If Xi Yu guessed correctly, there should be a ghost hiding in the music box. After being touched by Qin Yuan, the eyes of the carousel moved slightly, but it did not directly change back to human form like Li Shun and Tour Guide 04.
"her friend?"
The more Xi Yu looked at the music box, the more familiar it became. She remembered that she did have this ornament in her own shop, but this music box ornament did not seem to be for sale.
So who brought this ornament back to Baishi shop?
The memory turned, and a photo from the old file flashed in Xi Yu's mind.
This carousel music box seems to be one of the exhibits found at the Fu'an Hotel crime scene.
Logically speaking, before the case is completely closed, the exhibits will be kept in the evidence storage room of the Municipal Bureau.
But the Fu'an Hotel case is special. After ten years of chasing the murderer, there are no clues. Among the dead are homeless people who disappeared inexplicably in Hanjiang, tenants who temporarily lived in the hotel, female factory workers and students, and even the shop owner himself. Since there is no trace As the situation progressed, the city bureau could not keep possession of the deceased's belongings, and most of the belongings were returned to the families of the deceased who came to claim them.
This does not mean that the city bureau has given up on the investigation of the Fu'an Hotel case. Until now, every policeman who comes to the city bureau will first thoroughly read the files on the Fu'an Hotel case.
Xi Yu was not too surprised that the evidence appeared in the bankbook. Her parents were the most persistent people on the case.
"You must be Chu Pianran's friend Pei Ying."
Special items must obey the owner's orders, but Xi Yu did not force Pei Ying to come out to help. She put the music box into her bag and promised: "I will find the murderer and rescue your friend."
It was still early when they arrived at Fu'an Hotel. If others wanted to cooperate sincerely, Xi Yu would not hesitate to tell them the information he knew, but they didn't even bother to exchange their names with each other.
In this case, in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Xi Yu will try to avoid all contact with them.
If they also see the house rules, then they should choose to investigate at the hotel.
Thinking like this, Xi Yu chewed milk candy and walked to Chenjia Village a few hundred meters away according to her own memory.
In late spring and May, Hanjiang City is located in the southeast. This is the busy farming season. Villagers working outside Chenjia Village have also returned to the village one after another. The villagers either bent over and waved hoes, or squatted down to insert a seed like flowing water. There is a seedling, and the older children take care of the younger ones. The babies are wrapped in cloth by the adults and carried firmly on their backs.
It's so vivid that it doesn't look like someone from a ghost story.
During the busy farming season, there were few outsiders. It was not until Xi Yu stood on the edge of the field, unfamiliarly helping a trembling old woman to plant rice seedlings for a while, that the villagers in Chenjiacun suddenly realized that an outsider had come to the village.
The old woman thought it was some kind-hearted girl coming to help her, but she was shocked when she saw Xi Yu. She rubbed her cloudy eyes: "This, Officer Song?"
"Are you Officer Song's sister?" A villager put down what he was doing and naturally recognized Xi Yu as a relative of Officer Song: "It's Officer Song. Is there anything you want to tell the village?"
Xi Yu's mother's surname was Song. In that era when the number of police officers was tight, many small cases would be piled into the hands of young police officers.
"Yes, I am Officer Song's cousin. I came to Hanjiang to find her this time."
She recognized the identity of her mother's cousin without any psychological burden, and pointed to the Fu'an Hotel in the distance and said with a smile: "A few friends and I came here to hike the mountains. We heard that there were wild wolves, so we stayed at that hotel first. In the afternoon, we will go up the mountain to have a look."
"You little girl are so courageous!"
Before Xi Yu could finish speaking, a villager immediately frowned: "Is the hotel you are talking about the Fu'an Hotel?"
"Yes, my friend and I booked a room for seven days."
Xi Yu smiled brightly, like an ignorant girl who had never been beaten by the world: "There are mountains and rivers here, and the owner of the hotel is a nice person. We also plan to drink with the owner at night."
People in Chenjia Village have never seen such a standard suicide procedure. Some villagers could not hide their shock, while others hesitated to speak.
Perhaps because Xi Yu was a relative of Officer Song, some villagers approached the village chief.
As soon as he heard the name of Fu'an Hotel, the village chief's expression changed instantly. The old man could hardly keep his amiable expression and eagerly jabbered a lot of Hanjiang dialect: "You, how dare you stay in that hotel, you, There are so many places to stay around, but you, girl, have to choose the Fu'an Hotel, alas!"
"Also, what fun is there in this barren mountain? Don't go back to the hotel. Go back to the city to find Officer Song."
Xi Yu curled his lips nonchalantly: "Why? I've paid for the room, and the boss is so nice, so I can't ask him to refund the money."
"How good are you two?!"
The village chief was so angry that he coughed repeatedly. After a long time, he waved his hands to calm down: "Old man, I didn't want to get involved in this matter at first, but for the sake of Officer Song, I am willing to say a few more words to you. Run away quickly. Life is more important than anything else. Just Can the room fee for seven days still buy your life?"
"this......"
Xi Yu's face was pale, as if he was frightened: "Why is it so serious..."
"Are you scared? There are more terrifying things I haven't said!"
"The fifth child of the Chen family at the head of the village is the most greedy. He often sees pieces of bad meat thrown out in the hotel, and he wishes he could pick it up and eat it himself. This winter, he actually ran to the hotel following the smell of the meat. "
The village chief sneered and was about to continue talking when the villagers around him tugged on his sleeves. The village chief closed his mouth again and said after a while: "The fifth child of the Chen family turned into a fool when he came back and couldn't say anything. He only yells and yells, if you don’t want to be like him, then leave quickly.”
Back then, she and Jiang Yingnian, several new trainee police officers who had joined the city bureau, looked at the files of Fu'an Hotel and realized that the people in Chenjiacun must know something. However, the whole village claimed they did not know, and they all had alibis. There is no way.
The village chief's words undoubtedly confirmed their suspicions. Xi Yu's face became even more panicked, but there was a trace of excitement in her heart for no reason.
She ducked down and walked around from a hidden path in the grass to the back of the hotel, where there should be two trash cans for garbage disposal.
Xi Yu was lucky. Three o'clock in the afternoon happened to be the time for the tall and fat He Laoer to dump the garbage.
These lush weeds not only hid Xi Yu's figure, but also blocked her sight. Xi Yu squinted her eyes, concentrating on trying to see something from the bags of black garbage.
A hand that was as thin as a skeleton suddenly stretched out, and when it was about to catch Xi Yu, she clamped it back and swung it away.
"ah!"
The woman made a hoarse, strange cry from deep in her throat. He Laoer raised his head in dissatisfaction: "Bitch, what the hell are you calling me? If you hadn't been able to sell it, I would have killed you long ago!"
The woman screamed feebly, trying to alert He Laoer to what was happening here, but He Laoer only regarded the woman's screams as noise and went straight back to the counter through the back door to drink.
"So loyal."
Xi Yu grabbed the woman's neck and lifted her to a corner where the grass was denser. His movements were harsh, but his tone was gentle.
"Do you have something to say? He won't listen. You can tell me."
