ghost market

Spnstyle new notice, today and tomorrow due to accidents, I have no time to surf the Internet for a whole day, and it will be completely fixed the day after tomorrow. I will restore the update first, and move the server to ensure that the data on both sides is synchronized. 2013930

spn time flies.

In a blink of an eye, I have been living in this small village for nearly three years.

Although the days here are peaceful and comfortable, my heart is becoming more and more anxious day by day.During this long period of time, my past memory has not recovered at all.Every time I try to think deeply, my eyes will turn black for a while.The most serious time, I even fainted out of nowhere, so Uncle Xing hurriedly invited Uncle Cyclops, if I didn't wake up not long after, they were going to put me in a car and take me to the hospital.

If I use an easy-to-understand example to illustrate, my situation is like running a large-scale 3 game with extremely high requirements on a computer with extremely low configuration, and it will freeze as soon as it runs.If the desperate plan continues, the only result that can be obtained is a crash.

I don't know who I am, I don't know my past. [

The psychological torment brought about by this kind of "confusion" is absolutely incomprehensible to those who have not experienced it.

I don't know if there are parents to take care of at home, I don't know if my wife and children are waiting for my return, I don't even know if I have a home, and where is it?

I seldom grieve, seldom laugh, and even less miss this emotion.

Because these emotions are shared by no one except Uncle Xing, and there is no one in my blank memory that I miss.

I feel like a puppet made of wood, just doing everything mechanically every day.

Alive, but dead.

This kind of torture has reached the limit of my endurance, and the desire to find my past in my heart is like a fire in a steel furnace, burning my will all the time.However, the original fear of his own identity still exists, just like the hard alloy furnace body, tightly imprisoning the hot molten steel in the furnace, no matter how raging the fire underneath, it has never loosened a bit.

I can't spend my life like this!

This kind of thinking drives me to do something, so I take every opportunity to sell fish in the small town, and in the small, dilapidated Internet cafe in the town, with only 4 old computers, I am obsessed. Inquiring about all wanted warrants about criminals.

The good news is that during these nearly three years, I haven't found a photo of myself on any wanted notice.This kind of result made the plan of "going north to the capital" that was suppressed in my heart come to the fore again.

After that, something happened that directly turned this plan into reality.

It was an afternoon in midsummer, and an uncle who seemed to be past his age came to the home of Uncle Xing and me.

This uncle's name is Chi Xiangdong, the head of the Beijing Criminal Investigation Team, and an old comrade in arms of Uncle Xing.

When they were in Xinjiang, the two of them were in the same company. Uncle Xing was the squad leader and Chi Xiangdong was his squad deputy.Later on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, Uncle Xing was the company commander and Chi Xiangdong was the political commissar.

Over ten years of iron and blood career, the two old brothers have always supported each other to get through.According to Uncle Chi, Uncle Xing dragged his old life back from the pile of dead people in a daze, which shows the friendship between the two old brothers.

Later, Uncle Xing gave up his position in the army and returned to a remote village. After staying in the army for a few years, Chi Xiangdong became a policeman.Doing the math, the last time the two old comrades met was four or five years ago.Therefore, Uncle Chi, who missed his savior very much, found a vacation and came to the small village to visit, and planned to stay for a while to catch up with his old brother.

Perhaps influenced by Uncle Xing's bravery in the army, this Uncle Chi is very fond of martial arts, and even a little addicted to martial arts.Since he knew that I also have good kung fu, he pestered me every day to learn from each other.

Uncle Chi is forthright and open-minded, very easy to get along with.Besides, I planned to use his identity to inquire about my worries, so I accompanied him every day to visit the surrounding natural scenery, learn Chinese martial arts, and inquire about some news along the way.

The old criminal policeman's professional sense of smell is really keen, and within a few days he sensed something wrong with the temptation in my words, so he called Uncle Xing to give me a "three-court interrogation". [

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is not an option to hide and hide. Coupled with the recent Internet inquiries, I have some confidence in my heart.So, I became cruel, and in front of the two elders, I vomited the worries that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time.

Unexpectedly, these two half-centenarian old men listened to my words, and laughed in a very imageless manner, leaning back and forth, and the table was clattered "bang bang", and even a lot of dust on the beams of the house was shaken off.

It wasn't until the two of you saw that my eyes were burning, and there were indeed signs of turning my face, that they tried their best to stop laughing and told me the reason.

While rubbing his stomach, Uncle Chi said, "You are so interesting, kid! Do you think a tattoo is a triad? A fugitive with a knife? A killer?! Hehe, where do you watch movies? Let me tell you, There is no real "underworld" at all in the whole country. Even those gangsters on the street, or some criminals, they get tattoos of "dragon", "tiger", "scorpion" and so on. It’s just something that is very bluffing, how can it be made so that no one can understand it like you!”

