Madness of the Heart

There is no city’s dazzling lights in the countryside. Once the sunset time has passed, the sky will soon get dark and completely dark, so the sparks of fingertips are extremely bright.

Ming Shu reported to Xiao Yuan what he saw and heard today, as well as his own guesses, and his tone was a little anxious. After speaking, he was choked by the sudden wind.

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Yuan was silent for a while after listening, "Before seeing Hou Cheng, it is too early to draw any conclusions."

"Brother, do you still think that Hou Cheng is the heart of the tomb?" Ming Shu said: "We have found it very clearly. Hou Cheng has only a primary school education and has left the village alone many times. His whereabouts are unknown. The author's remuneration on the account is divided. Approved, except for the old house in Qingyue Village, he has no other real estate and no investment. If the money were not taken out and handed over to the real tomb, where did it go? Now Hou Cheng has missing one. Yue, I suspect he has been killed."

"It's too early." Xiao Yuan disagreed. "Before investigating the heart of the tomb, you created an image for the heart of the tomb, and learned that the heart of the tomb was Hou Cheng. The image you created collapsed, and your thoughts were a little confused."

Ming Shu opened his mouth and said nothing.

Xiao Yuan was right, his thinking was really messed up, otherwise he wouldn't run out to make this call at this time.

Now, listening to Xiao Yuan's mellow voice coming from the phone and reaching his ears, the irritability that had accumulated in his chest seemed to disappear a lot.

Xiao Yuan seemed to be able to see him, and after half a minute he asked, "Are you calmer?"

He nodded, realizing that Xiao Yuan was not in front of him, and said, "Yeah."

"That's good." Xiao Yuan said: "Is Hou Cheng the heart of the tomb? It is fifty-five in my case. If he is, then he is missing this time. The high probability is that he took the initiative to go somewhere. There is no victimization. Possible, isn't it?"

Ming Shu listened quietly, "Yes."

"Then the most urgent task is to find him. Qingyue Village is backward, there is no surveillance, and the traffic is not a system. But Hou Cheng should have a mobile phone. Let Jichen track his mobile phone. If Jichen can't track his mobile phone, Liu Zhiqin is not with you. Are you together?" Xiao Yuan said, "Let Liu Zhiqin help you investigate."

"He is already investigating." Ming Shu said.

Xiao Yuan said: "Well. Then there is the second possibility-Hou Cheng is not the heart of the tomb. That is the key to digging out the real heart of the tomb."

Ming Shu said: "I know, but Hou Cheng's whereabouts are unknown. Will the clue to the heart of the tomb be broken?"

"No, it's not broken." Xiao Yuan said: "Hou Cheng is lonely, alone, and hardly in contact with people. Then if anyone came to Qingyue Village to look for him, then the person who looked for him would be suspicious. "

"But as far as I know, no one from outside the village has come into contact with him." Ming Shu put out the cigarette **** and wanted to order another one, but was afraid that Xiao Yuan would hear the fire, so he had to pinch the cigarette case in his hand.

"You only asked the village chief and other village cadres, and didn't make a comprehensive plan." Xiao Yu'an said: "Tomorrow, as soon as it breaks, I will ask the Luo City Bureau for support to have a thorough investigation in Qingyue Village. Think about it. Hou Cheng only suddenly disappeared for ten days and a half months in the last two years. He had always stayed in Qingyue Village before. So the first time he met the heart of the tomb was when he suddenly went out and chanced to encounter the heart of the tomb. Or is it because the heart of the tomb comes to Qingyue Village, and the chance of meeting him is high?"

Ming Shu Yiwu: "Of course the heart of the tomb came to Qingyue Village!"

"Yes." Xiao Yuan continued: "Existence will leave traces. Please check carefully and focus on asking Hou Cheng's neighbors. Maybe someone has seen anything."

After hearing this, Ming Shu let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little more relaxed, "Well, listen to you."

"Don't miss the clues about Hou Cheng's house." Xiao Yuan continued, "Xinyun Publishing can go there again. It is Hou Cheng who signed the contract with the publishing house, and Hou Cheng is not like a person who can write suspense. There is no doubt at all? This should be dig deeper."

