Madness of the Heart

There are no dazzling lights of the city in the countryside. After the sunset time, the sky gets dark very quickly, completely dark, so the sparks flickering on your fingertips are extraordinarily bright.

Mingshu reported to Xiao Yuan what he had seen and heard today, as well as his own guesses, with a somewhat anxious tone. After speaking, he was choked by the sudden wind and coughed one after another.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Yuan was silent for a while after listening, "It's too early to draw any conclusions before seeing Hou Cheng."

"Brother, do you still think that Hou Cheng is the heart of the grave?" Ming Shu said: "We have already found out that Hou Cheng only had a primary school education, left the village alone many times, and his whereabouts are unknown. Withdrawal, except for the old house in Qingyue Village, there is no other real estate under the name, and no investment has been made. If the money was not withdrawn and handed over to the real tomb heart, where did it go? Now Hou Cheng has disappeared. month, I suspect he has been killed."

"It's too early." Xiao Yu'an disagreed. "Before investigating the tomb heart, you created an image for the tomb heart. When you learned that the tomb heart is Hou Cheng, the image you created collapsed, and your thinking became a little confused."

Mingshu opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Xiao Yu'an was right, his thoughts were really confused, otherwise he wouldn't have come out to make this call at this time.

Now, listening to Xiao Yu'an's mellow voice coming from the phone and directly reaching his ears, the irritability accumulated in his chest seemed to have disappeared a lot.

Xiao Yuan seemed to be able to see him, and after half a minute he asked, "Have you calmed down?"

He nodded, and when he realized that Xiao Yu'an was not in front of him, he said, "En."

"That's good." Xiao Yu'an said: "Whether Hou Cheng is the heart of the grave is a [-]-[-] split with me. If he is, then there is a high probability that he went somewhere on his own initiative when he disappeared this time, and there is no such thing as being murdered by others." possible, isn't it?"

Mingshu listened quietly, "Yes."

"Then the most urgent thing is to find him. Qingyue Village is behind, there is no surveillance, and the traffic is not organized, but Hou Cheng should have a mobile phone, let the technical detective track his mobile phone, if the technical detective can't track him, Liu Zhiqin is not with you Are they together?" Xiao Yu'an said, "Let Liu Zhiqin help with the investigation."

"He's already investigating." Mingshu said.

Xiao Yuan said: "Yes. Then there is the second possibility—Hou Cheng is not the heart of the tomb. Then digging out the real heart of the tomb is very important."

Mingshu said: "I know, but Hou Cheng's whereabouts are unknown, wouldn't the clues to the tomb be broken?"

"No, not broken." Xiao Yu'an said: "Hou Cheng is withdrawn, walks alone, and hardly contacts with others. Then if anyone has come to Qingyue Village to look for him, then this person who is looking for him is very suspicious. "

"But as far as I know, no one from outside the village has ever touched him." Mingshu put out the cigarette butt, wanted to light another one, but was afraid that Xiao Yu'an would hear the sound of lighting up, so he held the cigarette case in his hand.

"You only asked the village chief and other village cadres, but you didn't do a thorough investigation." Xiao Yu'an said, "As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, I will ask the Los Angeles City Bureau for support and conduct a thorough investigation in Qingyue Village. Think about it. In the last two years, Hou Cheng suddenly disappeared for ten days and a half months. He had been staying in Qingyue Village honestly before. The first time he met Tomb Xin was when he went out suddenly. The chances of encountering Tomb Xin by chance are high. Or if Tomb Heart comes to Qingyue Village, the chances of meeting him are higher?"

Mingshu came to a realization: "Of course the tomb heart came to Qingyue Village!"

"Yes." Xiao Yu'an continued: "Existence will leave traces. Check carefully and focus on asking Hou Cheng's neighbors. Maybe someone has seen something."

Mingshu let out a breath after hearing this, and felt a little more relaxed, "Well, listen to you."

"Don't miss the clues about Hou Cheng's family." Xiao Yu'an continued, "You can go to Xinyun Publishing House again. It is Hou Cheng who signed the contract with the publishing house, and Hou Cheng is not like a person who can write suspense. Is there no doubt at all? This should be dug deeper."

