Madness of the Heart

"You are the heart of the grave."

It was just a sentence uttered slowly, but it was loud and loud, as if a sentence was pronounced.

"You... what are you talking about?" Hou Cheng took two steps back uncomfortably, and sat down on a wooden stool, "I'm not Mu Xin."

Xiao Yu'an's eyes were unfathomable, "Really?"

Hou Cheng shook his head one after another, "Really not!"

Xiao Yuan stared at him for another half a minute, as if he believed it, "The book in the tomb heart may be used by criminals, and it has been temporarily sealed. Until the investigation of the case is clear, Xinyun Publishing House will not pay taxes to your account again." Subsequent remuneration."

Hou Cheng's eyes were blank, "Oh, this has nothing to do with me."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Xiao Yu'an said, "There is no remuneration in your account, which means that Mu Xin won't come to you again in a short time."

Hou Cheng thought for a while, but he didn't want to meet Xiao Yuan's eyes, "It's okay, it's okay, he has already given me a lot of money, so it's okay if he doesn't come to see me. After this summer is over, I'll go and tidy up my fields. I can grow melons, but I don’t have to rely on him.”

Xiao Yuan sighed, "You don't seem to understand me."

Not to mention Hou Cheng, even Ming Shu didn't quite know which play Xiao Yuan was acting in.

"What do you mean?" Hou Cheng asked anxiously.

His complexion was sallow, and his emotions were not easy to show on his face.But Mingshu noticed that his furrow-like wrinkles were trembling slightly.

It stands to reason that he wouldn't be so nervous.

"Don't you understand?" Xiao Yu'an said, "If Tomb Heart doesn't come to you anymore, then you won't be of much use to our police."

These words were a bit gangster, neither the tone nor the words used were Xiao Yu'an's style.

But there is something inexplicably emotional.

Mingshu let out a "tsk" in his heart.

"I don't understand." Hou Cheng stood up, "Are you trying to do something to me? What do you mean 'not very useful'?"

"Your name is still on the security detachment." Xiao Yu'an said: "Because you have to cooperate with us in handling the case, you don't have to accept punishment for the time being. Since Muxin won't come to you again, then you can go back to the security detachment and stay."

Hou Cheng obviously didn't expect things to develop like this, and he panicked for a while, "That's not what you said a few days ago!"

"A few days ago?" Xiao Yu'an smiled, "Did you see me a few days ago?"

Hou Cheng swallowed hard and shook his head.

"That's right. It was my subordinate who let you back a few days ago." Xiao Yuan glanced at Mingshu as he spoke, and Mingshu immediately stood up cooperatively.

Xiao Yuan withdrew his gaze, and said again: "He seems to have made a mistake, I'll correct it."

Hou Cheng rubbed his hands awkwardly, "But you can't tease me repeatedly like this, Nong, are rural people easy to bully?"

"Rural people?" Xiao Yuan said slowly: "If you must create an identity for yourself, fine, then let me ask you—why don't you take care of the fellow villagers who are rural people like you are busy in the fields? Your field?"

Hou Cheng faltered and said: "Didn't I say that, the tomb heart gave me money, and I don't want to do farm work this year."

There was the sound of parking outside the yard, Mingshu walked to the door and saw that it was a police car from the Los Angeles City Bureau.

If he didn't call, it should have been arranged by Xiao Yuan.

"The car is coming?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Ming Shu said: "Here we come."

Xiao Yu'an looked at Hou Cheng coldly, "If you have anything else to say, we'll talk about it in the security detachment."

Hou Cheng dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, "Now, do you want to leave now?"

"Yes, now." Xiao Yu'an said, "The police car is right outside."

"Then I'll clean it up." After Hou Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to enter the house.

Mingshu stepped forward and stopped him directly, "The security detachment has the daily necessities you need."

"I still have to clean up..." Hou Cheng looked away, trying to push Mingshu away, but Mingshu was no match for him.

"Do you want to clean up, or hide things that you don't want to be seen by me?" Xiao Yu'an asked.

Hou Cheng's gaze was sharp for a moment, and then became dull again in an instant.

It was like a sudden flash of light in a dark room, briefly illuminating the sordid truth in the room.

This glance is enough.