"Yeah, a tattoo doesn't mean anything. It's a kind of folk custom. Many ethnic minorities, even many soldiers in our time have it. It often represents a kind of spiritual belief." Uncle Xing interjected As he spoke, he took off his shirt to reveal the black angry lion tattoo on his back.

"Hehe, that's right. I also have this tattoo. It was a glorious mark of our company back then." Uncle Chi said, took a sip from his teacup, and then said, "Nowadays, many young people will get one in pursuit of fashion. You Too much thought! Although not being able to think of anything means that everything is possible, but you don’t have to only think about the bad.”

After listening to the explanations of these two elders, my heart became more firm, so I proposed the plan of "going north to the capital" with some hesitation.

Uncle Xing was slightly stunned when he heard it, then sighed, and said, "Oh! Now I'm an old man left. But you are on business, you should go! Just remember to come back and see if you have time!"

"Hey! What are you talking about? Are you over 50? You're still an old man! According to you, I'm older?" Seeing that he was a little depressed, Uncle Chi said jokingly.

After all, Uncle Xing is also an open-minded person by nature, and the sadness in his heart was suppressed by the old brother's gag.Instead, I entrusted Uncle Chi with chatter, endlessly explaining all kinds of things for him to help me.Until the end, Uncle Chi patted his chest and said, "Anyway, my sons and daughters, Asheng, let me raise them as my sons!"

When Uncle Xing heard this, he happily stopped talking. Now, I have another godfather.

That night, our third son had a good drink, even if it was a ceremony of worshiping the godfather, it was also a practice for me.Not long after, I followed Uncle Chi to the north and embarked on a journey to find the past...

The capital city is bustling with traffic every day, bustling and noisy, and the secluded small village by the South China Sea really seems to be located in two completely different worlds.

Sitting at the table, I just finished writing a letter to Uncle Xing, so I couldn't help but lit a cigarette and recalled the details of life here.

Time flies by, and it has been four years since I came to the capital.From the unfamiliar trembling at the beginning to the familiar feeling like a duck to water, the experience is really hard to describe in detail.It is a pity that my memory has never been recovered, and the act of searching for clues has not brought any results. It seems that the matter of finding my life experience has become an illusory and empty dream.

However, empty dreams are often the ultimate reason for our real existence!So, I'm still trying to find it.Besides, in terms of my current job, things like finding people and things are extremely convenient.

I'm Mu Qisheng, a private detective.

This profession may sound mysterious at first glance, but it is not.There is no corresponding official license to work in this industry, and the external signboard can only be "a certain business consulting company".The usual business is not as thrilling and exciting as in the movies. Most of them are small things like follow-up, tracing people, and finding objects.

There is no threshold in this industry, and care and patience are actually the most basic needs.Of course, if you want to do well, the skill of "good at dealing with people" is essential...

A scream of "Ah~" broke the tranquility of the afternoon.Of course, I can't continue to recall.

This screaming woman is Xia Qianqian, one of the only "two and a half" staff here, my secretary.The other one is naturally me, who is also the boss, investigator, accountant and so on.The remaining "half" of the story is relatively long, so we will not list it for the time being.

Xia Qianqian is 24 years old this year. She is a graduate student in the Department of Archeology of Peking University. However, she majors in cultural and cultural affairs and is very good at sorting and sorting out materials.As the name suggests, this girl is slightly slender and has a delicate appearance. At first glance, she really looks like a flamboyant and weak lady in ancient times.However, the saying that people should not be judged by their appearance is very reasonable.This girl is actually not weak at all, she is extremely mobile, and her personality is still a bit confused.So, since she became my secretary, I have spent almost every day in the screams and "jingling" sounds made by her for more than a year. [

I hurried around the screen, intending to see what this girl did to scream again, but what I saw in front of me made me stunned.

I saw a man who was completely black from head to toe standing at the open gate.

"Girl, I'm sorry! I scared you." The man in black lifted the black veil on his face while talking.

This is a man over half a century old, his pale face is covered with deep traces of time, and there are some short and embarrassing gray beards on his chin.He was wearing an old-fashioned black tunic suit, a straw hat wrapped in black cloth, and black gauze hanging from the brim of the hat.In his hand, which was as pale as his face, he was carrying a very worn-out old-fashioned leather bag, and the word "tourism" was printed on the bottom corner of the bag, which was already somewhat blurred.The feet in the black cloth shoes were tightly pressed together, which seemed a little cramped.

"Grandpa, hello! Please come in if you have anything to say." I greeted and walked towards the door.

"Excuse me, is this No. 7 South Street 2013? I'm looking for someone." The old man looked into the room and said in a hoarse voice.

This question made me a little puzzled. Generally, people who come to my company will always ask for the name of the company "Compass".

"That's right, this is 7, No. 2013 South Street, who are you looking for?" I asked casually when I walked up to him.

"I don't know the name of this person, so I'm looking for someone from here." The old man made a mistake later on, as if he didn't want to get in touch with people, and said this somewhat inexplicable answer.

