Silent Reading

Dong Qian's family lives in "Lanwan" community.

This is a very new residential area. A few years ago, it was still a moist and small alley. Later it became a beneficiary of the vigorous urban reconstruction. Dong Qian's family also moved into the relocation resettlement building in Jingming.

The newly built communities in these years are very particular about "floor heating", "central air conditioning", and "fresh air system". In the past few years, the terms that have been quite foreign have become standard. The new generation of urban middle class began to buy quality of life. Location, quietness, service, and convenience. The old residents signed the relocation agreement vaguely, and found a place to live on the edge of "Quality Life", as if also following the tide of "Quality City" ... Of course, only know when you live in, it turned out to just look It's beautiful.

There is a thick isolation zone between the relocation house and the commercial house, which is sealed in the middle. On one side is the bare concrete floor and on the other hand is a beautiful artificial landscape. The buildings with similar appearance are divided into three, six and nine.

When Xiao Haiyang and his colleagues came out of Dong Qian's house, they found that they had surrounded the place where they parked the police car.

"This car came early in the morning," said an old man walking the dog, pointing at the police car. "I'll see it when I buy breakfast. I don't know what it took so long to check."

"Don't you know, there is a murderer who lives here, I see the address picked up from the Internet is the building of this hospital." The teenager next to the student raised his mobile phone to show the old man, the old man walking the dog squinted his eyes, the same as the storm The flow of information that swept through was a little ignorant of awe.

"Hey, are those two policemen?"

Before Xiao Haiyang had time to pull the door, he was almost drowned in the people.

"Uncle police, I heard that the murderer who bought / murdered / killed lives here. Are you here for this?"

Xiao Haiyang first froze, then shook his head again and again: "No, don't guess blindly, please give way."

The teenager holding the phone asked curiously, "Are there any illegitimate children?"

Before he finished speaking, he was dragged aside by a fashionable lady behind him: "You need to inquire about those useless gossips, and then go online and blind and don't let you bring your mobile phone-police officer, I will just ask a little, Did the one that hit you die? Did you catch it? Live next door with the murderer ... "

Xiao Haiyang pulled the car door with a hand, then pretended not to hear, and bowed his head into the car without a word.

"Hey, how did you go? What can you answer, this is also a security issue of concern to the masses!"

The man next to the parking car murmured lowly: "I already said that I shouldn't buy this kind of house near the relocation house, you don't know who is living next to it ..."

Xiao Haiyang stepped on the accelerator without waiting for his colleague to close the car door, leaving the parking lot in the residential area as if chased by something. As soon as he opened the gate of the community, he met a van with a certain media logo on his face. The colleague's eyes sharpened and patted Xiao Haiyang: "Walk down the side road, don't get in trouble."

Xiao Haiyang turned the steering wheel into a twisted path, Yu Guang glanced at the van carrying several instruments, and ran after them a few steps, seeing that he couldn't catch up, so he had to sigh and go Several photos of police cars passing by were taken at a distance.

The colleague looked back nervously and determined that there were no extra-nodes. This relieved him and said to Xiao Haiyang: "The sound of the wind is spreading fast. Haiyang, I tell you, now it is not as good as before. If you see it during the investigation In this case, you must remember to control your mouth, and run quickly without hitting Tai Chi. There is no official official notice on it. We can't say more than a word. This is discipline, otherwise we will turn back and wait for the boss. Pack up. "

Xiao Haiyang nodded his head for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly asked without a thought: "Can Dong Xiaoqing still live here?"

With a doubtful "um" sound in advance, he immediately came back and waved his hands indifferently: "It must be uncomfortable for a while, it will be fine after a while, everyone is so busy, who has such a long memory Rest assured, no one remembers in a month or two. "

Xiao Haiyang responded with a heavy heart, and he was not driving as rampantly as he himself, even a little too cautious. When he saw the light changing, he stepped on the brake gently, and the old official car was moisturized. It stopped silently, hardly making people feel shaking.

"But she must not forget it," Xiao Haiyang said abruptly.

Colleagues gave him a surprised look.

"In case we don't find clear evidence in the end that Dong Qian is the murderer or innocent, this matter will never pass in her heart. When others first asked her and doubted her, she would argue hard and die. I believe my father is a murderer, but this thing will be like a thorn, which will come out every three to five, like Schrödinger's box. "

Colleagues did not expect him to have so many feelings, and asked in a frowning question: "Schrodinger? Isn't it a cat?"

