sincerity of lies

"I see."

The call was temporarily cut off.

Huo Ranyin hung up the phone and sat back down.

Zhao Wu made an early phone call. He just woke up and brushed his teeth. His clothes were still wrapped in a hotel bathrobe. The bathrobe had no buttons and only a belt around his waist. When the owner wearing it no longer When the back is straight, it becomes loose and roomy.

But at this time, neither of the two people in the room noticed it.

"He's a crew member on an ocean-going ship, not an employee of Huo's shipyard. This old man, damn it, is a sneaky change of concept."

The last drowsiness in Ji Xun's mind was also disturbed by Zhao Wu's phone call. He cursed in a low voice, turned up from the bed, and quickly sorted out a series of logical chains:

"Hu Kun has something to do with your grandfather; there is a statue of Mazu in Hu Kun's cabinet with a face similar to yours; Hu Kun told us a story... It is not the story of the corpse hidden in the belly of the Buddha statue, nor is it the story of everyone relayed by Lan Lan The story of the sacrifice. It's the story of the blue tears."

Of course Huo Ranyin remembered this story.

This story and the story of the corpse hidden in the belly are just the front and back. The old nonsense told the story of the corpse hidden in the belly on the front foot, let them go up the mountain, and then told the story of his first love vaguely on the mountain - the box at his work place In it, I saw a young girl, like a pearl, like a gem, like a girl with a tear in her heart.

"He described the location of this story as if it were in an ordinary warehouse. But combined with his behavior of hiding a seaside container and placing a whole piece of kyanite-studded wooden boat on the sea... this location can be in a cabin warehouse. He In the warehouse on a ship, I saw this girl."

"My mother?" Huo Ranyin whispered.

This layer is not difficult to reason about.

Before this clue appeared, Ji Xun and Huo Ranyin had already thought about this possibility, but there was no more definite evidence, and the discussion was just a fantasy. Now that there is evidence, a new problem has emerged.

The time is not right.

"In 1976, an accident occurred on the Dingbo. It happened 40 years ago. How old was your mother 40 years ago?" Ji asked.

"My mother was 8 years old."

8 years old, unless it is a pedophile, it is impossible for a normal man to have feelings for a little girl.

In addition, when they got along with Lao Hu, they did not find that Lao Hu had such a tendency. When Lao Hu himself described this story, he used "girl" but never used "girl"...

The age doesn't match, it's not Huo Ranyin's mother.

But it shouldn't be, if it wasn't Huo Ranyin's mother, who would it be?If it wasn't Huo Ranyin's mother, why did Lao Hu treat Huo Ranyin differently, telling stories and giving brooches?

"Are there any other women in your family?" Ji Xun thought of another possibility, "According to Lao Hu's age, maybe it looks more commensurate with your mother's mother? How old was your grandma in 76? Or how young was your grandma?" relatives or something?"

"..." Huo Ranyin's expression was subtle for a moment.

If the child can still remember the time when the mother had a peerless beauty, it is always difficult for the child to remember that the grandma also had a youthful and beautiful time.Nothing to do with humanity, just distance.

But just as everyone gets old, everyone was once young.

"I don't have grandma in my memory." Huo Ranyin said, "There are no holidays. When I was born, my grandma passed away. It seems that my uncle's death was too sad. I remember that she was born in 37 years. In 76, he should be exactly 39 years old."

A woman who is good at maintenance and pays attention to her appearance, at the age of 39, she can certainly be called "the charm is still there".

But still the previous problem.

There is a difference in age, no matter what, women who are nearly 40 shouldn't be described as "girls", right?

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Huo Ranyin said: "My grandfather only has one son and one daughter. I'm just talking nonsense. Maybe they are relatives from my grandmother's side. I'll have to check later."

When talking about his own affairs, maybe the captain of the criminal police didn't notice it himself.

But every time, almost every time, Ji Xun can find the quiet wavering and hesitation hidden under the confident appearance of the other party.

Huo Ranyin lowered his head for a moment: "Do you still remember our deduction about this case last night?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"Old Hu is related to the deceased in the Buddha statue, so he appeared at the scene, knew everything, and told us this true story."

"En." Ji Xun nodded.

"But now it has been found out that Lao Hu is also closely related to my family." Huo Ranyin's words are clear, "In addition to direct contact, there may also be indirect contact between people. Assuming that the deceased Wen Chenghu is also related to my family, Then, the two people who were originally irrelevant will be linked together many years ago through my family..."

He sat on the chair for two or three seconds.

It was silent for two or three seconds, like a statue, letting the light outside the window illuminate his stern side face, and letting the floating dust floating in the light stretch out its tentacles and climb up his cheeks.

The light didn't burn him, but the spark of inspiration at that moment burned him.

He suddenly stood up and strode towards the door of the hotel.

