Silent Reading

Fei Du froze at first, then seemed to lean back indifferently, and asked with a clear pretense: "Huh?"

He leaned on it, and it was very playboy-like. He would stretch his mouth with a smile, and looked at Luo Wenzhou side by side, knowingly, "What did I do yesterday?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He found himself too shaggy, and he was more accustomed to Fei Du, who had the words "find me" on his forehead, than Fei Du's ambiguous and strange attitude.

When two people are alone, if one of them has a sign of impatience, the other will easily kick their noses on their faces.

Luo Wenzhou's brief silence made Fe Du mistakenly think he was speechless and became interested. He couldn't help but tease Luo Wenzhou again: "Yesterday I volunteered to send warmth to the police officers. Is Luo team ready to apply for a pennant again? ? "

He said, getting closer to Luo Wenzhou, with different shades of light folded in his eyes, spreading out from the pupils in circles and layers, like a framed ripple: "What are you going to write this time? I Think about ... "

"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou said suddenly, five people and six people, "If you are so leisurely, I will think that you have an" inconvenient attempt "to me."

Fei Du: "..."

Because of the special relationship, Luo Wenzhou spends a lot of time in front of him in a serious manner, which has always caused Fei Du the illusion that "this person has a face".

After a while, Fei Du came, "The enemy advances and retreats." He looked back at the funeral home with a deep tone outside the window: "Luo, are you sure you want to discuss such a devious issue with me in this environment? "

"In addition to insincere problems, I have serious problems," Luo Wenzhou said. "Are you going to be the shopkeeper in September and throw your million possessions away to others?"

"I don't have to worry about it. I have a reliable team," Fei Du shrugged. "It doesn't have to be too reliable, just a little more reliable than me-even if I quit my daily business, the company's major decisions still need to come. I sign, my control is still there, besides, even if it is really scattered ... "

"The remaining pieces of broken copper and iron are sold and sold for a lifetime higher than our basic-level civil servants' wages. The brackets include retirement benefits, which are calculated at an average life expectancy of 250 years, right?" Luo Wenzhou interrupted him. Hyun Fu, "Don't talk nonsense. When your dad just had an accident, you were still in school. Although you read a book with two or five eyes loose-why would you refuse to believe that 'reliable' team, How about being a shareholder who earns dividends every year? "

Fei Du raised his head and bumped into Luo Wenzhou's gaze from the rearview mirror. The man's gaze was deep, straightforward and harsh.

"The company you picked your dad was not for money, you are investigating him," Luo Wenzhou said affirmatively. "According to this inference, you are now studying the same public university as Yan Yan, and for the same purpose-or should I say, you Who?"

"Maybe it's for you?" Fei Dumian said without changing the color. "Maybe I suddenly changed my taste and started to covet the Luo team ... 唔 ... sexually **** upset?"

Fei Du, the grandson, didn't have a word of truth in his mouth.

He squinted his eyes, glanced aggressively across Luo Wenzhou's straight nose bridge and slightly angular lips, as if ready to kiss at any time, and gently asked with a nasal sound: "How do you know that I study very sparsely?" Team Luo, in addition to secretly sending warmth, have you ever cared about my transcript? "

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He exhaled through his nose, unlocked the door lock, and under the gaze of the goods, reached out without warning, rudely holding Fei's design shirt collar, destroying his wolf-like tail. Sitting position.

"First," Luo Wenzhou said solemnly, "I am handsome and have always been widely recognized by the public. It is a timeless classic that belongs to beautiful men. I think that my upset can only show that you read too little and are ignorant."

"Second," he glanced at Fei Du's hand holding plaster, showing a bit of disgust. "Well, baby, I haven't seen a product that dares to speak like you for some years, just like you. Do you want to make me? You should add more calcium to the bubble milk first, total fee! "

After speaking, he pointed at the door and said to Fei Du, "Go down."

Mr. Fei was invincible on various occasions. He felt this kind of frustration for the first time and felt very fresh. As a disabled person, he was knocked out of the car by Luo Wenzhou, and looked at Luo Wenzhou's back with eager eyes. For a while, he sighed and closed his mouth and hurried to miss the hall.

Nostalgic atmosphere in the hall, the cooling system installed in it may not be an air conditioner, but a refrigerator.

Immediately upon entering the door, a sense of coolness swept through, and several staff members suspiciously verified Luo Wenzhou's credentials. They did not understand why the police came to check the ashes.

