Chapter 1944
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I didn't expect that the police reminded me to pay attention to my body one second, but they asked such sharp questions the next second.
Zhao Changlin's heart tightened, but he still tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said with a wry smile: "Police...comrade policeman, you...you are not kidding me, are you?"
"Of course, maybe this is just a hypothesis." Seeing that Zhao Changlin's reaction was better than what he had imagined before, Gu Chen started to talk:
"The thing is like this. We found a corpse on the mountain at the other end of Wangchao Town yesterday. The deceased was from Hubei Province. He had been leaving early and returning late every day for more than ten consecutive days to worship on the mountain."
"After inquiring, I found out that this person from other provinces worshiped the wandering artist from Hubei Province who was burned to death at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
"So, we had doubts about the motive and identity of the deceased, and when searching for the body that had been buried for 15 years, the coffin was found to be empty..."
"What?" Just hearing this, Zhao Changlin was already dumbfounded.
These things seem to be familiar to me who has been running a furniture factory business in Wangchao Town.
Especially for the fire that happened 15 years ago, the scene of the accident was right next door, so for Zhao Changlin, it was always vivid in his mind.
But now, the police said that the tomb buried on the mountain turned out to be an empty coffin, which somewhat overturned Zhao Changlin's cognition.
"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Seeing Zhao Changlin's frightened expression, Gu Chen also asked.
"Oh." Zhao Changlin, who came to his senses, also tried his best to calm down, and then said again: "You...you continue to talk."
"Okay." Gu Chen nodded and continued, "The coffin was already empty when we dug it out."
"But we have inquired that when he was buried that year, there were no valuables in the coffin of the wandering artist."
"Also, many people in Wangchao Town should know about it, so the possibility of being robbed is very small."
"And the strangest thing is that the skeleton of the wandering artist has also disappeared. What does this mean?"
"Explain...explain that the person who dug the tomb did not intend to rob the tomb, but had other plans?" Gu Chen also reminded him, and Zhao Changlin followed his train of thought.
Gu Chen snapped his fingers and said, "That's right, the situation is like this, but we found a ghost head pattern in the coffin at the scene and within 200 meters of the surrounding area."
"After investigation, it was found that the ghost head pattern has not been painted for a long time, and it seems that someone did it on purpose."
"So, after many inquiries, we found out that the source of this ghost head pattern turned out to be a comic image serialized in Neon Kingdom."
"And what's weird is that the author of this cartoon is from Wangchao Town, but because of the emotional problems 15 years ago, his psychology began to become distorted, so that he finally couldn't think about it, and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Do you know about this? "
"Suicide by jumping into the river?" He also heard Gu Chen's reminder, and various vague images from 15 years ago seemed to reappear in Zhao Changlin's mind.
Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and asked Gu Chen, "Is the person who committed suicide by jumping into the river a young woman?"
"That's right, the author of the cartoon is a woman." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to know something, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently, but also frowned and said: "So, I seem to have a little impression."
"I remember that there were a lot of strange things that happened that year, the homeless entertainer who was burned to death in the sponge factory, my son who hadn't been heard from since he ran away from home, and the woman who committed suicide by jumping into the river."
Shaking his head, Zhao Changlin also said helplessly: "It's really a trick of nature, and I don't know why this world is? Why is it like this?"
After a pause, Zhao Changlin seemed to think of something again, so he quickly raised his head and asked Gu Chen: "Officer Gu, you mean that the ghost head pattern that suddenly appeared is from the female cartoonist who committed suicide?"
"But what does this have to do with my son's disappearance? Why do you think that the homeless artist who was burned to death in the sponge factory was actually my missing son?"
"Speaking of this, then I have to mention that cartoon." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to start thinking about it, Police Officer Wang hurriedly reminded:
"In order to investigate these clues, we also specially asked friends who are studying and working in the neon country to take photos of that comic and upload them."
"After analysis and discussion, we found that many plots in the comics are highly overlapping with what happened in Wangchao Town."
"Including the ghost head patterns that appear in the comics, and you have to know that when we found those ghost head patterns on the mountain, those patterns were painted recently."
"This shows that someone deliberately reminded us, which allowed us to find the source of the ghost head pattern, which is the comic."
"In the end, based on the content of that comic, I discovered a lot of tricks."
"Then...then, is there any mention of those overlapping contents in this comic?" Hearing what Police Officer Wang said, Zhao Changlin also became nervous.
And Yuan Shasha who was on the side also hurriedly replied: "When we interpreted this comic, we found that there was also a fire in the comic, which also killed a foreigner."
"It's quite similar to the fire that happened 15 years ago in our Wangchao Town, but in the content of the comics, the result is given."
"Actually, it wasn't the wandering entertainer from other provinces that burned to death that day, but the son of a wealthy business owner in a small town."
"And the son of the rich businessman also disappeared for some reason, which made everyone not think that the charred body was suspicious."
"But in this way, 15 years ago, the charred body was thought to be the wandering artist, perhaps because the person was wearing the wandering artist's clothes, or wearing the wandering artist's belongings."
