In the summer of 1988, the setting sun painted a red flower on the top of the mountain, slowly retreating behind the mountain, and there was still a scorching heat in the air.

Temperature. An old farmer stood in the middle of the field and looked up at the sky, "But it hasn't rained in half a month!"

The young boy standing at the edge of the field wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the small western-style building on the east side of the village. The top of the small building

While the black smoke was coming out, the young boy licked his lips, turned back to the old farmer who came to him and said, "Dad, that rich family is here again."

What a shame!"

The old farmer looked at the black smoke on the foreign-style building, and the ravine between his brows slowly rose up like a tide. He threw down his farm tools and faced

The young boy was slapped on the back of his head, "Son, it's on fire, call someone out!"

The old farmer started to run towards the foreign building, shouting as he ran. As he ran, the old farmer felt that he was no longer hot, and there was sand in his eyes, as if he had a fever.

The wind broke out; the semi-tender boy started running towards the village committee, shouting as he ran. As he ran, the semi-tender boy was no longer hot, and his face was cold.

It's like it's raining.

Yes, Sanli Village, which had not seen rain for more than half a month, suddenly heard wind, thunder, lightning, and heavy rain.

As soon as the rain fell, the villagers exposed their big yellow front teeth. But the old farmer's front teeth were still hidden behind his mouth.

I fell down in the mud and continued running towards the village committee, because the black smoke from the foreign-style building was so strong that it overshadowed the dense rain.

Some people started to look towards the foreign-style building, people who looked behind them started to run away, people who didn’t run started to look around,...

Half an hour later, the black smoke slowly descended. Most of the village people were standing in front of the foreign-style building. Opposite them was a little boy.

His whole body was pitch black, with a red scar on his forehead that was a bit bright, his face expressionless, and his eyes dull.

Looking at the rain above.

The old farmer was the first to arrive. When he saw the boy, he shouted: "Baby, are you okay?" The boy wriggled his lower lip and fell down.

on the ground.

The village chief led a few strong men into the small foreign-style building and walked around. After coming out, he lit a pot of cigarettes and took a look at the old farmer lying in his arms.

The boy clicked and said: "Call the police, they are all dead."

At two o'clock in the night, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the police car came with flashing lights and noise.

Liu Feng, the director of the police station, stepped out of the first car. His temples were gray, his face was engraved with the vicissitudes of time, and his eyes were looking downcast.

A circle around.

The village chief patted the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe, trotted over to Liu Feng, took out a cigarette and said, "Director!"

Liu Feng pushed away the cigarette and walked into the small building while asking the village chief about the specific situation. The villagers who had not left were making noisy noises.

Standing up, Liu Feng frowned and waved to a female police officer next to him, "You make a note, and other colleagues will follow me.

Go in and have a look."

The western-style building has a two-story layout. The first floor is a kitchen, bathroom, and a large living room. Everything is well arranged.

Liu Feng glanced around and went straight to the second floor.

The doors of the three bedrooms were all open, and the newly switched electric lights in the corridor were emitting a dim yellow light. Liu Feng turned into the first bedroom on the left.

He took a flashlight and looked around. It was extremely clean and tidy. After standing there and thinking for a while, Liu Feng went to the second bedroom----

The main place where the crime occurred.

A corpse is lying prone on the ground, with its lower jaw raised slightly, its mouth open into an O shape, its left leg curled up, its right leg straightened, and its left arm forward.

Stretching; a corpse was leaning against the wall, its legs were straight, and it was holding a child in its arms. The three corpses were all burnt, even the male and female.

Not sure.

"Guowen, tell me what you think."

Liu Feng glanced around the burned house again, leaving only ashes and corpses, then turned around and asked a fair-skinned young policeman behind him.

"Master, I..."

The young policeman's name was Jia Guowen. He had just graduated from the police academy and was on duty for the first time. He couldn't hold back his stomach and lay at the door retching. Liu Feng

I patted his back, walked outside to the balcony, took out a cigarette from my pocket, and smoked it slowly.

"Judging from the shape of the charred corpse, the person lying at the door should be a man who struggled violently before death; the person leaning against the wall is a mother and daughter.

He seemed to be very peaceful before death, without any pain at all. This is a bit unreasonable. There is a possibility of homicide." Lin Guo finished retching.

Wen was beside Liu Feng and talking about his opinions.

"According to the village chief, this place was originally a soil-based house, and the foundation belonged to the old Chen family. Five years ago, a car came and was given to the old Chen family.

With tens of thousands of yuan, a bungalow was built within a few days. People in the village had never seen this family before and didn’t even know their names.

All I know is that he is very rich." The female police officer who took the records reported to Liu Feng.

After a pause, he continued: "At around six o'clock in the afternoon, black smoke started to appear in the house. An old farmer discovered it first. Then it rained heavily.

By the time people from the village arrived, the fire had been extinguished by heavy rain. Fortunately, a five-year-old boy survived the fire.

Come, but I’m a little bit dementia, probably because of the stimulation.”

"Take the body back to the bureau and continue to visit the surrounding areas. The focus is on investigating the identity of the deceased. In addition... the child is also brought back to the bureau and goes back

Ask slowly, you will be responsible for this case." Liu Feng explained a few words and said calmly to Jia Guowen.

The boy stayed in the police station for seven days without saying a word. He stared at the sky outside in a daze all day long. Seven days later, he was found in Liu Feng's house.

Under arrangements, the boy entered an orphanage in the city.

In early July of 1988, the Akishan City Bureau held a meeting and laid out thick files on thefts, robberies, rapes, and murders in urban and rural areas.

After a pile of them, the municipal bureau chief sighed, "I'll do my best to do what I can, and if I can't, just keep it in the file!"

Jia Guowen, who followed Liu Feng, was stunned. He stared at the police badge hanging on the wall and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, he seemed to want to
Chapter completed!