The wavering and hesitation that had just surfaced on his body disappeared again, they suddenly appeared and disappeared, like bugs hiding in the dark, peeping at various opportunities, gnawing at this big tree that grew hard but finally grew strong.

Ji Xun stared at Huo Ranyin silently, seeing him take two steps forward in a hurry, and then suddenly turned back.

Looking back at myself.

"I'm going to my house." When the word 'home' came out of Huo Ranyin's mouth, it was a bit jerky. "There are still some old things of my parents inside. There may be some clues in these old things."

"Ah."

"Let's go together." Huo Ranyin said again.

"Of course." The corners of Ji Xun's lips curled up slightly, "I'm your carry-on suitcase."

He sat on the bed, waiting for Huo Ranyin to turn around; why didn't Huo Ranyin wait for him to catch up when he turned around?

Residents come and go, but the flowers and trees remain.

The Meili Lane where Huo Ranyin used to live was similar to the one Ji Xun visited last time, and probably also the same as Huo Ranyin remembered. When the two arrived at 7#501, the captain of the criminal police subconsciously touched his pocket.

Of course there was no key in the pocket.

I am afraid that no one is willing to prepare a key for the black box in his mind.

Without a key...

When Huo Ranyin turned his head, he saw that Ji Xun had picked up a wire at some point and was spinning it between his fingers.Ji Xun met Huo Ranyin's gaze: "Want to help?"

Huo Ranyin seemed to smile, and stepped aside: "You still carry this with you?"

"Make a serious treasure chest," Ji Xun, "When you need it, you have everything."

He pried open the door three times, five times and two times.

The door opened, and the stale aura rushed out. Huo Ran held his breath for an instant, and moved his palm to grab Ji Xun who was standing beside him. Ji Xun let his wrist be grabbed, and while being grabbed, he , Leaning towards Huo Ranyin.

He is close to Huo Ranyin.

Huo Ranyin's face was stiff and white, lacking vitality and healthy whiteness.The disgust for this dead whiteness like wall paint reached its peak when Ji Xun didn't feel Huo Ranyin's breath.

He bit Huo Ranyin's lip, and while the other party was stunned, he pushed away the tightly closed lips, and then took a long breath inside.

A breath of help, a breath of support.

Take a breath of breath.

A layer of peach blossom-like powder quickly appeared on Huo Ranyin's pale face.He closed his eyes, invisibly fettering the chain of breathing, loosening it from his neck.

The cut-off oxygen began to grow in Ji Xundu's breath, and gradually resumed, continuing to his mind, like a burst of soothing coolness, which relieved the tense nerves and quietly faded the memories of the past that were present in his mind.

When Huo Ranyin was able to breathe normally, Ji Xun ended this unusual kiss, and then turned his back on the guest, stepping into this all-white world first.

It is true that as long as Huo Ranyin is given a little more time, he will be able to overcome the obstacles in his heart and face his past with the most objective and professional attitude... He is such a man who is extra cruel to himself.

But it doesn't have to be.

If Huo Ranyin could do anything, why did he come here?

He thought that it was only natural that he should become Huo Ranyin's reliance.

Ji Xun walked into the room and communicated briefly with Huo Ranyin: "If Wen Chenghu is indeed related to your family, then the evidence that can be left now is either a letter or a photo. Are these two still here? "

"Keep them all." Huo Ranyin said.

"Do you remember putting it there?" Ji Xun asked again.

"In the closet...the study, or the master bedroom." Huo Ranyin said again.

Ji Xun took Huo Ranyin to the study first.

It is not too difficult to search for evidence in a room that has been tidied up and vacant for a long time.

Ji Xun opened the desk drawers and bookcase drawers in the study, and looked through them one by one, but found nothing, so he turned to the bedroom.When entering the bedroom, Ji Xun, who was holding Huo Ranyin's hand, could feel that Huo Ranyin's footsteps were slightly stagnant, as if he had stepped into half-dried cement, sloppy and discouraged.

I am afraid that in this difficult house, there are also some places that are the horror of the horror, the avoidance of the avoidance.

Ji Xun increased the strength of holding Huo Ranyin's palm.

He just acted subconsciously, but Huo Ranyin seemed to have absorbed more courage from the exerted force, and suddenly lifted his footsteps and stepped into the room.Then Huo Ranyin said: "It's okay, it's not all terrible memories here."

Not always, but there were times when his father rubbed his head with kindness and laughed heartily at his grades.

Sometimes.

There are fewer cabinets in the bedroom than in the study, and after opening a few, Ji Xun found a photo album in the drawer of the bedside table. There were two photo albums, one large and one small.They are all gray covers, and they seem to be bought as a set.

Ji Xun first opened the big photo album, inside were old photos carefully arranged and pasted on the khaki inner pages.

