Burning fire

"Are you sure? The body is Lei Dongyang?"

This is Liu Jian's fourth questioning.

Xiao Chu had a bitter face, and didn't know how to comfort his senior, so he could only be honest, shrinking his neck and repeating: "Yes, I'm sure, it's him."

"Okay, don't make things difficult for Xiao Chu." Zhou Qizun pulled Xiao Chu aside, and stood beside Liu Jian.

"Old Liu, please tell the higher-ups that I happen to be here, can you let me see Dongyang?" Zhou Qizun asked.

"I'm going to tell our boss right now." Liu Jian lowered his head slightly, frowning, and immediately turned and went to the leader's office.

"Brother Liu..." Xiao Chu turned his face to look at Zhou Qizun, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue, "No, Brother Zhou, you...are you alright?"

"It's okay." Zhou Qizun took two steps back and leaned his back against the white wall.

"Brother Zhou, the wall is dusty, and the black coat you are wearing will definitely rub it against it." Xiao Chu said.

But Zhou Qizun ignored Xiao Chu.He folded his hands on his chest, his lips were tensed, and he didn't say anything.

Xiao Chu stood for a while, and finally left tactfully, and went on her own.

Not everyone needs to be comforted by nonsense when he is sad, and maybe he doesn't need someone to stand by his side to accompany him.They are born as lonely and powerful tigers and leopards, they can only lick their wounds and digest the pain by themselves.

Only the lonely silence can drown out their inner grief, just like the boundless cold darkness, buried under the sea.

Zhou Qizun rubbed his eyelids tiredly.The back of his head tapped the wall lightly twice, like two short and small knocks on the door, knocking open a gap in the door of the past, and memories slipped out along the gap.

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Thinking of Lei Dongyang, this guy was the youngest in the team when he joined the army, his temperament was flamboyant, and he was even worse than Zhou Qizun.

Disasters seek disasters, and they hang out with each other without hesitation. In those years, Zhou Qizun and Lei Dongyang often talked nonsense together.

Zhou Qizun remembered that the two of them never did any human affairs when they got together, such as frying eggs with a shovel for digging soil, and tricking their captain into eating them.

Later, when things were exposed, the two of them wrote [-] inspections and were fined for push-ups. The next time they went on a mission, they were punished to carry the entire team's equipment...

Zhou Qizun thought about it and smiled wryly.

——Man, how irresistible is it, the bluffing goods that were so noisy back then, if they say nothing, they will be gone.

"Don't think about it." Liu Jian came from the opposite side, his steps were very light, and he stopped in front of Zhou Qizun.

Zhou Qizun raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Jian.After just one glance, he didn't care to look again, Liu Jian's face was so wrinkled, it was more embarrassing than the old bitter gourd.

Zhou Qizun turned his eyes away and stopped leaning against the wall: "Let me stop thinking about it, can you stop thinking about it?"

Liu Jian sighed: "Let's go, don't you want to see Dongyang? I have reported to the leader and I will take you there."

"So fast?" Zhou Qizun was stunned for a moment, and walked with Liu Jian, "Your leader is too easy to talk to."

"Get the ashes off your clothes." Liu Jian stopped, stretched his neck and glanced at Zhou Qizun's shoulder.

"Our team Wang worked in other provinces a few years ago." Liu Jian swallowed, "They once had a big case. In one night, he lost five brothers."

There is no need to speak too clearly.Anyway, in this line of work, it's not uncommon for people in this line of work to pin their heads to their belts at every turn.

People are different, so there will never be empathy.But only peers can understand better what the contours of their pain look like.

Bai Hui rubbed against his back, and Zhou Qizun couldn't catch it, so he simply took off his coat and shook his hands.

The afternoon light was a big warm color, and it rushed over in patches, burning on Zhou Qizun's body.Zhou Qizun narrowed his eyes to meet the light, but he didn't feel so warm and comfortable.

——It’s because of my bad mood.After all, humans are emotional animals.

Zhou Qizun didn't shake up his clothes any more, and put on the dusty coat directly.

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The police station has its own mortuary, and the unclaimed corpses after the autopsy are generally placed in cold storage.Zhou Zun got into Liu Jian's car, and the two went to the cold storage where Lei Dongyang was.

On the way, they didn't speak for a long time, and when they were about to reach the cold storage, Liu Jian let out a low sigh: "The meat is all rotten, and seven ribs are broken. The cause of death is probably that the broken ribs inserted into the lungs, breathing Obstacles, excessive blood loss."

