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Chapter 34 Extra Story: Long-distance Travel (3)
"Look, isn't this here? I just said, you have to look at me at the critical moment..." Wang Shiqi forced his throat, his hands had already been stuck in the mud, and the shoes hadn't been taken out after a long time, Zheng Yuan looked at His wooden face was rather impatient.

"What's the matter? Your hand is clamped." Seeing that Wang Shiqi was not moving, Zheng Yuan simply went to help him pull it out. After a while, Wang Shiqi's hand was pulled out, but the thing he was holding made both of them stunned.

It was a hand, or rather, a human hand turned into a handful of bones.

Looking at the muddy human bone in his hand, Wang Shiqi's eyes were straightened.It was Zheng Yuan who came to his senses and took a slap from his hand.

"Don't be afraid, maybe you rushed into someone's ancestral grave." Zheng Yuan comforted him, while biting the bullet and looked inside—the wet mud was still slowly sliding down, scattered half-skeletons gradually revealed their shapes , there is no coffin, it is only wrapped in a messy white cloth, it seems that the foot he stepped on stepped on someone's hand.Zheng Yuan's scalp was still numb, and there was a shutter sound next to his ear, and when he turned his head, Wang Shiqi was pulling the photo outside the stand.

"Pervert, you, are you filming all of this?"

"Who knows if it's a crime scene? My father said that we should leave evidence in everything." Wang Shiqi stood up and held up the photo to see clearly, but his eyes couldn't focus. Supported him from behind.

"Wang, are you okay!" Zheng Yuan's anxious voice fluctuated, his face was like an overexposed photo, even his facial features were blurred.Wang Shiqi thought of Zheng Yuan's words, and felt that it was time to repeat them:
"...Hey, tell me, we won't die here, right?"

Before Zheng Yuan could answer, there were waves of shouts from behind, as if rescue was coming. "Look, it's so easy to die, hold on, someone is coming to save us!"

The footsteps came from far to near, Wang Shiqi squeezed out a smile and closed his eyes.

When Wang Shiqi woke up again, all he could see was the yellowed ceiling, the old-fashioned crystal chandelier and the dusty floral wallpaper—they came back again, Lily Hotel, Shenghui 97 for one night, without breakfast.

"Are you awake?" Zheng Yuan leaned over, holding a glass of water in his hand. "Don't talk, drink some first, put sugar."

Wang Shiqi took Zheng Yuan's hand and gulped down half a cup, took a breath, and finally came to his senses: "How did we get down?"

"The owner of the store has found us and brought us a way." Zheng Yuan rubbed his shoulders: "Your boy is really heavy."

"Then did you call the police?" Wang Shiqi struggled to get up, his wound throbbing: "There is also a doctor, find me a doctor!"

Zheng Yuan pushed him back to the bed: "It's alright, little prince, the boss has already called the police, let's wait." He brought over a bowl of porridge: "Have something to eat?"

"He's going?" Wang Shiqi frowned: "Why don't you go?"

"Your old man is like this, can I go?" Zheng Yuan slowly stirred the rice grains in the bowl: "Besides, we have lost our bags, one has no mobile phone and the other has no money. There is no phone in this hotel. I Where do you go to call the police?"

"No, I still don't think this is right." Wang Shiqi grabbed Zheng Yuan and said, "Stop eating! Let's go quickly! Now!"

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Zheng Yuan was dragged staggeringly by him, and while going downstairs, he had to worry about the master in front of him not to just roll down.When he got to the gate and pressed the handle, Wang Shiqi's face completely collapsed.

"It's locked! Look! I'll tell you there's a problem!" Wang Shiqi paced back and forth in a daze. There was no window in the lobby on the first floor, so if he wanted to get out, he had to go back to his room and jump out of the window.

"Don't be so extreme, can you? How can this matter be so mysterious? There is no one else in the store. Isn't it normal for the boss to go out and lock the door?"

"I'm extreme?" Wang Shiqi yelled: "If you don't believe me, I'll show you something." He pulled Zheng Yuan to the front of the wedding photo, took out the stand-up photo from his arms and stretched it out in front of Zheng Yuan's eyes: "I was Look familiar, take a closer look," Wang Shiqi pointed at the skeleton, "Don't tell me it's just a coincidence..."

Only then did Zheng Yuan see clearly that the corpse in the photo was not wrapped in a white cloth, but was wearing a wedding dress.Even though it's muddy, it still shows the cheap chemical fiber veil, the big plastic pearls, and the big funny crepe bead flower on the left collar shoulder, which is exactly the same.

