Chongqing has two nicknames, Wudu and Shancheng, which are both sincere and sincere without adding any moisture.

Kiyo rarely sees fog, and when he hits it, he thinks he is taking a plane and is myopia.

After getting off the plane, Huo Zihong called Mu Dai, which was considered a tactful reconciliation. Mu Dai then asked her: "Why is this address Lao Jiu Hotpot Restaurant? Are you treating me to hotpot?"

Huo Zihong is gentle and gentle: "You go on time and hand in the door. Someone will greet you. Chongqing has a lot of snacks, so you can come back if you are tired of it."

Judging from this, it seems like she was just sending her to play, and the matter of Lao Jiu’s hot pot restaurant was just by the way.

Mu Dai felt relaxed and found a quick hotel near Jiefangbei to stay in. The next day, he woke up and saw that it was still early, so he went out to take the Yangtze River cableway.

This cable car was a few years old. It was built in the 1980s and the back was not renovated. The hanging cable was squeaking. It made people feel very happy. After the cable car arrived, Mu Dayi wanted to give up, but she was standing too far and was pushed in by the person behind.

Since you come, let's have peace.

The cable car swayed down and soon arrived at the middle of the river. In fact, there was no scenic spot on the Yangtze River waterway. One bridge crossed, a few boats were just a mist.

There are mostly tourists on the cable car, and at this time they mutter: "The locals will definitely not come to sit, there is nothing to see."

While talking, the cable car opposite also came over. Recently, you can see the clothes and appearance of the people inside. The tourists are the easiest to be excited, so they immediately shook their hands and "hi" at the opposite side and "hello".

The opposite side started to clamor almost at the same time, but a man wearing a black jacket by the window did not move. Similarly, the Kiyo on this end did not move either. Naturally, the two looked at each other.

Then the man stretched out his hand and pointed at this side.

The cable car intersected and passed in a flash. It was hard to say who the stretcher was referring to, but strangely, Kiyo subconsciously felt that he was reminding himself that he could not think about it, so he reached out and grabbed the slanted back.

With a whisper, the tentacles were a fat piece of arms.

After a turn, he was a man in his thirties, with a fat head and big ears, and his face was full of flesh and blood pressing his eyes into two lines. He was not tall and shorter than Kiyo.

Kiyo smiled and grabbed his arm and walked forward: "Brother, please stop."

The people next to him were pushed and a little unhappy, but when they saw that the two of them were together, they still made room for them.

The man's small eyes were swaying, his face was gloomy and gloomy. Mu Dai stretched out his other hand, his palm facing up, and sent it to him. The man hesitated for a moment and took out Mu Dai's cell phone from his pocket.

Kiyo didn't say anything. He took the phone and lowered his head and pretended to be browsing the web page. The man kept squeezing outward. This page was just as he thought about it and turned over.

After arriving at the station, Kiyohara returned, thinking that he might even see the man in a black jacket, and thanked him in person. However, after coming out, he looked at the crowds all over the street and suddenly felt that everything was blurry at that time and he might not be able to recognize him.

***

On the way to Laojiu Hotpot Restaurant, Mu Dai called Huo Zihong and told her about the thief. Huo Zihong asked her: "Did you shout? You have to ask everyone to help catch him, so that he can't cheat others anymore."

Mu Daye patiently explained to her: "Aunt Hong, the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake, and even if he shouts, someone may not help me. If he is angry and starts fighting with me on the cable car, it will be very dangerous to sway on the river. Anyway, I give him enough face, don't make a fuss or make trouble, and he is also tactful. After thinking about it, he returns my phone to me."

Huo Zihong sighed: "I still feel that you can't be afraid when encountering such a thing. You have to stand up and act bravely."

Of course it is right to act bravely, but...

Mu Dayi felt that it was impossible to explain to Aunt Hong, so she was too lazy to say that 13,000 is the best example?

A waiter sat at the door of the hot pot restaurant. Mu Dai remembered Huo Zihong's words and asked her to "handle the note" and first gave the note to the waiter. Sure enough, the waiter reached out and pointed: "Finally, turn right, private room."

Mu Daye looked over as hesitated when he arrived at the door, but it should be right. The uncle who dressed like he was acting in a Qing palace drama stood up enthusiastically: "Miss Huo Zihong?"

***

The others had not arrived yet, and Wan Fenghuo was idle, and told Mu Dai about the case of Luomahu and introduced his own business.

He took a hairpin to compare. The hairpin was made of silver, the head of the hairpin was burnt with cloisonné, the phoenix had rubies embedded in his eyes, and a string of white jade beads in his mouth.

"For example," Wan Fenghuo first covered the hairpin with his hands. "Three people looked for me, one was looking for an old silver hairpin with a phoenix, one was looking for a phoenix with rubies as eyes, and one was looking for a phoenix with white jade in his mouth. These were the three demands, but at that time I had nothing in my hand, so I would archive these three first and pay attention to it."

"And one day," he shrank his hand and exposed the hairpin, "When someone took a hairpin to sell it, the buyer, the seller, and that's what it's right."

