Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

Back in the house, Lin Xiuyuan pushed the window open.

The wind and rain drifted in, he kept watching Shang Wu who was standing in the corridor and heaved a sigh of relief, put away the paper and pen and went in before closing the window tightly again.

It rained hard and hard.

Lin Xiuyuan sat down at the table, and said to the system: "I have collected articles and periodicals published by Shang Wu before, but he has never written that type of story, and he never even interacts with readers. Many letters from readers are also written by editors." reply."

The system was noncommittal about this, but was very interested in the answer to that short story. After retelling the story, it asked, "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, do you know the answer?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "This turtle soup-like inference story is not a numerical formula. In fact, there is no unique answer. It is just how the person who sees the question sets it up. Different people have different emphases and imaginations when reading stories, and they can give rational answers. There will be many, for example, in the story, the man committed suicide quickly after saying that sentence, and the killer had no chance to do it himself. After all, the original story only said that the killer didn't kill him, but it didn't say that the man was still alive."

The system immediately sent a clapping emoji: "According to the probability, the possibility of a vicious villain becoming a good person is very low. I think what you just said is the answer."

Lin Xiuyuan was silent, and said: "If this is a short story I read in the newspapers, I might think so too, but solving this kind of story reasoning question without evidence actually has nothing to do with people's environment and mood." It has a lot to do with it, just like now, I think differently from you, and I think the real answer is a very clichéd one."

System: "Which kind?"

Lin Xiuyuan said: "Killers are always feared and avoided by people, and the people who usually kill them should also be very afraid of him or express malice. If you are in such a bad environment for a long time, the evil thoughts you already have will be infinitely magnified. A person who treats him as an ordinary person is too rare, and if his mood changes, he will not be killed."

System: "...It's really cliche."

Lin Xiuyuan smiled and said: "It's clichéd, but it's reasonable for Shang Wu's state. He doesn't smell of alcohol at all, and he didn't come back from the bar at all. Where did Shang Wu go last night? What happened to make him so impatient Write a completely different interactive story than before? Why write this story?"

The system is silent, continue to listen to him.

"I have carefully studied some of his articles after his style has changed drastically in recent years. One or two of the events in the story are slightly related to the accidents in the Bodhisattva Temple Hutong. Sun. And Shang Wu wrote articles related to drowning a few weeks in advance. At that time, I thought it was a big coincidence, so I didn’t go into it. Later, when Chen Gang disappeared and Xu Hongxia and Chen Gang’s mistress died strangely again, Shang Wu’s permanent newspapers and magazines continued several times. There are no articles from him.”

The system said: "Some writers have no inspiration, and it is normal to stop writing for a few issues or even months or years during the bottleneck period."

Lin Xiuyuan: "It's normal, but my focus is not here, but his article about drowning. There was too little information before, and my thinking was solidified. After I saw that article, I only used it to benchmark against my grandson Therefore, the probability of coincidence is too high, but now, is it possible to think of it this way—since Shang Wu’s article related to drowning was published, there have always been water-related accidents and murders in Bodhisattva Temple Alley ?”

system:"!"

Lin Xiuyuan continued: "If this is the case, the possibility that he knows the existence of that little ghost is too high, because the recent drowning incidents are all related to that little girl. Under this premise, the killer he wrote refers to the little ghost After all, Jiang Yuming and I didn't know her before she appeared, let alone any grievances. Also, Shang Wu's expression of relief after writing that short story is too much like a narrow escape .”

The system said: "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, I feel a little redundant now."

"No, system, although you usually like to trick me, you are really useful. You are a very good portable video recorder when ghosts appear."

"……Thank you."

The keyboard was crackling, and Jiang Yuming was turning on the computer, replying to the private message received after last night's post.

It was about the same as expected. After all, such a large sum of money received a lot of people claiming it through private messages, and even a few people with other purposes were asking for his personal information.

The latter, Jiang Yuming, all turned black with a straight face.

Lin Xiuyuan leaned over and read with him the private message with a group photo inside.

In fact, some of the photos seemed to match the description in Lin Xiu's original post. Fortunately, they all remembered the appearance of that little girl. After looking through a bunch of photos, they couldn't find anyone who really looked the same or similar.