"That's why when everyone couldn't judge the identity of the charred corpse, they naturally thought that it was a wandering artist."
"Yes." Hearing this, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed: "Xiao Yuan is right, and the charred erhu frame was right next to the charred body."
"This has increased everyone's identification of the burnt person, so everyone at that time may have taken it for granted that the charred body was defined as a wandering entertainer from other provinces."
"After all, everyone has seen this man pulling the erhu and begging for money at the door of various businesses before, so they are deeply impressed by him."
"But what if, that day, someone stole the switch and put the coat that was originally a wandering artist on your son, and then set him on fire..."
"Stop talking." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what the police meant.
But at the same time, Zhao Changlin seemed to be a little unwilling to admit, unwilling to admit the direction of the police investigation.
Seeing that Zhao Changlin was a little emotional, Zhang Wenxia hurriedly comforted him, "Boss Zhao, please don't get excited."
"For now, we are still investigating this case, and we are just asking you for some key clues."
"After all, your son disappeared strangely back then, didn't you think that he might not be alive anymore?"
"Of course I have thought about it." Faced with Zhang Wenxia's question, Zhao Changlin's mood suddenly became tense, and he said with a sob:
"For so many years, a full 15 years, my son has been missing for no apparent reason. Could it be that I don't know that my son may have had an accident outside? I have thought about it."
"But, after all, no one was found, which means that he may still be alive."
Looking up at the complicated expressions of the police, Zhao Changlin smiled wryly and said, "I know, my idea is very naive, which makes you feel ridiculous."
"However, I would rather believe that my son is still alive than that he is no longer alive."
"For so many years, I have always believed in this point, and this has supported me bit by bit to live until now."
"Otherwise, my body might have collapsed long ago."
"But you also have to recognize the reality, don't you? Sometimes, we have to speak with evidence." Lu Weiwei said.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Officer Lu is right, but you..."
Having said this, Zhao Changlin choked up again, and after trying to calm down, he raised his head and said:
"But, but you said, there was a fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago, and the person who burned to death might be my son."
"And if that person is really the son I've been looking for for many years, it's a kind of irony."
"If this is the case, then my son's body has been buried on the mountain for 15 years and no one cares about it, but I have been foolishly looking for traces of him. I...I...I am sorry for him."
In the end, perhaps because he was too uncomfortable, Zhao Changlin lost control of his emotions again and cried directly.
"Boss Zhao." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenxia also sat beside him, wanting to say a few words of comfort.
But Zhao Changlin still waved his right hand and said with red eyes: "I'm just sad. Although you came here today and gave this kind of explanation, I always feel in my heart that my son seems to be by my side, and he can't leave It's too far away from home."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin said again: "So, you suspect that the fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago killed my son because of the guidance of that comic, right?"
"That's right." Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Gu Chen also nodded silently, explaining:
"Although this sounds very unreliable, from the newly painted ghost head patterns we found on the mountain, we have reason to believe that someone seems to want to tell us something about the police."
"However, due to some reasons, that person is not easy to say clearly, so he has been hinting in various ways."
"It is precisely based on this that we gradually discovered that someone has been giving us various clues to the police based on this cartoon."
"If the mysterious person who gave us clues wants us to understand the comic called "Ghost King", then this mysterious person must want to tell us the truth about the fire at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
After a pause, Gu Chen also said solemnly: "So, no matter what, we must take all possible factors into consideration."
"Especially, when we learned that there was a boss's son in Wangchao Town, who suddenly disappeared. This is quite similar to the plot in the comics."
"But this female cartoonist serialized all this in the comics. Obviously, she may have known some relevant clues back then."
"As for this female cartoonist, did she really choose to commit suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems? We will investigate this again."
"So that's the case?" After hearing Gu Chen's explanation of the current situation clearly, Zhao Changlin suddenly sighed, and said with relief:
"Hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that the fire that happened next door 15 years ago seems really not that simple."
"But if, as you expected, the person who was burnt to ashes back then was wearing the coat of the wandering artist, and was actually my missing son."
"Then now, the body that was buried on the mountain has disappeared, so what do you want me to do?"
"After all, if that charred corpse is really my son, then maybe it can still be detected, but now..."
"Yes." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was aware of the difficulty of the police handling the case, Gu Chen did not shy away from it, and said straightforwardly:
"So, we want to start an investigation from your son. We just want to know, did your son have any enemies back then?"
"The enemy? This..." It seems that because of the age, after hearing Gu Chen say this, Zhao Changlin seemed a little at a loss as to where to start.
Police officer Wang also comforted: "We are not in a hurry, Boss Zhao, you can think slowly, but it must be accurate."
"Well, it's just that I'm an old bone, and my memory is also declining. It's really hard for me to remind me of what happened 15 years ago."
"Especially my son, he doesn't seem to have any enemies. Although he usually likes to play, he has a kind nature and never makes enemies with others."