Hou Cheng was taken away by the security detachment who arrived on the order, and was already very anxious when he got into the police car.

Mingshu stood outside Hou's house, watched the police car drive away, and then asked, "Brother, what did you find?"

"If my guess is correct, then Hou Cheng is the heart of the grave." Xiao Yu'an said: "He is very good at covering up, and even fabricated a person, which led us all astray."

Ming Shu was surprised, "Cover up? No, it was we who first suspected that he was not Tomb Heart. We hadn't had any actual contact with him at that time, so how could he cover it up?"

"Think about it again." Xiao Yu'an said, "Why do we suspect that he is not the tomb heart?"

Mingshu's eyes gradually became quiet, and he said after a while: "He doesn't look like a writer at all."

"That's it - he doesn't look like a writer, this is the prejudice that his identity has caused us. He also emphasized just now - he is a farmer." Xiao Yu'an spoke calmly, looking into Mingshu's eyes, "A What kind of person would a suspense writer be like in reality?"

Ming Shu pursed his lips and did not answer immediately.

A figure in my mind changed from blurred to clear. Although I couldn't see the face clearly, I could vaguely tell that it was a young man.

Mingshu suddenly realized that he had been affected, and this man was clearly the young man Hou Ximei and the others talked about.

Xiao Yuan said: "In many people's inherent cognition, suspense writers are mostly male, mostly between 40 and [-] years old, may wear glasses, have contacted people with many occupations and personalities, he has either read a lot of books, or been to There are many places. Generally speaking, he is a person with rich social experience and strong logical reasoning ability."

Mingshu frowned, "Yes."

Xiao Yu'an said again: "If we found such a person according to the clues provided by Xinyun Publishing House, then there is no doubt that we would immediately think that this person is Mu Xin. Right?"

Mingshu thought for a while, "Yes! There is another writer hidden behind a writer. This is a very small possibility. If the person I found matches my imagination, I will no longer wonder whether there is a writer behind him. A true grave."

"And what kind of person is Hou Cheng?" Xiao Yuan continued: "A farmer, in his 50s, with a primary school diploma, lives alone, withdrawn, not good at speech, lives in a small backward place like Qingyue Village, and makes a living by farming. Even the surrounding villagers seldom get in touch with him, and the children nearby even call him 'stupid' and 'dumb'. This kind of person may not know much about writing, let alone writing."

Even though it was the dog days, Ming Shu felt a chill welling up on the soles of his feet.

"Anyone who sees Hou Cheng probably won't think that he is a suspense writer." Xiao Yu'an narrowed his eyes, "From the very beginning, he has used his identity to mislead us. Let us think that he cannot be the tomb heart, Then find out who is the grave heart."

Ming Shu finally caught up with Xiao Yu'an's train of thought, "I don't think Hou Cheng is a writer, let alone the heart who wrote the words 'some people deserve to die'. So I subconsciously thought that he might It’s not the real tomb heart, the real tomb heart is still hidden somewhere I don’t know.”

"It's not just you, I think so too." Xiao Yu'an changed his tone, "Once we all think this way, we've already fallen into Hou Cheng's trap. We must drill deeper and deeper, trying to find the real heart of the grave. And The fact that the tomb hides his identity just proves that our suspicion of him is reasonable, and there must be ghosts in him."

Mingshu took a deep breath, "If this is the case, Hou Cheng's prostitution is also an act. He wants us to believe that he is just a low-level low-level man who has no brains and runs wild when he gets money. Then, during the interrogation process, he spit out his heart step by step- ——I forced him to admit that he is not the heart of the grave! Fuck, he is too good at turning around like this.”

"Don't forget, the heart of the tomb was originally about suspense." Xiao Yu'an said, "It is not difficult for him to set up this situation. If you get rid of prejudice and look at Hou Cheng again, why can't a lonely farmer Writing a book? He just didn’t go to much school, but he is not illiterate. Whether a person can write a book depends on his thoughts and knowledge, not on his education level.”

Mingshu flicked his hair violently, and after calming down for a while, he said: "But it doesn't make sense. It was not Hou Cheng himself who first reported to us that there was a handsome young man living in Hou Cheng's house, but the villagers near his house. Hou Ximei and Wang Youqun saw it all. They have no reason to act with Hou Cheng."