There were too many private messages to read, so Lin Xiuyuan stood up and said, "I'll go out for a while."

At this time, he was eager to know where Shang Wu went last night, and there were some peddlers at the entrance of the alley who were early and late, and they could try to find out from which direction Shang Wu came back during the time between shopping.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuming looked at him immediately.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't hide it either, and told his thoughts and goals.

Jiang Yuming stared at him and didn't return to his senses for a while.

"what happened?"

Jiang Yuming turned off the computer at once: "I'll go with you, I know them well, so it's better to ask."

While holding the umbrella, he hugged him suddenly behind the door, and didn't speak for a while, and when Lin Xiuyuan wanted to ask, he kissed him heavily on the lips and let go, madly restraining the little emotion of infatuation in his eyes, bringing Follow him out.

The two walked out with an umbrella.

Sun Xiaopang's room was next to the courtyard door, and the doors and windows were wide open, and it was hard to go out to do business when it rained, so he turned on the radio and met inside.

The radio is playing storytelling, talking about the Three Kingdoms.

When he saw Lin Xiuyuan, he raised his hand and smiled as a greeting.

Lin Xiuyuan also waved to him, and glanced at the direction of the altar from the corner of his eye.

The stack of tapes was still under it.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Lin Xiuyuan saw the mass of black stains on the side of the road.

It was the black ash left by burning something, part of it was washed away by the rain, and a small part of the black ash remained mixed with the yellow mud on the roadside and stuck on the ground.

The rain was heavy, and the people who set up stalls outside went back, and they entered the restaurant next to it that had been open for nearly ten years.

After ordering porridge and steamed stuffed buns, Lin Xiuyuan just ate two bites when Jiang Yuming chatted with the boss.

He lived here for a while, and he often bought breakfast here when he was in elementary school. He knew the boss's family very well, and he didn't mention Shang Wu's name. He only asked if someone burned paper by the roadside yesterday.

"Ah? I don't know. We closed down before nine o'clock yesterday, but it was so late, and the murderer hadn't been caught yet, so no one dared to come out and burn paper?"

Jiang Yuming pointed to a mass of black on the side of the road outside.

The boss poked his head at the door for a look, his eyes gradually showed confusion, so he had to say that someone might have burned the paper in the morning. When he opened the door early in the morning, there seemed to be a homeless man sleeping there, and he didn’t notice it when he blocked it. Ask him why he asked this.

Jiang Yuming's expression was light: "It's nothing, just curiosity."

Lin Xiuyuan's expression changed as soon as he heard the homeless man. He suppressed his emotions, opened his mouth, and described Shang Wu's figure, hairstyle, and clothes to the boss as tactfully as possible, and asked if it was him.

"That's right! Eh? It can't be someone you know, right? I'm not scolding him. He was sleeping there at the time, and he was sloppy. Anyone would treat him as a homeless man. I was waiting for the city management to come and chase him away. Well, I went to see it later and it disappeared... I guess I drank too much again!"

Lin Xiuyuan couldn't listen to many of the following words.

Why would a person who is not drunk lie on the side of the road for no reason, or a place where paper is burned?

Did Shang Wu lie here all night?

Anyway, he finally understood one thing.

Shang Wu's intention in writing the killer story.

yard.

Sun Xiaopang knocked on Shang Wu's door with flour-stained hands.

dong dong dong.

A few seconds later, a man's tired and irritable voice came from inside: "Who is it?!"

"It's me, Fatty, that...I steamed some more pork buns today, and my mother is not at home, let everyone try."

"Thanks! Don't eat!"

dong dong dong.

"Say no to eat!"

Sun Xiaopang smiled embarrassedly: "Then I'll keep it for you first, and come to my room to get it when you wake up, it's delicious."

The people inside ignored him.

Sun Xiaopang lifted his feet to go to the main house, walked a few steps, before he knocked on the door, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the compound, there were many people, walking fast.

The door was open, and when he turned back, a group of policemen had entered.

"you……"

The captain of the criminal police who took the lead stopped. He was in charge of the previous two murders, and he often came to the yard to visit and investigate. He showed his ID as usual and said, "You are Sun Xiaopang, I remember correctly, right?"

