"About five years ago, we found a body in that unfinished building."
"The little boy's body?"
"No," Han Sanpin shook his head, "a woman's body."
"Huh? A woman's body?"
"Well, later we investigated this woman's identity. Her husband is a teacher at the Provincial Medical College," Han Sanpin suddenly interjected, "This is the school where Xiaoyan studied.
"The woman is a housewife who has no job and has been taking care of her children at home. Because the Provincial Medical College is not in West China City, the woman's husband has been living on campus and only comes back on weekends.
"Later, the woman was targeted by gangsters, and then the gangster kidnapped the woman and her son in order to get money. But the man couldn't come up with so much money, so he chose to call the police. By the time we found the woman, it was There’s a corpse, in that unfinished building.”
"Where's that little boy?" Chu Ping vaguely felt that there might be some connection between the dead woman and the little boy under the overpass.
"The little boy died too," Han Sanpin sighed, as if he was regretting, "There is an overpass in front of the unfinished building. Maybe he was afraid of being caught by the police. The robber's car was driving very fast at the overpass. It hit a pillar and the two robbers and the little boy in the car died on the spot."
It seems right.
"The little boy I met is probably the kid who was kidnapped by the robbers back then." Chu Ping remembered all the weird things that happened under the overpass before. "Since the little boy has turned into a weird existence, then his Mom should be able to do it too...
"Jiang Qing said that strange existences are formed with the support of obsession and resentment. There must be resentment in a woman's death. It depends on whether she is obsessed with her child.
"It seems that I have a chance to go and visit that unfinished building. The little boy's words to his mother are not in vain."
Chu Ping thought that Han Sanpin's words were over, but Han Sanpin lowered his voice and said to him: "After the little boy died, accidents started to happen on that road. In the beginning, vehicles would have inexplicable problems when they walked there. , and then it got out of control, and eventually people started to die in car accidents. In the past, that road was called Happy Road, but then no one felt happy, and everyone who could move moved away, and some people began to call that road Wufu Road. Human road.”
"Um?"
It was the first time that Chu Ping knew that the road actually had a name.
No one's road, well, that's good, there's no one alive on the road.
"There might be dirt on that road."
Han Sanpin's expression when he said these words was very much like the aunts in the community who were discussing gossip.
Chu Ping glanced at Han Sanpin strangely.
"What do you want me to do? Can't the people's police discuss non-scientific things?" Han Sanpin threw a cigarette to Chu Ping, "Just listen to some things and don't take it seriously, but there are indeed evil things in the unfinished building. Very, if you can, don't go. If you have something wrong with you, how will I explain it to your father?"
Chu Ping smiled bitterly. Not only did he go, but he also became that dirty thing's mother by accident.
Chu Ping wanted to light Han Sanpin's cigarette, but he just touched his jacket pocket and then remembered that he had dropped his lighter on the overpass.
"Your third aunt won't let you smoke in the house. Come on, let's go out and smoke."
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"puff--"
As the flames gathered, Han Sanpin lit the cigarette in his mouth, took two strong puffs, and then threw the lighter to Chu Ping.
Smoke rose, obscuring the starry night sky.
Chu Ping felt vaguely unreal.
"Take this, and remember to bring it back to me after reading it. This is a copy of the case report about the No. 405 bus bombing ten years ago. You asked me for it before. Go back and take a look. I have already read it. It’s been almost ten years. To be honest, I can’t stand it any longer, but I still have the same attitude. I think there was something fishy about the explosion back then.”
Chu Ping took the portfolio from Han Sanpin. He never knew that such a small portfolio could be so heavy.
"Thank you for your hard work, Third Uncle, I believe in you."
Three simple words contained everything Chu Ping wanted to say about Han Sanpin.
"Well, after all, it's been ten years. Just do your best. If you're happy, your parents won't blame me."
Although Han Sanpin's words were simple, they were extremely warm to Chu Ping.
After Chu Ping's parents were killed in a car accident ten years ago, his life became a mess. If Han Sanpin hadn't been beating him on the side and pulling him out of the abyss again and again, it would be hard for Chu Ping to imagine. What would I look like now? Maybe I was fighting to the death with someone on a certain street over the territory, or maybe I was caught stealing something and I am still locked up in a prison and cannot get out.
"thank you."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you really want to thank me, just follow me back to the police station."
Chu Ping chuckled and did not answer Han Sanpin's words.
"It's getting late, I won't keep you here."
Han Sanpin knew what Chu Ping's choice was.
"Um."
Han Sanpin had no intention of keeping Chu Ping around. After all, the purpose of calling him here today was to introduce him to a girl and see if he could solve Chu Ping's life-long issue. But in the end, this guy actually let him go.
When Han Sanpin saw Chu Ping's car, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"Did you really just help that kid find his family?"
Chu Ping nodded noncommittally.
"There were some hiccups in the middle, but they were all within my tolerance."
Han Sanpin looked at Chu Ping's second-hand Jetta, which had gone through countless disasters, and suddenly felt pity for the car.
"Looks like you just got it back from the repair shop."
"Well, uncle, don't worry, I'm a VIP there and can get a discount."
Han Sanpin looked at the white car that had disappeared into the night and suddenly shouted: "This is what I'm talking about!"
It was already past eight o'clock, and Chu Ping did not dare to take the road to the unfinished building. He was really afraid that if he met the little boy again, and if the other person left him there on a whim, then his life would really be dark and dull.
So Chu Ping only had the bus company option to choose.
The street where the bus company is located is called Elm Street, so named because most of the green trees are elm trees.
In order to prevent accidents, Chu Ping stepped on the accelerator all the way.
At that speed, Fujiwara Takumi would probably be ashamed if he saw it.
A reddish-brown diary was thrown in the back seat of the car. The night wind flowed into the car through the broken windows, making the diary rattle.
A shadowy figure of a human head appeared from it.
"Why do you feel so happy?" Chu Ping looked in the rearview mirror and saw Jiang Qing's head quietly feeling the night breeze, with a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, why do you only have one head?" Every time Chu Ping saw Jiang Qing's appearance, he would have this thought that he thought was unrealistic.