"Yeah." Ming Shu said, "Brother, I understand."

Xiao Yuan said, "Why do you sound listless?"

"Is there?" Ming Shu raised his neck subconsciously and looked aimlessly at the stars covering the sky.

You can't see such a beautiful scenery in the city. It's not bad to see a star once in a while.

"I can hear it." Xiao Yuan said.

Ming Shu murmured quietly, "I'm just worried that the clue will be broken on Hou Cheng."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Xiao Yuan said relievedly: "The line in the heart of the tomb is hidden so deeply, you have caught it and you are tracking it. This is great."

"But you were the first to notice the heart of the tomb." Ming Shu's voice gradually lowered, "I'm just inspired by you."

Xiao Yuan said: "You and me are still divided between you and me?"

Ming Shu shook his head, "It's not."

"Then beat up your spirits."

"…Oh."

Xiao Yuan said in a solemn voice, "Interpol should look like an interpol. The leaders are listless, who are the players below?"

Suddenly, Ming Shu's back numb, and his reflex stood straight.

After all, Xiao Yuan was a person who performed many actual combat missions in the special operations team. Most of the time, he was gentle and gentle, but sometimes he was cold and cold. When he was serious, his aura was extremely strong, and he was very majestic as a superior. Ming Shu had seen the young players he taught him before, and the expression in his eyes was trembling.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Xiao Yuan asked.

"I understand." Ming Shu quickly replied, unwilling to be trained at this time.

Xiao Yuan's tone calmed down, "You can go and check if you have any thoughts and needs, please feel free to tell me. Since I have been transferred to Dongye City, I am your solid backing."

Ming Shu squeezed the cigarette case tightly, and his mood became clearer, "Okay!"

"Also." Xiao Yuan said again: "Just smoke one cigarette occasionally, don't smoke one by one."

Ming Shu was startled and retorted instinctively, "I didn't smoke."

Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "I have heard the sound of you pinching the cigarette case."

Ming Shu was helpless, "Brother, your hearing is too good!"

Xiao Yuan's hearing is good, Ming Shu has experienced it since childhood.

When I was a child, I lived in Xiao’s house and slept in a room alone. I was hungry in the middle of the night. I was embarrassed to wake up others. I had to sneak out from the third floor and touched the kitchen gently. I wanted to drink milk secretly, but that’s the only thing I knew Xiao Yuan heard all the movement.

Although he didn't feel the words and deeds of his parents, he grew up in a family with strict tutoring like the Ming family. He knew that stealing food was very impolite. To put it awkwardly, he had no education. Xiao Yuan was arrested for stealing milk. He was nervous and sad. He stepped back and put his back on the refrigerator. He said pitifully, "Brother, I am hungry. I didn't mean to steal milk. I will be full at night. I’m full and I’ll never be a thief again. Will you forgive me this time?"

Xiao Yuan approached, took the milk bottle from his hand, and rubbed his fluffy soft hair, "If the weather is cold, if the milk is not heated, you will get sick if you drink it."

He looked at Xiao Yuan with his big eyes open, "Brother, aren't you angry?"

Xiao Yuan smiled, "What's so angry about this? Is it wrong to be hungry?"

He grumbled, "But I stole milk."

"Drink the milk at home, it's not stealing." Xiao Yuan said as he took a small pot, poured ice milk into it, and took the donuts, broke them into the milk, "cooked for three minutes and eaten." "

He hurried over and hugged Xiao Yuan, "Brother, you are so kind!"

Xiao Yuan stirred the milk and donuts with a spoon, "Come to me when I am hungry in the future, and I will make you a supper."

He was very happy and nodded vigorously, "Hmm!"

After growing up, Xiao Yuan received professional shooting training and her hearing was more acute than before.

When he was in high school, although he had decided to follow in the footsteps of Xiao Yu'an and apply for the Public Security University, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old was too energetic and couldn't make it through for a few days without causing trouble.

He is as keen to fight as other boys, and once made a group fight with someone in the billiards room, just when Xiao Yuan came home.

