sin drinker

Chapter 15 Four Unexpected Clues (1)
living ghost

The third child's home is a small two-story western-style building, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, the phoenix tree at the door has become a hug, full of greenery, and traces of a wealthy family can be seen.Standing at the door, Zheng Que thought about the fact that he was clad in a cultural shirt, and suddenly lost the courage to ring the doorbell. "Why don't we do it next time." He was a little afraid to look at Xu Ting.

The other party slapped his face with a smile: "Hey, what are you doing, here you are." She stretched out her hand generously and pressed the black and bright button, and pressed it vigorously. He heard the voice of the third child: "Here we come, don't rush."

The door opened, and there was a burst of astonishment on both sides. The third child did not expect that there was a girl next to Zheng Que, and Zheng Que did not expect that the third child was in such a situation at home: the same cultural shirts and pull-up boards were fine, and the apron outside what's going on?

There was a faint whistle sound, and the third child slapped his head: "Come in first, sit whatever you want, I'm still boiling the water." Zheng Que and Xu Ting followed his stomping steps into the room, The living room was found to be more empty than expected. The sofa and TV cabinet are a bit stylish, but there is nothing else.There were traces of a few picture frames on the wall, and thin dust accumulated on the floor, as if a lot of things had been removed.There were some cardboard boxes randomly piled up in the corner, with colorful foreign characters printed on the outside, which seemed to be medicines, Zheng really couldn't take a closer look, so he could only sit staring at Xu Ting.

"Hey, tell me, what's the situation in their house? Did something happen?" Seeing that Zheng Que was silent, Xu Ting choked down her voice, turned her head and squeezed Zheng Que's hand.He panicked for a while, not knowing whether to speculate or not, until the third child in the kitchen called out: "Zheng Que! Come here!" Zheng Que slipped away as if he had been pardoned.

After entering the kitchen, Zheng really knew what the third child was up to - the bowls in the sink were piled up to a foot high, and the third child buried his head in the pile of scum and struggled to wash, looking embarrassed and funny.Seeing Zheng Que staring at him blankly, the third child raised his leg and kicked his ass: "Go, there is Coke in the refrigerator, take it yourself." After thinking about it, he added, "I'll give it to your little girlfriend too. one."

Zheng Que likes the words "little girlfriend" a little bit, especially when it comes from the mouth of the third child.He didn't bother to deny it anymore, but he seemed to have suddenly found some capital to be on an equal footing with the third child—the third child had a girlfriend, and so did I, and the third child had an unknown and embarrassing life, so did I.Ah, by the way, where is the third child's little girlfriend?It didn't seem like it was going to appear.That's okay, a girl is already hard to resist, not to mention two... Zheng took a Coke and turned around, the youngest laughed at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Ah? No?" Zheng Que was baffled. When he raised his eyes and saw his own projection on the window glass, the corners of his mouth were indeed raised too far.He blushed, bit the bullet and had nothing to say: "I didn't expect you to do housework."

"Isn't there no way to do it? If I don't do it, whoever will do it." The third child's attitude is calm, as if it's only natural for a high school senior to work as a cleaner at home on weekends.Zheng Que didn't have the nerve to ask where his parents were, but the third child said it without hesitation: "My parents left last year and moved a lot of things, so they left a house. But that's okay, this house It’s expensive, and it’s still the property left by grandpa’s generation, and I don’t know if he’s smart or stupid.”

Zheng Ke nodded, and continued to chat with him: "My family is reversed, and only my dad is left... But it's almost the same as not having one." The eyes of the two boys dimmed at the same time, until the third child touched a bag When the baby rice noodles came out, he mixed a bowl of boiled water to make a thick paste, and he confirmed again and again that he read it correctly: "...you can't just eat this!"

"What?" The third child smiled wryly, hesitated for a few seconds before saying the second half of the sentence, "Do you still remember the younger brother I told you about?"

