in, don't want to go back to that awful home.

But in such a huge city of Los Angeles, apart from this ugly and vulgar place, there is nowhere for her to live.

After a long time, she sighed and inserted the key into the lock.