This is what a friend of mine in the police circle said...

That year I went to Lin County to collect evidence for a case. Because the matter was urgent, I had not contacted the other police station, so when it was dark, I could no longer return that night. I had to go to the town to find a hotel to stay in, thinking that I would rush back tomorrow morning.

This is a town with only about 200 people. Except for the three-story high house at the station, the rest are typical brick and tile wooden houses in rural southern China. I have seen the state-owned trip on the station. It is dirty and afraid of people. The walls are pitch black. There is a simple wooden bed and a kettle on the ground. I feel disgusting, especially the dark and thick quilt on the bed. I suspect that there are too many snails inside to form a legion, especially the windows of the house are broken. The smell of Chinese smell and the smell of not taking a bath for a long time are coming from the other house next to me. I hate the sound of thunder. I am almost sure that the eight-person room next to me is living in a large group of migrant workers. So no matter how the middle-aged woman recommends it, it is said that this is the best house here. The only single room is only 80 yuan a day. You can still discount it so late, just sixty...

I quickly escaped and went to find a private hostel facing the street.

Soon I found a two-story courtyard. The house looked quite grand, with a dark and solid wall, with vermilion wood eaves flying. In front of the door were two upright cylinders, also vermilion, like two steel nails nailed there firmly. Two round stones below were cushioned.

I walked towards the window with the sign "Chuxi Hotel" hanging. The lights of the incandescent lamp were a little dim. An old man who was nearly 60 years old was smoking a cigarette inside. The smell of smoke was a little pungent. Before I could speak, he said staying in the hotel. I said yes. He shook the ash and said, "You are so lucky. The four-person room is not full yet. Just so you can squeeze in. What, when I heard that I had to live with someone again, this is not possible. I said, can I live in a single room? I can offer a high price. The old man glared at me with his eyes and said, "Do you think we are a station hostel? Go in and take a look first, and then take me to open the door of a room next to me and whisper. The old man said to me, I had to follow it and see it. It was indeed very refreshing and clean, and there were three people sleeping inside.

Then the old man took me out and said to me, "Register, twenty yuan." I felt a little embarrassed because it was enough, but I carried important information and guns on me, so I couldn't lose them. So I said to him cruelly, "Give me a single room, I will pay a high price." The old man ignored me and said, "No, there is no single room." When I saw that the night was dark and I didn't want to go back to the station hotel, so I told him, can I think of a solution!" I brought him with me, can I think of a solution!

There are important items that are not convenient to live in many people. I stared at me for a long time. The old man turned around and took out an old almanac from the drawer that looked like a shabby old one. He flipped over it, then muttered a few words, then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and then he said to himself, "Okay, she won't come tonight." Then he pinched his fingers and suddenly paused again. Oh, it turned out that someone else would come, but he glanced at me and said, "Tell me honestly if you have any blood debts on you."

When I heard this, I said angrily, "I am a policeman, a business trip member of the Public Security Bureau, and then I showed him the ID. That's all. The old man then registered for me with confidence. He led me to the small pavilion on the second floor, opened the room, and a fragrance floated over. I felt that the two hundred yuan was not unfair to bloom. The white gauze, the white sheets, and the bedding were also snow-white. There was a table inside, a vase on it, and there was a bouquet of flowers in the bottle, and this big bed was also

It is very distinctive. The purple corners are painted with patterns and the workmanship is quite exquisite. What's even better is that there is a north-facing window, and the moonlight is coming in. Looking at my satisfied expression, the old man left happily. Before leaving, he said to me, "Don't close this window, you must let the moonlight shine in, and remember it." The old man's eyes were filled with solemnity and warnings. Okay, uncle, go, I like to sleep with the window open?"

The old man nodded, and was about to turn around and suddenly turned back and said to me, "If you hear any sound at night, don't come out." I started to get annoyed by the old man, so I said: I understand, now I'm very tired and want to sleep immediately. Could you please go out?" A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he finally glanced at me and then left.

I was really sleepy, so I lay down and fell asleep. But thinking about the information and guns I carried, I couldn't lose them, so I got up and stood up again

The small window was closed, after all, I was already past the age of poetry and painting.

Yesterday was the 14th day of the lunar calendar, and now it is midnight, so it is already the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.

I lay down silly, pressed my gun and information under the pillow, smelling the faint fragrance from the white bedding in my mouth and nose, thinking that I could finally have a safe sleep tonight.

As time went by, about the second half of the night, I felt as if someone was blowing hot air on my face, itchy, comfortable, and uncomfortable, so I woke up. I looked around with my eyes open and there was nothing. Because I closed the window, the room seemed very dark. I clearly remember what I felt just now that someone was blowing air on my face again, but now I can be sure that there was absolutely no one in the room. With my eight years of criminal investigation experience, I have never seen anything. If there is any slight disturbance, I can sense the other person's location, but now I can be sure that there is absolutely no one in the room.

Did I just dream? But why does this feel so clear?

Just as I was about to fall asleep again, a clear cry suddenly came from my ears. I sat up and held the gun in my hand. Yes, this time I heard it very clearly. It was a little girl's voice coming from the street and very close to me. The child's voice became louder and louder, and it seemed that I couldn't stop it. I decided to go out and take a look, take the information with me, and walked out with the gun in my hand.

The moonlight outside the house was gone at some point, and it was very dark, but with the eyes I practiced in criminal investigation, I could still clearly see things that were at least a hundred steps away. I got closer to the crying step by step, and finally I could clearly see a little girl in white clothes sitting in the middle of the street crying. I slowly approached her, and then I could see her face clearly. It was a round, very cute face with crystal tears hanging on it. I shouted at her, "Little sister, why don't you go home? Why are you crying here?" She turned to look at me, sobbing, and mom hit me, she didn't want me anymore.
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