Mystery Hunter

Northwest suburbs, an uninhabited open land. A hundred years ago, this place was still full of tall and towering trees. With the development of urbanization, all the trees here have been cut down, leaving a desolate area. The break in the capital chain has prevented developers from developing here for a long time.

This is what people think.

As far as the eyes can see on the "desolate" ground, there are occasionally some simple wooden shacks, which are mostly temporary shelters for the homeless and the homeless. There are also some more humble three-sided low walls, which are used to accumulate garbage. But more than that, it was a mountain of garbage piled up outside the low wall.

The garbage that Longcheng City Waste Compression Operation Center can handle in one day is far less than the garbage produced by residents.

The members of the task force were divided into two groups. Guan Deng and Captain Liu were in charge of comparing the women's identities, while Shao Lao took Jiang He Xu Yiman to the northwest suburbs to find Tibetans' cellars. However, Shao Lao and the others never imagined that what they saw when they came here was such a scene.

In the eyes of several people, the northwestern suburbs should be desolate, with nothing at all. They really did not expect that mountains of **** would almost fill this place, and some of the mountains of **** piled up to a height of two or three meters. This height is enough to block the light of the setting sun. It seems that everyone needs to find a place that can be obliquely shot by the sun among the piles of garbage.

It was around eight o'clock in the morning, and unlike Liao's imagination, there were already scavengers in twos and threes under each garbage dump. Most of these people were ragged and covered in filth that they couldn't tell what it was. One of them leaned on a stick with a small hook at the front, and they wandered among the garbage like fishing.

Shao Lao looked into the distance, and there were mountains of garbage everywhere as far as his eyes could see, and he didn't know how many kilometers it stretched.

Shao Lao walked in front of an old scavenger. Although it was autumn, the weather was still cool, but the old scavenger was wrapped in a tattered down jacket and trousers that were longer than his legs. The trousers were pulled on the ground, revealing a pair of yellowed sneakers.

At this moment, he is concentrating on sifting through the garbage in the garbage mountain with the stick in his hand. From time to time, he puts some garbage into the nylon pocket he is holding in the other hand, and his movements are skillful and skillful.

Shao Lao stepped forward and said to the old man, "Old man, what are you doing?"

The old man's hands kept moving, he just glanced at Shao Lao, and said, "You have a problem with your eyes, can't you see me picking up garbage?"

Hearing the rude words of the old man, Shao Lao did not take it to heart, he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and squeezed it lightly in his hand: "Old man, we are just asking a few questions. question."

Seeing the red one hundred yuan on Shao's hand, the old scavenger "hehe" grinned, revealing his large brown-yellow teeth.

"At first glance, you are not in the garbage business." The old man looked at the three and said: "The business people will not pay attention to us retail investors. Are you here to pick up leaks? It doesn't look like it."

Shao Lao was puzzled, and let the old scavenger down from the edge of the garbage mountain and asked, "What do these mean?"

Said, Shao Lao handed the money to the old scavenger.

The old scavenger took the hundred-yuan bill with both hands and raised it in the direction of the sun. He looked left and right in the sun, and after confirming that the money was not a counterfeit bill, he stuffed the money into his pocket contentedly and said: "Doing the garbage business is to pull away the valuable things in the garbage with trucks, such as old clothes thrown away by others, plastic bottles, plastic lunch boxes and so on."

"What do they want these things for?" Xu Yiman was a little curious.

The old man smiled and said, "If you don't say that you don't do this business when I see it. You ask me~ What are you doing, of course you make money! The old clothes are sold as new clothes when they are refurbished, and the lunch boxes and bottles are sold to production. Beverage manufacturers, you must understand this. These bosses hire people to pick up garbage, and it seems like a penny a piece, and a quick hand can make a hundred a day."

"There are still people who just pick up the leaks. They say that there are people who don't know how to do it, and they often throw away the old antiques in their homes. These people just come to the garbage heaps to find antiques, but now everyone knows that old objects are valuable, and no one throws them away. But I can't say for sure, the one I knew the year before last picked up a treasure from the garbage and was taken away by someone 120,000."

