Since what Cen Sixian wants to say is not what she has already said, what does she really want to say?

Thinking of this, I took out my mobile phone and was about to ask clearly, Xu Ruohui grabbed my arm and said: You want to call and ask?

I said yes, Xu Ruohui smiled and said: You are really a little bit of tendon, these are just my guesses, if not, wouldn't it be a joke?

That's right. I'm too obsessed with analyzing the facts of the case, and when I encounter something unclear, I think about figuring it out next, and it seems that I'm still too anxious. At the same time, my brain is also a little too tired, so it becomes a little insufficient.

As soon as we fell asleep, in the blink of an eye, in the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, Cen Sixian called us, saying that we were waiting for us at a national highway crossing in the south of the city.

When we arrived here, we said hello, and Xiao Wu drove in front to lead the way, and our car followed closely behind.

After the meeting, Cen Sixian also gave me a piece of paper, on which was written the basic information of the person we wanted to take pictures today.

In addition to the person who took the photo, there is also information on the back of the paper about the woman who committed suicide.

The man who took the photo was named Zhang Guozheng, who was now forty-five years old, and he had just started working not long after he took that photo.

The woman wearing a floral dress in the photo is called Zeng Yaoju, who joined the work in the same year as Zhang Guozheng, and both of them were newcomers in the cultural relics work when they took pictures.

There is very little description of Zeng Yaoju's affairs, after all, she is dead, and Zhang Guozheng's information is more detailed, although he is now farming in the village. But life is quite solid, the family has a few acres of greenhouse vegetables, his wife is from the village, and there is a son who is studying in the provincial capital.

These materials are the most basic materials, and after reading them for a while, we stuffed them into our school bags.

Soon we arrived at Zhang Guozheng's village, which was on the plain. Surrounded by fields, it's the season to sow winter wheat, so the absence of green fields inevitably makes people feel that the world is a bit vicissitudes.

Arrived in the village. After a little inquiry, we found Zhang Guozheng's door, which was a two-story building with a courtyard, and a nice black car was parked outside the door.

After knocking on the door a few times, a slightly chubby middle-aged woman came to open the door for us, and Cen Sixian told the person that we were from the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau and came to Zhang Guozheng to ask for some work matters.

The middle-aged woman wondered: Cultural relics? My husband has been fired by you for almost 20 years, ask him to understand the situation, you are liars, go, go, go!

Saying that the middle-aged woman was about to bombard us away, she shouted, and another person came out of the small building, and I looked at the photo on the information paper, which was similar to the man who walked out of the house. Not surprisingly, it is Zhang Guozheng.

Meizi, what are you yelling about? Zhang Guozheng's voice was a little rough, and the plum he said was naturally his wife.

Seeing Zhang Guozheng coming, I greeted him and said, "Mr. Zhang, you may feel a little strange when you look at us people, but there is one thing we must ask you to understand, and I think this matter must have bothered you for many years.

Hearing me say this, Zhang Guozheng's brows furrowed, and then asked me: What's the matter?

I said: The matter of the golden statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo.

Yes!

Zhang Guozheng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then carefully looked at a few of us: Then you guys came in,-

Hearing Zhang Guozheng say this, his wife opened the door and let us in.

As soon as I entered the living room door on the first floor of his house, I smelled a strong smell of incense, and then I saw a bookcase directly north of the living room, on which was enshrined a statue of Jizo King Bodhisattva, and in front of the god there were three unburned incense sticks. Pound counting skills.

The curling green smoke is also slowly drifting away.

However, the statue of the Bodhisattva of King Jizo in his house is a Buddha statue that imitates white jade, not gold.

After seeing the statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, I was touched a little in my heart, because the incense here is relatively strong, the Yang Qi on the Bodhisattva statue is very heavy, and the Yang Qi is also the luck of Zhang Guozheng's entire house.

In other words, the people who live in this house will have slightly better luck, and they will have much less physical diseases.

Seeing me staring at the Jizo King Bodhisattva in a daze, Zhang Guozheng said: After I was dismissed, I invited a Jizo King Bodhisattva to offer, in order to have a peace of mind, since you came to me for the matter of the golden statue of the Jizo King, you should all know about the things of the year, right?

I nodded and made it clear, and then Zhang Guozheng asked us to sit down in the living room, and then instructed his wife to pour us some tea, and also brought some dried fruits and snacks.

After thanking Zhang Guozheng and introducing myself, I asked straight to the point: Since you also know our intentions, then I won't beat around the bush, I want to know what happened before and after you took pictures of Zeng Yaoju, the more detailed the better.

When I asked, Zhang Guozheng's wife was stunned for a moment and said: Zeng Yaoju, is the woman you often say committed suicide because she took a photo with the Bodhisattva King of Jizo?