"What do you want to see?" The administrator of Nostalgic Hall swiped their cards to lead them in, and said, "We have no trouble if we don't violate the law and discipline, when will the business scope of our people's public security be so wide?"

Luo Wenzhou was actually just calm on the surface, and just ate a buzz of someone's full firepower. The hoarse sound of the goods seemed to be still turning around in his ears, turning his heart upset, just trying to shut the world up , So he answered badly: "What if someone bombs / bombs in the ashes wall?"

The administrator of the storage room gave him a shocked look, apparently treating Luo Wenzhou as a creative metamorphosis.

The storage room is a whole wall, one by one from the bottom to the roof, Su Xiaolan in a corner ... in a small crystal frame.

"C Zone 106-Su Xiaolan," the administrator checked the name, "It's her, her daughter and fiance are here. If you have any questions, you can ask, I evaded, I will come in 20 minutes later."

Having said that, he folded his hands, bowed a small picture of Su Xiaolan's photo, and stepped away to avoid it.

Luo Wenzhou took the hand of Feidu to take Su Xiaolan's photo, and found a pair of gloves from his pocket. First, he checked whether the crystal frame was interlayered. If there was nothing abnormal, he returned to Feidu and turned the ashes. "Funnel" items next to the box.

"This picture is very interesting," Fei Du said.

"It's so interesting," Luo Wenzhou said, turning over. "It's the same one that was stored in our bureau's archives twenty years ago."

The small box where the urn is temporarily stored has little space, and what the relatives put is also clear. In addition to the photo frame, Luo Wenzhou flipped an old skirt out of it, as well as the conventional funeral that looked like female personal belongings, such as mint smoke and lipstick. Products are of little value.

"The so-called commemoration of the dead is actually a ritual of the living. At the time of commemoration, the photos displayed often represent the image of the dead in the hearts of living relatives and friends-if they are living with the deceased, they will often take a close-up picture of the deceased. , If they are far apart, and usually have little chance to meet relatives and friends, they will put memorable photos. In addition, a few of the deceased have strong self-awareness, after the death of relatives and friends respect them, they will choose their most satisfactory photos according to the epitaph, usually It represents the greatest achievement in the life of the deceased. Generally, these are the situations. "Fei Du gently tapped on the crystal frame," So Su Xiaolan's most valuable moment in her life is that she is twelve or three years old Time? Then, in the eyes of someone, is she dead? "

Luo Wenzhou was checking if he had missed anything. Before he could talk, the phone rang suddenly.

The abrupt "Song of the Five Rings" oscillated back and forth in the zigzag storage room, the echoes fluctuated, and the horror film effect was alive. Luo Wenzhou himself got a goosebump, only then the administrator who claimed to "avoid" was intrigued. He poked his head quietly and said quietly, "Keep quiet, police officer, public place, pay attention to quality, you are very disturbing to rest."

"This elder brother," Luo Wenzhou said with murderous spirit, "if I have no quality, you must be lying on the ground now."

The administrator did not dare to make sense with the savages, and flinched his head.

Luo Wenzhou picked up the phone in a yinfeng burst in a panic, "Tao Ran, what did you find?"

"The district was still there," Tao Ran pulled the uniform collar under the scorching sun, and by the effort of making a phone call, a stride struck under the tree to avoid the heat, and he took out a photocopy of the old map and couldn't stop the fan. Baked-this community is called 'Xiangyang Community', which is the earliest batch of commercial houses more than 20 years ago. At that time, it was still relatively high-end. I heard the uncle who played chess nearby said that before this time, A lot of wealthy students are renting here. "

"Where is that courtyard wall?" Luo Wenzhou asked, "According to Guo Heng, he could see Wu Guangchuan's house through the cutout on that wall. Where is it? Can you locate it?"

"This movie has been rebuilt so long that Mom doesn't even know it, you really can give us problems. Boss." Tao Ran took a breath and drew a sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and saw the sweat not far away. Colleagues beckoned at him—they invited several surveyors from nearby construction sites, using the Xiangyang community as the cornerstone, and according to the proportions on the old map, they were born in unrecognizable places to sketch the old traces of the year. .

The road has been widened more than doubled. It turned out that Wu Guangchuan's home had been filled by the main road. Fortunately, there were few people on the main street in the afternoon in the middle of the summer. One of the two policemen held a wooden tower ruler. The door of Wu Guangchuan's house.