Sun Xiaopang was holding a pot of fragrant steamed buns in his hand, and nodded, a little confused.

"Where is your mother?"

"She, at my grandmother's house, my mother's mental state was not very good some time ago, and she has been cultivating there..."

"Then please tell us the address."

"what?"

"We need to find her."

"Why are you looking for my mother? You can just ask me if you have anything, she can't stand stimulation."

The criminal police captain's face sank: "Where is she?"

Sun Xiaopang became silent. He scanned the group of people, and after a few seconds, he suddenly threw the bun and ran out, but he was firmly detained within a few steps.

Alley mouth.

Lin Xiuyuan noticed something was wrong when he saw the police car approaching, he put the remaining buns into the bag: "We have to go back."

Jiang Yuming lifted the bag in his hand to get the umbrella.

The boss said walk slowly.

Lin Xiuyuan got under Jiang Yuming's umbrella and walked into the rain.

As a result, before reaching the yard, he heard a few shrill roars, it was Sun Xiaopang.

"My mother can't kill someone!"

"It's impossible to be suspected!"

"You are not allowed to catch her—"

……

In less than 10 minutes, Sun Xiaopang was taken away, leaving two policemen guarding the yard.

Shang Wu heard the movement and ran out early, looking a little dazed, without changing his dirty clothes, looking at the buns on the ground and then at the door, just in time to meet Lin Xiuyuan's gaze.

His face was displeased, he quickly turned around and closed the door and went in again, everything became irrelevant to him again.

Jiang Yide also came out after hearing the movement, and stood there stupidly, not understanding what was going on.

The police went over to explain, but he still couldn't understand, and said, "Little fat mother? How is it possible..."

Not much to say about convenience.

This afternoon, from time to time, neighbors from outside the yard came over to look around, and a group of people held umbrellas and talked about it.

It is said that Chen Gang's body was found, and the death was more tragic than his wife and mistress. It seemed to be dismembered, a pile of white bones were chopped up, and all were sprinkled in the waste water well behind the textile factory. As for the meat Where, no one knows.

Most importantly, the police found evidence that Sun Xiaopang's mother took packages to the abandoned well behind the textile factory several nights after Chen Gang disappeared...

This is a big deal.

Later, it was rumored that Sun Xiaopang’s mother was selling buns made of human flesh. A group of neighbors who bought Sun Xiaopang’s meat buns were so frightened that they vomited and ran over several times. The house and the tricycle cursed loudly, and several people retched at the door after cursing, as if they had really eaten human flesh buns.

Jiang Yide couldn't help but went over and said: "It's not confirmed yet, don't spread those rumors, if it's not, how will Xiaopang do business in the future..."

"It's not that he's also his mother. The corpse looks like that. Our suspicion is well-founded."

"That's right!"

In the end, the police heard those words and went to explain, saying that the buns had been inspected and there was no problem, so they didn't have to think about it.

After hearing this, some of them felt relieved and left, while others were still not happy, feeling that they had eaten human flesh buns, and wanted to ask Sun Xiaopang for an explanation.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain subsided, and Sun Xiaopang, who everyone had been waiting for, finally came back.

In just a few hours, he changed into a different person, and walked back to the house step by step. At first, he was surrounded by a group of people when he entered the alley, but he seemed to have lost his hearing. , walked forward step by step, closed the door heavily after entering the house, and never came out again.

Jiang Yide still didn't understand what was going on, everyone's opinions were different, except for the fact that Sun Xiaopang's mother was suspected of murder, he didn't really understand anything, but he was also tired, this kind of excitement was more lively than usual Tranquility was too frightening, and it took him a lot of talking to slowly invite out that group of non-stop chatterers.

After the surroundings became quiet again, he still couldn't help knocking on Sun Xiaopang's door: "Little Fatty?"

No response.

"Little Fatty, I'm Grandpa Jiang, are you okay?"

Still no response.

At first, the policeman who stayed here was also afraid that something might happen, and was about to knock on the door, when suddenly there was a burst of collapse and choked sobs that could no longer be suppressed.

"..."

Jiang Yide's raised hand froze, and he turned his back after a long time.

Jiang Yuming came to help him back to the main house.

Lin Xiuyuan also came, let him not think too much, and wait for news from the police.

