Chapter 2828 [Three updates]

At this time, the police officers in the police station were generally retired soldiers who had transferred back to work as police officers. They were all quite capable and would regularly go to the county or city to learn new criminal investigation techniques.

Hearing the police's very affirmative words, Wang Yong was in a trance again.

Because it was not just one policeman who said this, but all the policemen who had watched "The Song Dynasty" agreed with the first policeman 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 you are not from our system, you will not know such details."

The level of detail in the case analysis, the details of the interrogation methods, they absolutely do not believe that it is not from the public security within their system.

But they did not expect that someone from their public security system would become a writer. They all guessed 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, "It might be 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 make extra money is still a bit sensitive. They can fully understand why Captain Jiang did not use his own name, but used the name of his relative

. They said to Wang Yong, "This Jiang Xi must be a relative of a comrade in our system. Why don't you go to Wucheng to ask? If it doesn't work, you can go directly to ask this Jiang Xi. Since she is writing with her name, she must know who it is."

They themselves are also very curious, especially since the third issue is interrupted at the most exciting part. If they can confirm who the author is, they can go to urge the manuscript.

Wang Yong originally wanted to go to the small village of Linhe Brigade to ask, but now that Jiang Xi's information has been confirmed, he will not go to the small village, and take a bus directly to Wucheng.

Fortunately, there are more than one bus from Shuibu Town to Wucheng every day, otherwise he would have to stay in Shuibu Town for a night.

After several days of hard searching, Jiang's father and mother still did not find their eldest son. They

could get through to their eldest son on the phone, but he just wouldn't come back, no matter what. When they called again, he said he was going to Shenzhen with his classmates.

Jiang's father's hair turned white with anxiety, but they had no way to deal with this disobedient son.

Because when the eldest son was unwilling to study anymore, the couple, who had always placed high hopes on him, seemed to have lost their backbone. They suddenly became listless and could not muster the energy to do anything.

They didn't even feel like asking when they found out that their youngest daughter was not at home.

Why? She couldn't be lost anyway.

If she's not at home, then she's at the old man's house? Or she's staying at her aunt's house.

Father Jiang took a day off and was encouraged by his second son who was still studying at Wucheng No. 1 Middle School.

Although his second son was not as smart as his first son, he was more diligent and hardworking.

His second son was in the second half of his senior year and school had started. He probably had used up all his meal tickets, so he had to send him food.

In order to avoid having to pay for travel expenses every time he went there, Father Jiang sent 200 kilograms of food at a time, which was enough for him to eat for a semester.

But he hadn't seen Jiang Xiao at home for the past two days. Somehow, he thought of what his daughter said, that she had to go to school to earn her own tuition.

During this time, she had not paid back the money she earned from selling lobsters and working in the brick factory. He did not know how much money she had, and he could not 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.

Father Jiang was stunned for a moment. After his eldest son dropped out of school and refused to study, Father Jiang was very happy that his youngest daughter could continue to go to high school. He did not agree with his children dropping out of school.

After hearing from Grandpa Jiang that his daughter was in high school, he did not carry the rice on a shoulder pole to the ferry, but borrowed a cart from Uncle Jiang's house, loaded 400 kilograms of rice on the cart, loaded two cans of dead fish that he had pickled last time, and pulled it to the ferry. He chartered a small boat to Shuibu Town, and then pulled the cart to a location below the center of the town, and took a minibus to the county. Minibuses

are not allowed to put carts on them. Father Jiang tried to persuade him, but since high schools had been in session for a week and there were fewer people going to the county, there were not many people on the bus, and the driver agreed to let Father Jiang tie the 400 kilograms of rice and the cart to the roof of the minibus with ropes.

The roof of the minibus is usually used for guests to store luggage.

As the saying goes, the dialect of Shuibu Town is completely different from the accent of neighboring cities, and even from the accent of Wucheng. Wang Yong couldn't understand it at all and just listened 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 gatekeeper to call a classmate named "Jiang Xi" for him.

The doorman squinted at him and asked in a thick accent: "Isn't it Old Si called 'Jiang Xi' this time?"

Wang Yong handed over the article "The Great Song Dynasty" in the "Martial Arts" magazine with a wry smile and said: "This article is well-written. Who would have thought that it was written by a student under the age of fourteen? The editor-in-chief and I thought it was a teacher from No. 1 Middle School, so we came to ask if there was Teacher Jiang Xi. We went to the police station downstairs to ask and found out that she was a student from Wucheng No. 1 Middle School. So, I'm here again, Lord, please help me call her. I've been looking for her for a week. If she doesn't hand in her manuscript, our magazine will be vacant."