Zheng Que's heart trembled, and he remembered the gloomy eyes of the third child in the classroom that day when he had his hair cut: "Ah...you didn't say that he was dead..."

"The family told me not to let it out, I guess it's embarrassing." The third child stirred the rice cereal in his hand, and blew intermittently, "The car accident a year ago, the brain tissue spilled out, After I was rescued, I became stupid, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t eat, I was drooling all day long, and I had a bad temper, so I had to be locked upstairs, my mother was away busy, and I was the one to take care of eating and drinking.”

Zheng Que couldn't catch his breath, he turned over and over again like a repeater at the beginning of a sentence: "So...so you..."

The third child reached out and rubbed his head: "Don't think too much, my brother is much more handsome than you." The corners of his mouth turned up briefly, and then quickly pulled down. For a moment, his soul seemed to leave This kitchen went to a golden time and space, soaked in peace and joy, and felt even more heavy when it came back. When it arrived, he seemed to be bullied by his classmates..."

Now Zheng Ke finally put the cause and effect together: he is not a stand-in for an old man, but he has indeed been sheltered in good faith.The third brother's younger brother is a living ghost, hovering around his elder brother, accidentally leading him to help an unrelated self.Zheng Que was half moved and half astonished, he carefully looked at the third child's eyes: "Then, can I see him?"

"I called you here to meet you! But who told you to bring a little girl with you, it's going to be difficult now." The third child sighed, and suddenly heard the tired voice of a middle-aged woman from the living room :"I am back--"

"Huh? Why are you coming back at this hour..." The third child frowned, and greeted him with a bowl while muttering, trying to raise a pleasant tone: "Mom, some friends came to play at home today, and they all belong to the same school. It's Zheng Que, that girl is... what's that girl's name?" The youngest turned around and asked Zheng Que who was following behind, but saw that he was staring at the living room with an inexplicable bewildered expression on his face, and turned around again , I found that there was no girl, so I spread out a small folio on the sofa-"Handbook for Rehabilitation and Treatment of Craniocerebral Injury".The mother of the third child slapped the booklet and dropped it into the drawer. She raised her eyes and stared at Zheng Que. It was a beautiful face, but the expression was definitely not friendly: "Didn't you say don't go home?" Do you want to bring someone? You are good, one or two, are you still reading the book?"

The person was brought by Zheng Que, so he naturally felt the most embarrassed. Seeing that the third child's face darkened, he hurried to the front to apologize, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly heard an urgent and loud sound from outside:
"boom!"

It was a sound that Zheng Que had never heard before in his life. It was very close, very hard, very stuffy, and so heavy that the floor under his feet trembled, just once, but the tremor made Zheng Que inexplicably flustered.He opened his mouth and looked at the third child in confusion, who also had a strange expression on his face. This strange silence was not broken until the third child's mother suddenly changed her face.She pushed Zheng Que away and rushed upstairs like crazy. Zheng Que staggered two steps and fell backwards. It came from the second floor—it was Xu Ting's voice.

Surprise attack
Zheng Yuan knew that it was impossible for Wu Hui to compromise so easily. It could even be said that from the first meeting he had confirmed that this man would cling to the final truth, no matter torture or lure, it was impossible for him to let go easily.Therefore, when Wu Hui showed an almost candid expression, Zheng Yuan was greatly surprised.Of course he didn't readily admit it, but he didn't go around denying it anymore. He just sat there with his shoulders slumped, and said to him word by word: "And then?"

"What then?"

"And what about the man? Is he well? Is he doing well?"

There was a little uncertainty in Wu Hui's eyes, but Zheng Yuan really hoped that he could give him an answer. "I don't know what. Then, I'm not God. I just know a little bit of criminal mind. If you tell me who he is, his growth history, his emotional experience, I may be able to deduce a rough model, but you don't know anything. I won’t tell me.” Zheng Yuan’s voice contained helplessness, “The only clue is like a slice of organ tissue, whether it’s the heart or the lung, I can only see if there is any disease in this slice, but you let I drew a human face out of it, sorry I couldn't."