"A box for cats," Xiao Haiyang stared at the signal light, his glasses slipped slightly, the frame covered his eyelids, and a pair of gloomy eyebrows, "If you do n’t open it one day, you do n’t know that cat is still In the absence, this box will always be stuck in my heart, so you ca n’t put anything else. Every day when it ’s dark, you will spin around this box with a throat in your throat, and you will doubt every day ... This kind of pending trauma will not be better for a lifetime. . "

Ordinary people talk everyday, either with jaws or farts, or communication with something. In the oriental cultural concept, exchanging feelings with people who are not very close, this seems less "daily", and it will be a little embarrassing. Talk shallowly.

My colleague gave me a break, and I didn't know what to do with this long, lengthy argument, so I just laughed.

Xiao Haiyang, like a person immersed in his own world, did not receive the embarrassment of his companions at all, and did not expect others to answer. Wu Wu said a word, closed his mouth, and wondered what he was immersed in.

In Lanwan District, Dong Xiaoqing sat alone in the living room and held the phone. The local TV station was rolling next to Zhou ’s explosive news. The name of the driver “Dong” flashed from a humble corner from time to time. On the coffee table, there are three cups of cold residual tea, which shows that only guests came to visit.

The people on the phone spoke very kindly, and it was their personnel manager: "Look at Xiao Dong, you have a lot of business lately. Even in the busy season, everyone is very considerate of you. I have also asked the CEO. The leaders all agree that you should take a break first, make good adjustments, and work in a hurry ... What are the difficulties? You can tell the company at any time that it can be resolved. We will try to help you, okay? "

This was a euphemism for resigning her. Dong Xiaoqing understood that she didn't want to show a ugly gesture, so she tried her best to suppress the trill: "Okay, Manager Wang, please."

"Ah, no trouble, no trouble," she breathed a sigh of relief for her goodness. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing was so familiar, his tone softened by another three points. I can help you. I just reported to the boss and applied for a quarter of extra wages and subsidies ... "

There was a perseverance knock outside the door: "Is Miss Dong at home? We are from Yandu Evening News and want to ask you a few questions."

"... I will give you all at once, although not much, it's better than nothing. If you need a job recommendation letter in the future, just come to me."

"Ms. Dong? Strange, there should be someone inside, I heard a voice ... Hello, is there anyone in the family?"

Dong Xiaoqing took a deep breath and held his head.

Those noisy sounds are like water, and the currents flow, depending on the situation, may not be good intentions, and may not be malicious. Only those who are in the vortex are struggling and incomprehensible. A taste.

Ke Ding returns to Ding Ding. He cannot blame this drop of water, nor can he blame it.

Who should I justify?

No one has distinguished a result from ancient times to the present.

Dong Xiaoqing didn't know how she dealt with the company's incoming call. She became a self-winding walking dead. I didn't know how long it took before she returned.

The person outside the door finally left, and the phone case was screwed down by her own. The news broadcast on the TV did not know when it would end, and then began to show daily variety shows.

She stared at herself in a daze, staring at the next note of the phone number with a chaotic glance--it was left by the policeman with glasses and told her if there was any clue, or If there is any difficulty, you can go to him at any time.

"False leave." Dong Xiaoqing thought blankly.

At this time, the noisy doorbell rang again.

Dong Xiaoqing was shocked, and a nameless fire burst into her heart for no reason. She stood up and grabbed the glass on the table. She was aiming at the door and smashed it. A word of "roll" was stuck in her throat. .

"Express delivery-is there anyone at home?"

Dong Xiaoqing had a meal, and the water glass rolled down from her fingertips, which just dropped on the sofa, and half a glass of water soaked the sofa cover. The people at the door tried to knock on the door, muttered "Nobody", and then "squeaked". The courier threw the parcel into the compartment of the weak electric well in the corridor as usual, and hurried away.

Dong Xiaoqing hastily pressed a few napkins on the soaked sofa cushion to absorb water, and hesitated for a moment. She carefully looked out to the "cat's eye" and determined that there was no one outside. Then she quickly pushed the door open a slit and took it like a thief. Back the courier package.

That thing didn't weigh much, and it was carefully packaged. She remembered that she didn't buy anything. Who would send the courier at this time? Dong Xiaoqing flipped to the courier list in confusion, and then she froze-

This is the address of the freight company from which Dong Qian worked during his lifetime. The sender and recipient are both Dong Qian.

The cause of Zhou Junmao's death was a mystery. As a suspect, Dong Qian as a suspect had checked the personal belongings of his unit and home. The only thing he missed was a "China Slow Delivery" e-mail that would take two or three days in the same city.