"...Is the room you mentioned before 109?" Zheng Yuan had a headache: "It seems that we need to take a look."

When the two of them kicked open the door of room 109, it proved that what Wang Shiqi said was true—white silk, incense, portraits, offerings, and the photo of Sister Meng who had a half-smile, staring at them with dark eyes. .

"Look... I just said... it's her... she's dead... she's still following us..." Wang Shiqi trembled, struggling and trying to run away.Zheng Yuan grabbed hold of it and didn't dare to let go, feeling like he was holding a mad Tibetan mastiff: "Listen to me! Calm down! There must be no ghost in here! Even if there is, it's someone's trick! We have to run away You have to find out who is hiding first!"

"Why not! Yesterday on the mountain! You took the picture yourself! And the day before yesterday! The night before yesterday! I clearly heard her talking in this room! Open the door and disappear!"

Wang Shiqi was still struggling, but Zheng Yuan's hands were sore from pulling, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he just punched his wound, Wang Shiqi suffered from the pain, and finally he was honest. "Don't be afraid, let me think about it, there must be something wrong with this matter." Zheng Yuan let go of Wang Shiqi, raised his finger and pointed behind his back: "First of all, what you said can be done by anyone, remember our room The door through it?"

"You mean... the bathroom?" Wang Shiqi walked over blankly and opened the inferior wooden door. Sure enough, the same door appeared on the opposite side, leading directly to 108 next door.

"The voice you heard that day should be someone talking here, and when they found you coming, they quickly hid from the bathroom to the next door." Zheng Yuan frowned: "But the question now is, why are they avoiding you?"

Wang Shiqi slowly came back to his senses: "It must be because I was afraid that I would find out something..."

"For example, a sister Meng who should be dead but is still alive." Zheng Yuan stared at the portrait thoughtfully, "Supposing that sister Meng really died, the store owner buried her on the mountain and hung her up at 109. Portrait, then why can we meet Mengjie who showed us the way again?" Zheng Yuan paused, "Generally speaking, there is only one possibility, the real Mengjie is dead, and the current Mengjie is a person who is very similar to her. Stand-in. As long as this sister Meng is alive, no one will know about the death of the real sister Meng, for example, you who ran to 109 in the middle of the night and saw the portrait..."

"So the one who wanted to kill us yesterday was..." After hearing what Zheng Yuan said, Wang Shiqi's face became even more ugly, "So the boss and the fake Mengjie killed the real Mengjie and secretly buried her in Fenghuang Ridge..."

"But if that's the case, why set up mourning halls for people, hang portraits, and play songs in the middle of the night?"

"Maybe it's a pervert?" Wang Shiqi stared, "Don't forget, they shot at me and almost drowned you!"

"Didn't that guy miss the shot too? And I... I was..." Zheng Yuan hesitated, and saw the woman's hand stretching out to him in front of his eyes. In a piece of cold pool water, the tactile sensation was so clear, With cocoons of perennial labor, the palms are still soft and warm, like every low-level woman struggling to live, like his former mother.

"Who knows if he did it on purpose or he's not good at marksmanship!" Wang Shiqi kicked the brazier on the ground angrily, and the ashes of the paper money scattered all over the ground.Zheng Yuan felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly bent down to help him, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of rubber shoes covered with wet mud between his legs.

A gloomy voice came from behind: "...I told you not to wander around, why didn't you listen?"

It was the shop owner. He came back with a gun in his hand.

It’s not that Zheng Yuan never thought about dying, but he never thought about dying like this—his hands and feet were tied tightly, he fell into the bathtub, and the water from the faucet slowly drowned his neck—yes, he was lying beside him Looking at an unconscious Wang Shiqi, this time he rushed over and was knocked unconscious by the butt of a gun. His death was so strange that his life was not in vain.

"Don't move, you are honest, you can die comfortably." The shop owner sat beside him with a gun, and there was no wave in his eyes: "I worked so hard to cook porridge, but you didn't eat it. It's a pity, sleeping pills have been put in there, and you may not realize that you are dead at this moment."

"You...you killed us, someone will investigate..." The water had already reached his nostrils, and Zheng Yuan stretched his neck in vain.The shop owner sneered: "Who said I killed you? You went to climb Fenghuang Ridge yesterday, and you accidentally encountered a mudslide and were washed into the pool. By the time someone finds you, you should have been drowned for a long time—— It's a pity, at such a young age, why can't I miss Ai running around. If I see something I shouldn't see, that's the only way to go."

