Madness of the Heart

The powder snow heaven and the golden rose nightclub are separated by a clogged and misty street, facing each other diagonally. The name of the shop is vulgar and the same, and the business is similar.

The slight difference is that the Golden Rose Nightclub hosts only men, while Powder Snow Paradise has many middle-aged female customers.

They are the most inferior **** venues in Beverly City and Los Angeles. The charges are not high and the quality of service personnel is extremely low. Most of the guests who come to hunt for beauty are the low-level civilians in this city.

For hostesses and hostesses, there are many benefits to working here-no ID check, no medical report, daily pay, come and sell whenever you want, and leave whenever you want, leaving almost no trace.

Of course, those who are in good conditions do not look down on it here, but those who are not so outstanding in appearance and figure, or who are unwilling to reveal their identity and who are in urgent need of money, will not take care of so many people.

After intensive platooning, the Los Angeles police have determined that Hou Oar was working in Powder Snow Paradise before his disappearance.

Liu Zhiqin personally led the team to the powder snow paradise and put the photo of Hou Paddle in front of the shift manager A Su.

A Su nervously took the photo, and was a little confused. After ten seconds or so, he said, "Xiaojiang, yes, it should be Xiaojiang. He is not dressed like this, and I didn't recognize him for a while. Why, he is actually a graduate student of Luoyang University. ?"

"Are the surveillance videos of the past half month still available?" Liu Zhiqin asked, putting away the photos.

"Still, still." A Su quickly led the way in person, "Please, may I ask what happened to Xiao Jiang? He hasn't come to work for more than ten days."

Liu Zhiqin stopped, looked at Ah Su, and asked, "Your employees haven't shown up for more than ten days. Have you ever thought of calling the police?"

"I, we don't have such a rule." A Su hurriedly rubbed his hands and explained: "It's like this. This kind of situation is really common in our place. Many entertainers disappear inexplicably after going to work. We can’t control them, and we don’t dare to. Who knows if they make enough money to wash their hands and quit, or provoke some serious people? We will not investigate this, and even report the crime. The police and those Big boss, we dare not offend any of us."

Liu Zhiqin snorted coldly, "Don't you dare to offend the police?"

Ah Su also knew that this time he was in trouble.

Since he became a shift manager, how many hostesses and hostesses left without saying hello, and no police officer came to investigate. This time so many police officers came, and it seems that they are not "acquaintances" of the police station or the branch, but the city. People in the bureau, this posture must have happened to Xiaojiang. It was either a murder or a drug-related incident. No matter what it was, Fenxue Heaven would have to follow the bad luck.

Ah Su thought of Xiao Jiang, whose speech and manners were different from those of other male hostesses, and felt very upset in his heart.

Such an unusual person should not be recruited!

The surveillance video has been called up. Hou Dao wore a gaudy bright shirt and white trousers and walked around the middle-aged men, sometimes pouring alcohol, and sometimes sitting on the men's lap.

Liu Zhiqin asked: "Aren't all the male waiters here serving female customers?"

Ah Su shivered. The police in front of him had such a clear understanding of the market situation in the store, and the security detachment might be coming soon.

"It's not all." A Su stubbornly said: "If you serve male customers, your income will be slightly higher. Xiao Jiang seems to be short of money, so he asked me how I can make as much money as possible. I, I So he arranged a male customer for him. He looks clean and gentle, and many men are just like him. Some time ago, his income was among the best in our place."

"How long has he stayed with you?" Liu Zhiqin asked again.

"It's more than two months." A Su said and waved his hand exaggeratedly. "I really don't know what he did in other places. I also work here."

The video was playing in multiples, and suddenly, a familiar figure flashed by.

Liu Zhiqin immediately played it back, frozen, frowning.

The person who appeared on the screen turned out to be Hou Cheng, who was currently detained in the bureau.

Hou Cheng leaned on the interrogation chair and smiled comfortably: "Can't you guess?"

Ming Shu's mind turned quickly, "Hou Paddle is in the Fukang District, a remote place with no people and no public cameras. This place is not far from the Golden Rose Nightclub."

