Dazed

The two of them patrolled the room. Apart from the suffocating number of calligraphy works, there was nothing unusual about the two rooms.

Qi Zheng followed the light of the flashlight to carefully inspect the room, and suddenly saw a different item on the layers of paper, he stretched out his hand to greet Cao Jingxing, and walked forward.

Pasted on the wall is an old black-and-white photo with mildew spots. The picture has gradually become blurred with the passage of time, and an endless straw field can be seen faintly. The archway standing not far away is very clear. The four characters "Yu Dongxi Shu" are engraved, and there is a big river next to it. Two middle-aged men with similar looks and similar stature stood beside them in big padded jackets, facing the camera, and took this photo.

On the top glue, there are some characters printed in red pen, "Photographed by Zhou Zhengqi and Zhou Xianlei on January [-], [-]".

Qi Zheng's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the conspicuous big characters on the photo, his eyes were full of surprise, "Zhou Xianlei is from our place? Why have you never seen it before?"

If there is no such archway, Qi Zheng might be able to recognize it. Unfortunately, the place in the photo is only 100 meters away from his home. He has seen the big scenery since he was a child, and he is very familiar with it, especially the archway. Just saw it.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that something was wrong. If there was a university teacher in their small place, the whole village must know about it, but Qi Zheng has lived for more than 20 years, and no one has ever heard of it.

So why is there this photo?In [-], he was estimated to be only six or seven years old, the age when he had just started preschool, but when Qi Zheng thought about it seriously, he couldn't find any memory of that period, which was too weird.

Cao Jingxing who was beside him saw this photo, his face darkened, and he looked at the photo gloomyly, with a suffocating sense of oppression around him, and said softly: "I have been to this place before, and he took me there. "

"Have you been there?" Qi Zheng was even more surprised.

"My family and I went back to our hometown to visit relatives that year. Unfortunately, I got lost. I saw him on the road and found out that he was a teacher I knew at school. I was overjoyed and followed him out of the lost place." Cao Jingxing explained lightly.

"Then where have you been?" Qi Zheng asked casually.

"He took me to the rice field next to him." Cao Jingxing opened his lips lightly, and gradually lowered his voice, as if he was lost in thought.

Qi Zheng could hardly hear it, and only looked at Cao Jingxing who had become strange for no reason.

"Qi Zheng, you were there at that time." Cao Jingxing suddenly turned around, faced Qi Zheng, and said with a smile. For some reason, Qi Zheng saw a little misery.

"What the hell are you doing?" Qi Zheng frowned inexplicably feeling awkward, and looked at Cao Jingxing with a strange face, not understanding that he seemed to be a different person somehow.

Cao Jingxing looked at him without saying a word, his facial features were hidden in the darkness, his expression was a little blurry, the room fell into a sudden silence, suddenly, he smiled in a low voice "hehe", with a sense of loss hidden in his words, he said: " I still remember, but you have forgotten."

The bewildered Qi Zheng sensed the threat inexplicably, squinted his eyes, and asked in confusion, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"No, I just remembered some past events." Cao Jingxing twitched his eyebrows and explained in an unclear manner.

Qi Zheng subconsciously had some ominous premonitions, stared at Cao Jingxing, and asked firmly, "Don't change the subject, what exactly did you want to say just now?"

"I said," Cao Jingxing lowered his head slightly, his eyes that were so dark that they could almost absorb all the light focused on the man in front of him without moving, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, his deep voice sounded cold As cold as ice, he said slowly, "I wish you would die immediately."

In the enclosed space, such a chilling sentence suddenly appeared, Qi Zheng's heart beat faster subconsciously, his eyes widened, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, and he said in a calm voice: "Cao Jingxing, you are courting death! "

"Pfft." The wicked person laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to gently caress Qi Zheng's right cheek, and said without guilt: "Just teasing you, you got angry so soon?"

Qi Zheng turned sideways awkwardly, just avoiding Cao Jingxing's move, he didn't think that sentence was a joke at all, seeing Cao Jingxing who had changed his expression twice in a short while, his eyes flashed some vigilance, but he couldn't find it. Something was wrong, it seemed that almost since they stepped into this room, there seemed to be no normal place.

"Hush!" Suddenly, Cao Jingxing frowned, and suddenly looked outside the door vigilantly, with a serious expression.

Qi Zheng looked at him suspiciously when he heard this, and frowned. Just as he was about to ask why, he heard Cao Jingxing explain: "There was a sound in the yard, and someone came back."

The two looked at each other, and had no choice but to put down the doubts in their hands, quickly turned to the window, and left first. In order not to be exposed, even the flashlight was turned off.

