when the moon whispers

Six accomplices in the case

Thirty-six Cochlea (Part 1)

At half past three in the morning, a few lamps were lit sporadically in the shantytown room that had been silent for most of the night. People who were rushing to the city to catch the early train did not dare to stare any more, so they simply turned on the TV and listened to advertisements or news. The volume of the old-fashioned TV in my head was loud, but the hissing signal was not very good. The medicine and wine advertisement that was played in a loop for the third time made a sharp sound just after half a sentence. It was piercingly greeted by the neighbors who did not rush early. Yashiro's noise curse.

It was probably because the antenna on the pot cover was shaking that it pulled the wires hanging in a staggered pattern on the roof. The street lamp huddled between two rows of rooms with a broken ceramic bowl to protect it from the rain suddenly flashed a few times, and the originally dim light seemed to be coming again. It was a little darker, and the light was dimly shining on the narrow path that had been left dry all night and was covered with ice.

Song Yike hunched her neck and walked slowly, pretending not to hear the nurse at the small clinic window slapping the sign saying "24 hours open" and yelling that he was disturbing people's sleep and not knowing what was good or bad. He vaguely heard a car passing by on the main road outside the narrow alley behind him. He measured the time and thought it was some distant neighbor who was busy getting out of his car to go to the morning market to buy goods. He squeezed the plastic in his hand hard. He moved his bag under the wall for fear of getting in the way, and almost reached the end of the narrow alley in a daze, only to realize that a series of footsteps were following behind him, blocking him silently.

Song Yike sniffed twice through his stuffy nose, raised his heavy eyelids, took a step back, and saw a pair of shining silver handcuffs almost pressed against his waist. He tried to raise a strong flashlight to force him to kneel on the spot, but his feet suddenly stepped into a mud puddle, and the icy mud poured directly into the edges of his shoes and trousers. After staggering for two steps, his strength completely relaxed. , threw the flashlight away with his hand, and rolled it to the side of Song Yike's sneakers. He bent down and picked it up, shook the dirty water before handing it back to the visitor, and nodded timidly.

"Officer Xiao...morning?"

"Uh... Xiao Song, are you early too?" Xiao Letian supported the wall to steady his legs, nodded and thanked Song Yike for "rescuing", then cleared his throat awkwardly, and hesitated for a while holding the cuffs in his hands. , then he looked at Song Yike, whose face was sickly and crimson, a little unbearably, and put the handcuffs on as gently as possible: "...Why don't you run away?"

"How can anyone run away when they see a police officer?"

Jiang Mo parked the car at the end of the alley with the intention of blocking it but failed. He raised his head and saw two heads lying on the wall beside the road, brushing their teeth and looking around. He raised his hand to signal Xiao Letian to buckle Song Yike's coat and hat for him first. , turned around and scanned around the car to no avail, so he simply took off his coat, walked forward a few steps quickly, put a hand on the handcuffed wrist of the security guard, then looked at his somewhat dull panic, and took it He glanced at the plastic bag from the clinic, which was about to be torn apart, and frowned.

The village committee cadre, who couldn't sleep after answering two calls from the police in the middle of the night, rushed to the door of Song Yike's temporary rented short house, panting. Xiao Letian, who had been communicating throughout the whole process, was pushed over by Jiang Mo to explain the basic situation of the possible follow-up search with the procedures. Song Yike was placed in the back seat of the car, quietly holding a bottle of mineral water. Take a sip every now and then.

"My forehead is quite hot."

Jiang Mo was dangling his pockets outside the car door to wake up. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Song Yike, who was shivering next to the open window. He turned up the heater with his hand, and then looked at the little security guard whose face was really sluggish and red. With a look on his face, he placed his hand on his forehead, holding the anti-inflammatory medicine box in a small plastic bag and carefully looking for the dosage specifications, "My physical condition needs to be verified, but this anti-inflammatory medicine should be edible. What did the clinic just say?" Do you have a dose?" Song Yike's brain was so burned that his whole body was numb. He subconsciously shrank back when Jiang Mo's cold back of his hand touched him. He looked at her longingly for a while before he finally heard the question, and mumbled something from his throat. He said a hoarse "No", holding back his grievance until his eyes were red.

"Whenever I catch a cold, I always take two capsules for the first time... I don't know if this works in your case. Anyway, it won't cause any serious problems." Jiang Mo didn't bother to worry about it, so he took two capsules and handed them to Song Yike. After confirming that he drank water and swallowed, he threw the plastic bag on the center console in the front row. He tilted his upper body and glanced at Xiao Letian, who was still explaining to the village committee. He turned around and looked at Xiao Letian who didn't dare to look up. Security guard Xiao Song: "If someone saw it, they would think they'd give you a beating... Do you know why I came here to find you at this hour in the morning?"

Song Yike shook his head in panic at first. Mosquito snorted, which vaguely meant that he was not bullied. Then he paused for a few seconds and nodded slowly, "When you found me before, I didn't tell the truth. Manager before I’ve told you to hide things about your bosses if you can, and if you really can’t hide them, say less.”

"The injury on your body was not caused by the drunken guest who made trouble before. It was Chen Zuoyi, right?" Jiang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Yike's collar. Some finger marks can still be seen on the shoulder and neck. "When we called the police for questioning, It’s not very obvious, it’s basically hidden by the work shirts in your bar... How much do you know about Chen Zuoyi coming to the bar?”

"Boss Chen's matter... I'm not sure about it."

Song Yike seemed to still have some stress reaction after suffering the coercion. She pushed Jiang Mo's arm away with some effort, and then looked at the red back of her hand that hit the car door with some urgency. She sat there with red eyes and panted for a long time. After all, He curled up into a ball in frustration and said angrily: "I first went to a bar to apply for a security guard job...Mr. Luo didn't mind that I had a criminal record. I was very grateful to him, so later he told me...Chen When the boss wanted to... hire me, I didn't dare to refuse, for fear of losing my job. But Mr. Luo really never forced me... What happened that day... was all Boss Chen... Mr. Luo was no longer in the bar at that time, The manager didn’t expect this kind of thing to happen, so he asked me to have a good rest, but he didn’t expect—”

"Before the police cordoned off the scene, did you and Sister Qin contact the manager in advance using a private phone?" Jiang Mo looked through Song Yike's meager call records through the evidence bag, and glanced at the relevant records and records on the day Chen Zuoyi was murdered. The duration of the call and screenshots were sent to his mobile phone: "That is to say...you almost all lied when you were questioned for the first time."

"Sister Qin really doesn't know anything. She's not here at night. The security guard on duty with me probably doesn't know anything either... When he has nothing to do, he usually spends the night at the massage parlor behind the bar. His daughter My friend’s dormitory was there. The only person who stayed at the bar that night... was me... so... I was quite scared, so I did what the manager said."

Song Yike secretly looked up at Jiang Mo. When she caught him, he quickly lowered his head and said, "The manager said not to lie, just hide it... After all, if you know about Boss Chen and me, in the future... you will..." Causing trouble for Mr. Luo’s business..."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~

May "there be peace when you sing forever, and light when you walk alone."