When death was imminent, Zheng Yuan wanted to cry a little, but more unwillingly, he stared at the shop owner as if he wanted to nail him through: "So did you kill Sister Meng like this? Drown your own wife In the bathtub? Go to the mountain and dig a hole to bury? Is this what you call a good relationship for a hundred years?"

"Shut up!" The store owner stood up abruptly, pointing the muzzle of the gun directly at Zheng Yuan's eyebrows: "I didn't kill her! How could I kill her!"

"You didn't kill her? Then why did you kill us to silence us? Tell me, did you fall in love with Sister Meng, and in order to get along with her, you simply killed your own wife, and it's over..."

"You nonsense! I didn't! I didn't want her to die... I didn't want to... You know, on the day she died, she was as beautiful as when she first married me. When I put her on the wedding dress, She seems to be asleep... She shouldn't die, it's you who deserves to die! It's you!"

The shop owner dropped the gun and rushed over, forcing Zheng Yuan's head into the water.The lack of oxygen made Zheng Yuan's struggles weaker and weaker. Through the swaying water waves, he seemed to see the illusion again - Sister Meng in a dark red floral dress appeared behind the shop owner. This time, she raised her The gun on the ground.

after one day.

When it came, it was a wobbly green leather car, and when it came back, it was already a police car roaring forward.He was about to go home, but Wang Shiqi curled up in the back seat with his legs curled up, his face full of displeasure.Zheng Yuan stayed beside him under a blanket, looking serious like a victim, but his complexion was much better than his.

"It's all right now, why is your face still so sad?" Seeing Wang Shiqi ignoring himself, Zheng Yuan took his elbow and punched him in the stomach: "Could it be that I feel distressed after losing my camera?"

"No, I'm just..." Wang Shiqi's expression was mixed with confusion and disgust: "I can't figure it out, buried my wife secretly, and found his wife's sister to pretend to be a substitute, just to continue to get her a few hundred yuan a month for subsistence allowances Money? How can people be so bad?"

Zheng Yuan withdrew his hand: "It's not that being poor is bad, being poor is just..." He couldn't continue, he thought of his own family's situation, and he didn't expect others to understand the feeling of having to pick every penny out of the mud .

Wang Shiqi argued hard: "It's not bad, because we can't hide it from us, so he planned to kill us..."

"Okay, no matter what, we will be saved by others." Zheng Yuan patted him on the shoulder, remembering the fake "Sister Meng" who was arrested. When Wang Shiqi was unconscious, the shop owner had already gone back to the mountain to dispose of it. Skeletons, she can pretend that they have never appeared, and let them be abandoned in the pool, buried under the mudslide, and slowly become a nameless skeleton like the real sister Meng.But she ended up injuring the store owner and calling the police.She didn't want them to die, she didn't want them from the beginning to the end, maybe as she said, she and the shop owner just wanted to scare them away at first, but they didn't expect that they could bump into the corpses they buried with their own hands.If they were stabbed out by Zheng Yuan and the others, he and the shop owner would have nothing to say.They just wanted to keep this secret, to keep the subsidy of 380 yuan a month. The real sister Meng had been bedridden with kidney disease for a long time before she died, and no one had seen her before.

Wang Shiqi was still angry: "The autopsy results haven't come out yet, so I don't believe any of these nonsense."

"Just do it well, everything is subject to what our police officer Wang said." Zheng Yuan yawned.After a day and a night of tossing, he was also tired: "Hey, are you really planning to enter the police academy?"

"You kid, aren't you? You've filled out all your volunteers, and now you're going to let me go."

"No, it's just that I don't think I can pass the political review. Maybe I can only go to my second choice."

"Learn what?"

"news."

"...The news is also good. From now on, I will be responsible for solving major cases, and you will be responsible for reporting on me."

"Who cares about reporting on you?"

"Then you report it yourself, go and go." Wang Shiqi smiled and pushed him: "When the time comes, write: The famous reporter is caught in a mysterious case, and the brave police officer sacrificed his life to save him."

"I don't want a police officer who is afraid of ghosts to save me."

"Fuck you." Wang Shiqi slid half of his body down, pillowed Zheng Yuan's thigh and closed his eyes: "The reporter who is not afraid of ghosts will lend me a pillow."

They are on their way to the future.It's not too late, the story is not over yet, and the summer is still long.

(End of this chapter)