Zheng Yuan saw the real disappointment on Wu Hui's face.The disappointment overwhelmed him, and a little absurd sympathy drove him to say something else.

"However, with these slices, I can understand a little bit of trivial things, about that man, and about you."

Wu Hui did not object, and Zheng Yuan continued: "If I remember correctly, the number of drug addicts in the country has reached 234 million as of this year, and most of them rely on the assistance of family members and friends for compulsory treatment. I I have guessed whether this man is your brother, but it is not like, blood siblings will be more intimate, and the way you treat him is with a little distance, the only bed, too neat bedding, this kind of deliberately pleasing is only It will be in a relationship of looking up. He smells of high-end perfume, he should be a person who pays attention to the quality of life, obviously not in the same class as you. People who are richer will tend to be more active in problem solving, and now use drugs Death is not a crime, a high-level drug rehabilitation center is more comfortable than a sanatorium, how did he go through you to force drug rehabilitation? Or let me put it more directly—”

"How can rich people be friends with poor ghosts." Wu Hui continued the words straightly, "Let's put it this way, if there is such a person...we are not friends."

"I never said you were."

"Then you're contradicting yourself. Not family, not friends, so what are we?"

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to say that you two are lovers?" Zheng Yuan's fingers were a little numb due to lack of heating in the interrogation room. He sighed, shivering, and shoved a photo in front of Wu Hui—— ——It was the closet of Wu Hui's house. Xu Ziqian's photos were displayed in it. It was a clumsy private photo exhibition. Zheng Yuan drew a circle on it with a pen. "Why are these photos in the closet? Why is the closet placed in such a strange position with its back to the head of the bed? Because you don't want another person in the room to see it. If he doesn't know Xu Ziqian, does it matter if he doesn't see it? After all, he He's a heavily drugged prisoner, preoccupied with himself, and it's hard to say anything about you secretly filming a young woman."

Wu Hui's pupils shrank a little.Normally, Zheng Yuan should be able to receive this dangerous signal, but the answer is so close, he couldn't help ignoring the flashing killing intent: "I can only speculate boldly that he knows Xu Ziqian, not only does he know him, but he also knows Xu Ziqian. The relationship is quite close. From the perspective of the current relationship network, the only one who meets the conditions seems to be her future..."

Zheng Yuan was once attacked by an animal.Not afraid of people's jokes, it's a monkey.It was brought by an old man doing morning exercises in the park. It used to belong to a Shanxi man who played monkeys.The monkey is no longer young, with messy hair and a bald circle around the neck worn by the iron chain, but after all, it is small, with big eyes, holding a piece of pear and gnawing on it, and looks harmless to humans and animals.A group of poor kids who had never been to a zoo circled around the monkey in amazement.At that time, Zheng Yuan was seven years old and an eight year old dog would hate it. The bad water in his stomach burst into bursts, and he couldn't hold it back. The marble in his hand "slapped" and hit the monkey's tail.

Zheng Yuan will never forget the rest of his life—he didn’t even see how the monkey moved, he only knew that it was still in place one second, and it was riding on his head the next second, accompanied by a blurry afterimage for a moment, There were seven holes in his neck, and blood was bubbling.The pain came very late, but it lasted for a long time. When Wu Hui rushed over to overturn him, Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed the monkey's sharp teeth again.

"There are so many ways to kill you!" Wu Hui pressed him firmly, holding his hair with one hand to make him unable to move. Zheng Yuan's pen came into his hand at some point, and the tip of the pen poked an artery, it was hard and cold .At the same time, the door of the interrogation room slammed open, Wang Shiqi rushed in with two people, and three guns pointed at Wu Hui's vitals at the same time.

