That night, Kiyo suffered from insomnia.

At around 1:00 in the middle of the night, she got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and checked all the doors and windows. On several occasions, she even reached out to shake it.

Fortunately, they are all very reliable.

Muday took the wine and goblet from the bar and walked to the corner of the window of the bar. Although there was no light, it was not dark. There was a sign of never sleeping every few steps on the street. The water in the waterway was shining with a faint light, and the sluts underneath turned into balls of dark shadows.

Mu Dayi slowly poured wine for herself. She didn't care much about drinking. Unlike ten thousand three thousand, the wine was made of. Add a few pieces of ice, how long it took to add ice to make the most likable, and one set of things.

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

***

However, if we trace the root cause, we have to start with the fall of Mahu more than two years ago.

Li Tan remembered it very clearly that it was the 20th anniversary of the fall of Mahu case. It was a cloudy day, with gray clouds clustered in the horizon. Older people said that it was probably going to snow.

After being fired by his unit, Li Tan opened a small supermarket, but his mind was never about business and he could only make a living.

That day, he closed the door early and went to the old building where Li Yaqing once lived. Halfway through the road, snow fell from the sky.

In a blink of an eye, the old building was no longer occupied. The gray cement walls were set against the gray sky with snow particles, and the past was desolate and unlimited.

Li Tan went to Li Yaqing's house and the other residents' homes were empty, only hers, and the furniture was still there. It was probably because the whole family suddenly went there and no one paid attention to these external things anymore.

The blood on the ground was long gone, and the holes chiseled by nails on the wall were lush, like eyes peeking at the wall.

Li Tan felt chest tightness while staying in the room, and went to the corridor to smoke a cigarette. As soon as he grabbed the cigarette butt and wanted to fire, the sound of empty footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.

By the way, Li Tan took refuge in the next room, opened the door and looked out.

The person who came was of medium figure, wearing a wool coat, big toe shoes, a hat with brimmed veils, a wool scarf, and a mask. The snow outside should have become heavier, because when he walked by, snowflakes were falling on his body.

The man stopped at Li Yaqing's door for a while and walked slowly in.

Li Tan's heartbeat was so fierce. Over the years, although he was not professional, he also read out several crime-related books. What impressed him was that some psychopathic murderers would return to the murder scene on the anniversary to reminisce about the scene and feelings at that time.

Although you can't kill it with one stick, at least on today's day, it's quite meaningful to appear here.

Li Tan held his breath and tiptoed downstairs with the man downstairs, clearly seeing the gray hair exposed under the man's hat.

The age seems to be similar to what I expected.

But the man was more alert than he thought. After walking a few alleys, Li Tan disappeared. He asked the residents in the alleys that an uncle with a bucket was impressed by the uncle who had a bucket, saying that the man was inquiring about Li Yaqing's family's case all the way, and he heard that his accent was not a local.

This reminded Li Tan that outsiders always have to leave. The fallen lake is not big, there is only one passenger station. Since it is lost, go to the passenger station to wait for the rabbit.

Li Tan specially withdraws money, brings simple luggage, and wanders around the passenger station for three days, and finally lets him wait again.

He followed the man into the car several times and wanted to see the man's face from the side, but the man's hat was pressed low and he never took off his mask from beginning to end.

I changed stations and transferred buses several times in the middle. I was lucky. I was able to stop every time, but in the end I was completely lost. It was in Xiaoshanghe, Yinchuan.

When it comes to Xiaoshang River, we must mention China's fourth largest desert, the Tengger Desert.

The Tengger Desert is between Helan Mountain and Yabulai Mountain, with an altitude of about 1,200-1,400 meters. Unlike the generally imagined arid desert, there are hundreds of original ecological lakes that have been left for tens of millions of years in the Tengger Desert. The desert is vast and desolate, and the lakes are gentle and gentle, and they are interdependent, forming a rare landscape. The residents naturally hit Masai and live on the lake.

Xiaoshanghe is such a place. It is not large in scale and has a relatively simple lifestyle, but it is not without any lack of liveliness.

Li Tan felt that the man was in Xiaoshang River. He lived in a hotel in the town and wandered around Xiaoshang River every day. There were often winds and sand here. Headscarves and masks were essential attire, and there were a lot of men of medium size. When that person arrived here, he was like a grain of sand mingling into the pile of sand, which was helpless.

After a few days, I didn't find anyone, so I found the distribution of Xiaoshang River's residences.

Most of the houses here are flat-topped houses built with rammed earth. The rammed earth is because there is little stone in the local area, so soil can only be collected on the spot. The second is because of the strong wind and sand, and 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 slope-type roofs.

The only difference is the Low Fort Village courtyard style. This was the house of a wealthy and wealthy family before, and now the ones that can be afforded must be not ordinary people. Li Tan was curious and secretly saw that the black Hummer h2 parked in the yard.