"Hey~, it's just the two of us here, can you tell me what's the matter?" I pointed to Xia Qianqian and me, and replied.

"Oh, I want to ask you to help me find someone, can you?"

"Yes, we are specialized in these businesses, come in and tell me." I greeted the old man to enter the house, and at the same time motioned for Xiaoqian to pour water.

The room I rented is not very big, it is a penthouse duplex in a residential building.The upstairs is my residence, and the downstairs is all connected, only separated by a screen. Not far from the door is a set of sofas for receiving guests.

I wanted to turn around and greet the old man to sit down on the sofa, but I didn't expect him to have already sat on the sofa opposite. The speed of walking was unbelievable, and I didn't seem to hear the sound of footsteps...

After touching my nose, I sat down on the sofa and said to the old man opposite, "Who are you looking for? Do you have any information?"

"My daughter, her name is Zhou Xiaomei." With some difficulty, the old man unzipped the tight zipper of the old leather bag, took out a photo, and approached me from the coffee table.

The black and white photos are slightly yellowed, it seems that the shooting time has not been short.In the photo is a bust of a girl, about 17 years old, wearing a simple and youthful ponytail and wearing a school uniform.This girl has beautiful features, a round face, and a spirit in her big eyes.

"She left home before graduating from high school. We haven't been in touch for a long time..." The old man paused, as if he didn't want to talk about some things. "I've been hearing about her from her aunt. In the past year, her aunt couldn't find her either."

"Besides the photo and name, do you have any other clues?"

"I only know that she used to work as a waitress in a place called 'Drunk East', and that she had a partner named Zhang Qiang, who used to be from our village and also worked there." The contents of the bag were poured onto the coffee table.

It was bundles of banknotes, most of which were old banknotes, and a few small change notes. Each bundle was tightly tied with rubber bands, and it seemed that they were carefully sorted out.

"I only have this 10 yuan. It was originally used as a dowry for Xiaomei..." The old man lowered his head slightly, then raised it abruptly, and said anxiously, "I'll give you all this money! I don't know if it's enough." If it’s not enough, please help me if it’s not enough, I really can’t help it! Help me find my daughter, something may have happened to her..."

"An accident? What happened? How did you know?" The old man's words made me alert. The word 'accident' can be big or small. If there is any sign of a criminal case, I would suggest him to call the police.According to the rules, we absolutely do not touch criminal or political cases.

"Mr. said... hey, in short, you can help me find it, others can't help you!" The old man seemed eager to explain, but he couldn't say a lot of words, and there was a sad anxiety on his old face.

I pondered for a while, picked up the two bundles of money on the coffee table, and said to the old man: "Grandpa, how about it, I will try my best to find it for you, and this money will be considered as a deposit. If we find it, we will count it. If If I don’t find it, I won’t charge anything else.”

"It's all right! I'll give it all to you! I'll give it all to you! My husband told me that only the people here can help me..." The old man's attitude was very firm, and his pale hand gave me the money again.

"Well, you leave me a contact information first." I smiled, and passed the note and pen on the coffee table.While he was writing, I took the leather bag beside me, put the remaining money on the coffee table back, zipped it up, and put it back beside the old man.

Just as the old man was about to say something, I interrupted him with my hand and said, "I'll get you the contract, and we'll talk about the rest later."

After that, I got up and walked back behind the screen.When I took two contracts and walked past the screen, the old man on the sofa disappeared? !

"Xiaoqian, what about the old man?" I shouted while running to the door to look out.

"Aren't you just sitting there? Eh?" Xia Qianqian poked her head out from behind the computer screen, obviously she was also a little dazed about the old man's sudden disappearance.

There was no one in the corridor, only the voice-activated lights that didn’t work well were turned on by our voices, hanging from the ceiling flickering like sick.

I shook my head and walked back to the sofa, only to see an old black leather bag neatly placed on the coffee table.I unzipped it and took a look.really!Those carefully bundled banknotes were lying obediently inside.

I picked up the note pad next to me, took out my mobile phone, and dialed the neatly written number on the paper.The phone rang a lot, until it hung up automatically, and no one answered.

I looked at the note, and besides this group of numbers that looked like a fixed line in a certain place in Hebei, there was only one neatly written name: Zhou Jiadong, and other things.

It seems that the old man will not be found in a short time, so I had no choice but to pick up the old leather bag and walk back to my desk. After putting the leather bag in the bookcase, I checked the place 'Drunk East' on the Internet. .Thinking of the very anxious expression on the old man's face, I feel a little empathetic. I wonder if my family members have ever looked for me so anxiously?

"Touching" my nose, I hurriedly drove these negative emotions out of my mind, carefully checked the information, and planned to finish this case as soon as possible, and try to give the old man a happy answer.

However, I am still ignorant, and I don't know how.The gate of fate opened quietly at this moment, and the strange and turbulent waves of blood behind the gate are rushing towards me...