Tao Ran walked along the wall of Xiangyang Community, which was overgrown with grass, and said to Luo Wenzhou, "I think this location should be between Buildings 7 and 8-according to Guo Heng's description, this location is right around the corner, and it can A glimpse of Wu Guangchuan's home dozens of meters away ... This place is hard to find and smell the boat. The bicycle shed originally built in the old building is here. There is a small aisle less than one person wide. At that time, Guo Heng came in familiarly with a light truck. How did you say he found this? "

The voice faded, and a message had been sent to their phones simultaneously, Lang Qiao.

Lang Qiao went to Jinxiu Middle School and found out the old files kept by the school. He found the contact address of Xu Wenchao, who was registered in the school when he was in junior high school-Building 8, Xiangyang District, Unit 201.

Tao Ran held his mobile phone, turned his head to look at the old mottled building next to the exterior wall, then quickly drilled out of the small slit, turned and ran up to the second floor of Building 8. The windows that have been open all year round in the corridor are rusty. The long-term oil stain on the first floor coincides with the direction of the main bedroom window in room "201".

Tao Ran opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes. He just saw his two colleagues holding a tower ruler from the window. They placed a few meters behind them, representing the basement of Wu Guangchuan's house. There were many basements in the old house. They are all rented and sold independently, so most of them are not closed. There are also windows. An iron fence will be covered around the house. A flower bed will be placed outside the iron fence to prevent someone from falling down and prevent others from peeping.

Twenty years ago, the city was not so exaggerated. After nine o'clock at night, the streets were sparsely populated, and there were not so many night owls that appeared day and night.

Some people who could only live in the dark carefully explored the surroundings, determined that it was late at night, and then peeled off the camouflage skin, took out their dark bones and desires, and arrogantly in the dark basement.

At that time, would there be a pair of high-eyed eyesight, who could just cross the flower bed and see everything from that destiny-like perspective?

Tao Ran sweated in parallel with goosebumps, rushed into the family committee of Building No. 8 in three steps and took the work permit to the staff table: "Please help me see who is the owner of Unit 201 , Have there been transactions in recent years? "

"201?" The staff flipped through the registration records. "No, it has always been the original homeowner."

Tao Ran breathed a short breath: "Is the surname Xu?"

"No surname Xu, surname Sun-old couple," the staffer turned to the old building manager next to him to confirm, "isn't she Zhao?"

"Yeah, I'm not too young. I have a daughter, and my daughter is almost forty, right?" The middle-aged woman next to him poured a glass of water for Tao Ran, Tao Ran reluctantly thanked him, and he couldn't help disappointing--he just Somehow, there was a sudden sense of no reason in that hallway, as if there was something in Room 201 next door, it turned out to be a nervousness.

Tao Ran was about to say goodbye, and he heard the middle-aged man who poured water on him and said, "The daughter of the family has the ability to settle abroad. The parents have also been taken away in the past few years. Then I talked to his uncle. After the day, I said I wanted to sell the house before leaving—what happened later? I do n’t know if I did n’t find a suitable buyer or how, I do n’t see any transfer to others—but it may be rented out. Someone pays utility bills ... "

When Sister Zhao said this, she suddenly didn't know what she was thinking, her voice stopped abruptly, and she embarrassedly met her colleague next to her.

Tao Ran stunned: "Sister, do you know who the tenant is?"

Sister Zhao called a "haha" and glanced down unnaturally: "I don't know, I haven't seen it too much. Now I buy hydropower by myself, and the owners don't come to us if they are fine."

Tao Ran's eyes turned to the poster on the wall of the Office of the Family Committee, "Excluding security risks and cracking down on group rents severely." His expression was stretched out, and he deliberately asked, "Wait, aren't there any illegal group rents?"

The faces of the two staff members changed at the same time, and sister Zhao quickly pleaded: "No, that family's luck is not very good. The tenants always exchange them, not group rents, absolutely not ..."

Tao Ran suddenly stood up: "Give me the key!"

The collection of bad properties allows the group to rent privately in the old community, but "201" people come and go. Is it really a group rent?

At this time, Luo Wenzhou had copied a home for "Su Xiaolan" and found nothing, and looked back at Fei Du helplessly: "General Fei, you are occasionally unreliable."

Fei Du leaned against the ashes without hesitation: "Would you like to check the last place before judging whether I'm reliable?"

He said, as soon as he reached out, he took out Su Xiaolan's ashes directly, and the two layers of silk cloth were wrapped tightly. He looked like a lover's clothes, and he gently picked his fingers, and the silk cloth could not wait. Fall off, revealing the square solid wood box inside.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."