Jiang Yide took a sip of tea and chatted with them about it.

Lin Xiuyuan succinctly stated the news he had received. There was already a lot of definite evidence pointing to Sun Xiaopang's mother about Chen Gang's death. As for the other two murder cases, they are still under investigation. Can't draw conclusions.

Jiang Yide's complexion was very bad, and he sighed with a bitter face.

He usually has a good relationship with Sun Xiaopang, and he also took good care of the mother and son. He thought that their life was getting better and better after all their hardships, but he didn't expect it to become like this now.

He said: "Xiao Pang is a good boy, he is very filial, and it is true to do small business. If his mother really kills someone, he..."

He couldn't go on.

Until dark, Sun Xiaopang never left the house.

Through the news from the system, Lin Xiuyuan has confirmed that his grandma has been arrested.

The pointing evidence is overwhelming.

On the night Chen Gang disappeared, someone saw grandma leaving the alley alone in the early morning.Few people go to the abandoned well where Chen Gang’s broken bones are stored. The abandoned well is located in the wasteland behind the textile factory. In the middle of the third night when Chen Gang disappeared, a thief who was about to steal materials saw his grandma carrying Things went to the badlands behind.

It's just that the abandoned well has been abandoned for many years, and the well cover has been covered with a layer of soil. In addition, many people thought that Chen Gang had run away with his mistress at first, so he didn't find him there immediately.

There are still many details and evidence that have not been revealed.

In short, Sun Xiaopang's mother cannot escape the relationship between Chen Gang's death.

There is even a motive.

A mother who once had mental problems because her husband abandoned his wife and children, seeing Chen Gang who did the same thing as her ex-husband, might lose control of her mind and kill someone.

It's just that the handling of the corpse is too unbelievable.

But Lin Xiuyuan knew that Chen Gang's corpse with only bones left was the work of that brat.

She had spit out two bones in the alley, one had been found by the river, and the other was obviously not Xu Hongxia.

When he was shackled by the ghost's spirit, Xu Hongxia was still alive.

But if Chen Gang was killed by a ghost, why would someone go out of their way to dispose of the corpse?

If the murderer is grandma, and she used some method to control the little girl to kill, is it necessary to throw the body herself?

The more Lin Xiuyuan thought about it, the more frightened he became. Looking at Sun Xiaopang's room, an idea gradually emerged in his heart.

It was getting dark, and the two policemen outside were about to leave. He took Jiang Yuming over with tea, and chatted a few more words while the other party was drinking.

He seemed to inadvertently ask about the whereabouts of Sun Xiaopang's biological father, Bai Li, and said that he was the biological father anyway, and that there was no reason to ask about such a big event.

"How do you know his biological father Bai Li?"

"I told Brother Xiaoyuan." Jiang Yuming said.

"Oh." They checked the relationships in this yard, and they knew that Sun Xiaopang had lived here since he was a child, and the small landlord, Jiang Yuming, naturally knew his family background.It's useless to say that the father came, he was already crazy, and in the mental hospital, his second wife also left with her son.

Lin Xiuyuan was taken aback.

Jiang Yuming asked for him: "Why are you crazy?"

The other party thought he was concerned about Fa Xiao, took a sip of tea and said, "I don't know, I went crazy a year ago."

The cold wind whizzed after the rain.

The two put down their glasses and were about to say thank you and leave when the handsome young man thought about it and asked, "Then not only the son, but also the daughter was taken away?"

"Daughter? Didn't see it, did you remember wrongly?"

"No, he remembered correctly, you were not there at the time, they had a daughter, but according to the neighbors, she got lost a year ago..."

"..."

"Okay, let's go first, and contact us in time if there is any situation."

"……OK."

Both inside and outside the yard returned to deserted.

Lin Xiuyuan knew that they didn't leave, the case was not closed, and Sun Xiaopang, who had been with his grandmother day and night, should also be suspected. During this time, they might all be monitoring Sun Xiaopang's movements around here.

After returning to the east room, Jiang Yuming closed the door and said, "It's Bai Li's daughter."

That's why he was so sensitive to the people in the alley who listened to Bai Li's nursery rhyme tapes.

Lin Xiuyuan nodded: "I don't think I got lost."