"It is precisely because of this that his popularity is pretty good."
"Who are the friends who are familiar with him? Do you still know these?" Gu Chen asked.
"Uh, there is." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin suddenly remembered something, so he said quickly:
"Just next door to us is another furniture factory. The owner's son is from Guangdong Province. They moved here the second year after I opened the factory here. They have a good relationship with me."
"So, his son and my son played well back then."
"Especially during the days when my son disappeared, the boss's son was also actively looking for my son's whereabouts with me. That guy is one of the closest buddies with my son, but even he doesn't know about my son. The specific whereabouts of the son."
In the end, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily, feeling that he could hardly hide the sadness in his heart when he thought of the difficult past when he was looking for his son.
"That……"
"Godfather, are there any guests?"
Just when Gu Chen was about to ask again, at this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with exquisite appearance, holding a five or six-year-old boy, happened to come from outside the door.
He also saw many policemen sitting in the office, and the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Zhao Changlin also drew an upward arc at the corner of his mouth. He quickly recovered from the sadness just now, and quickly introduced to everyone:
"Oh, by the way, this is the godson I mentioned to you, Zhao Junbo."
"Coincidentally, the two of us seem to have a special fate, and his surname is Zhao, and he has worked in our factory for many years, and he is an orphan, so I adopted him as a godson."
Seeing Zhao Junbo looking at himself and the policemen in the office curiously, Zhao Changlin hurriedly said:
"Junbo, this is the police comrade from the Furong branch. They came here to investigate the disappearance of my son."
"Oh, so it's a police officer from Furong Sub-bureau? It's a pleasure to meet you." Since he was holding the little boy in his hand, Zhao Junbo just nodded to everyone, and then said:
"I was still thinking just now, why is there a police car parked in the parking shed in the factory?"
"Haha, you really are a good-looking talent." Officer Wang also looked at the middle-aged man's appearance and felt that he was also a capable man, so he couldn't help but joked.
Zhao Junbo smiled slightly, put the little boy in his hand on the ground, stroked the little boy's head and said, "Lele, you go outside first, and play with the aunt at the front desk for a while, I have something to do with grandpa, and these brothers and sisters." Say, okay?"
"Okay." The little boy seemed to be very obedient. After Zhao Junbo said this, he ran out of the room obediently, and gently closed the office door by the way.
Seeing that his son had already left, Zhao Junbo sat next to Zhao Changlin in a bold manner, and asked curiously:
"Godfather, brother, does he have any news?"
"Not yet." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said regretfully:
"However, the police comrades said that the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago may not have killed the tramp, but your brother."
"No... no way?" Also startled by this statement, Zhao Junbo turned his head to look at Gu Chen and the others, also in disbelief:
"Comrade policeman, this... How did you determine that the charred body was my brother?"
"Is such that……"
Seeing that Zhao Junbo didn't understand the situation, Gu Chen repeated what he said to Zhao Changlin just now.
After hearing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Junbo's expression was complicated, and he murmured:
"If the body buried on the mountain is really my brother, where is his body now? Why would someone steal his body? Or, the person who stole my brother's body didn't want to let Your police found out that the corpse is my brother?"
Zhao Junbo seemed to be the key point in his words, which made Zhao Changlin on the side uneasy and said: "Maybe it's really like this."
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I didn't expect that the police reminded me to pay attention to my body one second, but they asked such sharp questions the next second.
Zhao Changlin's heart tightened, but he still tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said with a wry smile: "Police...comrade policeman, you...you are not kidding me, are you?"
"Of course, maybe this is just a hypothesis." Seeing that Zhao Changlin's reaction was better than what he had imagined before, Gu Chen started to talk:
"The thing is like this. We found a corpse on the mountain at the other end of Wangchao Town yesterday. The deceased was from Hubei Province. He had been leaving early and returning late every day for more than ten consecutive days to worship on the mountain."
"After inquiring, I found out that this person from other provinces worshiped the wandering artist from Hubei Province who was burned to death at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
"So, we had doubts about the motive and identity of the deceased, and when searching for the body that had been buried for 15 years, the coffin was found to be empty..."
"What?" Just hearing this, Zhao Changlin was already dumbfounded.
These things seem to be familiar to me who has been running a furniture factory business in Wangchao Town.
Especially for the fire that happened 15 years ago, the scene of the accident was right next door, so for Zhao Changlin, it was always vivid in his mind.
But now, the police said that the tomb buried on the mountain turned out to be an empty coffin, which somewhat overturned Zhao Changlin's cognition.
"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Seeing Zhao Changlin's frightened expression, Gu Chen also asked.
"Oh." Zhao Changlin, who came to his senses, also tried his best to calm down, and then said again: "You...you continue to talk."
"Okay." Gu Chen nodded and continued, "The coffin was already empty when we dug it out."
"But we have inquired that when he was buried that year, there were no valuables in the coffin of the wandering artist."
"Also, many people in Wangchao Town should know about it, so the possibility of being robbed is very small."