Zhang Guozheng nodded, but his wife still didn't understand: How many years have passed, why are you still investigating this matter, do you think that the woman's death has anything to do with my husband?

Without waiting for me to speak, Zhang Guozheng asked his wife not to talk first, and then said to his wife, let her go out first and don't make trouble here.

Zhang Guozheng's wife seemed to be afraid of him, so she slammed the door and went out with a depressed face.

I'm a little sorry: I'm sorry to cause you to quarrel.

Zhang Guozheng smiled and said: I can tell you when she leaves, there are some things that are not easy to say in front of her.

Then he told us a little bit more about the story.

That year, Zhang Guozheng and Zeng Yaoju graduated from junior college at the same time, and the school assigned them to the county cultural relics station.

At that time, there were very few college students, and college students were allocated by the state, unlike today's college students, who had difficulty finding jobs on their own.

Zhang Guozheng is a more introverted person, he has actually been secretly in love with Zeng Yaoju when he was in school, and now that the two of them are assigned to work together, he feels that this is God's arrangement, and his opportunity has come, so he mustered up the courage to start the pursuit of Zeng Yaoju.

Zhang Guozheng showed a smile on his face when he said this, this is a simple smile reminiscing about his first love, and at this time I also understand why he wants to talk about this again with his wife.

The story continues.

At that time, everyone generally didn't have much money, so Zhang Guozheng saved his food expenses and bought Zeng Yaoju a floral dress, which is the one on the photo.

Zhang Guozheng bought a dress, and then confessed to Zeng Yaoju, to his surprise, he actually succeeded, and the happy Zhang Guozheng borrowed a point-and-shoot camera from a friend, and then bought a few rolls of film, thinking about asking Zeng Yaoju to play in the park and take pictures by the way.

And on that day, a heavyweight cultural relic came to their cultural relics station, which was the golden statue of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, but I heard that it seemed that someone had died when the golden statue was excavated, so many people felt very unlucky.

The duty that night was arranged by the leader to a newcomer with little qualifications, Zhang Guozheng.

And Zeng Yaoju seemed to be very interested in the golden statue, so she chose to stay and accompany Zhang Guozheng on duty that night, which also made Zhang Guozheng feel very happy, lonely men and widows, and at night, Zhang Guozheng was a little excited.

Zeng Yaoju wore the floral dress that Zhang Guozheng gave her to the station, and after seeing Zhang Guozheng, she asked to see the golden statue of the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, and there was no one on the station at night, Zhang Guozheng thought that it didn't matter if he just looked at it anyway, so he agreed.

So he took the gold statue out of the cabinet and placed it on a bookcase.

Then Zeng Yaoju proposed to take a photo with the golden statue, which was a violation of the regulations, so Zhang Guozheng hesitated, but Zeng Yaoju suddenly kissed Zhang Guozheng on the face, and said coquettishly.

Zhang Guozheng, who was carried away by happiness, agreed, and at the same time took out the camera he had prepared long ago and took the photo of Zeng Yaoju and the golden statue.

Originally, Zeng Yaoju also wanted to take a picture of Zhang Guozheng and the Buddha statue, but who knew that there was a power outage at that time.

The room went dark, Zeng Yaoju got into Zhang Guozheng's arms, and before Zhang Guozheng could carefully experience the feeling of this hug, he suddenly heard the voice of a third person in the room.

It is the sound of a person with heavy feet deliberately rubbing the soles of his feet against the floor.

Creak!

This voice frightened Zhang Guozheng and Zeng Yaoju, Zeng Yaoju grabbed Zhang Guozheng's arm in fright, and her long nails sank into Zhang Guozheng's skin.

They could still feel the voice coming at them, step by step, step by step, getting closer and closer to them.

And it was very dark that night, after the power went out, they were in the room where the relics were kept, and the windows were very small, so the whole room could basically be described as a finger that could not be seen.

Hearing the voice approaching him, Zhang Guozheng's brain was about to explode, but he still wanted to protect Zeng Yaoju in his heart, so he relied on his memory to look at the direction of the door, and then pulled Zeng Yaoju and ran to the door.

In the process of running, he felt that he had bumped into a ** thing, and he didn't have time to think about what the thing he bumped into was, so he ran to the door, opened the door and pulled Zeng Yaoju out, but when he rushed to the corridor, the lights of the entire corridor turned on again.

With the bright light, the two of them are not so afraid, and the door of the room where the cultural relics are stored is very open, Zhang Guozheng looked into the house, the room was empty, and the golden statue of the Bodhisattva King of Jizo was still on the bookcase.

What he knocked down in the room was a coat rack, as if the sound they had just heard was just their hallucination.

Speaking of this, Zhang Guozheng said: If it is really an illusion, it is probably the most real illusion I have experienced in my life.