Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

Old Qian's sloppy eyes swept over each of our faces one by one, and he definitely didn't expect that the inside story of our investigation of the two sheep was far beyond the limit of what he could imagine. Anyone involved, whether it's a national detective, a cable station, or a channel nine, will continue to dig up more information on this basis, and the non-disclosure agreement on the table is also a non-existent agreement.

"This is the basic situation at the moment, old money, we can guarantee that not a single word that we hear while sitting here today will not leak out. But there were twenty or thirty national detectives gathered around the bar below, both from Dehan and from Atlanta. In addition to this, there are several television stations. If you want people not to think about it, you can't do that. Lao Dai paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "The more people are forbidden to dig, the more people talk about it, and the matter of Ligia and Grant is so hidden, isn't it now revealed to the world? "

"You say. Old Qian jumped up from the bedside and paced with the detective, eager to ask for a prescription.

"We can only do the investigation work up to today, and the content of your talent will never be mentioned, how about it? In fact, if you don't talk about Xiaojie, I can't even think of it if I break my head. Since I can't think of it, the national detective can't think of it. Ingram is a thing of the past, and even if the crime is fully exposed, it will not affect you in any way. And your family is in the present tense, and that's the most important thing. I try to draw attention to other public events, and now I'm on the phone with a cable station. "

Understandingly, I grabbed my phone and dialed Rosa's number. Soon, a tired and surprised voice remembered that she seemed to be in some noisy place, full of keyboard tapping and whispering.

"Well, I've been back to Atlanta, and I heard you carried Krys out of the hole in the wee hours of the morning? She said a few perfunctory words and began to get busy with her work half-heartedly. The detective opened his mouth to Lao Qian, as if to say if he saw it, others were probably rushing to the manuscript overnight, just waiting for Ming'er's headlines to come out. Before I finished speaking, Rosa immediately jumped to her feet and said, "What are you kidding? The cable station has all made arrangements, and tomorrow they will invite someone to go to Shixia to bring the remains of the victims back to the surface, and then they will rush to Brooks to dig deep into the boxwood forest to bury the inside story, and in the next few days, there will be a special review to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the mining disaster

"No, you're mistaken, I mean, you wait for a while, because I'm going to go to Ingram's burial tomorrow morning, and maybe there's going to be an even more unexpected inside story, what do you say? That's why Dai asked me to make this call. "

"Let me listen, your name is Alex, okay, Alex, you've done a great job this time, our special newsteam is always talking about you!" A stormy voice sounded, this person grabbed the phone, and shouted: "I'm the head of the news department of the cable station, and I am solely responsible for this, and I also think that it is not appropriate to think about it, of course, the more exciting content you dig up, the better." So, where are you going to go tomorrow morning? I can tell them all to stop first, not to say half a day, but a day! I'll let Rosa come to you at once!"

Twenty minutes later, the national detectives waiting in the ground hall swarmed up, filling the room. In front of everyone, Lao Dai made up another version for them, of course, these were all pre-finalized. Lao Qian is helpless, the fact is no longer under his control, we can only take the perspective to dig into the events of forty years ago on this basis. The medics, the coaches, and the four-eyed women were sophisticated people, and even if they listened silently, they could already guess that the ring was a relic, and that there was a subtle connection between Old Money and Ingram. However, these people are not hairy guys after all, they know how to respect the privacy of others. Therefore, everyone knew it, but they would never break it, and they agreed to gather downstairs in the hotel tomorrow morning to find the tomb of the flat-headed man and close the case completely.

Marlowe was so excited to see so many like-minded people at once, and he danced and said, "If you knew that we were so lively, you should have joined us earlier." I was also a little proud, after all, where Ingram's tomb was, only I knew the secret, so I patted my chest and boasted about it. As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw a Pontik parked in front of me, and two strange and beautiful women jumped down, pushed me into the car suddenly, and then shouted to the driver to hurry up.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, under the bright moon, dare to kidnap tickets on the street?" the glasses exclaimed in surprise and ran wildly after the car.

"You go back first, these are acquaintances. But I didn't hurry, waved his hand to ease him, then looked at the person beside me, and asked, "Rosa, what are you trying to do? So soon to run to Peachtree Point? I thought you would go to the waterfront and wait for me." "

"Go to the Marriott Hotel!" she snapped her fingers and introduced the two women who pushed me into the car, which belonged to their public relations department, and the superior asked a few people to take me to a high-end hotel to arrange accommodation, so that I could continue to dig deeper into the matter tomorrow morning. Although Rosa presumed that it was the friendship of the landlords, and I knew very well that I was equivalent to being put under house arrest by them, in case the rumors of the Nine Channel came to intervene.