However, when they got out of the window, they found that the voices outside the yard were getting closer and closer. Time was running out. Qi Zheng hurriedly glanced around to see where there was a place to hide. He happened to see a half-foot-high vegetable field. Cao Jingxing didn't panic. He hurriedly closed the window and stuffed the paper back to its original place. The night was dark, but nothing unusual could be seen.

However, as the footsteps approached, it was obviously impossible for Qi Zheng and Cao Jingxing to leave the gate without being noticed. Qi Zheng gestured to Cao Jingxing, and the two of them hid in a dark corner deep in the courtyard in a tacit understanding. There is a piece of tall Chinese cabbage planted there, sitting in the corner of the yard, supporting a shadow.

When Zhou Xianlei appeared in sight, Qi Zheng and Cao Jingxing were hiding under the shadow of the vegetables with their waists bent. Through the layers of swaying branches and leaves, Qi Zheng saw a hunched back, thin figure, slow hands and feet. The old man walked into the house slowly, looking from the back, there was nothing unusual.

Cao Jingxing and Qi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when the light came on inside the house. However, Zhou Xianlei was still in the house. If the two left now, they might still be exposed. After all, the yard is not small or big, and the mud in winter The ground is covered with snowflakes, and it creaks when you step on it.

It was only after Zhou Xianlei fell asleep that he had the chance to leave. Qi Zheng hid under a pile of Chinese cabbage that was half waist high, with a very impatient expression on his face.

It's a bad start tonight. I visited Zhou Xianlei's house at night, but found nothing, but the mysteries emerged one after another. Zhou Xianlei is from their place, why doesn't he have any impression?Why did Cao Jingxing say such words suddenly? Is it really a joke, or is there something else hidden?And most importantly, Liang Siyue, where might she be hiding?

Just when Qi Zheng was in a turmoil, Cao Jingxing suddenly lowered his voice, disrupting his thoughts, "Didn't you find anything strange just now?"

Qi Zheng looked at him inexplicably, with doubts on his face.

"There is no kitchen in his room, and there are no tools for eating." Cao Jingxing said slowly, the two rooms are full of books, there is no extra space at all.

Qi Zheng recalled it, and instantly realized where his awkwardness came from since he entered the house. There was no life in the room, and it was so cold that no one had lived in it. He drew a sharp line between his brows and asked, "Is it so?" Is there a darkroom?"

"A cunning rabbit can have three holes." Cao Jingxing said indifferently.

Qi Zheng listened to Cao Jingxing's words but didn't listen to them, his eyes were fixed on the soil of the cabbage root, thoughtful.

The north wind howled violently, and Qi Zheng's face suddenly felt a little wet. He took a closer look, and the air was full of icy and biting snowflakes, which looked very clear under the night.

"Look here, is there anything wrong?" Qi Zheng tugged at Cao Jingxing, staring sharply at the vegetable field, which was a dozen or so one-story mud fields.

Cao Jingxing raised his eyebrows, looked at it, and immediately understood that although it hadn't snowed these few days, the heavy snow that fell a few days ago hadn't melted for a long time, and the yard was covered with crackling ice slags, but this piece of land, a little None of the snowflakes.

Qi Zheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he said decisively: "This soil has been turned over."

"Maybe the old man came to loosen the soil." Cao Jingxing said, but this statement was obviously untenable. He looked worriedly at Qi Zheng's sudden change of expression, his ears that were red from the cold, and his The face that suddenly became stern because of bad speculation.

Although Qi Zheng had thought about separating from Liang Siyue, it didn't mean he could look at his girlfriend's death calmly, especially since the two of them hadn't fully discussed it, Liang Siyue had disappeared from under his nose for two days.

However, all known clues point to a not particularly optimistic place. Was Liang Siyue silenced because she exposed too much to the police, or was she persecuted because of Duan Kouzhi?

The mood became more and more heavy, Liang Siyue's playful and playful appearance seemed to be still in front of his eyes, Qi Zheng didn't say much, but sighed: "Call the police tomorrow."

Cao Jingxing looked at the people around him thoughtfully, and said: "Life and death are destiny, people can't resist the word 'death', the destiny cannot be violated."

The night was dark, and for a long time, Qi Zheng didn't seem to hear Cao Jingxing's words, "Let's go." He walked ahead with a cold face.

The two who left in a hurry left only two backs in the yard. In the house, Zhou Xianlei, who was flickering with dim light, was slowly sitting on his wooden chair, holding a book full of densely written words as if he was smoking opium. The book, covering his face, hungrily devoured that special smell.

On the desk next to him, a notebook with "Zhou Zhengqi" written on the cover stood there quietly, and the person standing with Zhou Xianlei in the photo on the wall still kept the pose in the photo motionless, smiling gently .