"And the strangest thing is that the skeleton of the wandering artist has also disappeared. What does this mean?"
"Explain...explain that the person who dug the tomb did not intend to rob the tomb, but had other plans?" Gu Chen also reminded him, and Zhao Changlin followed his train of thought.
Gu Chen snapped his fingers and said, "That's right, the situation is like this, but we found a ghost head pattern in the coffin at the scene and within 200 meters of the surrounding area."
"After investigation, it was found that the ghost head pattern has not been painted for a long time, and it seems that someone did it on purpose."
"So, after many inquiries, we found out that the source of this ghost head pattern turned out to be a comic image serialized in Neon Kingdom."
"And what's weird is that the author of this cartoon is from Wangchao Town, but because of the emotional problems 15 years ago, his psychology began to become distorted, so that he finally couldn't think about it, and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Do you know about this? "
"Suicide by jumping into the river?" He also heard Gu Chen's reminder, and various vague images from 15 years ago seemed to reappear in Zhao Changlin's mind.
Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and asked Gu Chen, "Is the person who committed suicide by jumping into the river a young woman?"
"That's right, the author of the cartoon is a woman." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to know something, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently, but also frowned and said: "So, I seem to have a little impression."
"I remember that there were a lot of strange things that happened that year, the homeless entertainer who was burned to death in the sponge factory, my son who hadn't been heard from since he ran away from home, and the woman who committed suicide by jumping into the river."
Shaking his head, Zhao Changlin also said helplessly: "It's really a trick of nature, and I don't know why this world is? Why is it like this?"
After a pause, Zhao Changlin seemed to think of something again, so he quickly raised his head and asked Gu Chen: "Officer Gu, you mean that the ghost head pattern that suddenly appeared is from the female cartoonist who committed suicide?"
"But what does this have to do with my son's disappearance? Why do you think that the homeless artist who was burned to death in the sponge factory was actually my missing son?"
"Speaking of this, then I have to mention that cartoon." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to start thinking about it, Police Officer Wang hurriedly reminded:
"In order to investigate these clues, we also specially asked friends who are studying and working in the neon country to take photos of that comic and upload them."
"After analysis and discussion, we found that many plots in the comics are highly overlapping with what happened in Wangchao Town."
"Including the ghost head patterns that appear in the comics, and you have to know that when we found those ghost head patterns on the mountain, those patterns were painted recently."
"This shows that someone deliberately reminded us, which allowed us to find the source of the ghost head pattern, which is the comic."
"In the end, based on the content of that comic, I discovered a lot of tricks."
"Then...then, is there any mention of those overlapping contents in this comic?" Hearing what Police Officer Wang said, Zhao Changlin also became nervous.
And Yuan Shasha who was on the side also hurriedly replied: "When we interpreted this comic, we found that there was also a fire in the comic, which also killed a foreigner."
"It's quite similar to the fire that happened 15 years ago in our Wangchao Town, but in the content of the comics, the result is given."
"Actually, it wasn't the wandering entertainer from other provinces that burned to death that day, but the son of a wealthy business owner in a small town."
"And the son of the rich businessman also disappeared for some reason, which made everyone not think that the charred body was suspicious."
"But in this way, 15 years ago, the charred body was thought to be the wandering artist, perhaps because the person was wearing the wandering artist's clothes, or wearing the wandering artist's belongings."
"That's why when everyone couldn't judge the identity of the charred corpse, they naturally thought that it was a wandering artist."
"Yes." Hearing this, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed: "Xiao Yuan is right, and the charred erhu frame was right next to the charred body."
"This has increased everyone's identification of the burnt person, so everyone at that time may have taken it for granted that the charred body was defined as a wandering entertainer from other provinces."
"After all, everyone has seen this man pulling the erhu and begging for money at the door of various businesses before, so they are deeply impressed by him."
"But what if, that day, someone stole the switch and put the coat that was originally a wandering artist on your son, and then set him on fire..."
"Stop talking." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what the police meant.
But at the same time, Zhao Changlin seemed to be a little unwilling to admit, unwilling to admit the direction of the police investigation.
Seeing that Zhao Changlin was a little emotional, Zhang Wenxia hurriedly comforted him, "Boss Zhao, please don't get excited."
"For now, we are still investigating this case, and we are just asking you for some key clues."
"After all, your son disappeared strangely back then, didn't you think that he might not be alive anymore?"
"Of course I have thought about it." Faced with Zhang Wenxia's question, Zhao Changlin's mood suddenly became tense, and he said with a sob:
"For so many years, a full 15 years, my son has been missing for no apparent reason. Could it be that I don't know that my son may have had an accident outside? I have thought about it."
"But, after all, no one was found, which means that he may still be alive."
Looking up at the complicated expressions of the police, Zhao Changlin smiled wryly and said, "I know, my idea is very naive, which makes you feel ridiculous."
"However, I would rather believe that my son is still alive than that he is no longer alive."
"For so many years, I have always believed in this point, and this has supported me bit by bit to live until now."