Dong Xiaoqing couldn't wait to tear up the package with his bare hands. The first thing that fell out was a black and white portrait of a woman. The same photo was also hung in her living room. It was her mother who died early in her childhood. The back was shocking. The scene map of the car accident and the death certificate issued after the hospital rescue was invalid.

A newspaper clipping was posted behind the death certificate, which was related to the accident in which Dong Xiaoqing's mother was killed.

Dong Xiaoqing originally thought it was a relic from her father's collection, and was about to skip it, but she glanced at a few words from the old newspaper inadvertently. She seemed to pour cold water on her head and woke up from the muddy state for a moment— —The protagonist of the original report was not the woman who was killed innocently in a car accident, but a well-known entrepreneur at the time.

The entrepreneur drove on the road by himself, suddenly being chased by a large cargo, the car lost control, rushed to the next lane, and affected another passing truck, causing a serial car accident. The car owner and the driver died on the spot without cause. Dong Gan and his wife were in the affected passing vehicle. Both were sent to the hospital for medical treatment. His wife was seriously injured and died after the rescue was invalid.

As soon as Dong Xiaoqing raised her hand, she hurriedly dumped everything out of the package-there was an unknown driving route map, some oil-printed hand-drawn drawings, a huge copy of the bill without knowing what to do, and several license plates. Features and profiles of strangers.

One of Huo Ran is Zhou Junmao!

A photo was posted on the back of Zhou Junmao's biography, which was the Bentley in which the old man was involved in the car accident.

Dong Xiaoqing's heart jumped abruptly, and she couldn't help shaking her hands. She saw an envelope under a large stack of documents, which strayed "Xiao Qing" crookedly, which was a bit of a scratch by Dong Gan. Childish words!

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Huaijin's abduction case has passed for a few days. The heat has not subsided, but it has become more and more intense. Zhou Huaijin's early photos and reports of participating in business activities have been turned out. Even the mysterious founder of Zhou's is disappearing. Ten years later it was mentioned again.

"This man's Chinese name is 'Zhou Yahou' ... I'm going, I'm so handsome," Lang Qiao said in the office. "It's a Chinese-American mixed race, with a bit more Chinese ancestry. His wife is also a Chinese, second-generation immigrant. , The family had money, and he dropped out of a prestigious school to work in the industry. Zhou Junmao was completely a follower of that time. Not to mention Zheng Kaifeng, when Zhou Yahou set up his own company, he had just sneaked out of the country and was a small gangster hiding in Tibet. "

Tao Ran looked up in surprise and asked, "Zheng Kaifeng still sneaked out of the country?"

"I ran away in my teens," Lang Qiao said. "I spent a few years under the head of the snake, and later I don't know how to catch up with the legal identity of Zhou Junmao. I look at the miserable situation of that year, and then look at others now. , In this life ... it's hard to say. "

Someone protested next to it: "Jojo, don't walk around, it makes me dizzy."

"I'm hungry, comrade," Lang Qiao wailed, "Our breeder is ten minutes late, and my stomach is digesting itself."

As soon as her voice fell, a pancake flavor floated down the corridor, Lang Qiao walked to the door in two steps, like the people in the occupied area saw the understanding / release / army, and screamed affectionately: "Boss!"

Luo Wenzhou gave her the wrong step: "Stabilize the focus."

"Hungry children don't need to be stable," Lang Qiao monkey hurriedly grabbed the things in his hand. "Hey, why do you buy so many today?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word, and said in his heart, "Who knows what's going on and doesn't eat anything."

This day was Friday, and it was Fei Du's report in the bureau. Luo Wenzhou originally bought it early as usual, and temporarily remembered this one, and then wandered and bought something else, accidentally being late for a while.

He pretended to walk into the office casually, and at a glance he saw Fei Du's empty table, and immediately straightened up to the gentleman's face: "Don't I always emphasize discipline, what's the situation? Tao Ran, give him a call, what? Before the time has come, where are you going? "

Tao Ran: "..."

Luo Wenzhou found out that everyone's expressions were very weird: "What are you looking at me for?"

Lang Qiao frowned and pointed at a coat hanging on Fei Du's seat, deliberately "pressing down" the voice so that everyone could hear it: "I arrived half an hour ago and went to Mr. Lu's office."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Tao Ran slowly added a sentence: "Oh, yes, the land bureau just called the office to find you. I picked it up. His old man scolded me and asked me," Can Luo Wenzhou's freedom be free? " "

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The entire criminal investigation brigade ate Luo's meal and collectively gave a hush to Luo.