Peacock

I heard that it usually takes only 48 hours for the criminal police to solve a simple homicide case.

Sure enough, another evening, I received a call from the police.

"Team king?"

A dull man's voice came from over there: "The case is solved."

"Liu Pingyan works in Beijing Heyang Culture Media Company, which is also Chen Wumian's agent. On the day of the incident, he entered Baima territory at 21:23 and went to the guest house to find Chen Wumian at around [-]:[-]. Zhang Yong happened to encounter a dispute between the two when he came. Then Zhang Yong strangled Liu Pingyan's neck and suffocated him to death. The reasons given by Zhang Yong and Chen Wumian were both attempted rape, but there was no actual sexual activity, so there was no evidence left on Chen Wumian, and it is estimated that he could not be judged in self-defense. .”

I couldn't recover, but I was also full of panic. It was hard to imagine what kind of situation could force Zhang Yong to choose to hurt others.

"It means that Zhang Yong will go to jail? Homicide?"

"We are still collecting evidence, we have to look at the procuratorate."

"Ah...thank you, Team Wang."

Dui Wang paused for a moment and said nothing.

Then I sat next to Dachang and thought about it for a while, and I always felt that the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. Since it was a rape, why did the two of them take death as their own at first?

After much deliberation, I still can't find a clue. I think my head is rusted from too much sleep.I took the medicine last night, and Tangling didn't call me this morning, so I just got up from the bed.

Recently, Chen Xing's passive sabotage made Tang Ling very busy, and it seemed that the house hadn't been tidied up for a long time.Maybe I was really obsessive, and I had nothing to do, so I spent some time tidying up the hut.

Under the TV cabinet, I saw Bosch's painting album again, with Tang Ling's name engraved on it in gold.

Holding the idea that art might be connected, I fell on the sofa and flipped through the picture album, but suddenly a white express slip fell out, with the detailed address of the Guangzhou community written on it, as well as the somewhat eye-catching name: Tang stay.

Is it Tangling's relatives?But Tang Ling never told me much about family affairs, maybe it was because maintaining the relationship was on thin ice, of course, maybe he just didn't trust me enough.

My eyelids twitched, and I subconsciously took a photo of the courier slip.

After wiping the table, I stood in the entrance and looked at it, but I began to feel that it would be better not to take it away. This place looks too empty now, and the brightest color in the whole space is the pair of bright pink plastic gloves in my hand.

Sitting on the cabinet and looking at Dachang for a while, I thought for a while and said, "Do you know how to eat fish?"

The large intestine spat dangerously at me.

"Looking at your body, you can't swallow it."

I clapped my hands and tried to carefully push it back into the snake cage with the picture book, but it bit my thumb knuckle.The muscle reflex made me almost throw it out, but I finally thought it was Tangling's heart, so I gave up.

Then I ran to the flower and bird market across the street, and bought two pots of cacti and four crane-crowned reds in the last few seconds of Guanshi.

The fish attracted me mainly because of the big red headgear on their heads, which always reminded me of the youngest son who lived in Philadelphia. He would wear a red exploding headgear when he came home from the party since the first year of high school. The American mother said every time he He took the drug and had to do a urine test on him. When he was questioned, he just opened his mouth like this, looking stupid, exactly like this goldfish.

Unexpectedly, when I went upstairs, the cactus in my arms punctured the plastic bag, and the water splashed suddenly. I ran back home, and then I remembered that I forgot to buy a tank, so I had no choice but to pour the goldfish into the washbasin Soaking.

I sat cross-legged on the sink with my eyes bent, admiring the fruits of my labor, and wondering whether Tangling would hug me and say I was good when she came back.

And this excitement was worn away layer by layer by the hour hand. I literally waited until it was almost ten o'clock without doing anything.

Tang Ling seldom answered my phone calls, so I would usually send him a message, but now he didn't reply to the message, so I had to make a bad move.

I panicked.

Without thinking, I took off the plastic gloves and rushed to the studio. The lights were bright, but there was no Tang Ling inside.

After looking around for the students who were leaving school and talking about the man of the hour, Mr. Tang, I didn't expect them to be so respectful as usual, so it turned out that they were also like this in private.

"Qingmei's shape is so low... I don't know what Tangling thinks, if she is so awesome, why don't you take Qingmei's design exam?"

"Didn't Principal Chen say that his literacy class was about [-]? I guess he got in on the edge of it. He didn't have much talent in the first place."

"And he has always relied on his mouth to say, who knows whether he will pass the exam!"

I moved a stool between them and sat down: "If he can't pass the exam, can you pass the exam?"

The girl shrugged her eyebrows and moved closer to me: "Truth, what school do you go to, what do you usually teach?"

"I don't know." I replied, "I didn't read it."

A group of little ghosts winked at me rather strangely, and finally choked out a sentence: "...you kill people too?"

"Fuck you guys." I said seriously, "Next time you don't have anything to do here and gobble other people's tongues, I'll kill you first."

The female class teacher came in again with a happy face, and the group of children limply called her name as if they had seen a savior, and even reported my threatening monologue to her.

I have never liked to deal with her too much, and I feel jealous in my eyes when I look at her more.

I said concisely: "Where's Cousin Xiaotang?"

To the outside world, I always claim that Tang Ling is my cousin, and I don't know why Tang Ling never refuted it.

The female head teacher didn't answer me at first, but sent the students out of the studio according to the rules, and returned to the classroom to turn off the lights after a while: "He didn't come today."

