"Oh, it's nothing, I just can't contact her for the time being." Zhou Wensheng slowed down his tone.
"Oh, that's it." Lu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister Xiaohan's cell phone is habitually silent, and she answers calls casually. If she calls a few times, she will answer the call when she sees it."
"Well, okay. I understand. Goodbye." Zhou Wensheng quickly hung up the phone.
Hit it a few more times, wait and hit again.
Zhou Wensheng looked at hundreds of failed calls on his mobile phone, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.
Lu Xiaohan, where have you been!
"Boss, why don't you ask the local police to open the door?" Wang Bin rubbed his knuckles that were red and slightly painful from knocking on the door, and glanced at Zhou Wensheng, who was holding the phone in a daze.
"What's the reason?" Zhou Wensheng sighed, "Lu Xiaohan left from the city bureau, and now there's just no answer to the phone. The reason why there is no answer may be that the phone is lost, muted, or her phone is not working at all. It’s not at hand. If this is the reason, don’t you think it’s too embarrassing to go out and ask the police to open the door?”
"Then we can't wait here forever..." Wang Bin really didn't want to knock on the door anymore.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it." Zhou Wensheng frowned and lit a match. The familiar smell of tobacco calmed Zhou Wensheng's anxious heart a little.
Unable to contact Lu Xiaohan, Zhou Wensheng decided to analyze Lu Xiaohan's various weird behaviors the day before, and maybe he could find some clues.
"She went to the city bureau to find me yesterday and only did three things." Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath of cigarette, fell into memories, and muttered to himself.
"First, she gave me an envelope with a short poem in it. Second, she told me her dream in detail. She told me twice, once in the morning and once in the evening. Third, she slept in the city bureau A nap."
"Let's do it step by step. Step by step." Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Zhou Wensheng leaned against the door of Lu Xiaohan's room, his brows furrowed. The phone in his hand switched to the photo album.
The first photo in the album is the weird little poem he took yesterday -
She weeps in the dark,
panting in the dirt,
Blood and tears streak across the bones,
Dancing where Soma cannot see,
She is waiting for you,
Go to a meeting.
Darkness, earth, bones.
Zhou Wensheng thought about it over and over again, and the first three sentences seemed to really hint at the cemetery.
The fourth sentence, where Soma cannot be seen... Who is Soma? Zhou Wensheng was a little confused.
Open the search engine, type in the word "Suma" and click search.
Soma - is the god of wine in ancient Indian mythology, and later evolved into the title of the moon god. Soma wine is the nectar of the gods, which can give the drinker supernatural powers or the power of immortality.
Looking at the explanation given by Baidu Encyclopedia, Zhou Wensheng became more and more confused.
"Boss, what are you looking at?" Zhou Wensheng's brows furrowed into knots, making Wang Bin unable to bear the doubts in his heart. He opened his mouth to break the low-pressure silence that enveloped the two of them.
"Look at this little poem." Zhou Wensheng handed the phone to Wang Bin's hand.
"What the hell is this?" Wang Bin read it quickly, his face full of disgust, "What the hell is this? It doesn't rhyme, nor is it poetic. It's also pasted with cut out characters. I can't understand it. Postmodern artwork?”
"This is the little poem in the envelope that Lu Xiaohan gave me yesterday morning." Zhou Wensheng ignored Wang Bin's complaints.
Zhou Wensheng's words seemed to remind Wang Bin of something bad, and the muscles on Wang Bin's face stiffened instantly.
He raised the corner of his mouth unnaturally and said, "Does this poem have any meaning?"
"I always feel that Lu Xiaohan went to the police station yesterday not to report a crime." Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt on the ground and said softly.
"Not to report the crime? Then what did she go to do?" Wang Bin was completely confused. He felt that he could no longer keep up with Zhou Wensheng's jumping thinking.
It was just a small jump of three or five steps before. He tried hard and could barely keep up, but this time he clearly felt that it was a big jump of about ten steps.
"Providing clues."
"Boss, can you make it clearer?" Wang Bin said with a guilty smile.
"Look," perhaps because he was tired from standing, Zhou Wensheng pulled Wang Bin to sit cross-legged on the spot, took out the matchbox and continued, "Yesterday, Lu Xiaohan went to me to report the crime and gave me an envelope..."
"Boss, can we skip the envelope part..." Wang Bin interrupted Zhou Wensheng unnaturally.
"Uh..." Zhou Wensheng was stunned for a moment, and continued without asking any more questions, "Afterwards, Lu Xiaohan told me a dream she had, saying that the dream was very real. She dreamed that she dug a grave with her bare hands. There is someone who looks exactly like her lying in the grave.”
Wang Bin reached out and touched the goosebumps on his arms: "This is so scary...and then what?"
"Then she went to Su Xiaoqing's place to take a nap. After she woke up, she told me the dream again, and the details were accurate."
"What's going on..." Wang Bin didn't quite understand why Zhou Wensheng emphasized that "the details are exactly right."
"If it were you, could you do it?" Zhou Wensheng met Wang Bin's eyes seriously.
"I..." Wang Bin hesitated.
After thinking about it carefully, Wang Bin understood what Zhou Wensheng wanted to express.
"So why can she do it?"
"There are only two possibilities." Zhou Wensheng rolled his eyes at Wang Bin. It was obvious that Wang Bin's reaction did not satisfy him.
Zhou Wensheng felt tired for Wang Bin, whose IQ fluctuated. He couldn't help but sigh and continued to explain: "First, her so-called dream is just a story she carefully arranged. Everything is fake. , so she clearly remembers every detail. And because it was carefully choreographed, these details can all be justified."
"What's another possibility?" Wang Bin asked impatiently.
"The second possibility," Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette, continued, "that is, her so-called dream was her personal experience. That is to say, she was conscious during the three days she disappeared. Digging a grave. Since I experienced it myself, the details are clear and can withstand scrutiny."
"Boss, this second possibility is too scary..." Wang Bin couldn't help but shuddered, "Then what clues are you talking about?"
"Why do you think she went to the police station to tell me this 'dream'?" Zhou Wensheng did not answer Wang Bin's question, but asked a question, "What did she want to express?"
Zhou Wensheng's question made Wang Bin fall into silence.
That's right...running to the police station early in the morning just to talk about a dream you had?
"Boss, is this Lu Xiaohan mentally abnormal..."
