It was half past eleven in the morning in an old residential area in Fengtao District, An City, Sichuan Province.
It was the time when students were dismissed from school and workers were getting off work. Logically speaking, it was the busiest time in the district.
However, the weather was not on their side. With the rumbling of thunder, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The land of Western Sichuan, which had just entered the early summer season, was shrouded in a fog of rain.
Hence, there were very few people on the streets of the district.
In the heavy rain, a few men in suits suddenly turned into an alley and ran all the way. As they did not have raincoats, the few of them were in a sorry state.
Among them, a young man ran while covering the leader's head with his briefcase.
Just as they ran to the middle of the street, someone saw something and quickly waved. The few of them quickly dodged the intersection and ran into a low and dilapidated temple …
After entering the temple, the few of them quickly shook off the wet raindrops on their bodies. The old leader smiled and said, "This rain came so suddenly … Hehe, I didn't expect it to rain so quickly!"
"Director Zhang," a middle-aged officer next to him said, "It's a pity that the alley is too narrow. Our car can't get in! Why don't we … Let's take shelter from the rain and go out when it's lighter … "
"Mm …" Director Zhang nodded and said, "That's the only way! The weather in Western Sichuan really changes so quickly. I haven't gotten wet in many years, hahaha … "
The leader's joke immediately made everyone laugh. The young and shy man even blushed slightly …
Director Zhang was the leader in charge of the demolition of the district. That day, they came to the district to inspect the situation and prepare for the demolition work.
However, they did not expect that they would be caught in the heavy rain halfway through the inspection.
Rumble …
There was another muffled thunder, and the rain became heavier.
"Looks like …" Director Zhang wiped his phone and sighed helplessly. "We'll have to stay in this temple for a while longer! This is … "
As he spoke, Director Zhang turned to the middle of the hall and looked at the statue there. "This is a Guan Di Temple!"
"Yes," an officer who was familiar with the situation said, "Don't underestimate this Guan Di Temple. It is said that this temple was built during the Ming Dynasty and has a history of more than five hundred years!"
"Oh …" Director Zhang nodded as he walked up to the statue and sighed. "Since it's a cultural relic, it should be well protected!
"Even if this place becomes a new neighborhood in the future, this temple should be preserved … Tsk tsk …" While speaking, Director Zhang saw the cracks and spider webs on the statue. "It seems that this Guan Di Temple doesn't have a lot of incense!" he said.
"Indeed," the steward echoed. "Times have changed. In the past, the Guan Di Temple was worshiped and taken care of by the local elders. Now, there are fewer and fewer elders, and the young people don't believe in these things. So, the temple has basically been abandoned!
"If it wasn't for the renovation done by the Civil Affairs Bureau last year, it would have collapsed long ago …"
"Aiyo, that won't do …" Director Zhang sighed. "Why haven't I heard of it before? It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, it's still a cultural relic, something left behind by our ancestors … "
Just as Director Zhang was sighing, the young man was also looking around the dilapidated temple. The temple was filled with the smell of urine. Obviously, some bad people had used this place as a public toilet.
After looking around, the young man found that there was still a space behind the statue. Driven by curiosity, he came to the side of the statue and took a look at the back.
Who would have thought that after this glance, the young man would suddenly be stunned on the spot …
Then, the young man's pupils dilated, and his hair seemed to stand on end. However, in extreme shock, although he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
"Xiao Mou, what's wrong?" At this time, Director Zhang happened to be standing not far from the young man. Seeing the young man's strange expression, he stepped forward and took a look at the back of the statue.
As a result, Director Zhang's expression suddenly changed. He immediately screamed "Ah!" and his whole body fell backward onto the dusty ground …
…
At ten o 'clock that night, Zhao Yu, who was far away in the office of the Yaoming Police Station, suddenly sneezed!
Achoo!
After sneezing, Zhao Yu first rubbed his nose and then pinched his eyes. He thought to himself, Who is missing me again? Is it my dear Miaomiao? Or is it a beautiful woman from before?
After feeling a little tired, he turned around and picked up the coffee that Cui Lizhu had made for him.
However, when he took a sip, he found that the coffee had been left there for a long time and was already cold.
It turned out that he had been thinking about the case for a long time.
Phew …
Zhao Yu exhaled and had to put the coffee back on the table. He then turned around and continued to think about the case.
Detailed information about the suspect, Nong Zhifa, was marked on the whiteboard.
This person was born in 1941, in Xingyuan County, Yaoming City. He was sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide. In 2006, he was sent to Nanhai Prison, Yaoming, to serve his sentence until he died of cancer.
In other words, when he was imprisoned, he was already 65 years old. It was because of his age that he was not sentenced to death.
The person who was killed by Nong Zhifa was Liu Mou, who had been his lover for many years. The two had a quarrel over debts. In a rage, Nong Zhifa killed Liu Mou and fled.
Later, he was arrested by the police and sent to prison.
Because Nong Zhifa killed someone out of passion, Zhao Yu couldn't tell if there was something wrong with his mental state at that time.
However, Zhao Yu felt that, since Nong Zhifa knew how to flee, it meant that he didn't have any mental problems.
Don't forget that Nong Zhifa had spent 14 years in prison. If he already had mental problems when he entered the prison, then even if the prison didn't have any records, they would be able to draw a definite conclusion from the testimony of the prisoners or the prison guards!
So, Zhao Yu still thought that Nong Zhifa had a mental problem in prison.
If he wanted to find out the truth of the case, he would have to work from the inside of the prison.
However, according to the information provided by Zeng Ke, the prison staff still hadn't found any suspicious targets.
Most of the prison's senior leaders weren't locals. Their life trajectories were completely different from the murderer's memoir, so they could be ruled out as suspects.
It was the same for the other staff members. Either their ages didn't match, or their lives didn't match …
More importantly, among all the people who were investigated, none of them had anything to do with psychology. If Nong Zhifa was really hypnotized by an expert, then this person must have some reputation. Logically speaking … it should be very easy to investigate, but why couldn't they find anything?
Could it be … that he had guessed wrongly?
Was it wrong to start with Liu Cheng? From start to finish, it was all Nong Zhifa's doing? Was Liu Cheng talking nonsense?
Or …
Di di … Di di …
Just when Zhao Yu was at his wits' end, his phone suddenly rang.
Unexpectedly, the call was from Director Jiao Guofeng at such a late hour.
Tsk tsk …
Just before he picked up the phone, Zhao Yu realized the seriousness of the problem. If it was something unimportant, Division Chief Jiao would not have called him personally!
"Hello …" After the call was connected, Division Chief Jiao didn't even give any opening remarks. She asked Zhao Yu directly, "Zhao Yu, have you heard of the Ghost King Case that happened in the Western Sichuan area during the early days of liberation?"
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