"Yes." Mingshu said, "Brother, I understand."

Xiao Yu'an said, "Why does the voice sound listless?"

"Is there?" Mingshu raised his neck subconsciously, looking aimlessly at the stars covering the sky.

You can't see such beautiful scenery in the city, and it's not bad to see a star once in a while.

"I can hear it." Xiao Yuan said.

Mingshu pursed his lips quietly, "I'm just worried that the clue will be broken on Hou Cheng."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Xiao Yu'an said in relief, "The line of the tomb is hidden so deep, and you have caught it and are tracking it, which is amazing."

"But you were the first to notice the heart of the tomb." Mingshu lowered his voice, "I'm just inspired by you."

Xiao Yu'an said, "Still dividing you and me?"

Mingshu shook his head, "That's not true."

"Then cheer up."

"……Oh."

Xiao Yu'an's tone became solemn, "A criminal policeman should look like a criminal policeman. The leaders are listless. Who should the team members look up to?"

Mingshu's back suddenly went numb, and he reflexively stood up straight.

After all, Xiao Yu'an is a person who has performed many actual combat missions in the special operations team. Most of the time, he is gentle and elegant, but sometimes he is cold and cold. When he is serious, his aura is extremely strong, and he has the majesty of a superior.Mingshu had seen him lecture the young team members under him before, and the eyes alone made people tremble.

"Did you understand what I said?" Xiao Yu'an asked.

"Understood." Mingshu replied quickly, unwilling to be scolded at this time.

Xiao Yu'an's tone softened, "You can go and investigate freely. If you have any ideas or needs, please feel free to tell me. Since I have been transferred to Dongye City, I will be your solid backing."

Mingshu squeezed the cigarette case tightly, and his mood became much clearer, "Okay!"

"Also." Xiao Yu'an said again: "Just smoke a cigarette once in a while, don't smoke one after another."

Mingshu was startled, and retorted instinctively, "I didn't smoke."

Xiao Yu'an smiled and said, "I can already hear the sound of you pinching the cigarette case."

Mingshu had no choice but to say, "Brother, your hearing is really good!"

Xiao Yu'an's hearing is good, and Mingshu has experienced it since he was a child.

When I was a child, I lived in Xiao's house and slept alone in a room. I was hungry in the middle of the night, and I was too embarrassed to wake up others, so I had to sneak out from the third floor, and went to the kitchen lightly, wanting to secretly drink a sip of milk. Xiao Yuan heard all the movement.

Although he hadn't experienced the precepts and deeds of his parents very much, after all, he grew up in a family with strict family education like the Ming family. He knew that it was impolite to steal food, and it was rude to put it bluntly.He was caught by Xiao Yu'an for stealing milk. He was nervous and sad. He stepped back a few steps, put his back on the refrigerator, and said pitifully, "Brother, I'm hungry. I didn't mean to steal milk. I'll have enough to eat at night." I'm full, I won't be a thief again. Just forgive me this time, okay?"

Xiao Yuan approached, took the milk bottle from his hand, and rubbed his fluffy and soft hair, "The weather is cold, if the milk is not heated, you will get sick if you drink it."

He looked at Xiao Yu'an with wide eyes, "Brother, aren't you angry?"

Xiao Yu'an smiled, "What's the point of being angry? Is it wrong to be hungry?"

He pouted, "But I stole the milk."

"Drinking the milk at home is not called stealing." Xiao Yu'an said as he fetched a small pot, poured iced milk into it, brought donuts, broke them open and put them in the milk, "Cook for 3 minutes and you're ready to eat. "

He hurried over and hugged Xiao Yuan, "Brother, you are so kind!"

Xiao Yu'an stirred the milk and donuts with a spoon, "Come to me when you're hungry, and I'll make you a supper."

He was very happy and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

After growing up, Xiao Yu'an has undergone professional shooting training, and her hearing is sharper than before.

When he was in high school, although he had decided to follow Xiao Yu'an's footsteps and apply for the Public Security University, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was too energetic, and he would not be able to live without causing trouble for a few days.

He is as keen on fighting as other boys, and once made an appointment with someone to fight in a group fight in the billiard room, just in time for Xiao Yuan to come home.

