MTL - Seven Evil Slips-Chapter 11

That night, Kiyo suffered from insomnia.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, she got up from the bed, went downstairs with her clothes on, checked all the doors and windows, and reached out to shake them a few times.

Fortunately, they are all solid.

Kiyo took foreign wine and a goblet from the bar, walked to the corner of the bar by the window and sat down. Although there were no lights, it was not dark. The light was bright, and the waterweed below became black shadows one after another.

Kiyo slowly poured the wine for herself. She doesn't pay much attention to drinking, unlike Ten-Thousand, the wine is all mixed, add a few pieces of ice, and how long to add ice is the most delicious.

After receiving Li Tan's message, she called him immediately. Li Tan said that the incident happened in Xiaoshanghe near Yinchuan.

However, if we go back to the source, we have to start with Luoma Lake more than two years ago.

Li Tan remembered very clearly that that day was the 20th anniversary of the Luomahu case, and it was a cloudy day, with gray clouds clustered in the sky, and the elderly people said that it might snow.

After being fired by his work unit, Li Tan opened a small supermarket, but his mind was never on business, he just barely made ends meet.

That day, he closed the door early and went to the old building where Li Yaqing used to live. Halfway there, it was snowing in the sky.

Twenty years later, no one lived in the old building. The gray concrete walls, against the gray sky with snow particles, looked bleak and infinite.

Li Tan went to Li Yaqing's house for a walk, other residents' houses were empty, only her house, the furniture was still there, probably because the whole family left suddenly, no one cared about these outside things.

The bloodstains on the ground were long gone, and the holes in the wall that had been drilled by nails were like prying eyes.

Li Tan felt chest tight while staying in the room, and went to the corridor to smoke a cigarette. Just as he was holding the **** of the cigarette in his mouth to start a lighter, there were suddenly hollow footsteps on the stairs.

By coincidence, Li Tan hid in the next room, opened the door and looked out.

The person was of medium build, wearing a wool coat, big-toed shoes, a hat with a brim, a woolen scarf, and a mask. The snow outside should have increased, because when he walked by, flakes of snow were falling from his body.

The man stopped at the door of Li Yaqing's house for a moment, then walked in slowly.

Li Tan's heart is beating violently. Over the years, although he is not a professional, he has also read a few crime-related books. His impression is that there are some psychopathic murderers who will return to the murder scene on the anniversary, reminiscing about the time. scenes and feelings.

Although it cannot be killed with a single stick, at least it is very meaningful to appear here on this day.

Li Tan held his breath and tiptoed to follow the man downstairs, clearly seeing the man's gray hair protruding from under his hat.

The age seems to be about the same as expected.

But that person was more vigilant than he thought, and after walking a few alleys, Li Tan disappeared. He asked the residents in the alley, and there was an uncle with a barrel, who said that he had been inquiring about the case of Li Yaqing's family all the way. , the accent is not native.

This reminded Li Tan that people from outside have to leave. Luoma Lake is not big, and there is only one passenger station. Since you lost track, you can go to the passenger station and wait for the rabbit.

Li Tan specially withdrew the money, brought simple luggage, wandered around the passenger terminal for three days, and finally let him wait again.

He followed the man into the car, trying to see the man's face from the side several times, but the brim of the man's hat was pulled down, and he did not take off his mask from the beginning to the end.

I changed stations and changed trains several times on the way. I was lucky, and I was able to hold on every time. In the end, I was completely lost. It was in Xiaoshanghe, Yinchuan.

When it comes to Xiaoshang River, one cannot fail to mention China's fourth largest desert, the Tengger Desert.

The Tengger Desert is between the Helan Mountain and the Yabulai Mountain, with an altitude of about 1200-1400 meters. Unlike the generally imagined arid desert, there are hundreds of thousands of years left in the Tengger Desert. The original ecological lake, the desert is vast and desolate, the lake is gentle and soft, interdependent and interdependent, forming a rare landscape, and the residents naturally live on the horseshoe and live by the lake.

Xiaoshanghe is such a place, with a small scale and a relatively simple lifestyle, but it is still lively.

Li Tan intuited that the person was in Xiaoshanghe. He stayed in a hotel in the town and wandered around Xiaoshanghe every day. There was often wind and sand here. Head scarves and masks were essential attire, and there were a lot of men of medium build. When that person arrived here, it was really like a grain of sand mixed into the sand pile, making people helpless.

After a few days, no one was found, but the distribution of Xiaoshanghe's residences was found out.

Most of the houses here are flat-roofed rammed-earth houses. Firstly, rammed-earth is because there are few stone materials in the local area, so soil can only be borrowed locally. Second, because of the strong wind and sand, the thick earth walls are easy to resist wind and sand. As for the flat roof, It does not rain all year round, so naturally there is no need for a sloping roof.

The only one that is different is the courtyard style of the low castle village. It used to be the house of the wealthy gentry, and now it must not be ordinary people who can afford it. Curious, Li Tan took a peek and saw that there was a car parked in the yard. Black Hummer H2.