"Otherwise, my body might have collapsed long ago."
"But you also have to recognize the reality, don't you? Sometimes, we have to speak with evidence." Lu Weiwei said.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Officer Lu is right, but you..."
Having said this, Zhao Changlin choked up again, and after trying to calm down, he raised his head and said:
"But, but you said, there was a fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago, and the person who burned to death might be my son."
"And if that person is really the son I've been looking for for many years, it's a kind of irony."
"If this is the case, then my son's body has been buried on the mountain for 15 years and no one cares about it, but I have been foolishly looking for traces of him. I...I...I am sorry for him."
In the end, perhaps because he was too uncomfortable, Zhao Changlin lost control of his emotions again and cried directly.
"Boss Zhao." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenxia also sat beside him, wanting to say a few words of comfort.
But Zhao Changlin still waved his right hand and said with red eyes: "I'm just sad. Although you came here today and gave this kind of explanation, I always feel in my heart that my son seems to be by my side, and he can't leave It's too far away from home."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin said again: "So, you suspect that the fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago killed my son because of the guidance of that comic, right?"
"That's right." Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Gu Chen also nodded silently, explaining:
"Although this sounds very unreliable, from the newly painted ghost head patterns we found on the mountain, we have reason to believe that someone seems to want to tell us something about the police."
"However, due to some reasons, that person is not easy to say clearly, so he has been hinting in various ways."
"It is precisely based on this that we gradually discovered that someone has been giving us various clues to the police based on this cartoon."
"If the mysterious person who gave us clues wants us to understand the comic called "Ghost King", then this mysterious person must want to tell us the truth about the fire at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago."
After a pause, Gu Chen also said solemnly: "So, no matter what, we must take all possible factors into consideration."
"Especially, when we learned that there was a boss's son in Wangchao Town, who suddenly disappeared. This is quite similar to the plot in the comics."
"But this female cartoonist serialized all this in the comics. Obviously, she may have known some relevant clues back then."
"As for this female cartoonist, did she really choose to commit suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems? We will investigate this again."
"So that's the case?" After hearing Gu Chen's explanation of the current situation clearly, Zhao Changlin suddenly sighed, and said with relief:
"Hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that the fire that happened next door 15 years ago seems really not that simple."
"But if, as you expected, the person who was burnt to ashes back then was wearing the coat of the wandering artist, and was actually my missing son."
"Then now, the body that was buried on the mountain has disappeared, so what do you want me to do?"
"After all, if that charred corpse is really my son, then maybe it can still be detected, but now..."
"Yes." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was aware of the difficulty of the police handling the case, Gu Chen did not shy away from it, and said straightforwardly:
"So, we want to start an investigation from your son. We just want to know, did your son have any enemies back then?"
"The enemy? This..." It seems that because of the age, after hearing Gu Chen say this, Zhao Changlin seemed a little at a loss as to where to start.
Police officer Wang also comforted: "We are not in a hurry, Boss Zhao, you can think slowly, but it must be accurate."
"Well, it's just that I'm an old bone, and my memory is also declining. It's really hard for me to remind me of what happened 15 years ago."
"Especially my son, he doesn't seem to have any enemies. Although he usually likes to play, he has a kind nature and never makes enemies with others."
"It is precisely because of this that his popularity is pretty good."
"Who are the friends who are familiar with him? Do you still know these?" Gu Chen asked.
"Uh, there is." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin suddenly remembered something, so he said quickly:
"Just next door to us is another furniture factory. The owner's son is from Guangdong Province. They moved here the second year after I opened the factory here. They have a good relationship with me."
"So, his son and my son played well back then."
"Especially during the days when my son disappeared, the boss's son was also actively looking for my son's whereabouts with me. That guy is one of the closest buddies with my son, but even he doesn't know about my son. The specific whereabouts of the son."
In the end, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily, feeling that he could hardly hide the sadness in his heart when he thought of the difficult past when he was looking for his son.
"That……"
"Godfather, are there any guests?"
Just when Gu Chen was about to ask again, at this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with exquisite appearance, holding a five or six-year-old boy, happened to come from outside the door.
He also saw many policemen sitting in the office, and the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Zhao Changlin also drew an upward arc at the corner of his mouth. He quickly recovered from the sadness just now, and quickly introduced to everyone:
"Oh, by the way, this is the godson I mentioned to you, Zhao Junbo."
"Coincidentally, the two of us seem to have a special fate, and his surname is Zhao, and he has worked in our factory for many years, and he is an orphan, so I adopted him as a godson."
Seeing Zhao Junbo looking at himself and the policemen in the office curiously, Zhao Changlin hurriedly said:
"Junbo, this is the police comrade from the Furong branch. They came here to investigate the disappearance of my son."
"Oh, so it's a police officer from Furong Sub-bureau? It's a pleasure to meet you." Since he was holding the little boy in his hand, Zhao Junbo just nodded to everyone, and then said:
"I was still thinking just now, why is there a police car parked in the parking shed in the factory?"