"Oh, great." Hou Cheng wanted to applaud again, putting his hands together, but did not make a sound, "Hou Pad and Yang Nanke are not worthy to live! He had no mother since he was a child, if it weren't for Hou Jianjun to pull him, he would have been in elementary school. Ill die, how can I have a chance to go to college. Now these young people don't know how to repay their parents' kindness and regard their parents as enemies. They shouldn't die, then who should die? Poor village chief, and gave birth to such unfilial sons as Hou Oar! "

Ming Shu didn't want to listen to Hou Cheng's tirades, so Fang Yuanhang stayed in the interrogation room to videotape. After reporting to Xiao Yuan, he drove to the Fukang District.

At the same moment, Liu Zhiqin had locked his search range on a barren **** 3 kilometers away from the powder snow paradise.

The street scenes flooded into the car one after another, Ming Shu's expression was cold, and his afterimages swept to the sideboard from time to time.

In the synchronized video, Hou Cheng had a hideous face, and every sentence seemed to contain blood.

Hou Cheng said that when he first arrived in Los Angeles, he hadn't thought of killing Hou Oar, it was Hou Oar that hit him.

According to the planned plan, Hou Cheng appeared in various nightclubs in the Fukang District. One day, he suddenly found Hou Paddle in the feasting and feasting scene.

He was shocked. He didn't expect Hou Jianjun, a promising son, to sell himself in a nightclub.

He was observing Hou Oar in the dark, and suddenly the inspiration for the next book was brewing in his heart-he wanted to kill a glamorous book in the book, studying in a prestigious school, looking promising, but not worthy of being a hypocrite of the Son of Man, and this Hypocrites, who happens to be gay.

He hates homosexuality to the bone, and the reason is that homosexuality cannot give birth to offspring.

This is also a kind of filial piety.

"Homosexuality, especially **** men should disappear in this world!"

Hou Paddle can't remember him anymore. He stayed in Powder Snow Paradise for a few days. He repeatedly heard Hou Paddle claiming that his parents had died, and he was struggling in Los Angeles by himself.

The killing intent in his heart became more and more vigorous, firstly because of his strong desire to create, and secondly because Hou Da was too unfilial.

Murder is addictive. Killing Yang Nanke three years ago gave him a hearty pleasure that he had never had before, and even gave him a steady stream of writing inspiration.

Readers often reflect-the details of the killing described in the heart of the tomb are very real, which makes the scalp numb, both exciting and refreshing.

Even Guo Xian, the editor in charge, said, "Teacher Tomb Heart, you wrote so brilliantly about murder, so brilliant!"

He laughed dryly.

How can it be unhealthy? He was the one who held up the butcher knife, how could there be other authors who were better at writing about murder than him?

But three years later, the inspiration that Yang Nanke brought was gradually dwindling. He urgently needed to kill another person with his own hands...No, kill a demon, and feel the joy of killing again.

Hou Oar appeared just right.

There are many different kinds of people outside the **** place. He squatted for a few nights, and finally waited until Hou Oar was alone.

Hou Paddle is drunk every night, drinking white wine and red wine together, and sometimes being drugged in the wine.

To "cook" a person controlled by alcohol is simply too simple.

He stopped Hou Oar, who was off work in the early morning, and smiled weirdly.

Hou Oar could easily push him away, but he heard his name in his mouth.

Powder Snow Paradise does not report his real name. Hou Paddle works here part-time, and he is called "Xiaojiang" instead of "Hou Paddle".

Hou Paddle stopped immediately and looked at him in surprise, "You..."

"Don't be afraid, we are fellow villagers." Hou Cheng said, "I watched you grow up."

Hou Pad's eyes were a little out of focus because of the alcohol, and he looked at the wretched old man in front of him alertly.

Hou Cheng said gloomily: "Your dad thought you were studying hard in school, but he didn't expect you to be in a place like this..."

Without waiting for Hou Cheng to finish, Hou Oar has pulled him towards the remote alley, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Hou Cheng shrugged, "I said, I am your fellow. Don't you remember me? Your dad often comes to my house to give me soup and food, and you have followed."

Hou Oar seemed to remember, "You are that Hou... Hou Cheng? Why are you here?"

Hou Cheng said: "Your dad might also want to ask, why are you here?"

Hou Da's face became panicked under the dim street lamp, "Don't tell him!"

"Is this bad?" Hou Cheng said, "I don't want to lie to your dad."

