Madness of the Heart

"I'm the editor in charge of Tomb Heart." A woman wearing a dark blue hip-wrapped skirt was called by Liu Zhiqiang, "My name is Guo Xian."

Mingshu glanced at her face hastily, and said with a smile, "Please sit down."

Liu Zhiqiang obviously didn't want to deal with the criminal police, put several bottles of mineral water on the table, and left quickly under the pretext of "he still has work to do".

In the small conference room with three frosted glass walls, only Guo Xian, Ming Shu, Fang Yuanhang, and Liu Zhiqin were left.

The image of Guo Xian is different from the editor of the publishing house that Mingshu imagined. She has curly hair with a retro feel, big eyes and a straight nose, a small smoky painting, flaming red lips, and a pair of 8 cm slim With high heels, the whole person looks exquisite and tall, more like a business elite shuttling in a high-end office building, or a secretary of a business elite.

Maybe he is often mistaken for his identity, and without waiting for Mingshu to ask questions, Guo Xian said: "We publish books, which is actually a commercial activity. I never think that I am a rigid editor. I make books, sell books, and do marketing. , I am also a businessman."

Mingshu didn't expect her to say that suddenly, so he simply asked, "Marketing? So the tomb heart's book sells so well, is it the result of your packaging and hype?"

These words were somewhat provocative and questioning, but Guo Xian raised his chin happily, "Of course, without me, how could that old hat of his have achieved what he is now?"

Ming Shu: "Wait, the heart of the tomb is an old hat?"

Guo Xian suddenly raised his hand and covered his lips for a moment, as if he was annoyed by his slip of the tongue just now, "No, I'll just say it casually."

Mingshu said sternly: "In my place, there is no such thing as 'just say it casually'."

"Aiya!" Guo Xian said coquettishly, "It's nothing serious, writers, many real identities are not very decent, so they must be packaged, right? Tomb Heart's books are written by himself, but his image It's really too bad. My job is to create a mysterious and fashionable character design for him. Suspense, the selling point is mystery, the real identity of Tomb Heart must not be exposed to readers, otherwise his forceful style will crash Drop it. I slipped my mouth just now, and you heard it from me, so don’t say it casually outside.”

Fang Yuanhang couldn't stand this whining tone and rolled his eyes.

Ming Shu said: "We are the police, not gossip fans. I came to Xinyun Publishing House just to get the real information about Tomb Heart."

Guo Xian pouted, showing hesitation and embarrassment, "Can I ask? What happened to the tomb heart?"

Mingshu asked back, "Why do you think so?"

"You guys don't come to investigate him for no reason, do you?" Guo Xian asked worriedly, "Did you receive some kind of report?"

Fang Yuanhang said, "Report?"

"The content is illegal or something." Guo Xian bit his lip, "It must have been framed by my peers. I personally checked the books I handled. There is absolutely no problem with the content!"

Mingshu raised his hand, "Don't be nervous, tell me what you know. We will judge whether there is any problem with the tombstone."

Startled by Mingshu's sudden change of tone, Guo Xian lowered his head, "He...his name is Hou Cheng."

Hou Cheng, 55 years old, from Qingyue Village, Luocheng, primary school education, farming, never married, parents died early, lives alone, pays strict taxes, only has a small farmyard and a field in his hometown Qingyue Village.

"Fuck! This is different from what we imagined!" On the way to Qingyue Village, Fang Yuanhang looked through the information provided by Guo Xian, "A suspense writer, a 55-year-old farmer? He only went to elementary school ?”

"We'll talk about it when we meet someone." Ming Shu looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, inexplicably feeling a little anxious.

Fang Yuanhang's question was also his.Lu Kun insisted that the tomb heart was a woman, although he did not fully believe it, nor did he imagine that the tomb heart was a fifty-year-old man.

Tomb Heart, Hou Cheng, a pseudonym, a real name, filled with a huge sense of tearing.

Qingyue Town is quiet and peaceful, with a very slow pace of life. People maintain the old habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In the evening, there are almost no people on the ridges and streets, and in the houses with small gardens, there are people. The aroma of food came out.

Fang Yuanhang parked the car outside Hou Cheng's house.

Most people in Qingyue Town have the surname Hou, and the houses they build are similar.

But Hou Cheng's house is different, it is older and older, the windows are dark, the iron door is covered with a thick layer of dust, and there is no breath of life at all.

"Does Hou Cheng live here?" Fang Yuanhang scratched his head.

Mingshu pushed open the iron gate without a padlock, and stepped into the courtyard cautiously, only to see a figure flashing behind the tree, and there was a small sound of being stepped on the mud.

"Stop!" Fang Yuanhang rushed over like an arrow leaving the string, caught him and saw that he was a young man with mischievous eyebrows.

"Who are you? Let me go!" the boy struggled.

"Who are you?" Fang Yuanhang shouted, "Why are you sneaking around here?"

"I come here often, okay!" The boy didn't know that the person who grabbed him was a policeman, so he kicked his legs desperately.