"Haha, you really are a good-looking talent." Officer Wang also looked at the middle-aged man's appearance and felt that he was also a capable man, so he couldn't help but joked.
Zhao Junbo smiled slightly, put the little boy in his hand on the ground, stroked the little boy's head and said, "Lele, you go outside first, and play with the aunt at the front desk for a while, I have something to do with grandpa, and these brothers and sisters." Say, okay?"
"Okay." The little boy seemed to be very obedient. After Zhao Junbo said this, he ran out of the room obediently, and gently closed the office door by the way.
Seeing that his son had already left, Zhao Junbo sat next to Zhao Changlin in a bold manner, and asked curiously:
"Godfather, brother, does he have any news?"
"Not yet." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said regretfully:
"However, the police comrades said that the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago may not have killed the tramp, but your brother."
"No... no way?" Also startled by this statement, Zhao Junbo turned his head to look at Gu Chen and the others, also in disbelief:
"Comrade policeman, this... How did you determine that the charred body was my brother?"
"Is such that……"
Seeing that Zhao Junbo didn't understand the situation, Gu Chen repeated what he said to Zhao Changlin just now.
After hearing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Junbo's expression was complicated, and he murmured:
"If the body buried on the mountain is really my brother, where is his body now? Why would someone steal his body? Or, the person who stole my brother's body didn't want to let Your police found out that the corpse is my brother?"
Zhao Junbo seemed to be the key point in his words, which made Zhao Changlin on the side uneasy and said: "Maybe it's really like this."
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I didn't expect that the police reminded me to pay attention to my body one second, but they asked such sharp questions the next second. Zhao Changlin's heart tightened, but he still tried his best to restrain his emotions, and said with a wry smile: "Police...comrade policeman, you...you are not kidding me, are you?" "Of course, maybe this is just a hypothesis." Seeing that Zhao Changlin's reaction was better than what he had imagined before, Gu Chen started to talk: "The thing is like this. We found a corpse on the mountain at the other end of Wangchao Town yesterday. The deceased was from Hubei Province. He had been leaving early and returning late every day for more than ten consecutive days to worship on the mountain." "After inquiring, I found out that this person from other provinces worshiped the wandering artist from Hubei Province who was burned to death at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago." "So, we had doubts about the motive and identity of the deceased, and when searching for the body that had been buried for 15 years, the coffin was found to be empty..." "What?" Just hearing this, Zhao Changlin was already dumbfounded. These things seem to be familiar to me who has been running a furniture factory business in Wangchao Town. Especially for the fire that happened 15 years ago, the scene of the accident was right next door, so for Zhao Changlin, it was always vivid in his mind. But now, the police said that the tomb buried on the mountain turned out to be an empty coffin, which somewhat overturned Zhao Changlin's cognition. "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" Seeing Zhao Changlin's frightened expression, Gu Chen also asked. "Oh." Zhao Changlin, who came to his senses, also tried his best to calm down, and then said again: "You...you continue to talk." "Okay." Gu Chen nodded and continued, "The coffin was already empty when we dug it out." "But we have inquired that when he was buried that year, there were no valuables in the coffin of the wandering artist." "Also, many people in Wangchao Town should know about it, so the possibility of being robbed is very small." "And the strangest thing is that the skeleton of the wandering artist has also disappeared. What does this mean?" "Explain...explain that the person who dug the tomb did not intend to rob the tomb, but had other plans?" Gu Chen also reminded him, and Zhao Changlin followed his train of thought. Gu Chen snapped his fingers and said, "That's right, the situation is like this, but we found a ghost head pattern in the coffin at the scene and within 200 meters of the surrounding area." "After investigation, it was found that the ghost head pattern has not been painted for a long time, and it seems that someone did it on purpose." "So, after many inquiries, we found out that the source of this ghost head pattern turned out to be a comic image serialized in Neon Kingdom." "And what's weird is that the author of this cartoon is from Wangchao Town, but because of the emotional problems 15 years ago, his psychology began to become distorted, so that he finally couldn't think about it, and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Do you know about this? " "Suicide by jumping into the river?" He also heard Gu Chen's reminder, and various vague images from 15 years ago seemed to reappear in Zhao Changlin's mind. Zhao Changlin hesitated for a moment, and asked Gu Chen, "Is the person who committed suicide by jumping into the river a young woman?" "That's right, the author of the cartoon is a woman." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to know something, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed. Zhao Changlin nodded silently, but also frowned and said: "So, I seem to have a little impression." "I remember that there were a lot of strange things that happened that year, the homeless entertainer who was burned to death in the sponge factory, my son who hadn't been heard from since he ran away from home, and the woman who committed suicide by jumping into the river." Shaking his head, Zhao Changlin also said helplessly: "It's really a trick of nature, and I don't know why this world is? Why is it like this?" After a pause, Zhao Changlin seemed to think of something again, so he quickly raised his head and asked Gu Chen: "Officer Gu, you mean that the ghost head pattern that suddenly appeared is from the female cartoonist who committed suicide?" "But what does this have to do with my son's disappearance? Why do you think that the homeless artist who was burned to death in the sponge factory was actually my missing son?" "Speaking of this, then I have to mention that cartoon." Seeing that Zhao Changlin seemed to start thinking about it, Police Officer Wang hurriedly reminded: "In order to investigate these clues, we also specially asked friends who are studying and working in the neon country to take photos of that comic and upload them." "After analysis and discussion, we found that many plots in the comics are highly overlapping with what happened in Wangchao Town." "Including the ghost head patterns that appear in the comics, and you have to know that when we found those ghost head patterns on the mountain, those patterns were painted recently." "This shows that someone deliberately reminded us, which allowed us to find the source of the ghost head pattern, which is the comic." "In the end, based on the content of that comic, I discovered a lot of tricks." "Then...then, is there any mention of those overlapping contents in this comic?" Hearing what Police Officer Wang said, Zhao Changlin also became nervous. And Yuan Shasha who was on the side also hurriedly replied: "When we interpreted this comic, we found that there was also a fire in the comic, which also killed a foreigner." "It's quite similar to the fire that happened 15 years ago in our Wangchao Town, but in the content of the comics, the result is given." "Actually, it wasn't the wandering entertainer from other provinces that burned to death that day, but the son of a wealthy business owner in a small town." "And the son of the rich businessman also disappeared for some reason, which made everyone not think that the charred body was suspicious." "But in this way, 15 years ago, the charred body was thought to be the wandering artist, perhaps because the person was wearing the wandering artist's clothes, or wearing the wandering artist's belongings." "That's why when everyone couldn't judge the identity of the charred corpse, they naturally thought that it was a wandering artist." "Yes." Hearing this, Lu Weiwei quickly agreed: "Xiao Yuan is right, and the charred erhu frame was right next to the charred body." "This has increased everyone's identification of the burnt person, so everyone at that time may have taken it for granted that the charred body was defined as a wandering entertainer from other provinces." "After all, everyone has seen this man pulling the erhu and begging for money at the door of various businesses before, so they are deeply impressed by him." "But what if, that day, someone stole the switch and put the coat that was originally a wandering artist on your son, and then set him on fire..." "Stop talking." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin seemed to understand what the police meant. But at the same time, Zhao Changlin seemed to be a little unwilling to admit, unwilling to admit the direction of the police investigation. Seeing that Zhao Changlin was a little emotional, Zhang Wenxia hurriedly comforted him, "Boss Zhao, please don't get excited." "For now, we are still investigating this case, and we are just asking you for some key clues." "After all, your son disappeared strangely back then, didn't you think that he might not be alive anymore?" "Of course I have thought about it." Faced with Zhang Wenxia's question, Zhao Changlin's mood suddenly became tense, and he said with a sob: "For so many years, a full 15 years, my son has been missing for no apparent reason. Could it be that I don't know that my son may have had an accident outside? I have thought about it." "But, after all, no one was found, which means that he may still be alive." Looking up at the complicated expressions of the police, Zhao Changlin smiled wryly and said, "I know, my idea is very naive, which makes you feel ridiculous." "However, I would rather believe that my son is still alive than that he is no longer alive." "For so many years, I have always believed in this point, and this has supported me bit by bit to live until now." "Otherwise, my body might have collapsed long ago." "But you also have to recognize the reality, don't you? Sometimes, we have to speak with evidence." Lu Weiwei said. Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Officer Lu is right, but you..." Having said this, Zhao Changlin choked up again, and after trying to calm down, he raised his head and said: "But, but you said, there was a fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago, and the person who burned to death might be my son." "And if that person is really the son I've been looking for for many years, it's a kind of irony." "If this is the case, then my son's body has been buried on the mountain for 15 years and no one cares about it, but I have been foolishly looking for traces of him. I...I...I am sorry for him." In the end, perhaps because he was too uncomfortable, Zhao Changlin lost control of his emotions again and cried directly. "Boss Zhao." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenxia also sat beside him, wanting to say a few words of comfort. But Zhao Changlin still waved his right hand and said with red eyes: "I'm just sad. Although you came here today and gave this kind of explanation, I always feel in my heart that my son seems to be by my side, and he can't leave It's too far away from home." Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin said again: "So, you suspect that the fire in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago killed my son because of the guidance of that comic, right?" "That's right." Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Gu Chen also nodded silently, explaining: "Although this sounds very unreliable, from the newly painted ghost head patterns we found on the mountain, we have reason to believe that someone seems to want to tell us something about the police." "However, due to some reasons, that person is not easy to say clearly, so he has been hinting in various ways." "It is precisely based on this that we gradually discovered that someone has been giving us various clues to the police based on this cartoon." "If the mysterious person who gave us clues wants us to understand the comic called "Ghost King", then this mysterious person must want to tell us the truth about the fire at the sponge factory in Wangchao Town 15 years ago." After a pause, Gu Chen also said solemnly: "So, no matter what, we must take all possible factors into consideration." "Especially, when we learned that there was a boss's son in Wangchao Town, who suddenly disappeared. This is quite similar to the plot in the comics." "But this female cartoonist serialized all this in the comics. Obviously, she may have known some relevant clues back then." "As for this female cartoonist, did she really choose to commit suicide by jumping into the river because of emotional problems? We will investigate this again." "So that's the case?" After hearing Gu Chen's explanation of the current situation clearly, Zhao Changlin suddenly sighed, and said with relief: "Hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that the fire that happened next door 15 years ago seems really not that simple." "But if, as you expected, the person who was burnt to ashes back then was wearing the coat of the wandering artist, and was actually my missing son." "Then now, the body that was buried on the mountain has disappeared, so what do you want me to do?" "After all, if that charred corpse is really my son, then maybe it can still be detected, but now..." "Yes." Seeing that Zhao Changlin was aware of the difficulty of the police handling the case, Gu Chen did not shy away from it, and said straightforwardly: "So, we want to start an investigation from your son. We just want to know, did your son have any enemies back then?" "The enemy? This..." It seems that because of the age, after hearing Gu Chen say this, Zhao Changlin seemed a little at a loss as to where to start. Police officer Wang also comforted: "We are not in a hurry, Boss Zhao, you can think slowly, but it must be accurate." "Well, it's just that I'm an old bone, and my memory is also declining. It's really hard for me to remind me of what happened 15 years ago." "Especially my son, he doesn't seem to have any enemies. Although he usually likes to play, he has a kind nature and never makes enemies with others." "It is precisely because of this that his popularity is pretty good." "Who are the friends who are familiar with him? Do you still know these?" Gu Chen asked. "Uh, there is." Hearing this, Zhao Changlin suddenly remembered something, so he said quickly: "Just next door to us is another furniture factory. The owner's son is from Guangdong Province. They moved here the second year after I opened the factory here. They have a good relationship with me." "So, his son and my son played well back then." "Especially during the days when my son disappeared, the boss's son was also actively looking for my son's whereabouts with me. That guy is one of the closest buddies with my son, but even he doesn't know about my son. The specific whereabouts of the son." In the end, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily, feeling that he could hardly hide the sadness in his heart when he thought of the difficult past when he was looking for his son. "That" "Godfather, are there any guests?" Just when Gu Chen was about to ask again, at this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with exquisite appearance, holding a five or six-year-old boy, happened to come from outside the door. He also saw many policemen sitting in the office, and the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. Seeing this, Zhao Changlin also drew an upward arc at the corner of his mouth. He quickly recovered from the sadness just now, and quickly introduced to everyone: "Oh, by the way, this is the godson I mentioned to you, Zhao Junbo." "Coincidentally, the two of us seem to have a special fate, and his surname is Zhao, and he has worked in our factory for many years, and he is an orphan, so I adopted him as a godson." Seeing Zhao Junbo looking at himself and the policemen in the office curiously, Zhao Changlin hurriedly said: "Junbo, this is the police comrade from the Furong branch. They came here to investigate the disappearance of my son." "Oh, so it's a police officer from Furong Sub-bureau? It's a pleasure to meet you." Since he was holding the little boy in his hand, Zhao Junbo just nodded to everyone, and then said: "I was still thinking just now, why is there a police car parked in the parking shed in the factory?" "Haha, you really are a good-looking talent." Officer Wang also looked at the middle-aged man's appearance and felt that he was also a capable man, so he couldn't help but joked. Zhao Junbo smiled slightly, put the little boy in his hand on the ground, stroked the little boy's head and said, "Lele, you go outside first, and play with the aunt at the front desk for a while, I have something to do with grandpa, and these brothers and sisters." Say, okay?" "Okay." The little boy seemed to be very obedient. After Zhao Junbo said this, he ran out of the room obediently, and gently closed the office door by the way. Seeing that his son had already left, Zhao Junbo sat next to Zhao Changlin in a bold manner, and asked curiously: "Godfather, brother, does he have any news?" "Not yet." Zhao Changlin shook his head and said regretfully: "However, the police comrades said that the fire that happened in the sponge factory next door 15 years ago may not have killed the tramp, but your brother." "No... no way?" Also startled by this statement, Zhao Junbo turned his head to look at Gu Chen and the others, also in disbelief: "Comrade policeman, this... How did you determine that the charred body was my brother?" "Is such that" Seeing that Zhao Junbo didn't understand the situation, Gu Chen repeated what he said to Zhao Changlin just now. After hearing Gu Chen's remarks, Zhao Junbo's expression was complicated, and he murmured: "If the body buried on the mountain is really my brother, where is his body now? Why would someone steal his body? Or, the person who stole my brother's body didn't want to let Your police found out that the corpse is my brother?" Zhao Junbo seemed to be the key point in his words, which made Zhao Changlin on the side uneasy and said: "Maybe it's really like this." ... bookmark