If he knew that Xiao Yuan was coming back, he said that he would not fight anything. He would definitely tidy up himself to look like a human, and ran to Xiao Yuan to open the screen-at that time he had already tried Xiao Yuan, but Xiao Yuan still regarded him as The younger brother came to pet and discipline.

When the battle was in full swing, he suddenly noticed a familiar sight, and turned around to see that his brother was wearing a neat uniform and was standing not far away looking at him.

He didn't want to fight anymore, and retreated like a deserter. He took a few fists and said, "Brother, you are back!"

Before he could say a bunch of words, Xiao Yuan held his head on his head.

The strength was so great that he felt his legs weak on the spot.

"Why skip class and fight again?" Xiao Yuan asked.

"Ah... this..." He knotted his tongue and couldn't say anything decent.

I can't honestly admit that my hands are too itchy, so it's uncomfortable not to fight!

Xiao Yuan shook his head and retracted his hand, "I don't have room for strength, so I tied a tire on his waist and ran for five kilometers."

He wailed: "Brother, I was wrong!"

Xiao Yuan smiled, "Isn't it very arrogant during the fight just now? Why are you crying now?"

"I didn't want to cry." Seeing Xiao Yuan smiled, he relaxed, "Brother, how do you know I am here?"

The billiard room is closed. If you don't enter it, you don't know what is going on inside.

"I heard." Xiao Yuan said.

He stared, "Hear? Hear what?"

Xiao Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Your voice."

"Impossible!" He said, "I didn't make a sound at all!"

"There is no sound in my throat, but my body is moving." Xiao Yuan said as a joke, "I taught you all the fighting moves. I still can't hear it?"

His ears were red, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Fight less." Xiao Yuan said: "Teaching you to fight is not to make you fight with those gangsters."

"Oh. I see." He listened obediently, and skillfully changed the subject, "Brother, how many days are you coming back this time? Let's go eat the roast rabbit!"

Childhood and adolescence are gone, but what happened is as clear as yesterday. After thinking about it for a while, I can't help but hold my lips.

The call was over long ago, and the phone screen went black, Ming Shu let out a sigh, cheered himself up, and went back to the house.

The next day, Hua Chong transferred part of the police force from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Luocheng Bureau to participate in a visit to Qingyue Village. Ming Shu spent a long time in Qingyue Village and returned to Luocheng with Liu Zhiqin. Liu Zhiqin went back to the Municipal Bureau to follow Hou Cheng, while he went to Xinyun Publishing House to find Hou Cheng's editor in charge, Guo Xian.

Guo Xian is still wearing a hip skirt that highlights his figure, with flaming red lips and smoky makeup. He speaks loudly, "Guo Xian is not at home? I don't know. He has already published a book this year, but not in the second half of the year. I still have a lot of popular writers on the task of publishing books. I can't stare at him if I have anything to do, right?"

"Are you sure that the book at the heart of the tomb was written by Hou Cheng?" Ming Shu asked.

Guo Xian was surprised, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Ming Shu said: "Then let me change the question, how did Hou Cheng contact you in the first place?"

"Contribute." Guo Xian said: "He posted the manuscript in our mailbox, and I contacted him after reading it. How to say, I was really moved by his writing. I didn't know him at the time. He is a rural uncle in his fifties. If I know it, I might not sign him, because of what's inside, now sell books. Not only reading the content of the book, but the author’s fashionable value is also very important. His writing is very important. Fashionable, but he, as I said last time, he is an old hat, and the little girls will definitely not buy a suspense written in an old hat."

Ming Shu said: "So you also think that his writing is separate from him?"

Guo Xian first supported his eyelids in amazement, and then snapped his fingers, "Hey! You know how to sum it up! It's split! I said he always feels weird to me, it's this sense of splitting! His. His speech and manners made me think he couldn’t write so well. I even wondered if he copied something, but he, a rural uncle, doesn’t know how to copy, right? And I’m doing this job with a huge amount, so I can basically be sure. , He did not plagiarize."

Ming Shu asked, "What else makes you feel strange?"

