Himemoto's interpretation

Driving across the bridge, the body bumped a few times, and Xingqi woke up.

The passenger window was opened by a third, and Ren Huaicheng held a folding fan to send air to the head and neck. Dust, moisture, and body odor mixed together, and the most impactful was the smell of sweat that filled the nasal cavity.

Xingqi rubbed her nose, adjusted her sitting posture, and looked out the window.

On the other side of the bridge, there are several three-story, four-and-a-half-story self-built buildings that are not old. The white paint does not completely cover the gray concrete walls, and various scrawled Chinese characters and numbers are spray painted on the ground as high as a person.

After passing through four or five houses with closed doors, I saw a house with the door open. There were two low chairs with backrests under the shutter door, and three hens were leisurely pecking corn kernels on the concrete floor at the door.

Xingqi was not sure if the road to survival around the Spring Festival of that year passed the bridge just now.

But looking at the outline of the distant mountains, she was sure that she returned to Haicheng from this place.

Even if the scene at that time is blurred, returning to the old place, the subconscious mind plays a role spontaneously and intuitively.

It was the afternoon with the highest temperature of the day, and the leaves on the side of the road were wilting and curling, but the chill persevered into her heart and lungs.

She returned to the beginning of the escape route.

When she climbed ashore from the icy lake, even though she was covered in blood, simple villagers stopped her, asked her what happened, took her to the village health center, and brought her clean clothes from home to change.The doctor's mother specially got up and boiled ten eggs for her, because it takes three eggs to make up a drop of blood.

The old lady Zhang Luo boiled brown sugar water for her to nourish her blood, but she escaped into the night again out of unknown fear.

She ran around in the dark, thinking that when she escaped from all that, she would find a chance to repay the aunt, doctor and old lady who sent her to the health center.

That night was not so pure, she remembered that the sky was covered in red, the sound of firecrackers came and went, and as she passed the cottage, door gods wielding knives and guns glared at her.

She wandered back to Haicheng, found a place to stay, and reissued her ID card.

When the school started, she completely forgot about the past and the turmoil of that night, and lived a peaceful and dazed university life like thousands of her peers.After graduation, she became a mediocre ant clan—living in a small single room in a group rental house, only doing part-time labor, and living a life that doesn't matter if there is a tomorrow.

Until last year, she found a recruitment email in her mailbox, and she sent her resume to Detective's Weekly Studio.Pass five levels and kill six generals, and finally become the detective's assistant and... partner.

Some things cannot bear deep thought.

She was greedy for comfort, so she let her brain continue to block the memory.She told the detective not to think of bad things.She really didn't want to remember the past, so she didn't think of the commune and its terrifying energy in time.

During that unbearable time, she always easily mixed into the target's surroundings-the target's home designated by the "doctor" always had vacancies for cleaners, tutors, and even home care.

Every time, she was able to get the location of the safe, the access code, the structure diagram of the house, and the itinerary of the head of the household in advance.

The commune has a finely woven net, tailoring one or more plans for each goal—no matter how unattainable those people seem to ordinary people.

Even though Commune knew the target well, how could a Xiami like her escape so easily?

Even if the so-called "easiness" is the end of the cold winter night, it is the despair that eventually leads to death.

The young man who was seriously injured was very conspicuous in this small town dissociated from the modern society, and the "Doctor" had no trouble trying to catch her back.

But not only did she run away, she even returned to Haicheng in a daze to live a normal life. In the bank card she made up, there was still a small sum of money that was enough for her to live on a tight budget for two years.

The commune is a disintegrated monster, spreading the filthy crevices of human society and watching in the dark.

It was easy to find her.

Why can she just muddle along?

She's probably not an abandoned pawn. The commune placed her in an unnoticed corner, waiting for the necessary opportunity, and then using her to achieve a certain purpose.

Whether she likes it or not.

So, what is the purpose of the commune?

The car body shook slightly, walked slowly for a few meters, and stopped slowly.Ren Huaicheng opened the rear door from the outside and let Liu Zhuo get out of the car.The boy stood outside the car, his eyes wandering over the backpack.

Half a minute later, Xingqi handed the bag to Liu Zhuo and got out of the car slowly.

Ren Huaicheng took the initiative: "The old man doesn't like motor vehicles, we have to walk for a while."

