novelcrest Chapter 43: Humbert Humbert Ten
Chapter 43: Humbert Humbert Ten
Chapter 43: Humbert Humbert Ten
In the past twenty years, the Lian-Huashan district had undergone such dramatic changes that it was almost unrecognizable. The streets and the buildings now lined up neatly in a uniform 'modern' style, looking even more imposing than an actual city center. But the young and gangly trees alongside the roads gave away its haste and unreadiness beneath the 'heavy makeup'.
Luo Wenzhou drove around the neighborhood several times before finally spotting the inconspicuous magazine post.
A man with reading glasses was sitting behind the counter manning the post, his back stooping. It was hard to tell the man's age: his face was that of a middle-aged man, probably not yet beyond retirement, but his spirit was that of a lethargic old man on his last legs.
It was the hottest hours of the afternoon. The scorching sun had effectively turned the street into a sizzling pan. Luo Wenzhou pushed up his sunglasses and walked up to the magazine post: "An iced soda, please."
Hearing this, the post owner put away his book and bent down. Shortly, he handed over a bottle coated with a thick layer of white frost.
Under the shade of the post, Luo Wenzhou popped the drink open and guzzled almost half a bottle.
For the whole morning he had been wrestling the senior colleagues who were involved in the old Lian-Huashan case. Although he had Chief Lu's backing and a totally legitimate cause, it still took a lot of beating around the bushes to feel those old guys out. After all, having a similar background and training with the target of your interrogation takes the whole game up a notch since both parties know the usual tactics all too well. The endless rounds of going back and forth were more exhausting than the plot of a Chinese 'Gongdou' drama (1).
Having slaved away the whole morning and overworked his brain, Luo Wenzhou completely zoned out for a while, allowing himself to briefly immerse in the icy cold beverage and the friendly shade of the umbrella.
Seeing that he wasn't going to leave right away, the owner of the post propped his head out and asked: "Young lad, I've got popsicles here too. Do you want one?"
Luo Wenzhou waved and said: "No thanks! The air bubbles are taking up too much space...I just need another minute."
"Sure." The post owner said, and dragged out a plastic stool for him: "Here, sit down. It's such a hot day, and we are all hanging in there. What do you do, young man?"
Luo Wenzhou swirled the bottle above his knees as he answered: "I am a policeman."
The post owner was stepping over his door sill. As soon as he heard the word "police", his whole body froze there. After a long while, he finally turned around, folded his reading glasses, and spoke in a low, shaky voice: "I've already finished my parole. And the government granted me my paperwork too."
"I know." said Luo Wenzhou, "Uncle Guo, I don't mean to bother you. I just want to talk with you about Fei Fei's case twenty years ago."
That post owner was Guo Heng.
After killing Wu Guangchuan, Guo Heng was imprisoned for murder. His sentence was shortened, and he was released two years ago. Obviously, by then his had lost his old job. Twenty years had passed, and nothing from the old days remained. People left or died, the city changed, even his wife left him before he committed the crime. He returned to the unrecognizable Lian-Huashan district, all alone, and lived on this small magazine post.
"There is nothing to talk about." Guo Heng's face turned dark, "She has been gone for twenty years. I killed the murderer myself. I served my sentences. That's the end of it. What else could you possibly want to know?"
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Luo Wenzhou softened his voice: "I didn't mean to offend at all. Actually, there is a recent case of a missing girl. Some evidence suggests that it could be related to the cold case years ago."
"Related?" Guo Heng asked fridgidly, "How?" The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"A girl, eleven years old, went missing in a floral print dress. On the third day, the suspect sent the parents a piece of voice recording. In there, besides the girl's crying there was also some noise. It sounded like someone was shaking a metal box with a jingle bell inside." Luo Wenzhou knew that Guo Heng was on guard, so he tried his best to show sincerity by looking directly into Guo's eyes, excluding any unnecessary details in his explanation, and be as succinct and to-the-point as possible, "According to the senior officers who handled Fei Fei's case, these details are very similar. That's why I want to ask..."
Before he finished, Guo Heng impatiently interjected, mocking: "Ask? You mean interrogate. Well, the murderer is dead, and the only people who might know this detail are the police officers and me. Obviously the cops will do no evil, so who is left to be suspected? Just this man right here, with a history."
"No, not only you. I have interviewed all of the police officers who were involved in the old case." Luo Wenzhou said, "I am not suspecting anything. I just want to know more about..."
Guo Heng suddenly exploded in rage. He yelled at Luo Wenzhou: "Now you want to know more? Really? Hah....Back then I tried everything to get people to listen to this case, but no one would. Now I've killed the bastard, and I've served my sentences, and here you are! My daughter is dead for twenty years, sir. I don't want to think about her any more! I don't want to mention it! Where the fuck were you earlier?"
Luo Wenzhou's mouth opened, but the words of explanation didn't make it out of his throat. He swallowed the excuses and only said, deeply: "I'm sorry."