"Wait first!" Zheng Yuan raised his hand a second before Wang Shiqi pulled the trigger, "I'm fine! Don't be impulsive!"

Wang Shiqi's gun didn't move at all: "I'll count to three and get up by myself, or I'll shoot—"

Wu Hui suddenly leaned over to his ear, his voice was so low that it was close to a whisper: "Don't investigate any further."

Zheng Yuan turned his head to look at him in surprise, the other party's eyes were filled with real prayers.

"one!"

"Please... just take pity on me... everyone has already paid the price... don't investigate any further."

"two!"

"Go to the statue of Our Lady in the Thanksgiving Church, where the evidence they want is buried."

"three--"

The tension on his neck suddenly loosened, Wu Hui raised his hand and stood up, and was knocked to the ground by Wang Shiqi in the next second.The muffled sound of punches and punches made Zheng Yuan want to vomit, he gasped for breath, and tugged on Wang Shiqi's trousers: "Enough."

"It's okay if you don't beat me up, play tricks with me!" Wang Shiqi's eyes turned red from the beating.Zheng Yuan tugged again: "You should let me get up first."

Only then did Wang Shiqi withdraw his hand angrily, and his colleagues rushed up to escort Wu Hui out. "Are you okay?" Wang Shiqi stretched out his hand to touch the ink stain on Zheng Yuan's neck. Fortunately, it was not broken. "Where's the leg? Did you touch it?"

Zheng Yuan lay on the ground and shook his head: "Everything is fine, but the hairstyle is messed up."

Wang Shiqi finally smiled, and his tense nerves relaxed.The wheelchair fell to the side, and he picked it up and adjusted it again.Zheng Yuan stood up holding his shoulders, and carefully sat back in his seat.

"To be honest, don't hold back where it hurts, it's not ashamed."

"My face hurts, okay?" Zheng Yuan patted the ashes on his sleeve, "But he doesn't really want to kill me."

"You know again, next time you have to stab your stomach." Wang Shiqi frowned, "By the way, what did he just tell you?"

"what?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, treat me like I'm blind." Wang Shiqi picked up Zheng Yuan's pen, and the ink tank broke off, missing his hand. He raised his hand to throw it away, but Zheng Yuan took it back. He turned over a photo, and in the Write that address in the space provided.

"What is this? Thanksgiving Hall?"

"There's a little church in the city. Go and see it. He says the proof is under the Madonna."

Fall
The stairs to the second floor are dark honey-colored wood grain, classic and generous, with the same color of wooden skirting and handrails, eighteen steps, a small turn, and then nine steps.Countless times in the future, this staircase will be played back in a loop in Zheng Que's nightmares. Sometimes his whole body is bound by ropes, sometimes his legs and feet are as heavy as lead, and sometimes he feels nothing. Hurry up slowly, but still can't reach the destined end-a small door that is half closed, with stagnant gray fog overflowing from the gap, and a long female voice repeats like a broken radio: "You...it's you !"

Zheng really knew that this was the day, the day when he would never be able to escape.That day Zheng Zhen ran very fast, and the third child ran even faster, and the wooden treads of the stairs creaked and rattled, giving people the illusion that they were crumbling.The second floor is a narrow corridor, four charcoal-black wooden doors facing each other silently, only the last door is ominously ajar, through it, Zheng Zhen caught a glimpse of Xu Ting slumped on the floor, with her back to them, only to see See shoulders and wrists twitch thinly.Farther away, there are open glass sliding doors, gauze curtains lifted by the wind, and small balconies with mottled trees and sunlight.Farther away, the brick-red roof of the church is lined in a deep green sea of ​​trees, rippling like a boat swaying leisurely in the blue waves.On Sunday, the soft sound of singing hovered in the air with the warm fumigated wind, and it was as peaceful as a long nap. The world was still at this moment, until the third mother, that beautiful, dignified, and cold middle-aged woman The man suddenly let out a howl.

(End of this chapter)