"It's very simple, because there was indeed such a person who once lived in his house." Xiao Yu'an said, "And in my opinion, it was the appearance of this young man that Hou Cheng was inspired to come up with this incredible idea. Think back , when the villagers told you that a young man lived in Hou Cheng’s house, which has always been withdrawn, for a few days, did you immediately think that this man is the real grave heart?”

Mingshu paced frequently, "Yes!"

Xiao Yu'an said again: "This man may just be a person who happened to pass by. After three years, it is impossible to investigate now. Hou Cheng insisted that this person is the heart of the tomb. Coupled with the testimony of the villagers, it is almost confirmed that he is just a person who was buried in the tomb. A person who takes advantage of him."

"I thought of a bad possibility." Mingshu said suddenly, "Hou Cheng dares to insist that the man who appeared is the tomb heart, why? Isn't he worried that the man will appear again and expose his lies?"

"Two possibilities." Xiao Yu'an said: "First, he is gambling; second, he knows that that man will never appear again."

"He's dead." Ming Shu put his right hand into a fist against his chin, "He killed him."

"I can't rule out this possibility." Xiao Yu'an suddenly smiled, "Is that how I convinced you?"

Mingshu's eyes must be, "Huh?"

Xiao Yu'an stepped forward, holding Mingshu's face with both hands, "I've got caught up in my logic."

Mingshu frowned, a little angry, "Because it's you!"

Xiao Yuan let go of his hands, "Think about it calmly, is my analysis reasonable?"

Mingshu didn't think for a long time, and asked: "I just want to know, if Hou Cheng dug a hole for us, how did you jump out of this hole and think of another line in the opposite direction? I asked myself that I don't have such great ability. Then I might suspect it after a while, but not as quickly as you."

"Just like you, I also believed Hou Cheng's words." Xiao Yu'an said, "Until Liu Zhiqin told me that he didn't find any clues about the tomb on the Internet."

Mingshu suddenly understood.

"You have been in the special operations team for a year. You should know what level of network security expert Liu Zhiqin is." Xiao Yuan continued: "Others can't find out the problem. Liu Zhiqin is powerless, so there is only one possibility for me—the tomb heart that Hou Cheng said does not exist at all, and he himself is the tomb heart! I rushed here today to verify this guess."

Mingshu said: "You just cheated him."

"More than that." Xiao Yu'an said, "I've read all the books in Tomb Heart, and one of them described the melon fields in great detail, as well as other rural features."

"If what is written in the book is similar to Qingyue Village, it means that the heart of the tomb is Hou Cheng?" Mingshu thought quickly, "That's not necessarily true. According to Hou Cheng and the villagers, the young man happened to pass by Qingyue Village. After living in Hou Cheng's house for a few days, it makes sense for him to be able to describe the style and appearance of Qingyue Village."

"It doesn't make sense." Xiao Yu'an shook his head, "Both the villagers and Hou Cheng made it very clear that the man lived in Hou Cheng's house and didn't come out, so he couldn't observe the style and appearance of Qingyue Village at all. Take ten thousand steps back, Hou Cheng said this The man traveled around, so he must have visited more than one village in Qingyue Village. Then why is the village in the tomb heart book the epitome of Qingyue Village, not other villages?"

"This..." Mingshu thought for a long time, but couldn't find anything to refute, "Then what should we do now?"

Xiao Yu'an rubbed his head, "You are the leader of the serious crime team, you ask me what to do?"

"Don't mess around, you messed up my hairstyle!" Mingshu shook his head dissatisfied, "If Hou Cheng is the heart of the grave, then he will withdraw the manuscript remuneration from the bank... where will the money be?"

Xiao Yu'an didn't answer.

"You think it's here?" Mingshu said, "Hou Cheng directly hid more than 200 million at home?"

"Did you notice the expression on his face when he was taken away by the security detachment just now?" Xiao Yu'an said, "There must be his secrets in this old house, it may be money, or it may be something else. You have searched before, but the search Not carefully."

