Chapter 2828 [Three more]
At this time, the police officers in the police station are generally retired soldiers who have returned to serve as police officers. They are all capable and will regularly go to the county or city to learn new criminal investigation and solving techniques.
After hearing the police's very affirmative words, Wang Yong became dazed again.
Because it wasn't just one police officer who said this, but all the police officers who watched "The Song Dynasty" agreed with the first police officer who said this, and said in a positive tone: "It must be someone from our public security system. We just went to the city to learn this method of solving cases last month. If it's not someone from our system, they won't know it in such detail."
The case analysis was so detailed, with each link being unraveled, and the interrogation methods used were so thorough, they would never believe anyone who said it wasn't the police within their system.
But I didn’t expect that there would be someone in their public security system who would become a writer. Everyone was guessing who this person was?
"Could it be Captain Jiang?"
Coincidentally, there is a captain named Jiang in the Wucheng Public Security Bureau.
One of the policemen slapped his thigh and said, "Maybe it's him! He didn't dare to use his own name, so he probably used the name of one of his relatives."
After all, they are public servants, and this kind of writing to earn extra money is still a bit sensitive. They can fully understand why Captain Jiang did not use his own name, but the name of his relative.
They said to Wang Yong, "This Jiang Ning is definitely a relative of someone in our system. Why don't you go to Wucheng to ask? If that doesn't work, you can just ask this Jiang Ning. Since she's using her name, she must know who it is."
They themselves were extremely curious, especially since the third issue ended at the most exciting part. If they could confirm who the author was, they would urge for the manuscript to be submitted.
Wang Yong originally wanted to go to the small village in Linhe Brigade to ask, but now that he has confirmed Jiang Ning's information, he decided not to go to the small village and took a bus directly to Wucheng.
Fortunately, there are more than one bus from Shuibu Town to Wucheng every day, otherwise he would have to rest in Shuibu Town for a night.
After several days of hard searching, Jiang's father and mother still failed to find their eldest son.
I could get through to my eldest son on the phone, but he just wouldn’t come back, saying he wouldn’t come back no matter what. When I called him again, he said he was going to Shenzhen with his classmates.
Mr. Jiang's hair turned white with anxiety, but they had no way to deal with this disobedient son.
When the eldest son didn't want to study anymore, the couple, who had always placed high hopes on him, felt as if their backbone had been taken away. They became listless and had no motivation to do anything.
They were not in the mood to ask even when they found out their youngest daughter was not at home.
Why? I can’t throw it away anyway.
If he's not at home, then he's at the old man's place? Or she would stay at her aunt's house.
After a day's rest, Mr. Jiang felt more excited when he thought of his second son who was still studying at Wucheng No. 1 Middle School.
Although the second son is not as smart as the eldest son, he is more down-to-earth and hardworking.
My second son is in his senior year of high school. School has started now and I think his meal tickets have all been used up, so I have to send him some food.
In order to avoid having to pay for travel expenses every time he went there, Jiang's father would send 200 kilograms of food at a time, enough for him to eat for a semester.
But he hadn't seen Jiang Ning at home in the past two days. Somehow, he thought of what his daughter said, that she had to earn her own tuition to go to school.
During this period, she did not send back home the money she earned from selling lobsters or working at the brick factory. He didn't know how much money she had, and he had no way to go to her aunt's house to ask if she was there, so he went to the mountain to ask Grandpa Jiang.
Grandpa Jiang said she went to school in the county.
Dad Jiang was stunned for a moment. After his eldest son dropped out of school and refused to study, Dad Jiang was very happy that his youngest daughter could continue to go to high school. He had never agreed with his children dropping out of school in the first place.
After hearing Grandpa Jiang say that his daughter was in high school, he did not carry the rice to the ferry on a shoulder pole. Instead, he went to Uncle Jiang's house to borrow a cart, loaded 400 kilograms of rice on the cart, put two cans of dead fish that he had pickled last time, pulled it to the ferry, chartered a small boat to Shuibu Town, and then pulled the cart to a location below the town center and took a minibus to the county.
Carts were not allowed on the minibus. After much persuasion from Jiang's father, and also because high schools had been in session for a week and there were fewer people going to the county, so there were not many people on the bus, the driver finally agreed to let Jiang's father tie the 400 kilograms of rice and the cart to the roof of the minibus with ropes.
The roof of a minibus is usually used to store passengers' luggage.
As the saying goes, the accent changes every ten miles. The dialect of Shuibu Town is completely different from the accent of neighboring cities, and even from the accent of Wucheng. Wang Yong could not understand it at all and could only listen to everything around him in confusion.
After arriving in Wucheng, Wang Yong followed the local customs and took a tricycle to the gatekeeper of Wucheng No. 1 Middle School, asking the guard to help him call a classmate named "Jiang Ning".
The security guard narrowed his eyes at him and asked in a thick rural accent, "Isn't it Lao Si, 'Jiang Ning', this time?"