"Go away. Go! Fuck off!" Guo Heng pushed him out by the shoulders, "I have nothing to say to you. If you think I am guilty, feel free to take me in. I am no stranger to the prison cell anyways. Except next time when you come, remember to flash your badge up front. Had I known that you were a cop, I wouldn't even spare you my spit."
Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."
Guo Heng's eyes were bloody red, and his veins bulged on the temples: "Go fuck yourself!"
A quick-tempered man that he was, Luo Wenzhou couldn't allow himself to be provoked under the circumstance.
Luo Wenzhou didn't try to make excuses for his Shifu (2), only asked: "and then?"
"I could only continue the search on my own. That boy helped me a lot too. Once he suddenly contacted me on the BB call. I rushed over, and saw Wu Guangchuan dragging a girl. She was struggling, but he kept dragging..." After all these years, Guo Heng still got agitated when speaking of that day, his fists clenching. After a while, he finally calmed down and continued, slowly: "I let the boy go away first, and then followed Wu Guangchuan into his home. I saw that he did something... disgusting... to the girl. I..."
In the archive, it was recorded that Guo Heng pretended to be from the electricity company, and knocked Wu's door open. Then he stabbed him.
Luo Wenzhou: "What's the name of that boy?"
"Xu, something." Guo Heng thought for a minute, "Xu...Xu Wenchao."
Luo Wenzhou said goodbye to Guo Heng and sped his car back to the city. Before starting the car he had already texted Tao Ran to summon Su Xiaolan and Xu Wenchao, both sophomores at Jing Xiu Middle School twenty years ago.
On the same day, Fei Du went out of town as well.
"Mr. Fei, do you have a reservation?" The front desk lady was flipping through her registration book while sneaking peeks at the handsome visitor in front of her.
Near the mountains and by the sea, this beautifully architected sanatorium had an elegant back garden with a respectable artistic taste. Despite being a medical facility, its lobby was absolutely free of the smell of chlorine or sickly people. The rooms were bright, the windows were clear, and the welcome lady was pretty and friendly. The soothing sounds of the waves and the piano were played in the background.
It could almost pass for a luxurious vacation mansion by the sea.
"Room 407 in the Intensive Care Unit. This way, please. Follow the nurse."
Fei Du nodded at her, and smoothly picked out a flower from the bouquet that he was carrying and placed it in the vase of the front desk: "Thank you. This flower suits you very well."
Afterwards, he walked in, leaving the girl blushed and flustered.
The Intensive Care mostly housed people who have lost their mobility. Consequently, the area was especially tranquil. The only sounds of activity were the nurses' foot steps. Looking out of the window, rich shades of the deciduous trees were everywhere. Fei Du took a visitor's badge and arrived at room 407. A doctor was there to greet him: "Mr. Fei. I knew you would come here today."
"Turns out I'm not very busy lately." Fei Du placed the bouquet beside a man's bed. "How is everything?"
"All is well. The numbers are all stable." The doctor replied, "But it's been three years and he is not very likely to wake up anymore. As a family member, it's good to prepare yourself."
Fei Du's face lacked any emotion. He tilted his head to give the man on the bed a closer look, then replied politely: "I see. Thanks very much for your help."
The doctor accidentally saw his eyes, and was a bit shocked. For a second, he thought that this young man's look was so calm and apathetic that it hardly seemed suitable for looking at any living person, let alone his own father. It's as if he was measuring up a piece of not-so-pleasing ornament -- casual, and indifferent.
In his mind the doctor had finished imagining a whole act of modern day Wuthering Heights, and decided not to further develop the conversation. He smiled, then left the room.
Fei Du courteously saw him out, then turned and paced around the man's sickbed with his hands behind his back. The man laid there, unconscious, surrounded by a sea of medical devices. He was clearly in good hands - not even a single white hair can be seen. Looking closely, the man's facial features looked a lot like Fei Du, but their auras were quite the opposite. Even as he laid there, motionless, he was sharp and gloomy, like a cold marble statue.
In the end, Fei Du stopped at the corner of the room. There was a small calendar on the desk. Perhaps the nurses had missed it - the calendar was still turned to the page of a couple days ago.
He flipped the calendar to the right date - the last day of July. It was his birthday. As for the two people who gave him life, one was laying in a sanatorium, and the other underground.
Fei Du bent down sideways and stared at the man with a perplexing look for quite a while. Then suddenly, he reached for his oxygen tube.
The sound of the medical equipments remained mechanical and lifeless. A moment in the room and it started to feel deadly silent.
There was not a trace of warmth on the face of the young man who just gave a flower to a girl.
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(1) Chinese 'Gongdou' drama: A type of period costume drama where the main plot is about an emperor's concubines conspiring and trying to outwit each other to win the favor of the emperor.
(2) Shifu: means "master", or mentor. Basically, think "master Shifu" in Kungfu Panda lol. Here it's referring to Yang Zhengfeng, or 'Lao Yang'. He is the mentor of both Tao Ran and Luo Wenzhou, a senior police officer who passed away 3 years ago.