"I think about it..." Guo Xian held his chin, "He won't revise the manuscript! Our publishing process here requires the editor to give comments on the manuscript, and the author makes the revision. But when I called to tell him what needs to be revised, He didn’t accept it all, saying that he would either not change it or I would help him change it. I asked why, he said he would not, and he didn’t explain it clearly. I have contacted many writers, and almost all writers don’t like to revise their manuscripts, but he It feels different to me—others are unwilling to change it, and he doesn’t know how to change it. If the contract is not signed clearly, I would doubt that he wrote the book."

After talking with Guo Xian, Ming Shu still wanted to see Liu Zhiqiang, but his reaction yesterday was strange. But Liu Zhiqiang went out to work, not in the publishing house.

News came from Liu Zhiqin in the evening, tracking Hou Cheng to Los Angeles a month ago, and the mobile phone is currently at the second-hand dealer.

Facing the police, the second-hand dealers sweated out in a hurry, "This was sold to me by someone else. I don't know how it came from!"

"Do you remember what the person who sold it to you looked like?" Fang Yuanhang asked.

"I don't remember!" The second-hand dealer said: "I have so many mobile phones in my hands a day, I can't remember it!"

Fang Yuanhang said: "Master, 80% of people have stolen Hou Cheng's mobile phone. Although this mobile phone is mediocre, the market price can sell for more than 1,000 yuan."

Ming Shu was quiet, "What is Hou Cheng's purpose in coming to Los Angeles?"

Fang Yuanhang said: "Maybe it's looking for the true heart of the tomb?"

"It's possible." Ming Shu said: "Be optimistic, at least the tracking range is now reduced. The second-hand dealer said that the phone was sold to him four days ago, and Hou Cheng is probably still in Los Angeles. Most hotels have check-in systems, but Hou Cheng's check-in records are not available now. After he came to Los Angeles, he would either live in an acquaintance's house, or live in a wild hotel that does not require registration, and..."

Fang Yuanhang asked: "What else?"

Ming Shu said: "Erotic places."

On the second day of the Mopai visit in Qingyue Village, two villagers finally said that they had seen a white and young man from outside the village enter Hou Cheng's home.

Hou Ximei lives diagonally across from Hou Cheng’s home, with a straight-line distance of two hundred meters. She is a typical rural woman in her forties. Apart from farming, she does housework. She sits on a bench at the door of her house when she has nothing to do. Look around without a child to kill time.

"I can't remember the exact time. Anyway, it's not this year and last year. It's been a long time." Hou Ximei said: "I have lived in the village for decades. I have never seen a stranger go to Hou Cheng. Be deep. The man didn't know where he came from. He lived in Hou Cheng's house for several nights. Hou Cheng was a hardworking person, but he didn't go to the fields for a few days."

Ming Shu asked, "Have you even noticed this?"

"Because his field is next to my home." Hou Ximei said again: "I thought that man had left long ago-because I haven't seen it again, but one morning, I saw the man carrying him on his back. Hou Cheng did not come out to deliver the big bag."

"Then did this man show up later?" Ming Shu asked.

"No." Hou Ximei replied firmly, "At least I haven't seen it again."

Another witness is Wang Youqun, who only married from a neighboring village to Qingyue Village a few years ago. Her statement was similar to Hou Ximei, but added the details of the man’s appearance. “I can’t remember what he looked like now, but at that time I feel very handsome. Really, it looks like people from the big city are different from the men in our village. Oh, they are just like you, clean and tidy, not like working people. I went back and told my guy to see you during the day. When I got to a handsome guy, he still scolded me for being serious, haha!"

Fang Yuanhang was excited, "This man is probably the real heart of the tomb! With such a lonely person like Hou Cheng, it makes no sense to let a person live in his own home for several days?"

Mingshu borrowed a portraitist from the Luocheng Bureau to make a portrait of this suspicious man, but the memories of Hou Ximei and Wang Youqun have been blurred, and the portraits painted are completely two people.

At this time, the Los Angeles Public Security Detachment received reports from the masses and raided a nightclub in the Fukang District, arresting dozens of prostitutes and dozens of prostitutes.

Among them, there is Hou Cheng who has been missing for a month.