"I'll arrange a new round of search immediately." Ming Shu paused, pressed his bruised hair, and said, "Hou Cheng's going to whoring can mislead us into thinking that there is someone else in the grave, but there are still people in the grave." A bit redundant. Both Lu Kun and Li Hongmei committed crimes after Tomb Heart’s book. We can suspect Tomb Heart, but with the existing evidence, we can’t control Tomb Heart. After all, his books are all through regular publishing houses Publishing, readers commit crimes, we have no reason to restrict his personal freedom as an author. But now he is suspected of buying prostitution, and the security detachment detains him legally and compliantly, he is purely shooting himself in the foot."

"When people set up a game, the more they think they are smart, the more likely they will make some key mistakes, especially in this kind of game that is constantly reversing." Xiao Yuan said: "The same is true of many murders-the murderer wants to erase the leftovers. All the traces at the scene, but they don't know that the act of "erasing traces" itself can provide clues to the police. The more you do, the more you will expose your feet. Hou Cheng has already shown his flaws. When we return to Los Angeles, we will Will interrogate him again."

"Wait." Ming Shu grabbed Xiao Yu'an's wrist, "Brother, you just learned from me."

Xiao Yu'an's eyes half twitched, "Huh? What can I learn from you?"

Mingshu said: "You learn my gangster spirit, you don't usually talk like that."

Xiao Yu'an had a faint smile, "You don't learn from me enough? You are only allowed to imitate me, and I am not allowed to imitate you?"

"I imitated you because you are amazing." Mingshu raised his face, "Your tone is very bluffing. And..."

"And what?" Xiao Yuan asked.

"And I've admired you since I was a child, and it's not like you don't know about it." Mingshu's tone was a bit intimate and fierce, "What's wrong with imitating you!"

Xiao Yu'an snorted lightly, and was about to speak when he heard a commotion outside.

Many residents gathered around a tricycle, chattering about the affairs of the village chief Hou Jianjun's house.

"Hou Pao really has no filial piety, how can he go out to study and not recognize his old father?"

"Raise a child to prevent old age, raise a child to prevent old age, I don't think raising a child can prevent old age! Lao Hou is really pitiful, he has worked so hard to grow up, and in the end he is still disgusted by him!"

"Hou Pao is actually right, Lao Hou is quite embarrassing to him."

"You can't say that! Which of us is not a farmer? Hou Pao is a farmer himself, but he just went to the city to study, so he looks down on his father who is a farmer? If it is not this father who is a farmer, who will support him to study?"

Mingshu had met Hou Jianjun before, and was deeply impressed by the village chief because of the lighter.After listening for a while, I almost understood what was going on——

Hou Jianjun has a 24-year-old son named Hou Pao, who is studying for a master's degree at the University of Los Angeles.Hou Jianjun's wife died when he was young, and he was both a father and a mother, and he also had to worry about the affairs of the village.Hou Pao had studied in the town from elementary school to high school, and his relationship with Hou Jianjun was not very close.

At the age of 18, Hou Pai was admitted to Los Angeles University. Hou Jianjun was so happy that he invited the whole village to dinner, but Hou Pao, the main character, did not attend.

Hou Jianjun's loss was seen by everyone.

In these years, Hou Pao hardly ever went back to Qingyue Village, but Hou Jianjun ran to Luocheng whenever he was free, even to see his son.

But many times they can only be rejected.

This time, Hou Jianjun took the more than 1000 yuan he had saved and bought one for Hou Pao just like Fang Yuanhang's lighter. He wanted to please Hou Pao, but he still couldn't meet anyone.

Hou Pao didn't answer his calls, nor opened the door for him.

Hou Jianjun returned to the village dejected, and the ridiculously expensive lighter finally seemed like the last straw, crushing his spine.

He found pesticides and wanted to commit suicide. Fortunately, a village cadre who went to him to discuss the matter discovered that this did not lead to tragedy.

Pesticides were overturned and dripped all over the yard.

Most of the villagers were enthusiastic, and many put down their work and rushed to comfort Hou Jianjun.

Xiao Yu'an and Ming Shu stood behind the villagers, looking at Hou Jianjun from a distance.

"He really doesn't want me as a father anymore." Hou Jianjun burst into tears, almost crying, "He doesn't even want to see me, he wants to sever ties with me!"

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite." Xiao Yu'an patted Ming Shu on the back, "Let's go, don't read."

Mingshu stood where he was, suddenly thinking of his family members whom he rarely cared about.