If he knew that Xiao Yuan was coming back, he wouldn't fight no matter what he said, he would definitely pack himself up and run to Xiao Yuan to open his screen - at that time he already had plans for Xiao Yuan, but Xiao Yuan still put him Pamper and discipline him as a younger brother.

When the battle was in full swing, he suddenly noticed a group of familiar eyes, turned around and saw his brother in a neat uniform, standing not far away looking at him.

He didn't want to fight immediately, fought and retreated like a deserter, took several punches, "Brother, you are back!"

Before a bunch of words could be uttered, Xiao Yuan held his head down.

The force was so great that he felt his legs go weak on the spot.

"Why did you skip class and fight again?" Xiao Yu'an asked.

"Ah... this..." His tongue was tied and he couldn't say anything decent.

I can't honestly admit that my hands are too itchy, it's uncomfortable not to fight!

Xiao Yuan shook his head, and withdrew his hand, "I have nowhere to use my strength, so I tied a tire around my waist and ran for five kilometers."

He wailed, "Brother, I was wrong!"

Xiao Yu'an smiled, "Weren't you very arrogant during the fight just now? Why are you about to cry now?"

"I don't want to cry." Seeing Xiao Yu'an smiled, he relaxed, "Brother, how do you know I'm here?"

The billiard room is closed, if you don't enter it, you don't know what's going on inside.

"I heard it." Xiao Yuan said.

He stared, "Hear? Hear what?"

Xiao Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Your voice."

"Impossible!" he said, "I didn't make a sound at all!"

"You didn't make a sound from your throat, but your body made a sound." Xiao Yu'an said it like a joke, "I taught you all the fighting moves, and I still can't hear them?"

His ears turned red and he couldn't help laughing.

"Stop fighting." Xiao Yu'an said: "Teaching you to fight is not for you to fight with those gangsters."

"Oh. I see." He listened obediently, and skillfully changed the subject, "Brother, how long are you coming back this time? Let's go eat roasted rabbits!"

Childhood and teenage years are gone, but what happened is as clear as yesterday. When I think about it for a while, I can't help but pull the corners of my lips.

The call was over long ago, and the phone screen went black. Mingshu heaved a sigh of relief, cheered himself up, and went back to the house.

The next day, Hua Chong mobilized part of the police force from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Los Angeles City Bureau to participate in the investigation and visit of Qingyue Village.Mingshu stayed in Qingyue Village for a long time, and returned to Los Angeles with Liu Zhiqin.Liu Zhiqin went back to the Municipal Bureau to track down Hou Cheng, while he went to Xinyun Publishing House to find Hou Cheng's responsible editor, Guo Xian.

Guo Xian was still wearing a skirt that highlighted his figure, and was wearing smoky makeup with flaming red lips. He said sweetly, "Guo Xian is not at home? I don't know. He has already published a book this year, and there will be no book in the second half of the year." Book publishing task, I still have many popular writers on hand, I can't just keep an eye on him, right?"

"Are you sure that the book in the tomb heart was written by Hou Cheng?" Ming Shu asked.

Guo Xian was surprised, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Mingshu said: "Then let me change the question, how did Hou Cheng contact you in the first place?"

"Contribute." Guo Xian said: "He sent the manuscript to our mailbox, and I contacted him after reading it. How should I put it, I was really moved by his writing. I didn't know him at the time. He is a rural uncle in his 50s. If I knew it, I might not sign him, because what’s in it, let’s sell books now, not only the content of the book, but also the fashion value of the author is very important. His writing is very fashionable It’s worth it, but he, as I said last time, is an old hat, and the little girls will definitely not buy suspense written by an old hat.”

Mingshu said: "So you also think that his words are separated from himself?"

Guo Xian first stretched his eyelids in surprise, and then snapped his fingers, "Hey! You really know how to sum it up! It's split! I just said that he always gave me a weird feeling, it's this sense of split! His His speech and behavior made me feel that he couldn’t write that well. I even wondered if he copied something, but he is a rural uncle, so he doesn’t know how to copy? And I do this business with a huge amount, so I can basically be sure , he did not plagiarize."

Mingshu asked: "Is there anything else that makes you feel strange?"