Xingqi didn't ask him who the old man was.She optimistically thought that the person she was going to meet might be a client of the "Director", rather than a major figure in the commune.

The "division chiefs" in each region and the communes belong to a cooperative relationship, not superior or inferior.

To put it bluntly, the "director" who sells stolen goods has his own channels. As long as he gives money, he can ask them for anything. As for whether he can complete it, it is another matter.

But she felt that Liu Zhuo was very nervous, which was different from what she saw. Usually, only people of the same kind could perceive the tentacles and fluctuations of emotions.

She remembered the little boy. Once a detective asked her to investigate a blank area in Haicheng that had not been covered by the surveillance network. The boy showed his face on purpose and followed her for a while.

For thieves — indeed anyone who does bad things — showing your face is a big no-no.

That doctor likes to make up very much and never shows his real face.

Entering the forest, surrounded by frogs and insects, Ren Huaicheng casually asked what Liu Zhuo mainly did in Haicheng.

Liu Zhuo grinned and said: "Delivering food and express delivery, sometimes I work as a waiter."

When he said this, he looked at Xing's back, how much he envied her and adored her.

He added in his heart: I will study when I have time.

Star is a college student.

The only one in the commune.

Xingqi didn't pay much attention to their conversation, and stepped on the soft sponge walking path in the forest, she vaguely saw another asphalt road passing by among the grass blades - this place is the same as Xianyu Village, although it is labeled as retro The flag has all the necessary infrastructure.

This place has mountains, water, movement and stillness, and the wind is refreshing.

Although it is close to the water, it does not appear to be humid, and it is a good place for self-cultivation.

After leaving the forest, the blue tiles and white walls in the distance came into view.

Ren Huaicheng stopped talking, while Liu Zhuo subconsciously stepped lightly.

They all know the old man?Or have you been here before?

With doubts, Xingqi wrapped her collar tightly and entered the vermilion lacquered wooden door under the urging of Ren Huaicheng several times.

The shape of the building is simple, and the pattern is similar to the northern courtyard, but it is not a brick and tile structure. The eaves and corridors are made of light-transmitting materials, which are more spacious and bright than the old courtyards.

The water in the yard is gurgling, and there are several red and golden carps in the water.

After someone had informed her, Xingqi walked past the screen wall, and an old man with Huafa holding a half-length dragon-headed staff walked out of the main gate, followed by a middle-aged aunt in a blue and white apron.

The decorative role of the cane is greater than the actual function. The old man must have passed his sixtieth year, his skin has dull spots, and his complexion is slightly dull, as if he is suffering from a disease.But he has a steady pace and a straight back, creating a hale and hearty spirit.

When the old man saw Xing Qi, his wrinkles stretched out, and his drooping upper eyelids covered most of his eyes, concealing his indescribable gloom, "You're here."

Xingqi raised her brows with a surprised expression, "You know me?"

The other party gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, she had seen him before.

"A little friend who is familiar with me often mentions you recently, saying that you are coming soon." The old man pointed his empty finger to the glass room on the right. Although the sky was bright, the room was lit with yellow lights early.

Acquainted little friend—doctor?

Xingqi entered the room behind the old man. As soon as she entered, the sensor door closed automatically, shutting the others out.

The indoor temperature was higher than outside, Xingqi breathed a sigh of relief, the muscles and joints that had been stiff due to the cold all the way were finally relaxed, but the string in her heart was still tense.

The old man sat down at the square table with the chess board, "Don't be restrained."

The sound insulation effect of the room is good, there is a faint smell of rosin in the room, and clouds and mist emerge from a corner of the rockery bonsai, which is not dry.

The old man was looking at her. As far as his age is concerned, this scrutiny can be interpreted as the elder's concern for the younger, but it is mixed with inexplicable thinking.

He knows her, Xingqi thought.

"I don't have much time, old sir."

The old man smiled, "You don't have much time to discuss with the old man, isn't it too disrespectful to the old man?"

Xingqi touched the bristles on the back of her neck.With her hair cut short, she always felt uneasy, as if someone had forcibly removed her protective shell, and someone was watching her from behind all the time.

She knew it was a psychological effect, but it was also possible that Ren Huaicheng and Liu Zhuo were watching her outside.

