After listening to Ma Mingzhen's words, I finally felt some comfort and felt a little more relaxed.
Time passed day by day, and there was still no news about Lao Zhao and Guan Jiajia.
I couldn't hold back my anger, so I called Ma Mingzhang and asked him to ask his father.
After a while, Ma Mingzhang called back and said that his father told him.
The bureau is investigating this case intensively.
Before the case is solved, the police will not leak the information for fear of alerting the suspect.
This time, he really couldn't pry open his father's mouth and get more detailed information.
Because of the disappearance of Lao Zhao, it felt like there was a blockage in my heart, and I couldn't bring myself to do anything.
This afternoon, I was in a panic in the house.
Just go out and wander around on the street without any purpose.
Unconsciously, I came to the place where Guan Jiajia disappeared, Xinmin Road.
There are banyan trees on both sides of this street.
Even in autumn, these evergreen trees still support a dense green crown, which tightly blocks the rather harsh afternoon sun, leaving a shade under the trees.
I was surprised to find that the 70-year-old man I saw on Qingyang Road a few days ago was sitting under a banyan tree, lowering his head and playing with chopsticks.
There is already a half-built model of a bamboo building on the ground.
Last time at the small park in the center of Qingyang Road, the old man stuck his chopsticks into the soil and then built a model of a bamboo building.
This time, because the ground was a cement floor, the old man actually stood his chopsticks on the ground.
I was stunned.
How small the chopsticks were.
The old man could not only stand them on the ground, but also build a model of a bamboo building.
This was simply a miracle.
In the blink of an eye, the bamboo house model was set up.
The old man took out the little squirrel from the cloth bag.
The little squirrel jumped into the bamboo house model and squatted obediently.
The bamboo building model remains unchanged, as solid as if it were built with reinforced concrete.
Because the old man was very cold to me last time, I didn't go over to strike up a conversation with him.
I stood under a nearby banyan tree and watched from a distance.
I thought the old man was a street artist, and he put up this model of a bamboo house to attract passers-by to invest money in him.
However, there was no money bowl in front of the old man, and he kept his head buried from beginning to end.
Occasionally, curious passers-by stopped to watch.
He just raised his head and took a few glances.
Several passers-by offered him money, but he refused them all.
I was so confused, what was going on with this old man?
If he wasn't trying to make money, why was he playing with the bamboo building model on the roadside?
Could it be that there was something wrong with his brain?
One afternoon a few days later, when I was passing by Wenhua Road, another street, I saw this strange old man setting up a model of a bamboo building on the street.
Wenhua Road is also relatively remote and there are not many pedestrians.
I observed him nearby, and he was just like last time, just playing with his chopsticks with his head down and refusing to accept money from passers-by.
I don’t know if it’s because of professional sensitivity, but I became suspicious of this strange old man.
Last time I saw this old man on Qingyang Road where Lao Zhao disappeared.
Later, I also saw this old man on Xinmin Road where Guan Jiajia disappeared.
Could it be that the disappearance of Lao Zhao and Guan Jiajia has something to do with this strange old man?
After this idea came to me, my heart suddenly tightened, and I quickly called Ma Mingzhen and asked him to ask his father.
Has anyone gone missing on Wenhua Road in the past two days?
Ma Mingzhu told me with great embarrassment that the first two times, he got information about the disappearance case from his father in a circumstantial way.
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Now, his father had become suspicious of him and asked him if there was someone who made him feel embarrassed to ask further.
Moreover, asking was in vain, as his father would definitely not tell.
I said very anxiously: "Mingzhu.
This is the last time.
Just ask for the last time, okay?
I beg you, okay?"
Ma Mingzhi was silent for a long time.
He said helplessly: "Okay, then I will ask again.
You must keep your word.
This is the last time.
You are not allowed to mention this matter to me again."
After a while.
Ma Mingzhen called back and said that a disappearance really occurred on Wenhua Road.
A girl suddenly disappeared there the day before yesterday.
The blood in my body suddenly boiled.
There must be something wrong with this strange old man.
Hang up the phone.