Wang Yong was really humble, but even so, the Lord still said righteously: "The talent of the student is not enough. " The first priority is to study! Studying comes first! All the students in our high school are good students. If your manuscript affects the study of our students, that is definitely not acceptable!"

But Grandpa was still willing to help him call someone. Before calling someone, he asked him, "This Jiang Gui...which class is she in?"

Wang Yong: ...

Wang Yong was about to cry. She showed the envelope to Grandpa, "Grandpa, Teacher Jiang Gui didn't write which class she was in?"

Grandpa: "Why are you still calling Jiang Gui 'Lao Sisi'?"

Wang Yong burst into tears. In their line of work, they usually call 'Teacher' when urging for manuscripts. They are used to it. Although they know that Jiang Gui may be a student under the age of fourteen, doesn't it mean that they haven't seen Jiang Gui in person and don't feel involved? Judging from her powerful handwriting, sophisticated style, and fluent prose, he really couldn't regard the author of "The Great Song" as a little girl under fourteen. He

could hardly look at "fourteen years old".

He recalled what he was doing when he was fourteen? Oh, playing with his friends on the way home from school.

Combined with the age provided by Wang Yong, this Jiang Xi can only be a freshman.

The doorman suddenly remembered something and suddenly took out a few large envelopes from under the table. The name on the envelopes was "Xi Meng". Because there were sample magazines inside, the envelopes were particularly large.

He took out an envelope that was larger than usual and handed it to Wang Yong: "Take a look, is the Ximeng you were looking for this Ximeng?"

Wang Yong finally understood why no one had replied to the letter and sample magazine they sent to Ximeng. It turned out that the grandfather had intercepted it.

Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, the grandfather quickly took out a small blackboard from the window behind the house. The blackboard was covered with blurred names. In the corner of the blackboard, you could still vaguely see the two blurred words "Ximeng".

"When I receive a letter, I usually write the recipient's name on a small blackboard and hang it under the window over there, so that students 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 remembered it wrong, but I was still thinking, how can there be a surname of '檸'!" The security guard's accent was particularly contagious, making people unconsciously follow his accent.

This blackboard was hung under the window behind the security room facing the school. Students walking from inside to the school gate could naturally see the name on it at a glance, but Wang Yong had been wandering at the school gate these days and could not get in, so naturally he could not see this small blackboard.

Jiang Xi had been in military training for the whole week and was exhausted. She spent the little free time after the training every day writing like crazy. She never came to the gate. The only time she came to the gate was when many freshmen were crowding in to take photos, take pictures, and bid farewell to the instructors. The words on the blackboard were all crowded out by them, not to mention the blackboard. It was dark, who could see the blackboard?

Jiang Xi was in a hurry to go to the grocery store at the school gate to check the status of the "Wu Xia" manuscript, and she didn't notice that there was a blackboard behind the crowd.

Wang Yong looked at the name on the blackboard that was almost wiped out. It was so smudged 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 handwriting. I wrote clearly!"

Wang Yong took the sample magazine sent to Meng Meng by the magazine publisher, looked at the security guard's spitting face, and wiped his face silently: "Grandpa, can you help me call Jiang Xi now?"

The grandpa said, "No, I still have to watch the gate and can't leave."

He He wiped the blackboard with a damp rag, wrote the names of the recipients of the letters from the guardhouse on the blackboard, and hung it on the window at the back of the house facing the school. He said to Wang Yong, "You don't know Jiang Xi's class, and I can't call them for you. 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 can see them. You will come to me when you get there. Look, I wrote the word "檸萌" right in the middle, and it's the biggest one!"

Wang Yong was really at a loss, so he called the magazine again and told Director Li what he had found out. When Director Li heard that "檸萌" was a girl under fourteen years old, he said, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could she be a little girl? If you said she was twenty years old, I would believe it. Under 14, it's impossible!"

Wang Yong told Director Li about the judgment of the police station here, and Director Li nodded in agreement: "This judgment is still somewhat reliable, so, you find this Jiang Meng first, and you just squat there..."

Before he finished speaking, Director Li suddenly thought of it, if it wasn't this little girl under 14, why did Jiang Meng leave an email address but never reply?

He suddenly thought of a sentence said by the heroine in "The Great Song": "After eliminating all the impossibilities, the remaining, no matter how incredible it is, is the truth!" Note ①