Chapter 2 Key
Bai Yanliang remained silent, turning his head slightly to look out the car window.
The bright sunshine shines on every corner of Yecheng, and it seems that even the tiniest dust can be seen clearly.
"Thank you, Uncle Yang."
"What are you talking about, silly boy." Yang Wanlong couldn't hold back after all, holding an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth to enjoy the pleasure.
"Ten years." Bai Yanliang's voice was very soft. He looked quietly at the rows of high-rise buildings. Yecheng had changed a lot compared to ten years ago.
However, nothing has changed.
"Uncle Yang, why do you always believe that Yanren's case ten years ago has nothing to do with me?"
Bai Yanliang finally withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Wanlong who was concentrating on driving.
"Tsk... If you have to tell me why." Yang Wanlong freed up his right hand and scratched the back of his head, "It should be that I saw a similar case when I was a child."
"Uncle Yang was a child?" Bai Yanliang thought about many possibilities, such as Yang Wanlong discovered some clues, but he never thought of this reason.
This middle-aged detective is already forty-two years old. His childhood was at least thirty years ago, and the case thirty years ago...
"Well, that boy's experience was similar to yours, but I witnessed it with my own eyes that time." Yang Wanlong finally lit the cigarette. From the rearview mirror, Bai Yanliang saw Yang Wanlong's pupils narrowing slightly, as if he thought of something. What he fears.
What could make a middle-aged detective who was accustomed to seeing all kinds of bizarre murders show a look of fear?
Bai Yanliang was a little curious.
"At that time, my family was poor. I went to school for half the day and herded cattle for the other half. That afternoon, I went to herd cattle on the hillside as usual, and then... I witnessed a strange murder case." Yang Wanlong's hands were shaking slightly, obviously although More than ten years have passed since the incident, but not only has the incident not been forgotten as time goes by, but it is like old wine that has been stored in the cellar for many years. The aroma can be smelled even before the seal is opened.
"Yang Erwa from the village died in the mountains with his father, Yang Laocheng! I still remember him like that, with a ferocious and twisted face, and weird movements, as if...possessed by a ghost."
Having said this, Yang Wanlong put out his cigarette, swallowed, and seemed to feel a little dry.
Bai Yanliang also saw that his lips were very dry and turned white.
"I hid behind the cow. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to speak out. I didn't even want the cow anymore and ran home quickly."
"What happened next?"
"Later... Yang Erwa was arrested. When he was arrested, he was exactly the same as you. He looked dull and sat in his father's body in a daze. He couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't answer questions. Later. , I heard that the kid hanged himself in prison." Yang Wanlong glanced at Bai Yanliang in the rearview mirror, but couldn't see anything from Bai Yanliang's expression.
"So, Uncle Yang is afraid that I will commit suicide, so he takes time out to come to the mental hospital to see me every year, right?" Bai Yanliang asked with a smile.
"That's right." Yang Wanlong was noncommittal.
Bai Yanliang knew what Yang Wanlong wanted to ask. How could humans be so powerful?
Although a fruit knife was found at the scene of Bai Yanren's case,... is it possible for a young child to accomplish such a heinous act with just a small fruit knife?
What's more, judging from the conditions at the scene and the subsequent autopsy report, Bai Yanren's body did not seem to have been cut open with a sharp weapon, but... was eroded by huge force...
This is almost exactly the same case that Yang Wanlong witnessed when he was a child. Bai Yanliang seems to be the same person as Yang Erwa, who suddenly went crazy and then killed his closest relatives.
Bai Yanliang also wanted to know what happened, but...he really didn't remember it at all.
There was no memory of the crime scene in his mind.
"By the way, your brother is the same as Yang Laocheng. Although he was confirmed dead, his body was missing." Yang Wanlong suddenly said, "Until now, he has not been found."
Yang Wanlong glanced at Bai Yanliang, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
"Yanren's body?" Bai Yanliang didn't know the news. "Well, I've searched your brothers' rental house but can't find it. I've also rummaged through the sewers and trash cans in several nearby streets, but nothing was found."
"..."
Bai Yanliang remained silent.
Yang Wanlong didn't say anything more and drove the car without saying a word.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a relatively high-end community.
"Wait for me here, uncle will park the car."
Bai Yanliang nodded, got out of the car with his luggage and stood at the gate of the community.
Rongyuan community.
Bai Yanliang took a look at the name of the community. It seemed to be a relatively prosperous neighborhood. Next door was the famous commercial center, pedestrian street, and entertainment city of Yecheng JB District.
Not long after, Yang Wanlong came back soon.
The two of them carried their luggage and walked towards a thirty-story residential building one after another.
"It's right here. Your aunt died early. Only my two daughters and I live in a big house. The eldest daughter lives in the Upper Affiliated Hospital in the South District and doesn't come back on weekdays. Now it's just me and Yang Yiyi at home. She also has her studies this year. I'm busy, I won't go home until nine in the evening." Yang Wanlong said as he pressed the elevator button on the 18th floor.
Bai Yanliang listened quietly. When talking about his two daughters, Yang Wanlong's tone was obviously a little higher. It was obvious that he cherished his two daughters.
Although he didn't say anything, Bai Yanliang still made the decision to find a job as soon as possible and leave Uncle Yang's house. After all, he was not a relative, and Uncle Yang was busy at work. It was too shameful to stay in the same house with his daughter for a long time. .
"Come in."
While talking, the two of them had already reached the eighteenth floor.
Yang Wanlong opened the door and turned on the light in the living room.
"Sit down as you like, and I'll give you your brother's things."
Bai Yanliang nodded and looked around the room.
Three bedrooms and one living room, about 120 square meters, is considered a very good family in Yecheng, where land is at a premium.
"Here, your brother worked as a private detective ten years ago. He seemed to be investigating some business before he died, but it had little to do with his case. Look, this is the work information your brother left behind, and this." While talking, Yang Wanlong handed over something.
Bai Yanliang first took the documents one by one, and then took the small objects handed over by Yang Wanlong.
He felt his palms go cold, and when he looked away, he was startled.
"Key?"
What is the key to this place?
Seeing his confused look, Yang Wanlong also spread his hands: "I don't know, no one has tried it to open anything."
Bai Yanliang held the key and took a closer look. It was entirely silver, with a circular hollow handle engraved with mysterious patterns on one end, and three small dots protruding forward on one end.
It can be seen that although it is exquisitely made, it looks a bit old and is not the key to the door lock.
Bai Yanliang frowned slightly. He didn't know why. Holding this exquisite but weird key, a strange palpitating feeling gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart, as if... something had been opened.
(End of chapter)