"He killed?" Zhou Qizun asked.

"There are no clues yet. It's been too long, so it's hard to find out. It's a mystery." Liu Jian said, "The news from the special forces is that he disappeared during a mission four years ago. The mission location is in Burma. , not Jishou."

Liu Jian: "I really don't believe it, that's Dongyang."

Zhou Qizun hadn't seen it yet, but Liu Jian had already seen the corpse.

Zhou Qizun turned his face to the side and looked at Liu Jian: "Is it ugly?"

Liu Jian twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head again: "It's an ugly death."

"No wonder I haven't been able to contact Dongyang these years." Liu Jian looked for a place to park, "The information about the special forces is confidential. He is younger than us. I thought he hadn't retired and was performing some secret mission."

"Coincidentally, I think so too." Zhou Qizun said.

Liu Jian stopped the car, pulled the handbrake, then he paused for a second, and punched the steering wheel with such force that it seemed that the hood of the car shook three times: "Fuck."

Zhou Qizun didn't say anything, he opened the door and got out of the car. He closed the door and walked to the ice room.

Liu Jian took another two deep breaths in the car, then got out of the car, and followed Zhou Qizun.

"In the team back then, Xiao Dongyang liked me the most, and none of you could do it." Hearing Liu Jian's footsteps approaching, Zhou Qizun opened his mouth to speak.

After entering the cold storage, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold breath was like densely packed sharp awls, surrounded from all directions, piercing into the blood of the person.

"Yes, every day Brother Zhou, brother Zhou, push your ass behind." Liu Jian combed his hair.

"Still crying." Zhou Qizun pointed to his eyes, "You still remember that time in Yunnan, my last mission before retiring."

"Of course I remember." Liu Jian thought about it, and he was actually amused, "You were trying to save a little boy. You almost went blind, suffered moderate burns, and were mummified. Dongyang pissed on you when he saw you."

"Yeah." Zhou Qizun nodded, "That little boy is dumb, but Lei Dongyang insisted on forcing him to say thank you to me."

Liu Jian: "Yes, I remember that Lei Dongyang still scolded you, what did you scold you..."

"I can't remember clearly either, it probably means blaming me for courting death." Zhou Qizun's voice suddenly became very low.

It was so low that the conversation between the two was cut off.

"Memory" is something that is either real or not, and it comes and goes as soon as it is said, and it often has no logic, no rules, and what comes out is what it is.Sometimes they are important, and sometimes they are irrelevant, but every word and sentence will poke into the heart, making people tickle and hurt.

And in the end, "memories" are just "memories".Memories, memories, can't go back, can't remember.

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Zhou Qizun walked to the freezer and stood, pointing to the front: "Which one is Lei Dongyang?"

"The one on your left." Liu Jian went up, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the box.

As soon as the box was opened, a puff of cold white air rose, and Liu Jian pulled the iron plate underneath, and Lei Dongyang pulled it out.

Zhou Qizun lowered his eyelids, opened the black bag containing the corpse, and took a closer look.

His eyes started from the skinless face, all the way to the broken skeleton on the chest: "It's an ugly death."

After a while, Zhou Qizun blinked his sour eyes, and said, "How can you tell that it's Lei Dongyang with this kind of virtue."

"There is no one in Dongyang's family, and his mother is not too young. The distance is far away, and we can't wait for her to come. We have finished cremation here, and we are going to send him home." Liu Jian said.

The two stood in the cold storage for a while, and their hands and feet felt a little cold.

Lei Dongyang was pushed back by Zhou Qizun, lay back in the box and locked it.

Zhou Qizun rubbed his face: "Then I'll see him off. You report to your superiors."

"Huh?" Liu Jian was taken aback.

"I remember that Dongyang's hometown is Gongzhuling, Jilin, which is close to me." Zhou Qizun said, "I'll stay for two more days, and if I still can't find Xiaoyi, I'll go back first."

Seeing Lei Dongyang's skeleton, Zhou Qizun's mind suddenly became clear.It's not that he admits to being cowardly and wants to back off, if there is really something evil going on here, he will be found everywhere.

Liu Jian and the others are innocent, but demons and ghosts do not have eyes for harming people, so if they can not be implicated, it is better not to be implicated.He didn't need to drag others to take risks together for a little clue.To die or to live, he is enough.

Liu Jian frowned: "Zhou Er, you..."

Before Liu Jian could say anything more, a call from the police station came suddenly.

Liu Jian took a step forward and connected the phone.

