Spiritual Walker

Regarding Brother Bing's case… Zhang Yuanqing was delighted and said:

"Have the Hangzhou branch found any results? Have they found anything?"

The colleagues in the Hangzhou branch were too inefficient. It took three days to come up with the results. It was obvious that they did not take Brother Bing's disappearance case seriously… He complained in his heart.

Brother Bing had been missing for almost half a month. If the spiritual realm walkers in the Hangzhou branch had investigated diligently, they should have been able to give feedback and enough information when Li Dongze commissioned them.

Obviously, they believed that Brother Bing died in the spiritual realm and there was no point in investigating.

"We did find some things..." Li Dongze paused for a moment and said:

"Lei Yibing's interpersonal relationships are relatively simple. He is a loner, keeps to himself, and is not close to his classmates. He is very low-key in school and never causes trouble, but colleagues in the Hangzhou branch conducted in-depth investigations and found that in the past three years, two people who had provoked him died in some reasonable way."

Zhang Yuanqing frowned when he heard this, and when Li Dongze finished speaking, he immediately retorted:

"No, Brother Bing is not a smooth person, but he is definitely not a loner, and his actions are not low-key. I grew up with him and I am too familiar with him. When he gets angry, he doesn't even bother to say "what are you looking at" and just takes action."

As for Brother Bing's suspected murder, he doesn't know the details, so he doesn't refute or comment.

"You are talking about the Fire Master, right?" Li Dongze couldn't help but complain, coughed, and brought the topic back: "So, the Lei Yibing you mentioned is different from the Lei Yibing in the students' impression. Who do you think is wrong?"

Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a while: "Maybe, it's Brother Bing who has a problem."

Li Dongze said "hmm" to agree, and analyzed:

"You and he went to the same high school university. If he has any abnormalities, you can't fail to feel it. In other words, Lei Yibing's changes began when he was in college.

"During the period from high school graduation to the start of college, he must have encountered something, which led to a drastic change in his temperament. But there are too many factors, and without more clues, it is impossible to speculate."

Zhang Yuanqing agreed with Li Dongze's statement, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out. With his brotherly relationship with Brother Bing, Brother Bing didn't even tell him after he became a spiritual realm walker.

The spiritual realm does not have an erasure mechanism. If you want, you can even travel around the world with a loudspeaker to promote the spiritual realm.

Although no one will believe it...

"Anything else? "

"Yes, but I don't know if it counts…" Li Dongze pondered for a moment before saying, "Does Lei Yibing have the habit of writing a diary?"

"Who writes a diary these days?"

"A colleague in Hangzhou found the diary in his dormitory. He didn't write a diary very often, but before he disappeared, the night before he sent you the character card, he wrote a diary."

"Where is his diary?"

"The diary is in his university dormitory. Colleagues in the Hangzhou branch checked it and thought it was worthless, but at my request, they took photos and I'm sending them to you now." Li Dongze said:

"If I remember correctly, tomorrow is the fourteenth day since you came out of the 'Sheling Tunnel'."

"Yes!"

Tomorrow is the deadline. Either enter the spiritual realm tonight or tomorrow.

"There will be a short buffer time before the spiritual realm opens. Remember to call me or call Guan Ya to report."

"Got it. "

After the two ended the call, Zhang Yuanqing opened the chat software and received the compressed package sent by Li Dongze.

After decompressing it, he got more than 30 pictures.

Zhang Yuanqing sat at the desk and read the diary. Bingge did not write his diary frequently. Sometimes he updated it weekly, sometimes monthly, and all he wrote were trivial matters.

Zhang Yuanqing read it very seriously at first. After confirming that the previous diary had no value, he turned directly to the last picture.

"I will be doing internship in the second half of the year. Time flies so fast. Before I know it, I will bid farewell to my college life and enter the society. Last night, I dreamed of my childhood in the alley with Yuanzi, and secretly read banned books with him, and cheated my father and his uncle for pocket money with him, and played games with him..... "

The content was very brief, just a few sentences.

Zhang Yuanqing stared deeply at the screen of his mobile phone, and suddenly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Brother Bing really left me a clue!

......

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up at 9:30 in the morning.

"It seems that the time to enter the spiritual realm is today..."

After breakfast, he put on a mask and a baseball cap, and took a taxi to Lei Yibing's home.

The alley where he lived as a child was called Yinping Community. It was built half a century ago. Every residential building condensed the mottled years. The buildings were uniformly six-story, without elevators, and messy cables were wrapped around the walls.

Zhang Yuanqing got off the taxi and glanced around casually. It had been more than ten years. Except for the new paint on the exterior wall and the addition of a guard booth at the entrance of the community.

