The hands of the clock on the wall stopped at half past eleven p.m.
A hot-blooded young man, it's okay if he doesn't want to think about some things. Once he gets angry, he will explode like an uncontrollable volcano.
Bailashqiong smelled of alcohol and her eyes were blurry.
She was too proactive, but on the other hand, my mind went blank and I was completely confused.
White Eyelash Qiong, she is like an experienced driver teaching a novice on the road, just when she is about to fall...
"Ahem."
"Xiaolashes, you guys..."
Suddenly the old man's voice came from the door.
I fell off the sofa in panic and stood up immediately.
It was the old man Zhang Hui who suddenly came back.
Bailash Qiong's hair was messy. She sat up from the sofa, looked at her grandma, and vomited again.
"Why are you so drunk? The room smells like alcohol."
The old lady put the cloth bag on the shoe rack, came over, and gently patted Bailash Qiong on the back with a distressed look on her face.
"Young man, you sent my granddaughter back?"
I said yes, she drank too much.
"Hey...come and help me, help Xiaoshi into the back room."
I helped him to the bed in the back room. The old lady helped him take off his shoes and put the quilt on him. She waved her hand to me, meaning let's go out.
After briefly cleaning the floor where Bai Shiqiong's vomit was on the floor, the old lady took a glass of water from the water dispenser, handed it to me and said: "Young man, my granddaughter has been close to her grandfather since she was a child. The old man suddenly left, and she couldn't let go. After a while, It’ll be fine in half a year.”
I nodded.
Seeing that she was well dressed and carrying a bag, I asked, "It's so late, where have you been?"
"Me, I went to the Bodhisattva Temple on Nanshan Mountain to burn incense before the New Year. I wasn't planning to come back tonight, but suddenly I remembered that I forgot to take something, so I came back to get it. I have to leave soon. I'm not here. Live at home.”
The old lady looked at me kindly when she spoke, and she always had a smile on her face.
"You are Boss Bai's grandma, do you mind if I call you grandma?"
She smiled and nodded, saying of course.
"Well...Grandma, I want to inquire about someone. I wonder if it's inconvenient for you."
"Who are you asking about?" The old lady picked up the cup and prepared to drink water.
"Wang Xiaoqin." I suddenly said.
I looked carefully.
Just when I finished speaking, her fingers holding the water glass trembled slightly, and returned to normal in an instant.
The old lady took a sip of water, looked at me and said, "Young man, which Wang Xiaoqin are you talking about?"
"The Second Northwest National Cotton Factory, Wang Xiaoqin was a member of the science popularization team in the factory."
The old lady frowned and thought for a long time before she said:
"It seems that I have some impression. It has been too long. Wang Xiaoqin in that factory has been dead for decades. How do you know this person?"
The old lady's face was as calm as water when she spoke, and there was no trace of panic.
Thinking of the reminder before, my heart skipped a beat.
Think about it, if a normal person were suddenly asked about someone he hadn't seen for decades, how would he think of it so quickly? Of course, I cannot rule out that the elderly have good memories.
Most of the people who had seen the Iron Buddha back then were dead. Apart from Mr. Xing, if anyone else knew the whereabouts of the Iron Buddha, it was probably the old lady Zhang Huilan in front of me.
"Grandma, what impression do you have of Wang Xiaoqin?" I asked.
The old lady looked at the watch hanging on the wall, thought for a long time and then shook her head: "I only know that she was hanged to death, and she was not buried in the factory. I heard that the body was taken away in a bullock cart by the family. As for what she looks like...I can't remember clearly."
"It's getting late. I have to rush back to the mountain, otherwise I won't be able to burn the first incense. Young man, I think you are a good person. I don't worry about leaving my granddaughter to you. You can help take care of her."
After the old lady finished speaking, she picked up her little cloth bag and went out.
I frowned as I listened to the footsteps going downstairs.
I quickly ran back to the back room and saw that Bai Shiqiong was still sleeping soundly under the quilt, so I gently closed the door.
There was probably nothing in this room, so I followed him downstairs.
There were no people in the old community at night, and there was no gate post. The entire community was dark, except for a streetlight at the exit of the community.
I saw the old lady stopped under the street light. She waited for a few minutes, then hailed a taxi and got in.
After a while, another taxi drove towards me, and I waved to stop it.
"Is it you? I thought you went to work somewhere else."
It was also a coincidence that the taxi I stopped with my hand was the one that brought me here before.
The driver smiled and said, "We've all come here. We just got a ride. Brother, where are you going?"
I said that a taxi just passed by a few minutes ago, with the last number being 27. See if you can follow it. If you can’t find it, you can send me to the Bodhisattva Temple on Nanshan Mountain.
"Where to go?"
"Bodhisattva Temple?"
The driver thought for a while and then asked uncertainly: "Brother, are you talking about Danan Mountain? The Wei Tuo Bodhisattva Temple on the mountain?"
"Are there other Bodhisattva temples?"
The driver shook his head, "That's not true, it's just one, but why are you going there so late? No one has been to that temple for many years, and none of us locals go there."
I asked doubtfully: "No way... I heard firecrackers being set off on the mountain some time ago."
"It's true," the driver said, "I grew up there. Do I still know? The temple has long been ruined. I went there once when I was a soldier. There was an old monk who lived on the mountain to watch the temple and listen to people. They say the street gives people 40 yuan a month, but who among today’s young people would go there to burn incense?”
"You really want to go? The road is not easy to walk, and it is quite far."
I said go now, go quickly.
The driver nodded without saying anything and started the car.
The taxi the old lady was sitting in was not caught up. I chatted with him on the way and learned that the driver used to be a soldier. He served as a soldier for seven years. After changing his career, he stayed on the island for two years and later worked as a security guard. team leader.
This guy also has a story. He told me something I didn’t know.
He worked as a security captain at XX Bank in 1997. At that time, bank security guards were paid very well, but something happened and he stopped working.
He said that in 1997, he encountered a bank robbery while working. The robbers shot and killed two people, one of his security guards and a security director, who were shot in the head.
I was curious and asked why I hadn’t heard of it. Wouldn’t such a big thing be in the newspapers or on TV?
The guy smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? Some people are afraid of the negative impact, so they won't retaliate."
After thinking about it, I agree with what he said.
Otherwise, you see, the Binta Underground Palace was stolen, and the cultural relics were resold three times. After they were recovered, the incident was reported, but the mastermind of the crime only identified one Wei Xiaogang, and nothing else was mentioned.
If you weren't the one who watched the excitement with your own eyes.
Who would have known that several tomb robbers died in the robbery cave.
They didn’t even know there was a person like Shui Pump Tingting.