The little boy walked up and down along the water flow in the yard like ADHD, and squinted inside from time to time while bending over to tease the goldfish.

Ren Huaicheng pulled him a few times, telling him to be quiet and not to wander around.

Xingqi lowered her eyes and landed on the old man's black cloth shoes.

"I have amnesia," she said. "Today is the seventh day. After today, I may not remember many things."

"I know what it's like to be confused, and it's not very good." The old man rubbed the tap of the cane, the wooden handle was smooth and shiny, like the luster of long-lasting beads, "I can't do anything with it anyway, it's better to decide Take it easy, let it be."

The middle-aged aunt brought tea at this time, Xingqi rummaged through it unceremoniously, there were peeled nuts, biscuits, pastries on the plate, mostly salty, she was surprised to see that there were two pieces of nougat inside.

The old man poured tea for her unhurriedly.

He didn't pay attention to the sense of ceremony when pouring tea, he just tilted the body of the pot, filled the light green tea with the bright starlight inside Jiancup, put it in front of Xingqi, and asked her: "Can you play chess?"

There is a game of remnants of chess on the table, Xingqi keeps one rook and one cannon on his side, and the opposite side has one less cannon and one extra horse.

Xingqi shook her head: "Not really."

"Simply Playing."

Xingqi raised her hand to pick up the photo, and provided a foothold for Pao.

"Don't remember me?"

Xingqi was amazed at the lack of fluctuation in her heart, the old man showed his face, she neither "really so", nor was she overly curious, even the coldness that had been lingering over her dissipated a lot.

The aroma, the smell of the room... all kinds of things seem to have a soothing effect.

Except for humming noises—she could hear a very soft, tinny sound, sort of like electronic hum.

Xingqi searched for the source of the noise calmly, and heard herself answering slowly: "There are many fuzzy segments, and I can't give you the specific number."

There is no scale visible to the naked eye in her memory. She recalled seven or eight, and inevitably missed a few details, such as the place where the doctor performed surgery on her—is it an island or a ship?

Who else but the doctor?

"The last time you looked like this was about six or seven years ago." The old man pointed at her gray hair, and Xingqi realized that he was talking about her new look. Then, he raised his cane and gestured for about 1.5 meters. Height, "You were only this big back then."

Older people are severely polarized, either their thinking is slow and rigid, or they are ginger, and the older they get, the hotter they become.

"In a flash, so many years have passed, it's a pity that things change and people change, and things may not stop." The old man was talking leisurely, moving the car, only one step away from the general, forcing her to turn back.

When the elder spoke, Xingqi was used to looking into the other's eyes. The upper eyelid of the elder formed a slanted straight line, which was extraordinarily mean and sharp.

Xingqi looked down at the chessboard, and her memory naturally went back to six or seven years ago.

Generally, teenagers are in the third or first year of junior high at this time. Where is she at this time?

Oh, come to think of it, she is also at school.

If you don't mention those part-time jobs that can't be compared with outsiders, Xingqi's middle school life is generally boring.

She keeps her own secrets alone and hardly communicates with others.

During the day, she is a "poor student" who is closely observed by the teacher. She either catches up on sleep or secretly makes up for homework.

The head teacher at the time was a thin middle-aged man with a small belly, wearing glasses that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle, and he made surprise inspections from time to time, scanning the classroom through the windows.

Coincidence or someone's special arrangement, Xingqi's position is near the window, and she feels more probes than other students.

At first, Xingqi couldn't tell whether he was staring at her or not. Later, she did several experiments and found that as long as the hairs on her arms stood up, the head teacher must be staring at her.

The reason why I remember the class teacher is because he followed her from junior high school to high school, and also spied on her from junior high school to high school.

At night, she is a star with high hopes, implementing the "equal distribution" taught by the commune, borrowing property from the rich to help the poor.

It seems ridiculous now, but at the time Xingqi really thought that was what she should and had to do.

People often take her to nursing homes and orphanages, saying that the orphans, elderly and disabled people living there have no food and clothing, and the commune provides their daily needs.

Since she was ten years old, she was coerced into a seamless lie, and she went to the gate of hell several times before she realized that the Tao and principles she had followed for a long time were one-sided.