Jiang Yuming hummed, turned on the computer in the past, and there were too many private messages. He glanced at it, but there was still no real family member of the little girl, but there was a questioning reply that caught his attention.

The reply was: I don’t know if you are lying, but a relative in my hometown did have a daughter who was very similar to what you said, but she was lost a year ago, most likely she was abducted by human traffickers, right?It feels like you are deliberately playing tricks on everyone. Anyway, I think so. Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Lin Xiuyuan: "Contact him."

Jiang Yuming had already sent a private message when he spoke, asking him what his relative's name was.

Haven't responded, may not be online.

Lin Xiuyuan's thoughts drifted away. After a long time, he leaned back and murmured: "Now all I need is to know the name."

Jiang Yuming looked down at him, and didn't ask him why he wanted to know a name so urgently. After thinking about it, he instinctively wanted to charge forward for him: "I'll go to her parents tomorrow, I heard him say that Sun Xiaopang's hometown is Even if you're crazy, it's impossible to forget your daughter's name... I'll be back before you get off work!"

Lin Xiuyuan was slightly startled.

"I'll definitely be back before you get off work."

"do not."

Jiang Yuming pursed his thin lips, and said in a muffled voice, "I can do it, don't believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you," Lin Xiuyuan rushed forward and pressed his chin tightly, "I have to know her name before tomorrow, and it's too late to go to Bai Li's hometown." I also don't want people to leave his place suddenly Outside the range, the task becomes more difficult, and he begins to be afraid of accidents.

However, as soon as those words came out, the system was dumbfounded: "Why? Tomorrow is not your death date in the original outline."

Lin Xiuyuan: "Li Gui's intuition, if you don't find out her name tonight, there is a high probability that something uncontrollable will happen."

But he didn't say this to Jiang Yuming.

The other party, however, sensed his uneasiness, and hugged him tightly without asking any further questions. Half an hour later, seeing that the person in his arms was drowsy, she gently carried him to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and watched quietly. After a while, he returned to his room.

Jiang Yuming searched back and forth in the cabinet full of old things, trying to find the notebook he used in childhood.

He vaguely remembered that he wrote down the numbers of some neighbors who installed telephones in his home back then, but after so many years, he was a little unsure if the notebook had been thrown away.

Bai Li was a singer at that time. He didn't make much money but wanted to follow the fashion everywhere. At that time, he didn't care about his children going to school, so he used all the savings in the family to buy a mobile phone just to show off. He seemed to have remembered the number.

In order to facilitate contact these days, it is basically not arbitrarily changing the number.

For the first time, he used his hope on a scumbag.

The night was dark.

East House.

Lin Xiuyuan slowly sat up from the bed, rested for a while, and his mind became clearer.

He looked at the light in the main room, got out of bed gently, and walked to the wardrobe.

Then he stood on tiptoe, groped inside with his hands, and slowly, hooked out the tape.

After a few minutes.

When Jiang Yuming rushed in with a yellowed notebook, he saw the young man pushing the tape into the tape slot of the tape recorder at a glance.

As soon as the melody came out, the recorder was snapped off.

Jiang Yuming looked at him panting, with gloomy eyes.

Lin Xiuyuan concealed his guilt and said, "Don't worry, I know how to meet her safely now."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"She's afraid of you."

"Why didn't you call me?" He seemed to know only this sentence.

"..."

Seeing his ups and downs, Lin Xiuyuan was silent for a few seconds, then raised his hand to him: "Come here."

Even though he was angry and panicked, he still instinctively moved closer.

A few seconds later, the white and slender hand ran up the short hair of the depressed teenager, and after his mood gradually calmed down, he rubbed his earlobe down.

Lin Xiuyuan stared at the pair of reddish ears, turned his face away with shame, and muttered coquettishly: "I decided to ask her in person, help me, okay husband?"

The author has something to say: two more in one!

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher:--wait for the aurora--2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 3 1; I am very grateful for this beauty, and the boss is too [-];

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：33687203、中也大可爱、然后呢，继续、小白兔是黑的20瓶；奶茶小苏11瓶；披明月兮10瓶；虾饺饺5瓶；栗深2瓶；小杨睡着了、24130546、203933331瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!