Huo Ranyin's father's, Huo Ranyin's mother's, and Huo Ranyin's childhood.

This was the first time Ji Xun saw Huo Ranyin's father and mother.

The hideous and vague image in my mind became concrete.It's not the same as he imagined.

Huo Ranyin's father, Xu Chengzhang, wore gold-rimmed glasses, combed his hair at three to seven points, and had pomade on his head, which looked shiny and meticulous. He was wearing a four-piece suit with a Every button is fastened, as meticulously as the docile hair.

He sat on the armrest of a western chair, holding the woman sitting in the chair with one hand, Huo Ranyin's mother, Huo Qiyu's shoulder.He looked at the camera intently and enthusiastically, and through the photos, he could feel his gushing anticipation.

Huo Qiyu was an undoubted beauty.

Petite, with a beautiful face, wearing a lace dress and hollowed-out white leather shoes, when sitting in a chair, she looks like a well-dressed doll, with a pair of deer-like round eyes, full of water, set off by the downward thin eyebrows In the middle of it, it seems that tears of sadness can flow out at any time.The lower the doll, the more lace, the more embellished with layers of melancholy.Compared with Xu Chengzhang's concentration, she seemed a little lost.

Her misty round eyes seem to be facing the camera, but they don't seem to. The dense mist can be seen as sadness, but perhaps, it can also be seen as damp and cold.

This photo is the title page photo.

Below the photo, someone wrote with a pen:

"In November 1989, he and his wife were photographed at Baiyu Photo Studio."

Huo Ranyin's birthday is May 23.

Ji Xun thought.

At this time, it should have been... He focused his attention on Huo Qiyu's belly, which was not yet showing, and then scrolled down. This album should be taken care of by Xu Chengzhang. There are many photos of him and Huo Qiyu, all carefully organized and glued together. Tie, with the passage of time, the doll who was originally sitting still seems to be able to smile a little, releasing a young life in the sunshine.

However, in contrast to these, there is Huo Ranyin who hardly appears in the album.

What was Huo Ranyin's state at that time, and how was he doing?Then there is no way of knowing.

Ji Xun flipped through it for a while, and there were more and more photos of people other than the two. Marriage and marriage, as time goes by, are like the growth of trees, and more and more branches will always spread out. They are healthy, emerald green, and full of vitality; while others are withered, growing bigger, lacking in nutrients, getting more and more hollow, and in the end, there is only a piece of dead wood left, decayed for half its life.

Ji Xun opened the small photo album again.

The small photo album is no longer a family photo album between husband and wife, but Xu Chengzhang's personal life photo album, which contains photos of him when he was a child, photos of his hometown...and a vacancy that suddenly appeared.

A photograph that had been glued here had been torn out.

The tearing was so rough that the original inner pages of the album were torn apart, and even adjacent photos were damaged.

There is also a line of words originally written under this position, which was also heavily painted and erased with a black pen.

Ji Xun looked at this place thoughtfully for a while, and then quickly flipped through the second half of the album to see if there were any similar photos that had been torn out.

And one or two more.

The text under the photos has also been smeared out in one or two places, but not as thoroughly as in the first place.

Through the randomly scratched horizontal lines, Ji Xun discerned the text hidden underneath.

"In 1981, the graduation photo of Xiazhu Middle School."

"Wen Chenghu is from Xiazhu County." Huo Ranyin closed his eyes, "I remember, my father, Xu Chengzhang, is also from Xiazhu County."

A possibility hidden under an increasingly close relationship seems to be on the horizon...

Ji Xun turned back to the vacancy that had been smeared most thoroughly, held up the page, and groped carefully on the back of the blacked-out inner page with his fingertips. He slowly read out the words he touched:

"In 1991, Heyou Chenghu was photographed at..."

Don't touch it anymore.

"Become a tiger with friends"

Wen Chenghu.

Wen Chenghu and Xu Chengzhang are good friends.

"Why did he tear up this photo?"

Yes, why did Xu Chengzhang angrily tear up the photos of himself and his friends?

"The genitals that disappeared from Wen Chenghu's corpse..."

If, as the deputy team guessed, it was cut off because of the relationship between men and women, then Wen Chenghu would be...

One of the murderers who raped Huo Qiyu?

Ji Xun and Huo Ranyin looked at the album again.

In the photo, Huo Qiyu, who was originally melancholy and indifferent, showed a joyful expression.

It seems that under Xu Chengzhang's meticulous care, in this marriage that satisfied Huo Qiyu, the flowers that had been destroyed by wind and rain were once again delicate and fragrant under the nourishment of love.

The guesses that are about to come out, turn out the answer.

If Wen Chenghu raped Huo Qiyu, then I am afraid that the biggest motive for killing Wen Chenghu is without a doubt——

Xu Chengzhang!