This high-end hotel on Nocros Tech Avenue costs more than 700 yuan for a general set alone, and they specially asked for a double room of more than 1,400 people, which not only has a fire, surround sound, home theater and a small terrace pool. Rosa said that this is a private room where they have a cable station to entertain important customers, and I don't have to think about anything, just relax and sleep soundly.

This is followed by a series of special services, surrounded by two beauties, kissing in the pool, sitting on the terrace overlooking the night view and eating the fruit plate sent by others. Towards midnight, the two female publicists quietly left, and I couldn't hide my inner turmoil, and chatted with Rosa, who had just entered the door.

"You really do everything you can, you can find my weakness every time, are those two women also your colleagues?".

"How is it possible, it is invited from the wine house. She sneered and threw herself down beside me and asked, "Alex, you are still so young, you have already suffered a lot in life, you should have more personal enjoyment, now tell me, where is he buried?".

"It's in the church garden near the waterfront of Peachtree Point, where I've been to the Nightmare, so I mentioned to the detective that I want to go around the scene. As for where it is, you'll see it tomorrow. I lit a cigarette, glanced at her pretty face, and said, "Honestly, I'm afraid Dixie will find out about this, but where did they go when you got out of the tunnel?

"They left with the Dream Catcher, and the raw diamonds that everyone brought out couldn't be hidden on their bodies for too long, and it was a little difficult to get rid of them immediately, so the rabbit said that he knew a group of dark world jewelry merchants called Bright Luminous, and he could introduce us to each other, and they would evaluate it. Look, Dixie came to me about this two hours ago, and she forgot about you. Rosa raised her phone, then silenced herself, talked to her supervisor on the phone, leaned on the bedside and took a cigarette, and smiled: "Alex, you obviously have the face of a bastard rich second generation, how can you think like my dad's generation is as old-fashioned as my father's generation? Why do people work? Because you have to make ends meet." Why do people have to struggle? Because to improve the quality of life, of course I have to go home, but what is the meaning of home?"

"I never thought about it, but Dixie said that home is a cage, and I don't approve of her. "

"Home is a haven for the soul, an atmosphere to talk about, a place to forget your troubles. But to run such a thing as a home, you need people to work hard outside. Men and women fall in love at first sight when they meet for the first time, but living together is two different things, after all, love can't be eaten, it's too realistic and expensive. You stare at the same face every day, even if it is exquisite, it will be boring, and in the end it becomes an obligation to stick to the original, and many people can't stick to it, which is why the divorce rate in the United States remains high. "

"It's pretty much the same in the metropolises of America and France, and I've heard that you and Dixie are classmates. "

"It's much worse, it's better, the social welfare in France is better than in the United States, and the people there can still live on a small peace. The United States is a country of immigrants, and social competition is not only fierce and even cruel, but there will always be people who are more beautiful than you and can take your place at any time. At first, we thought that home was more important than anything else, but in fact we have been on a path of constant retreat. Dixie is a heartthrob, she has a very gentle personality, she was called a honeypot in college, and at the same time she is a bit big, so she is very popular. She took out her cigarette and stood up, kissed me on the forehead, and said, "Rest early, I'll replace morningCall tomorrow morning." "

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, many unfamiliar faces appeared on the back of the old money hotel, where all the suspicions were concentrated, and where Lycia and Ingram lived. Downton Books is still there, but it is no longer as glamorous as it once was, and the dilapidated building still stands in the corner of the street, and a poorly run restaurant has opened at the bottom of the building. Here, many buildings from more than half a century have been preserved intact, and even if you hold the original photos in your hands for comparison, you can still see the shadow of its past.

The crowd took the street corner as a starting point, crossed the deep alley of the shoemaker's old man's house, took pictures in front of the bookstore, and then walked along the street garden to the opposite side of the waterfront. After walking for about five minutes, the journey came to an end, and a whitewashed façade appeared in front of me. It is quaint and mottled, soaked in the washing of the rings of time, and forms a huge contrast with a tall begonia tree that sticks out of the wall. Bright and dazzling flowers like charcoal fire bend the branches, and the crystal morning dew rolls among the young leaves, making it look vibrant.

People sat on the steps of this church, silently waiting for the door to open. Two station wagons drove from afar, and Sister Di was touching up her makeup in a panic, and then under Marlowe's guidance, she walked towards us. She seemed to understand that she had scorned me, and hung her head in the flicker of star-gaze, but the embarrassment did not last long, for the door behind her was opened by the bishop's assistant.

When he saw so many people standing or sitting in front of the door, the young man couldn't help but be shocked, he didn't know what auspicious day of the zodiac was today, and where so many devout believers came, and ran back to the doorway. Soon a white-haired priest came out, lifted the frame of the mirror, and asked, "What are you doing here?" Nevertheless, he led the way to let the people in, and turned on all the lights.