"Often?" Mingshu asked, "Where's Hou Cheng who lives here?"

"I don't know! It's been a long time!" The young man stared at Mingshu, and gradually became quiet, "Are you here to find 'Hou Hanzi'?"

Mingshu asked: "You call him 'fool'?"

"That's what the whole village calls it. It's so stupid that you can't even speak!" The boy said, "What is it if it's not 'foolish'?"

Fang Yuanhang turned to Mingshu, "Master, what does this mean? Is Guo Xian fooling us? I have seen the tomb heart, and it is very clever and delicate. How could it be written by a 'fool'?"

Mingshu pressed his brows together and took a few steps.

The current situation is not completely beyond his expectations, but it is a very difficult situation.

Hou Cheng is probably just a cover, and the real tomb is someone else.

This proves from the side that there is really a problem with the heart of the tomb.

"You come to inquire about Hou Cheng. I also want to know where he has gone." The village chief Hou Jianjun held a stained tea mug, and his gaze stayed on Fang Yuanhang's lighter for a long time.

The lighter was Fang Yuanhang's birthday gift to himself. It was unique in shape and expensive at first glance.

"Tell me what you know." Mingshu said.

Hou Jianjun took a sip of strong tea and showed his yellow and black teeth when he spoke, "Hou Cheng is the most stupid person in our village. He has been single for half his life, has no relatives, and does not see him in a hurry. Young people always say he is a 'stupid boy' , In fact, he is not stupid, he just ignores people and doesn't like to talk, so he doesn't respond. We grow watermelons in our village, and he also grows them. He knows how to sell melons and settle accounts."

"When did he disappear?" Mingshu asked again.

"Missing?" For people in backward villages and towns, this kind of saying is too new. Hou Jianjun thought for a while, "He is not missing, he just leaves occasionally for a period of time and comes back after ten and a half months. He never said where he went , we don’t bother to ask, we don’t care.”

Mingshu thought of the dust he saw in the yard, the thickness obviously couldn't be left in ten days and a half months.

"When was the last time you noticed Hou Cheng?"

"It's been a long time this time, more than a month, early June."

"Who is the person closest to him?" Mingshu asked, "The villagers or the outsiders?"

Hou Jianjun actually laughed, "He has always been alone. Except for a few village cadres who have to care about his life from time to time, no one has ever communicated with him. Oh yes, children sometimes provoke him .”

"In the past two years, have there been many foreigners who have come to the village?" Mingshu knew that he would not get a satisfactory answer as soon as he asked.

Sure enough, Hou Jianjun said: "People come here often and talk a lot, but compared with your big cities, there are definitely not many. Boy, can you lend me your lighter?"

Fang Yuanhang was puzzled.

"Hey." Hou Jianjun said, "My son is about the same age as you. He is studying outside and is promising, but he doesn't come home very much.

I will visit him in the city after a while and give him a lighter to cheer him up. "

When the group returned to Hou Cheng's house, Fang Yuanhang said, "There is no surveillance in the village. Where did Hou Cheng go and who did he meet? There is no way to find out now."

"The doubts are all about Hou Cheng." Mingshu said: "Xinyun Publishing House signed a contract with Hou Cheng, and the remuneration was also paid in Hou Cheng's account. In two years, after deducting taxes, the total was 276 million, which has been paid in batches. The person who took it away was Hou Cheng. From the obvious point of view, the tomb heart is Hou Cheng, there is no doubt about it. But if Hou Cheng is really the tomb heart, why did he take out the money that was deposited in the bank? This money He didn't use it for financial investment, and he didn't buy real estate, where did the money go?"

"If there is a person hiding behind Hou Cheng, it will be easy to explain - the money was taken out by Hou Cheng and it was in the hands of this person." Liu Zhiqin said: "And this person is the real author."

Mingshu looked at Liu Zhiqin, "That's right! We can also look up information on the Internet! Isn't this your strong point? If this person exists, then he must have a communication link with Hou Cheng!"

Liu Zhiqin shook his head, "I did a preliminary check just now, and there is nothing unusual about the Internet. Maybe this person and Hou Cheng had some kind of transaction offline. Didn't Hou Jianjun say that Hou Cheng sometimes leaves Qingyue Village, whereabouts are unknown .”

Mingshu said: "Assuming that Hou Cheng is a cover, then he must have handed over the money to the real tomb heart. If this assumption is true, how does the real tomb heart know Hou Cheng? When Hou Cheng loses use value, the tomb heart will not meeting……"

Fang Yuanhang said: "Then Hou Cheng is in danger now?"

Mingshu turned around, "Do you also think that Tomb Heart will kill Hou Cheng?"

"Otherwise, how do you explain Hou Cheng's disappearance?" Fang Yuanhang said, "Hou Jianguo said that Hou Cheng would disappear occasionally and come back after ten and a half months. I temporarily think this is because he met Mu Xin. But this time it took so long, he may If there is an accident, it may also be given up by the grave heart."

Mingshu walked around frequently, then lit a cigarette, "Wait for me, I'll call Bureau Xiao."