"Let me think about it..." Guo Xian propped his chin, "He won't revise the manuscript! Our publishing process here requires the editor to provide revision opinions and the author to make revisions. But when I called him to tell him which parts needed to be revised , he refused to accept it all, and said that he either did not change it, or I would change it for him. I asked why, and he said he would not, and he could not explain clearly. I have contacted many writers, and almost all writers do not like to revise their manuscripts, but He gives me a different feeling—others are not willing to change it, but he doesn’t know how to change it. If the contract is not clearly signed, I would suspect that the book was not written by him.”

After chatting with Guo Xian, Mingshu originally wanted to meet Liu Zhiqiang, but his reaction yesterday was strange.But Liu Zhiqiang was out on the job, not at the publishing house.

In the evening, news came from Liu Zhiqin that Hou Cheng had been traced to Los Angeles a month ago, and the phone is currently in the second-hand dealer's place.

Facing the police, the second-hand dealer was so anxious that he broke out in sweat, "Someone sold it to me, I don't know where it came from!"

"Do you remember what the person who sold you looked like?" Fang Yuanhang asked.

"I don't remember!" said the second-hand dealer, "I can't remember the number of mobile phones I handled in one day!"

Fang Yuanhang said: "Master, it is likely that someone stole Hou Cheng's mobile phone. Although this mobile phone is average, the market price can be sold for more than 1000 yuan."

Ming Shu was silent, "What is the purpose of Hou Cheng coming to Los Angeles?"

Fang Yuanhang said, "Maybe it's to find the real grave?"

"It's possible." Mingshu said: "Thinking optimistically, at least the tracking range has been reduced now. The second-hand dealer said that the mobile phone was sold to him four days ago, so Hou Cheng is probably still in Los Angeles. Los Angeles Most hotels have a check-in system, but now Hou Cheng's check-in record cannot be found, so after he comes to Los Angeles, he will either live in an acquaintance's house, or live in a wild hotel that does not require registration, and..."

Fang Yuanhang asked, "What else?"

Mingshu said: "Erotic places."

On the second day of the Mopai visit in Qingyue Village, two villagers finally said that they had seen a fair and young man from other places enter Hou Cheng's home.

Hou Ximei lives diagonally across from Hou Cheng's house, about two hundred meters away in a straight line. She is in her forties, a typical rural woman who, apart from farming, does housework. Looking around without company, killing time.

"I can't remember the exact time. Anyway, it's not this year or last year. It's been a long time." Hou Ximei said: "I have lived in the village for decades, and I have never seen a stranger go to Hou Cheng, so I have a special impression. It must be profound. That man didn’t know where he came from, and he stayed at Hou Cheng’s house for several nights. Hou Cheng was a very hardworking person, so he didn’t go to the fields for a few days.”

Mingshu asked: "Have you even noticed this?"

"Because his field is next to my field." Hou Ximei said again: "I thought that man had left long ago—because I hadn't seen it again, but then one morning, I saw the man's back. He left with a big bag, and Hou Cheng didn't come out to deliver it."

"Then did this man show up again?" Mingshu asked.

"No more." Hou Ximei replied firmly, "At least I haven't seen it again."

Another eyewitness is Wang Youqun, who married into Qingyue Village from a neighboring village a few years ago. Her statement is similar to that of Hou Ximei, but she added details about the man's appearance, "I can't remember his appearance now, but at that time I think it’s very handsome. Really, it looks like a man from a big city. It’s different from the men in our village. Oh, it’s just like you, clean and tidy, not like a working person. I’ll go back and tell my family to see you during the day Seeing a handsome guy, he still called me immoral, haha!"

Fang Yuanhang was excited, "This man is probably the real heart! For a lonely person like Hou Cheng, there is no reason for him to let a person live in his home for a few days, right?"

Mingshu borrowed a portrait artist from the Los Angeles City Bureau to make a portrait of this suspicious man, but the memories of Hou Ximei and Wang Youqun have been blurred, and the drawn portrait is completely two people.

At this time, the Los Angeles Public Security Detachment received reports from the masses and raided a nightclub in Fukang District, arresting dozens of prostitutes and prostitutes.

Among them was Hou Cheng who had been missing for a month.