Later, Li Tan saw this car once on the street. At that time, he didn't see anyone driving. The window in the back seat was half open, revealing the face of a young woman. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be worried Yu sad thing.

But doesn't everyone have sad things? Just like myself, my gray hair has grown, my career is not going on, and I am alone so far, and now I am traveling thousands of miles, why?

That night, Li Tan was drunk in a small restaurant facing the street, clamoring for a pen to draw, and suddenly crying with his face in his hands, the shop owner closed in the middle of the night, and half pushed and half pushed him out.

Li Tan was top-heavy, and after walking a few steps, he slipped and fell to the ground next to the trash can on the street.

There was the sound of footsteps passing by, Li Tan muttered, and barely opened his eyes.

From this angle, he saw a pair of big-toed leather shoes, a hand with a black leather glove, and a bundle of...fishing line in his hand.

The smell of alcohol rose, Li Tan closed his eyes wearily, and after a while, he opened them suddenly, and the bottles of cold wine he drank turned into cold sweat.

fishing line!

He staggered to his feet, and ran towards the direction that the man left. This place is no different from a city, and it is dark at night. Li Tan looked around blankly on the street, and then slowly walked into a low alley.

There was only one house with the lights on, and the smell of old sheep soup that could not be suppressed even the smell of mutton came out from the crack of the door. When passing by, Li Tan sniffed and sniffed again.

No, there seems to be... **** smell.

With a beating heart in his chest, he stood on his toes and looked in from the small high window. The soup was indeed being boiled there, and the old clay stove was used. The soup had already boiled, and the steam pushed the wood. The lids of the pots rose one after another, the fire in the stove was booming, and strange shadows were cast on the wall.

A person stood still, with his arm raised high, as if he was about to chop something, but it was wobbly. There was a thread connected to his arm, which was being dragged by another person, and the shadow of the thread was reflected on the wall. Trembling, like strings with cut fingers.

Li Tan shouted loudly, kicked open the door and rushed in.

He also regretted it afterwards, and felt that he should have done more safely, such as calling the police first, but at that time, the thoughts and thoughts of more than 20 years suddenly loomed in front of him, and the blood rushed to his brain, and he couldn't care about anything.

He fought and rolled with the man threading the thread, knocked over the corpse, rolled in a pool of blood, overturned the soup pot, smashed the dishes, and the fire spread from the stove. He finally pinned the **** to the ground and pinched him Holding his neck, the other hand tugged at his mask.

At this moment, there was a bang on the back of the head.

Li Tan fell to the ground panting heavily, and in front of him was the increasingly blurred face of a man.

When I woke up, I was in the sand **** on the outskirts of the Xiaoshang River, the night was still dark, and the distant corner of the Xiaoshang River was full of flames.

Later he heard that the family was selling peppery mutton, and the mutton soup was accidentally cooked in the middle of the night, and the fire burst out of the stove.

The sky was dry, and the fire took advantage of the wind to almost burn half of the alley. When the fire was extinguished, the whole family was burned like dry logs.

So, burnt.

In this world, only he and the murderer knew that before the fire started, the dolls were connected with fishing lines in the house.

He hesitated for a long time at the entrance of the police station in Xiaoshanghe, which was only half the size of a small shop, and then left quietly.

The fire had destroyed everything, he had no evidence, and was likely to be the sole suspect.

Of course, he also has selfish intentions: if he calls the police, if that person is caught, he will only be punished by law, wouldn't it be too cheap for that person?

Countless times, he beat his head fiercely, thinking, if only he could remember the face of that accomplice.

Wan Fenghuo suggested to him, you can try hypnosis.

Hypnosis? It sounds like a gimmick that is popular in foreign countries or in film and television dramas. It is not popular in daily life. In the whole Lok Ma Lake, I am afraid that there is not even a psychiatrist, and even a hypnotist.

However, with a one-tenth of a million chance, he still went to Beijing, and walked nervously into an office decorated in dark tones, low-key and luxurious, and the bookcases were full of hardcover books in foreign languages.

The person sitting behind the desk, who is said to have the GPST-IH international hypnotist certification, gestured to him politely: "Please sit down."

When he received Kiyo's call, Li Tan was sitting on the steps of the fountain square, looking at the pen-drawn portrait, surrounded by passers-by of all colors, everyone has a face, and each face has a pair of eyes.

Which pair of eyes is staring at him with ulterior motives?

Li Tan said: "I woke up in Shapo on the outskirts of Xiaoshang River. That person probably threw me there. I have a wallet and an ID card in it. He must have known my details well. gone."

"If he is really a suspect, he must be very afraid of those who are still investigating this matter. What Cen Chunjiao said is a lie, but some of it is very true. Could Cen Chunjiao be a bait to catch us? Where are the fish?"

"Kiyo, you have to be careful."

In the trance-quiet night, Kiyo raised his glass and drank it down.

Originally, what she thought was: If you want to come, just come, show your knives, let your tricks go, and see who is more ruthless than the other.

But with a glass of wine...

Fucking ten thousand, do you think she is a fool? Can this wine be real!