Later, Li Tan saw this car once on the street. He didn't see the person driving. The window in the back seat was half open, revealing the face of a young woman. She tilted her head slightly and her eyes were red, as if she was sad and sad.

But don’t everyone have any sad things? Just like myself, my white hair has been born, my career has not continued, I am still alone, and now I am running thousands of miles away. Why?

That night, Li Tan was drunk in a small restaurant on the street, shouting that he wanted to draw a pen, and suddenly cried with his face in his arms. When the store was almost midnight, he closed his door and drove him out half-pushed.

Li Tan was head-heavy and walked a few steps before slid down to the ground next to the trash can on the street.

There was a sound of footsteps passing by, and Li Tan muttered and forced his eyes to open.

From this angle, he saw a pair of big-headed leather shoes, hands with black leather gloves, and a bundle of fishing lines in his hand.

The smell of alcohol surged, Li Tan closed his eyes tiredly, and after a while, he suddenly opened it. The bottles of cold wine he drank turned into cold sweat and spread out.

Fishing line!

He staggered and stood up and chased the man in the direction where the man left. This place was no better than the city. It was dark as soon as night went. Li Tan looked around in a daze on the street, and then slowly touched a low alley.

Only one family had the lights on, and the smell of old mutton soup could not be suppressed even if it had a mutton smell. When passing by, Li Tan sniffed his nose and sniffed it again.

No, it seems...the smell of blood.

He held a heart that was beating around and cushioned, looking in from the small window on the high place. He was indeed making soup, and the soil-burning stove used to use the previous boiling stove. The soup was already boiling, and the steam-pushed wooden pot covers were rising one after another. The fire in the stove was booming, and strange shadows were reflected on the wall.

A person stood stiffly and stood still, his arms raised high, as if he was about to chop something, but he was shaking, and there was a line connected to his arms, which was being dragged and positioned by another person. The shadow of the line was reflected on the wall, trembling, like a string that cuts his fingers.

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

Afterwards, he regretted it and felt that he should do it more safely, such as calling the police first, but at that time, his thoughts for more than 20 years were suddenly impressed, and his blood surged into his mind, and he could not care about anything.

He fought and rolled together with the man who was threading, knocked down the body, rolled into a pool of blood, poured the soup pot, smashed the dishes, and the fire spread out of the stove. He finally pressed the bastard to the ground, pinched his neck with one hand and pulled his mask with the other.

At this moment, I was hit in the back of my head.

Li Tan panted and fell to the ground, with a man's increasingly blurred face in front of him.

***

When I woke up, I was in the sand slope outside the suburbs of Xiaoshang River. It was still dark at night. In the distant corner of Xiaoshang River, fires soared into the sky.

Later he heard that the family sold peppery mutton, and accidentally cooked mutton soup in the middle of the night, and the fire broke out from the stove.

The weather was dry, and the fire took advantage of the wind and almost burned half of the alley. When the fire was extinguished, the whole family burned like dry wood.

So, it was burned to death.

In this world, only he and the murderer knew that before the fire broke out, the house had used fishing lines to connect dolls.

He hesitated for a long time at the entrance of a police station with only half a small shop in Xiaoshanghe, but left quietly.

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

Of course, he also has selfish intentions: if he calls the police, if he catches that person and is only subject to legal sanctions, wouldn’t that person be too cheap?

Countless times, he beat his head hard, thinking that it would be great if he could remember the accomplice's face.

Wan Fenghuo gave him a tip and said, "You can try hypnosis."

Hypnosis? It sounds like a gimmick that you like to play in foreign countries or movies and TV dramas. It’s not a good thing about daily life. I’m afraid that even a psychologist can’t find one in the entire fallen lake, and I’m also a hypnotist.

However, with a one-tenth of luck, he went to Beijing and walked into a dark-toned office with low-key and luxurious decoration, and the bookcase was full of foreign language hardcover books.

The man who was sitting upright behind the desk, who was said to have been certified by the gpst-ih international hypnotist, politely signaled to him: "Please sit."

***

When he received the call from Mu Dai, Li Tan was sitting on the steps of the Fountain Square, looking at the portrait of the pen drawing. There were all kinds of passers-by around him, each with a face, and each with a pair of eyes.

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

Li Tan said: "I woke up from the sand slope outside the suburbs of Xiaoshang River. It should be that the man who threw me there. I have a wallet and an ID card in my wallet. He must have known my background for a long time."

"If he was really a suspect, he would be very afraid of those who are still pursuing this matter. Cen Chunjiao was telling lies, but some of them were very real. Could Cen Chunjiao be a bait? To catch us fish?"

"Kiyo, you have to be careful."

***

In the quiet night that made people trance, Mu Dai raised his wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Originally, what she thought was: If you want to come, just come, show your sword and give me a trick to see who will be more cruel than whom.

But after a glass of wine...
Chapter completed!