Muyo is smart and can be easily understood at a glance: "So this hairpin is like the news you have fallen into. Those who will come later, including me, are all those who have inquired about the case in Locke Lake before?"

She felt that it was a bit of a big deal: "How much money can this make? And, just call to notify me, is it necessary to have someone come here?"

Wan Fenghuo glanced at her: "People who think they are important will come over."

A simple sentence, it is quite meaningful to think about it. Mu Dai felt a little shocked: Aunt Hong thinks this matter is important? Does she know someone in the case?

However, Kiyo's curiosity was not that strong. Anyway, he was just a memoir to come and receive the news.

Three other people have also arrived. One is a thin woman in her forties, with brows as if she had forgotten to grow. She was named Cen Chunjiao and sat next to Wan Fenghuo.

The other two are men, one is Ma Tuwen, who is 27 or 28 years old, drunk and sleepy, wearing a vest with bare shirtless and big flower arms tattooed on his arms; the other is Li Tan, who is in his fifties, tall and thin, with a hunched back, with deep wrinkles, and a miserable face.

Wan Fenghuo closed the door of the private room and twisted the ignition switch under the hot pot: "Let's eat and chat. You have paid the money and it has always been here. After listening to what Cen Chunjiao said, he decided to pay the bill or not - but then again, the bill must be paid, unless... it's fake news."

Mu Daya was a little surprised. It turned out that Aunt Hong and the others had already put the money in Wan Fenghuo. This hot pot banquet was paid for the meal after listening to the news. She thought it was quite novel.

If it is like a casino, everyone has a fund that represents the amount in front of them, and it would be even more interesting to listen to push two out after a while.

The hot pot soup noodles were slightly scattered, and the fragrance was mixed with the bubbles. Mu Dai was very excited. He adjusted the sauce dish and stretched out his chopsticks to serve the dishes. When the chopsticks were stretched out, he suddenly realized that the table was moving, and hesitated for a while, but continued.

Ma Tuwen, who was beside him, looked at her strangely, not because she thought her actions were abrupt: this girl is young and dressed carefree and lively. No matter how she looks, she feels out of place with the whole room.

Cen Chunjiao's eyes swept through everyone one by one and said the first sentence.

"The person who killed someone was actually dead, but died five years ago."

Mu Dayi felt that it was normal. It had been more than twenty years, and the murderer could die normally or accidentally. She paid attention to the expressions of the other two people: Ma Tuwen was not unusual except for sleepiness, but Li Tan suddenly looked up, and a trace of undetectable anger flashed across his face.

***

Five years ago, I worked as a waiter in a small hotel near the Western Suburbs of Jinan. It was a low-end hotel. The bedding was not removed and washed all year round. Although the people living there were all kinds of people, most of them were not rich and worked.

It was my night shift that day. I was lying at the front desk in the middle of the night to take a nap. Suddenly the phone rang. In Room 103, the guests inside asked me to send me a pot of hot water.

I have seen that resident. I have been staying in the hotel for more than ten days. Except for meeting him on the first day of check-in, I basically didn't see him coming out later. Moreover, he was already very sick when he checked in. At that time, our waiter joked privately, saying that he could not stay for a long time, and it would be unlucky to die here.

When I received the call, I felt a little scared. The man's voice was intermittent and weak, making people feel that it was about to fail.

I carried the kettle and took the keys. No one responded when I knocked on the door. I opened the door with the keys. As soon as I entered, I knew something was wrong. The man's face turned black, his eyelids turned white, and he lay on the bed with his eyes wide open and his eyes bleed, feeling like he was about to die in minutes.

I was very scared and called my boss immediately. The boss was not staying in the hotel. It was probably because it was too late and I was very angry when I woke me up. As soon as I contacted it, he yelled at me, then hung up and dialed it again. The phone was turned off.

I was so anxious that I decided to go downstairs to find the old man who was watching the door. Then I walked to the door. The man lying on the bed suddenly spoke.

***

Kiyoshi picked up chopsticks to pick up vegetables. When he heard this, he felt that the tiny hairs on his arms stood up.

It’s not that I’m afraid, I feel so frightened.

Li Tan's voice was rustling, and his voice made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it: "What did he say?"

A hint of confusion passed through Cen Chunjiao's face, as if she was still a little scared: " Specifically, he is not talking."

"He stared at the ceiling with a big eyes, staring at the ceiling, speaking very quickly, like a typewriter typing, without undulating sound, and without stuttering, it was very similar to an endorsement."

Wan Fenghuo asked: "What's the content... that's it?"

"First it was the year, month, month, day, day, and address, xx road, xx street, xx county. I killed a few people, then the gender, name, what tools to kill, how to kill, how to escape after the killing, and that tone of making a report, my eyes kept staring at the ceiling."

Mu Dai's scalp was a little numb, and he subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. Cen Chunjiao emphasized twice that "always staring at the ceiling", which made her feel inexplicably that there was something on the ceiling.
Chapter completed!