"Uncle Cheng!" Hou Da was not sober at first, in a state where he couldn't manage his emotions normally, he became anxious when he heard it, "My dad doesn't know, you can't tell him!"

Hou Cheng left for a while and said, "Then you have to listen to me."

Hou Paddle's wine grew more and more, "What do you want me to do?"

"Come with me somewhere." Hou Cheng said.

Hou Pao hesitated a little, and stood still on the spot.

"If you don't come, I will tell not only your dad, but also the classmates and teachers in your school." Hou Chengyin laughed a few times, "Where do you go to school, what level, and what major? Your dad is in the village. I'm talking about it."

Hou Paddle gritted his teeth and followed Hou Cheng from the dim alley to the deeper darkness.

There was a noisy sound from the mobile phone, and Liu Zhiqin's voice was very deep, "We salvaged a seriously corrupt corpse from a weir pond in a barren mountain."

Ming Shu parked the car on the side of the road and patted the steering wheel with a palm.

In the synchronized video from the interrogation room, Hou Da said with great excitement: "I pressed him to the ground and killed him with a hammer hidden in my bag! It was like killing Yang Nanke back then! Hahaha! He was that. I knocked my clever brain so broken! He deserves it! Who told him to treat Hou Jianjun that way! Hou Jianjun is a good father, but he is an unfilial son! His head will only count as his father when he grows up, it is better to smash it! I will He was thrown into the weir pond, he is still there now!"

Ming Shu pushed the door of the car and ran towards the weir pond.

And Hou Cheng in the interrogation room was still on the voyage of the other party to talk endlessly, "I originally wanted to use another method so that I could get a different inspiration for the "demon hunting". But if I didn't use a hammer, I was not sure to kill this head completely. Devil. Hehe, when I hit the first hammer on his head, he was dumbfounded, and when I continued to hit, his eyes popped out. Ah—I really want to write this scene into my new book!"

When Ming Shu rushed to the weir pond, he smelled a strong body odor.

The oar was stuffed in a woven bag, which was wrapped over the scrap iron rebar. Hou Pad's death was more tragic than Yang Nanke, his head was completely shattered, and the whole woven bag was soaked with brain plasma and blood.

The trash around the weir ponds piled up into mountains, the stench was unpleasant, and the corpses rotted at the bottom of the pond. Before being salvaged, no matter how pungent odors were emitted, they would be covered by the surrounding odor. At this time, it was summer, and after a few heavy rains, the traces of the corpse would be washed away. In the future, even if someone accidentally discovers the sunken body at the bottom of the pond, the case will be quite difficult to detect.

The most embarrassing thing is that Hou Pad was missing for many days, and no one called the police for him.

Fenxue Tiantang doesn’t care about his life and death, but just wants to avoid risks; his classmates said that he didn’t often show up at school, he did his own research and took care of his own private work, even the tutor couldn’t control him; and his father couldn’t get through him from time to time. He often treated him coldly on his phone calls, and never thought that he had been killed.

A young man was killed in this way, no one cared, no one was looking for, and the last one to knock on his door was his father, and Baba came to give him an expensive lighter.

Until his death, Hou Paddle didn't understand why bad luck had happened to him.

At the end of the confession, Hou Cheng indulged in a murderous state, repeating what he said when committing the crime, "I will kill you demon!"

Fang Yuanhang got up angrily and shouted: "Who is the real demon? For writing inspiration, kill people who shouldn't die in the name of "devil hunting". You are the unforgivable demon!"

Hou Cheng was stunned by the roar, and said gloomily: "You can record a video for me again, and tell Hou Jianjun-few people in the village care about me. You once sent me food. I am grateful to you, so I will kill you. If your unfilial son is dead, I can be regarded as repaying my gratitude!"

Fang Yuanhang was trembling with anger, "You are a lunatic! Village Chief Hou helped you. You killed his only son, so you are ashamed to say repaying your favor?"

No one has told Hou Jianjun that his only son has been killed. He has been guarding the city bureau, waiting for the police to bring his son back safely.

He saw Yang Nanke's father Yang Juncheng sitting in the hall desperately, as if he had already cried out of tears.

Yang Juncheng raised his head, they looked at each other far away, unaware of the tragedy that happened to each other.