Wang Yong smiled bitterly as he handed over the article "The Great Song Dynasty" from "Wuxia" magazine and said, "This article is well written. Who would have thought it was written by a student under fourteen? The editor-in-chief and I thought it was a teacher from No. 1 Middle School, so we came here to ask if there was Teacher Jiang Ning. We went to the police station downstairs to ask and found out that she was a student from Wucheng No. 1 Middle School. So here I am again, uncle, can you help me call her? I've been looking for her for a week. If she doesn't submit the manuscript, our magazine will be empty."
Wang Yong was really humble, but even so, the old man still said righteously: "Students' first duty is to study! Studying is the first priority! Our high school students are all good students. If your manuscript affects the study of our students, it is definitely not acceptable!"
But the old man was still willing to help him call someone. Before calling someone, he asked him, "This Jiang Ning...which class is she in?"
Wang Yong: …
Wang Yong was about to cry, and showed the envelope to the old man: "Uncle, Teacher Jiang Ning didn't write which class she is in?"
Uncle: "Why are you still calling Jiang Ning Lao Si Lao Si?"
Wang Yong burst into tears. In their line of work, they usually urge for manuscripts by calling "teacher". They are used to it. Although they know that Jiang Ning may be a student under the age of fourteen, doesn't it mean that they don't feel involved in the story because they haven't seen Jiang Ning in person? Judging from her powerful handwriting, sophisticated writing style and fluent prose, he really couldn't mistake the author of "The Great Song Dynasty" for a girl under the age of fourteen.
He could hardly look at 'fourteen years old'.
He recalled what he was doing when he was fourteen. Oh, I was playing with my friends on the way home from school.
Combined with the age provided by Wang Yong, this Jiang Ning can only be a freshman.
The security guard suddenly remembered something and took out a few large envelopes from under the table. The name on the envelopes was "Ningmeng". Because they contained sample magazines, the envelopes were particularly large.
He took out an unusually large envelope and handed it to Wang Yong: "Take a look, is the Ning Meng you were looking for this Ning Meng?"
Wang Yong finally understood why no one had responded to the letter and sample issues they sent to Ningmeng. It turned out that the old man had intercepted them.
Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, the old man quickly took out a small blackboard from the window at the back of the house. The blackboard was covered with blurred names that were rubbed out. In the corner of the blackboard, you could vaguely make out the two blurry words "Ningmeng".
"Usually, when I receive a letter, I will write the recipient's name on a small blackboard and hang it under the window over there so that students coming out can see it at a glance. I've had this blackboard hanging for almost a week, and no one has come to pick up the mail. I thought I had remembered it wrong. I was wondering, how could there be a last name of 'Ning'!" The security guard's accent was particularly contagious, and people followed his accent unconsciously.
This blackboard is hung under the window behind the guard room facing the school. Students walking from inside to the school gate can naturally see the names on it at a glance. However, Wang Yong has been wandering around the school gate these days and cannot get in, so he naturally cannot see this small blackboard.
Jiang Ning had been in military training for a week and was exhausted. The little free time she had after the training was spent writing like crazy. She never came to the main gate. The only time she came to the main gate was when many freshmen crowded there to take pictures, take photos, and bid farewell to the instructors. The words on the small blackboard were squeezed out by them, not to mention the small blackboard. It was dark now, who could see the small blackboard?
Jiang Ning was in a hurry and rushed to the grocery store at the school gate to check the status of the "Martial Arts" manuscript. She didn't notice that there was a small blackboard behind the crowd.
Wang Yong looked at the name that was almost wiped off the small blackboard. It was so blurry that no one could see it clearly.
The security guard said innocently: "It wasn't me who wiped it, it was those kids who squeezed in here and smeared my writing! My writing was very clear!"
Wang Yong took the sample issue that the magazine had sent to Ning Meng, looked at the security guard spitting all over the place, and silently wiped his face: "Uncle, can you help me call Jiang Ning now?"
The old man said, "No, I still have to watch the gate, I can't leave."
He wiped the blackboard with a wet rag, and then wrote the names of the recipients of the letters from the guardhouse on the blackboard again, and hung it on the window facing the school at the back of the house. He said to Wang Yong, "You don't know Jiang Ning's class, and I can't help you call them. I can't call them one by one. There are ten classes in the first grade of high school. Wouldn't that disturb the students' studies? I'll hang their names here, and they will come to find them when they see them. Look, I wrote the two words 'Ning Meng' in the middle, and they are the biggest!"
Wang Yong had no other choice but to call the magazine again and tell Director Li what he had found out. When Director Li heard that Ning Meng was a girl under the age of fourteen, he said, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could she be a little girl? If you said she was twenty years old, I would believe it, but under fourteen, it's impossible!"
Wang Yong told Director Li about the police's judgment, and Director Li nodded in agreement: "This judgment is somewhat reliable. So, you find Jiang Ning first, and you stay there..."
Before he finished speaking, Director Li suddenly thought, if it wasn't this little girl who was less than fourteen years old, then why did Ning Meng leave her email address but never replied?
He suddenly thought of a sentence said by the heroine in "The Great Song": "After eliminating all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how incredible it is, is the truth!" Note ①
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