I felt that my face must have turned blue, and I stood up without saying a word and was about to leave, but she stopped me.

"Do you have that kind of relationship with Tang Ling?"

I was suddenly happy: "What kind?"

"...He suddenly told me to forget about it when I was sketching in the bay." She said slowly, "He said that because there was a dog sleeping in the next bed, he would make a big fuss if he smelled it. It would be noisy and troublesome. ...It was only later that I realized that the bed next to you seemed to be you."

"Fuck, I knew that smell was from you!" I said anxiously, "I was still suspecting that Tang Ling was with the proprietress of the farmhouse."

She raised her eyes and looked at me sadly: "I just want to say, don't play with yourself."

"Share your thoughts on communication?" I leaned closer to her, "I am willing."

She still whispered softly: "Younger, I'm serious, he never takes the people here seriously. I have to say, I think Brother Chen's sister may be only half of the family, but they have known each other for four years. How about you? I have never seen this kind of person, you say he is indifferent, but he is always nice to others, you accuse him of being heartless, but he never promised anything from the beginning. "

"A year ago, he was brought back to Baima by Brother Chen's younger sister. The girl's name was Chen Wumian, and everyone on the island knew her. She was very famous in our high school at that time. She was a first and second grader, and there were photographers at that time. I went to the island to find her to take photos and make short literary films, so she went to Beijing before finishing high school, saying that she wanted to be a big star. Maybe it’s not easy to be a star, but later everyone found out that she actually did that kind of thing. It's over... At that time we thought Tang Ling was the boyfriend she brought back, but later we found out that there was nothing between them." She paused, "But it's even more strange that this happened to them, isn't it? It's not casual for two casual people to meet, not to mention Chen Wumian always said that she loves Tangling to death."

She seems to be in a memory: "You can clearly feel that there is a different atmosphere between them. Others can't get in at all, just like a more detached close connection. They don't like to talk about themselves to others. So it seems that only each other knows what happened to them."

After a long while, I took a deep breath and said, "Sister, did you misunderstand something? Let's get together for a while if we have a destiny. Who wants to think about it?"

I thought so, and said so, but when I rushed out of the studio facing the wind, I still felt inexplicably sour.

I would think, I was fifteen four years ago, and Tang Ling just went to college, maybe I couldn't be in the Tianwo lounge during the Beijing tour, so maybe I bumped into him?In that case, will this communal memory belong to us from now on?

Although I know it's impossible to go back in time, that's why I'm so fucking sad when the gap between our lives was like the gap between our hearts now.

If I hadn't bumped into Old Xu, I would have gone to the police station to report the disappearance.

The short and fat body hit the blue lotus yellow wall lamp, and I recognized that it was Lao Xu.

"Hey, old Xu! Why are you still here? Didn't you go to the other side to hold a parent-teacher meeting for your daughter?"

Old Xu sat on the bench in front of the door very lonely, sighed for a while, but didn't speak.

I was speechless: "Pretend to be a master without talking?"

"Sometimes I don't want to tell you so many things, but when I meet you, I can't help it. Maybe it's because you are the only out-of-towner on this island? You can't connect with everyone here. When I get online, I feel like I will leave at any time, and then I can leave with my stupid things." Old Xu patted his legs, "There is no psychological burden at all."

"What do you mean you can't connect to the Internet? My Wi-Fi signal is pretty good." I laughed twice and felt embarrassed, and then restrained my expression and said, "Didn't you ever think that I will stay in Baima forever? Marry a wife and have children , this is not connected."

Old Xu looked at me: "Will you?"

I don't speak anymore.

I also used this sentence to Tang Ling, but I became more and more like him, and now we gave the same answer.

"I don't know why you fled here, but if you run away, you will definitely throw away a lot of things. Is it worth it?"

Old Xu Te looked up at the sky in a literary manner: "When she was young, her mother was on a business trip and asked me to go to the parent-teacher meeting in place of her class. But that morning, her daughter refused to let me go. In the end she said she was embarrassed because I don’t have many companies like my classmates’ fathers, I’m just a taxi driver, far less respectable than them. She was only ten years old when she said this, and a ten-year-old girl starts to care about other people’s eyes. Forty people can't be shameless...so I won't drive this time."

Sensing my sight, Old Xu smiled, a little flustered: "Younger, isn't it funny to see a frustrated middle-aged man like me at your age? Afraid of facing many things, he left his wife and children to hide alone This, and then, just messing around for the rest of my life."

I said that I already wanted to be like this before I was 20 years old, and there is nothing wrong with it.Originally, there was no rule that everyone must run against the tide. I was just lazy and tired, and now no one can do anything to me.

Old Xu still raised his neck, there was nothing in the sky, but he still stared fascinated.

I followed to see the dark sky.When I was a child, I would not look at the sky so leisurely and flirtatiously, otherwise my mother would hit me with a clothes hanger, and she didn't dare to hit me. She only greeted me, fearing that it would affect my piano practice progress.

It's just that I never feel that everyone looks up at the same sky.How else would I have started to feel that the sky had fallen out of the painting?This time node may be a bit vague, but I'm sure it was just recently, a little after meeting Tang Ling.

After that, the cumulus starry sky was no longer a distant pixel map, everything became real, just dangling above my head shamelessly, watching me cry sadly or laugh excitedly because of Tangling all day long.

And all these wide worlds and vivid experiences are given to me by Tangling.

He's become a tour guide, and I think I'll have to hold him tighter in order not to get lost.