"On the contrary, I think her behavior is more like a request for help, similar to providing clues." Zhou Wensheng looked at Wang Bin seriously.
"Help?" Wang Bin looked at Zhou Wensheng without knowing why.
"Yes." Zhou Wensheng nodded, pointing to the photo on his phone and said, "She probably wrote this little poem herself, and there may be very important information hidden in it."
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.
Wang Bin read the poem on the photo softly, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "Boss, there is no information in this..."
"I think the first three sentences are describing the cemetery," Zhou Wensheng's eyes returned to the mobile phone, his brows slowly furrowed, "But I can't quite understand what the fourth sentence is about. I found Su on the Internet Ma is the god of wine and moon in Indian mythology, but this place where Soma is invisible..."
"Could it be hinting at the place where the moon cannot shine..." Wang Bin scratched his head and said.
"Then combined with the first three sentences, are you implying a cemetery where the moon cannot shine?" Zhou Wensheng muttered "Nonsense" in his heart and hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
"Boss, what do you mean, Lu Xiaohan wants you to go to a cemetery where the moon can't shine?" As soon as the words came out, Wang Bin felt like a fool.
“How many layers of the pagoda are broken, whose soul is broken?
In pain, I went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed..."
Before Zhou Wensheng could respond, a call suddenly came from the cell phone in his hand.
"Team Zhou, it's me." Luo Qi's cold voice came from the receiver, "The identification of that envelope has been completed, but you are not in the office. Originally, I wanted to wait until you come back, but Forensic Doctor Wang said that you should be very familiar with the identification results. If you are interested, I must tell you now."
"Say." Luo Qi's words aroused Zhou Wensheng's curiosity.
"On the envelope, the letter paper, and the cut-out blocks, there is only Lu Xiaohan's fingerprints."
Luo Qi's words were like a bolt of lightning, striking Zhou Wensheng on the head without any bias.
"I understand, thank you." Zhou Wensheng put the phone in his pocket with thoughts full of thoughts, Luo Qi's words echoed in his ears.
There is only one fingerprint of Lu Xiaohan, which means that either the person who wrote this letter is extremely cautious, or this letter was written by Lu Xiaohan!
Zhou Wensheng narrowed his eyes and lit the match, took a deep breath of cigarette, and cast his sharp eyes through the smoke to Lu Xiaohan's closed door.
…………
"Who is that?" Lu Xiaohan hung up the phone irritably.
Lu Xiaohan decided to wait for dark in Somo Cemetery, so he found a relatively strong-looking willow tree, sat under the tree, leaned against the tree pole, and waited for the sun to set.
In boredom, Lu Xiaohan took out his cell phone, intending to take advantage of this moment to check out his next target, but as soon as he opened it, he saw hundreds of missed calls from Zhou Wensheng.
Lu Xiaohan thought for a while and decided to go back to the past, but the call notification sound came from the receiver.
Seeing how little power was left after being beaten by Zhou Wensheng, Lu Xiaohan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
In order to save power, Lu Xiaohan put his mobile phone into airplane mode, and then reluctantly dug out the map of Huzhou City he bought at a roadside newsstand early in the morning.
At this time, Lu Xiaohan was somewhat grateful for his wit.
Originally, I was worried that I would run too far and have no signal on my mobile phone, so I bought a paper map just in case. Unexpectedly, I actually used it.
His white fingers traced the map, sliding towards the suburbs.
The remaining soil between the nails made Lu Xiaohan shiver.
She had obviously washed it very hard with a toothbrush before going to the police station, but she still didn't think it was clean.
Yes, she didn't tell the truth to Zhou Wensheng at the police station.
She concealed the fact that she woke up in the morning to find the fingernails of her hands filled with foul-smelling dirt.
She knew that it was not a dream, that she had really dug a grave with her bare hands.
She wanted to stop digging the grave countless times, but no matter how much she struggled in her heart, her hands seemed to be out of control. She kept digging, digging, even if her fingernails were torn and bleeding. It hurt, and she couldn't control her hands.
It wasn't until she was frightened into fainting by the person in the grave who looked exactly like her, and it wasn't until she woke up that she gained the ability to control her body again.
But when she opened her eyes, she was lying peacefully on the bed at home.
She wanted to tell Zhou Wensheng this very much, but she also knew that Zhou Wensheng would most likely not believe it.
Only when he found the grave that he had dug for three days could he be confident that Zhou Wensheng would believe him.
But it is really difficult to find that grave.
There are many villages in the suburbs of Huzhou City, but there are not many places that may be called cemeteries. Most of them are cemeteries with the nature of family ancestral graves.
And the only person who has anything to do with Sumo is where he is now.
Somo Cemetery, I had quietly checked it out last night when I was applying a facial mask. This is a cemetery that has been abandoned for many years. It is said that it was built by missionaries very early on.
It was named Soma in the hope that the people buried here could gain eternal life through the power of Soma wine.
Lu Xiaohan didn't know whether the people buried here had gained eternal life, but the missionary must not have the power to gain eternal life. Otherwise, this cemetery would not be so abandoned.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiaohan raised his head and looked at the dilapidated and overgrown tombs around him, feeling increasingly unsure.
She lowered her eyes and tried to recall the scene when she was digging the grave.
She vaguely remembered that there were no willow trees or weeds around the grave she dug... and there seemed to be a faint moonlight...
wrong.
How can there be moonlight?
Is it an illusion?
Or do you think you understood it wrong?
If it was an illusion, then what light did I use to see clearly the appearance of the person lying in the grave?
If it's not an illusion, then what does "the invisible place of Soma" in that little poem refer to?
Lu Xiaohan felt more and more that he was looking in the wrong place.
Gululu...
Before Lu Xiaohan could get upset, her stomach was the first to protest.
Alas, let’s find a place to eat first.
I don’t know if the coward driver is still out there.
Lu Xiaohan muttered and stood up, walking towards the cemetery gate.
…………
"Did you find it?" Zhou Wensheng extinguished the cigarette butt at his feet with a slight irritation.
Wang Bin regretted it so much that he just wanted to slap himself.
That's what he said so much - Lu Xiaohan wants you to go to a cemetery where the moon can't shine?
Zhou Wensheng ordered himself to open the map on his mobile phone and search for Somo-related cemeteries around Huzhou City.
Unfortunately, he searched all over the information and map, but could only find one place - Somo Cemetery.
According to the pictures on the Internet, Somo Cemetery has been abandoned for many years. It is surrounded by flat areas, with no mountains or buildings. How could such a cemetery be a place where the moon cannot shine...
"Buzz...buzz..." Just when Wang Bin didn't know how to explain it to the slightly irritable Zhou Wensheng, the phone in his hand beeped at the right time.
Wang Bin quickly answered the phone as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Officer Wang, I found what you asked me to look for. I'll send it to you when it's convenient for you." A young and polite voice came from the receiver.