I took a taxi to the police station and found the fat policeman who took the case.
I told him my thoughts and asked him to send someone to arrest the strange old man.
I said it very excitedly.
The fat policeman on the other end had a disdainful smile on his face.
The fat policeman said: "You have nothing wrong with your brain, right?
How powerful can such an old man be to rob someone on the street in broad daylight?
The person who was robbed is a fool and doesn't know how to scream."
I said: "Uncle policeman, that old man may use some quack magic to confuse people and then take them away.
For example, Ecstasy.
You know, if a person is under the influence of Ecstasy, he can only be at the mercy of others."
For my part, please believe my words.”
The fat policeman raised the document in his hand and said impatiently: "We are the police.
Do we need you, an outsider, to teach us how to handle the case?
Just stop worrying and go home and wait patiently for our news."
After saying that, the fat policeman stood up and walked inside.
I became anxious and got up to chase after him.
A policeman next to me grabbed me.
What do you mean, this is a police station, outsiders are not allowed to enter casually.
I could only shout at the back of the fat policeman: "Uncle policeman, you can check the surveillance video.
There is really something wrong with this weird old man."
When the fat policeman heard my shouting, he turned around and came back.
He took the document and patted my head gently and said, "We have checked the surveillance video a long time ago.
Do you still need to say it?
I'll say it again, go home."
Wait for the news.
If you don't listen, I will put you in a detention center to feed mosquitoes.
Also, don't talk about your friend's disappearance.
Otherwise, you will be in trouble."
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I was unwilling to give in.
After I came out of the police station, I shamelessly called Ma Mingzhu and said that I wanted to meet his father and tell him about the situation.
Ma Mingzhen refused to help anyway.
He cried and said: "Hai Ming, please spare me.
My dad has been very busy with work these two days and is upset.
How dare I provoke him?
It's weird if he doesn't beat me up." .
If you have any situation, just go to the police station and report it."
After hitting a wall with the police, I decided to spy on the strange old man and collect evidence myself.
I wanted to make the fat policeman believe that what I said was true and that the old man was really suspicious.
However, when I came to Wenhua Road with the miniature video equipment, the strange old man was no longer there.
Subsequently.
I hired a motorcycle and walked around Qingyang Road, Xinmin Road and other streets, but I didn't see that strange old man.
I told Uncle Guan my thoughts, and Uncle Guan said that such an old man was mentioned in a diary written by Guan Jiajia before she disappeared, saying that the old man had asked her for directions.
This makes me even more suspicious that something is wrong with the old man.
After my repeated persuasion, Uncle Guan agreed to help find the strange old man.
One afternoon a few days later, Uncle Guan called me and said that he saw the strange old man I mentioned on Ping'an Road.
I took the video equipment and some commonly used magic weapons and rushed to Ping'an Road, and sure enough I saw the strange old man.
As before, he sat under a tree by the roadside and built a model of a bamboo house as if no one else was watching.
Uncle Guan, who was waiting nearby, waved to me, called me over, and said with disappointment: "This old man is so old, how could he kidnap Jiajia?
Although Jiajia is a girl, if we really fight with this old man, the old man You may not be able to beat Jiajia.”
I whispered: "Based on physical strength, the old man may not be able to do it, but he may know some magic."
"Sorcery" Uncle Guan was even more disappointed and said: "Xiao Tang, you are not mistaken, are you?
What age is it?
You still believe this?"
Uncle Guan is an electronic engineer.
Most senior intellectuals like him are very firm atheists.
I know that no matter what I say, he will not believe it.
I said: "Uncle Guan, if something happens to you, please go back first and leave it to me here.
I will tell you if anything happens."
Uncle Guan seemed to really not believe me, so he said a few polite words and left.
To be honest, I wish Uncle Guan would leave this place to me, because it would be easy for the old man to spot two people monitoring here.
After Uncle Guan left, I hid behind a big tree diagonally opposite and quietly stuck my head out, paying close attention to the old man's every move.
At the same time, I turned on the camera equipment.
If the old man had any situation, I would immediately take pictures
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