The original intention of charity is good, but because it is difficult for kind people to speculate on others with the greatest malice, it is easy to be used as a tool by caring people.

The old man sipped his tea, interrupted Xingqi's memories with the sound of closing the lid, and asked kindly, "What do you remember?"

Xingqi hummed, moved the car vertically seven spaces, two more steps, and it was the lore.

The old man looked down for a moment, then frowned, "It's late, let's go eat first."

Dinner was great.

As soon as Liu Zhuo heard the old man say don't be polite, he really was not polite, and the wind swept away more than half of it.

Xing Qi had no appetite at first, but seeing his full appetite, the hungry worm was hooked out.It was still too late for her to start, and she only got one chicken wing and one chicken leg.

Ren Huaicheng couldn't bear to argue with the young man, and stared at the empty plate, amused and annoyed.

The old man looked at Liu Zhuo with a smile.

For a moment, Xingqi mistakenly thought it was an ordinary family dinner, and the old man was the kind old grandpa of the family.

However, as soon as this idea came up, she immediately woke up.Half a piece of degreased chicken skin was stuck in my throat, I couldn't swallow it, and I was too embarrassed to spit it out.

Why can't she remember who the old man is?

According to past experience, the memories she doesn't want to recall are usually the opposite of the reshaped three views, infinitely approaching the extreme cruelty she knows.

"I'm stuffed."

She pushed away the rice bowl and looked up at the old man, who was also looking at her.

"Let's go for a walk. Ah Ying, take two coats and one for the kid."

The place where the old man took her was the half-mountain trail.

The mountain was cool, and Xingqi heard footsteps at the front and back, probably bodyguards or something.

He seems to be a hermit who cultivates his morality, but he actually cherishes his life.

But what is he afraid of?

Arriving at a platform, the old man pointed his cane at the lake in front of him, "The last time I saw you was in winter."

The lake is not very big from a distance. There is a small oval island in the middle, and two tile-roofed houses occupy the southeast and northwest corners respectively.

From a distance, the island is about forty meters away from the shore.

The noise of the wind pierced through the eardrums in an instant, and Xingqi heard the creaking sound of the molars rubbing against each other. She filled a piece of nougat, but before she could chew it, a strong nausea made her take a few steps quickly, and then rushed to The roots retched a few times.

Xingqi turned her head and stared at him firmly: "What should I call you?"

She realized that she hadn't used honorifics for the old man, because despite being an old man, he deserved no respect at all.

The old man stood against the light, with a condescending attitude, the deep wrinkles on his face were like knives and axes, and every line was full of fierceness.

How stupid she was to think he was really a kind old man.

He actually laughed: "Isn't it too rude to ask the old man's name now?"

"who are you?"

The old man replied: "Thanks to my old friend and young friend for your love, call me Lord Hou."

Xingqi hooked the corners of her mouth, trying to laugh, but she didn't.

Ever since she witnessed a thief stealing and trying to kill someone in the villa, Xingqi suddenly came to her senses.

She went to the commune vault overnight and stole all the lost property there that had not been "subletted".

For some reason, she had stolen quite a few of the vaults herself—a considerable portion of which, the doctor said, would be transferred to those who deserved them, and the wealth gained from it would be used to support the widows and widows of the commune.

But over the years, those things lay quietly in the vault and became commune collections.

The commune is not, as the doctor claims, a civil collective founded on noble motives.In fact, it is organized crime, like all shadowy underground gangs.

No matter how sophisticated the organization is, as long as you do illegal things, there will always be nowhere to hide——Skynet is full of holes.

The detectives had been eyeing her a long time ago.

Therefore, the purpose of the commune to place her as a pawn is obvious.

All active criminals think they are invulnerable, that they can nip risks, if any, in the bud.

"You let me go because of the detective?"

"Detective, oh—the boss of the Xia family, you all call her Detective Xia?" The old man pointed, "If you care about her very much, I can tell you that she went down. She went to the hidden treasure that never returned. Small hole."

"I understand." Xingqi laughed, "You want to get your things back, and you also want to send the detective who is watching you to hell."

The old man shook his cane, "You can't have both, I'm satisfied if I can achieve one of the two."

After a pause for a few seconds, the old man asked with pity, "What about you?"

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