Rosa's style is different from Sister Di's, she likes to be straightforward, and the priest stopped when he heard it, saying that although there are many tombstones in the garden, it is the pure land of the dead. And the appearance of making a big move against us is bound to make a mess there. If I really want to go, I can only go a few times, and all the large camera equipment is not allowed to move in. Seeing that this matter was non-negotiable, she had to make a concession and let her photographer hold a Sony DV in her hand, and followed me and Lao Dai into the path.

The garden had not changed in the slightest after forty years, with the black soil under my feet and all kinds of unnamed night flowers beside me, and I soon found the sign of the nightmare, the begonia tree that peeked out of the wall. Ingram had set a grave in this church, and the priest had asked where he would be found in the future, and it was clear that he was largely responsible for his burial.

"The priest's words are on the other side of the garden, and not here. As I walked I described his appearance to the white-haired priest, he frowned and thought for a long time, and said, "The person you are looking for may be Father Dominic, but he died of cirrhosis of the liver in '81. "

"Well, we'll be sprinkling water later, but this time we're not here mainly to pay homage to him. Lao Dai nodded with a smile, urging Rosa and Sister Di behind him to follow. In this way, I waited for a group of six people and slowly came to the begonia tree.

Among the full-grained black soil, there are several fat earthworms, and an angular square tombstone is inserted diagonally. The lettering on the top has been blurred by years of rain, and from time to time petals fall and a few beetles have taken with them.

The font on the tombstone is barely decipherable, and it reads 1911-1956, Jerome Brandon, buried here.

"This!" I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the name of the engraving, and not only rubbed the first few steps, but continued to lie on the ground to take a closer look, the dead buried under the earth was not Ingram, but a man named Jerome. Thinking about it, I got up and exclaimed, "It's true, the priest and he were standing here, but why is this happening?"

As soon as these words came out, it attracted the whispers of several people behind her, and Rosa said that she would not look for it anymore, maybe she was mistaken, right? The subtext is that you opened champagne to send a beautiful woman to your kid last night, and you made such an oolong for everyone?

"I'm sure you're not kidding about that. Lao Dai nodded, took a few steps back, and said, "The location is under this tombstone, I also saw Father Dominic, he is holding the trunk of the tree and standing under the begonia flowers, looking at a few of us." "

After saying this, Rosa couldn't help but feel excited, and she hurriedly jumped away from the shade of the tree. Getting closer, she began to ask Lao Dai how he could see it, and the detective replied with the word judge. Fortunately, these words were not heard by the priest, otherwise he might be denounced as heresy, he turned to the back of the tombstone to look, muttered to himself, half a cigarette, and suddenly slapped his head, as if he remembered something.

"Three-one-two, three-one-two, I see. The priest pointed to the number that had been half submerged in the black soil, which was written in red paint, and sighed: "Before he died, Father Dominica said that one day people would come to this tombstone and ask many questions. He thought that he would usher in this day in his lifetime, but after all, he did not wait, so he specially left a suitcase, and said that if someone came to ask who the owner of the tomb was, he would make the documents in it public. A few later, I'll let people move down. "

Eleven minutes later, the bishop's assistant who opened the door came down from the north building of the church with a suitcase, and the national detectives sitting in the row of chairs heard about the play, and rushed to the path under the vines to watch. The box was opened, revealing a mess of books and diaries, covered in a black shirt, which, when uncovered, dropped a piece of paper with a line of beautiful letters worthy of print.

"If there were angels in the world, Jerome would be the closest to angels I've ever met in my life. "

This remark, which subverted everyone's perception, immediately aroused a series of exclamations: Why is a serial killer called an angel by a respected old priest? How many secrets are hidden in this? People have been waiting impatiently, and they have rushed forward to squeeze away the bishop's assistant, and put the contents on the stone benches one by one. Marlowe felt that this matter was not trivial, and that it had to be dismantled by Ingram's own flesh and blood, and hurriedly turned around and ran out of the church, heading towards the hotel.

A strong desire for voyeurism and curiosity impacted everyone's hearts, and the national detective was afraid that after the arrival of the old money, he would prohibit everyone from reading it with what privacy, so he hurriedly took advantage of this gap to start looking in groups, and soon found a relevant account.

It turned out that Jerome was the original name of the flat-headed man, and he was a diehard who had never been in the church in his life. Father Dominica tried to persuade him many times, but he never shook his head. Over time, the two of them no longer cared about it, and became friends in private, and Jerome often confided his inner anguish to Dominic, so that the priest knew everything about him.

Jerome was born in Peachtree Point in the winter of 1911, his parents died when he was half a year old when a train derailed, and the entire carriage was spared, except for the baby, who miraculously survived.