"...Okay, I see, I'll go back now." Liu Jian hung up the phone and sighed to Zhou Qizun, "There is something in the bureau, let's go."

"You go first." Zhou Qizun smiled, "You go back to the police station, I go back to the hotel, we are not on the way, you go first."

"..." Liu Jian didn't have any ink marks, "Okay, let's call then."

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After Liu Jian left, Zhou Qizun stayed in the cold storage for a while.

Looking at the small iron gates, they are square and square, some of which are still empty, and some of which are filled with people.

Pretending to be like Lei Dongyang, and all kinds of others, pretending to be their ugly death, pretending to be a life they have nowhere to know.

The end of life turns out to be a box, a box, a coffin.That lost little place is actually enough to hold the years I have lived.

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Zhou Qizun didn't go out from the ice storage until his hands and feet were numb from the cold.

The uncle who was on duty today was sitting in the lounge outside the door. Hearing Zhou Qizun's footsteps, the uncle looked up at him through the glass window and called him, "Hey, young man."

This uncle is not tall, but he walks vigorously, especially vigorously.He took two steps forward, even shaking his belt buttocks.

The uncle is five or sixty years old, with a loud voice, and greeted warmly: "Is it cold after staying for so long? Come in, have a cup of hot tea."

Zhou Qizun paused, turned around and went in: "Uncle, are you on duty yourself?"

"Well, this poor place, do you still find someone to accompany me?" The uncle smiled, went to the table, bent down and poured a cup of hot tea for Zhou Qizun, "I just brewed it, jasmine tea."

"Thank you Uncle." Zhou Qizun took it and took two sips.

"You came with Xiao Liu, are there any acquaintances?" the uncle asked casually.

"Well, a comrade in arms when I was a soldier." Zhou Qizun said.

The uncle nodded and said nothing more.

Working in this kind of place, he saw a lot of it day and night.He has seen all kinds of sorrows with his presbyopic eyes.

The parents kneeling on the ground scolding the world, the lover standing in the corner crying... hysterical, tranceless, fierce, cold, wishing that the whole world would be dark, and quiet, like the air... …

Every piece of sadness has its own special smell, their smell is unique, very focused, very stubborn, always refuse to be disturbed, reject all doubts and friendly reasons.So that in the face of sadness, all words are in vain, warm but tattered, shabby and ridiculous.

Therefore, people who understand "sorrow" and often meet with them lose a lot of words-the uncle only chooses to pass a cup of hot tea to warm the appetite of the sad person.

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"Can I smoke?" Zhou Qizun asked the uncle after drinking a cup of tea.

"There is an ashtray in the window, smoke it." The uncle pointed to the opposite window sill.

Zhou Qizun nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket, went to the window and lit it.

The ashtray on the windowsill was clean as if it hadn't been used.Zhou Qizun turned his head and took a look, but there was no smoke on the uncle's table.Zhou Qizun guessed that this uncle probably doesn't smoke.

So, Zhou Qizun opened the window a little, and he smoked cigarettes one mouthful at the window.

The sun was setting, and the white marble window sills were dyed orange and pink, bright and soft.

Zhou Qizun stubbed out the cigarette butt, and rubbed his fingers against the setting sun that fell on the window sill.

"Uncle, is it cold? I want to open the window wider." Zhou Qizun shouted.

"Go ahead." The uncle agreed behind him.

Zhou Qizun opened half of the window, stuck his head out of the window, and took a deep breath of air.

The lungs seemed to be washed thoroughly, and they were slightly aching.

A delicate wind blew past my ears.This gust of wind is soft, as if isolated, extremely weak, has nothing to do with the great and warm sunset, and has not been contaminated in the slightest.It was fragile and cold, reminding Zhou Qizun of a wisp of white air vacated from the icehouse.

Zhou Qizun suddenly felt a strange feeling of numbness in his heart, and his chest seemed to expand for a moment.He touched his neck with his hands, and there was a dense layer of goose bumps on the side of his neck.

After the wind passed, Zhou Qizun felt absurdly—something followed the wind.

Zhou Qizun's back was stiff, he lowered his eyelids to look down, and immediately gasped!

Under the window sill, he met a pair of eyes.

Not the human eye.Turquoise, unusually clear turquoise, like two emerald crystals that cannot exist in the world.

In the green eyes, a pair of jet-black pupils stand upright, like the left and right entrances of an abyss, narrow, dark, and boundless.

At that moment, Zhou Qizun couldn't make a sound.