Yang Juncheng couldn't stand up anymore, Hou Jianjun walked over tremblingly, handed the only tissue he had to him, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Everything will be fine, everything will be fine."

On the way back to the Municipal Bureau, Liu Zhiqin said: "Human nature is too complicated. Hou Oar is unwilling to talk to Hou Jianjun. He despises Hou Jianjun, but he still regards Hou Jianjun as his father. We found two insurances in the place where he rented. He bought it for Hou Jianjun. The country folks have no awareness of insurance, and Hou Jianjun may not know that Hou Oar bought him sickness insurance."

Ming Shu frowned and looked out the window.

"Why did Hou Paddle go to places like Fenxue Heaven? Now I can't find the answer." Liu Zhiqin sighed, "I still remember the expression on Fang Yuanhang's lighter when he saw Fang Yuanhang's lighter the first time I saw Hou Jianjun. Pain may be a hurdle he can't overcome anymore."

When he returned to the Municipal Bureau, the sky was already bright, and Ming Shu never went to see Hou Cheng again.

The line in the heart of the tomb has been found to be a complete knot. He and Xiao Yuan took a break from Lu Kun and Li Hongmei's case, and finally locked Hou Cheng and dug up two murder cases.

He has done everything he can.

Hou Cheng committed the crime in Los Angeles, and the Los Angeles police were responsible for the rest of the work. It stands to reason that he must rush back to Dongye City immediately to continue investigating Luo Xiangfu's case.

But suddenly he felt very tired, and he stepped back, thinking that he would be leaning against a cold wall, but he crashed into a familiar arm.

He turned his head abruptly, his tone changed from the uncontrollable dependence to the solemnity of his subordinates facing the leader, "Brother...Xiao Ju!"

"Tired?" Xiao Yuan quietly added force to his back, and then retracted his arm naturally.

"It's okay." He took advantage of his strength to stand up straight.

Xiao Yuan smiled lightly, "Go back tonight, I can sleep on the road."

"Go back tonight?" Ming Shu opened his eyelids, "I..."

Xiao Yuan looked at him gently, "Huh?"

"I still owe Team Hua and Teacher Liu a meal." Ming Shu said, "I still want to clear the debt and go back."

"I'm afraid it won't work." Xiao Yuan said: "There are still a lot of things to be dealt with in the heart of the tomb case. They will be busier than us."

Ming Shu thought for a while, "Want to find the people affected by the heart of the tomb among the suspects in the homicide case across the country?"

"Yes. This is related to Hou Cheng's sentencing." Xiao Yu'an said: "Because of the particularity of the case, this investigation can only be carried out in a low-key manner. The social impact of the tomb core has already been caused, and there may be people with "someones" in the future. The murderer who committed the crime on the grounds that he should die. Hou Cheng can only deal with it coldly for the time being. Any exposure will inevitably cause a new wave of discussion and attention, attracting more'believers' to the heart of the tomb."

Ming Shu nodded, and asked, "Shall we take the high-speed train back? With Fang Yuanhang and the others?"

At first, only Ming Shu and Fang Yuanhang came to Los Angeles. Later, Xiao Yuan successively transferred some of his team members to join with the Los Angeles criminal police to detect the culprit. Now there are more than 20 Dongye criminal polices in Los Angeles.

"Go in batches." Xiao Yuan said: "One trip tonight, one trip tomorrow evening."

During the day, the Los Angeles City Bureau stood in the sun, purged and dignified, and all work was carried out in an orderly manner. The autopsy and Hou Dao’s medical records proved that Hou Dao was diagnosed with a brain tumor during the physical examination three months ago.

This is probably the reason why he went to the powder snow heaven to make quick money soon.

Hou Jianjun finally learned the news of Hou Pad's murder, his old face seemed to freeze suddenly, and his vitality dissipated from every breath.

The village cadres who came from Qingyue Village shed tears and helped him. As soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground.

Ming Shu hurried over, trying to help him up, but he couldn't stand up anymore and whispered, "Why..."

why.

Countless people ask this sentence every day.

And the rest of Hou Jianjun's life may be spent in this sentence.

Ming Shu thought of the insurance that Hou Oar had bought for Hou Jianjun, and his heart was gone.