Nothing else has changed.

When he was in junior high school, there was a rumor that the area was going to be demolished. Everyone waited and waited, and waited for almost ten years, but there was no sign of the demolition team.

Zhang Yuanqing crossed the street and bought a bag of loquats, a pineapple, and three ketchup at the fruit shop across the street.

Walking up the narrow corridor, he stopped in front of the door of No. 402 and rang the doorbell.

After a while, footsteps were heard from the door, and the security door opened. A woman in her forties stood at the door and said in surprise:

"Yuanzi?"

She looked a little bad, with heavy dark circles under her eyes and a thin face.

"Aunt Zhou, I came to see you and Uncle Lei." Zhang Yuanqing said in a well-behaved tone, sighing silently in his heart.

Aunt Zhou's eyes fell on the fruit in his hand, showing a relieved smile, and whispered:

"Come in."

The house is a two-bedroom and one-living room layout, more than 80 square meters. Zhang Yuanqing sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the warm water poured by Aunt Zhou, listening to her dark and sad narration.

"Aunt Zhou, I believe the Public Security Bureau will find Brother Bing. "Zhang Yuanqing comforted.

"Your grandmother came to see me a few days ago. She said that Lao Chen told her that there was no news, which might be good news." Aunt Zhou sighed, and then she said:

"Stay for lunch at noon."

"No, I have classes later." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head.

When he was a child, he and Bingge were inseparable. They often slept together at night, and it was common for them to eat with each other. But today he could enter the spiritual realm at any time, so he tried to shorten the time outside.

"Aunt Zhou, I'll go to Bingge's room for a while. "

Zhang Yuanqing did not forget the purpose of coming here.

He pushed open the door of Bingge's bedroom. In the small room, there was a double bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a TV... His eyes quickly swept through the room, and finally pulled out a large cardboard box from under the bed.

The things in the cardboard box were all kinds of things, including the Subor game console, the Tyrannosaurus machine, the Thunderball, the yo-yo, the telescope, the Water Margin hero cards, the wooden gyroscope, the whistle, the Dragon Ball comic book, and the author of "The History of Emperor Yang of Sui" Qi Dongyeren...

Every toy here has its story, such as the telescope. There was a red-light district nearby. When night fell, the hair salon would light up with blurred lights, and the aunts dressed in enchanting clothes would sit on the sofa in the store in a charming manner. Their graceful curves could be seen through the glass door.

Once, Bingge, who was still in elementary school, came to him quietly and said that he saw Zhang Yuanqing's uncle sneak into the hair salon.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't believe it, so he went to find his uncle. His uncle was shocked and gave him 20 yuan as hush money.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanqing and Bingge licked their popsicles and thought this business was good.

So the two kids waited on the roadside after school. This time they didn't wait on their uncle, but on Bingge's old father.

The old father was shocked and gave them more than ten yuan as hush money.

Later, the old father and uncle turned over a new leaf and were never caught again, until one day, Zhang Yuanqing stole his aunt's pocket money to buy a telescope and secretly observed from a distance.

He earned hush money again.

So, the box sealed Bingge's childhood, and also Zhang Yuanqing's childhood.

He stared blankly at his childhood toys, feeling that time had passed quickly and things had changed.

What are you sighing about? It's not the age to reminisce about the past... He laughed at himself and pushed back the past that was flooding in his mind.

Then, he picked up the Erotic History of Emperor Yang of Sui and shook the pages.

Amid the "rustling" sound of turning pages, a piece of paper fell out, with two dense strings of numbers written on it.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing slowly exhaled, and felt relieved.

The numbers on the paper were a code that only the two brothers could understand.

Influenced by his grandfather, Zhang Yuanqing was obsessed with police and gangster movies, detective-themed cartoons and novels when he was a child, and fantasized about being a powerful security guard.

When he was in middle school, he and his brother Bing read a well-known foreign detective novel together. He got inspiration from one of the cases and thought that there must be a secret code between the great detective Zhang Yuanqing and his assistant Bing.

So he spent a lot of energy to study a set of password formats.

For example, the first number corresponds to the number of lines, the second number still corresponds to the number of lines, and the third number corresponds to the number of pages. The format of the second group of numbers is the inversion of the first group...

The first time they played this game, they used the blueprint of Erotic History of Emperor Yang of Sui.

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the password format while comparing it with the book. Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, he finally pieced together all the contents.

Numbers in the first line: 6203; Two brothers in one life

Numbers in the second line: Yuanzi, find it, I left everything there.