"Finally." The old scavenger sighed: "Finally, it's us scattered retail investors. We are getting old and can't find serious jobs to do. The sons don't care about the daughters, and it's not like people with pensions are watching at home. TV makes money. How can you live without making some money out of this rubbish?"

The three of them never imagined that there were so many ways to make a living in the midst of this rubbish. Some people make unscrupulous money out of their conscience, and sell it with defective products. Some people are holding on to luck, longing to be able to pick up treasures in the garbage mountain and turn over from life. And most people have no ability to make a living and can only make a living by picking up garbage.

In the reinforced concrete metropolis, everyone has to work hard, just to survive.

"Then how much money can you make a day?" Shao Lao asked.

"Don't sympathize with me." The old man couldn't be idle for a while, and then picked up the stick and stabbed it in the garbage: "It's better, I can earn sixty yuan a day, sometimes hundreds of dollars are not a problem. Poor. One point, forty yuan a day. Mainly I'm not in good health, and I'm not as tough as you look. If you come, I promise to bring you more than one hundred a day. "

Speaking, the old man's tone was a little regretful: "I didn't understand it when I was young, and I worked as a coolie for others. I was only fifty a day, and I was still exhausted. You said that if I had known this way, I would have come a long time ago. Picking up garbage. If you have no clothes, you can pick them up and wear them. If you have no pants, no shoes, you can pick them up. In addition to eating, you can save 30 yuan a day."

"I know that I'm a young man now. After working out for a year or two, the salary is only two or three thousand, and the boss will scold him every day." After speaking, the old scavenger looked at Xu Yiman, "hehe" and laughed twice: "I still There are those young and beautiful little girls who sleep with the boss for work. You said that you raised a daughter well, but the old ghost who is about the same age as yourself ruined it~”

The old scavenger looked up and down at Xu Yiman with a wretched gaze, which made Xu Yiman very suffocated. She took out her police card and said, "The police handle the case and ask you what to say, don't talk about it. "

Seeing Xu Yiman taking out his police card, the old scavenger panicked for a while and didn't know what to do. , He was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly took out the one hundred yuan from before and said, "This, this..."

Shao Lao waved his hand and said: "It's yours if I give it to you, don't worry, it's my personal money. So have you seen any strange people recently, such as one of the three people you just mentioned? outside."

"This, this." The old scavenger said, "Seriously, I haven't seen the police come here. But let me tell you, although I haven't encountered it, someone told me before that in There are corpses hidden in the **** heap or something. But I haven't seen it with my own eyes, you are also here to find the corpses, right?"

"The corpse can't be talked about." Shao Lao said: "Is there a cellar here, the kind that can hide people."

"The cellar?" The old scavenger stood with a stick in one hand, and put the nylon bag on the ground with the other: "I haven't heard of it, this one is definitely not there, but the surrounding area is getting bigger, and there may be one further north. But that's where business people go, and we retail investors don't even have a car, so it's probably dark when we walk there."

It seems that this endless mountain of garbage covers a large area. It is really not difficult to hide a small cellar in so many garbage mountains. It's even possible that the cellar is in a mountain of garbage.

Shao Lao looked around and said to the old man, "So did anyone hear someone crying around?"

"Cry?" The old scavenger smiled even brighter: "Think about who the people here are, many of them are separated from their wives and children and have no hope for life. They eat some leftovers from the garbage every day to live One day counts, and when one dies, one is relieved. Some old people are driven out by their sons and daughters, and they raise their children to prevent their old age and raise white-eyed wolves."

The old scavenger pointed to the surrounding sheds and said, "See, there are people who live here directly. There are many people crying here every day, especially in the middle of the night, secretly hiding in the sheds and crying. There are too many people. They don’t live freely. Look at me. I was kicked out by my son for several years. I don’t still live happily.”

"Hahaha!" After speaking, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter, tears streaming down from time to time.

"Look, I burst into tears." The old man hurriedly wiped his tears.

Xu Yiman suddenly remembered that when he saw Jiang He for the first time, Jiang He was standing outside the crematorium looking at the guests who came to express their condolences. They couldn't cry, but they tried to squeeze out tears. The old man in front of him tried his best to hide his emotions, but he couldn't hold back his tears.

She suddenly whispered to Jiang He, "Jiang He, see if you don't see it, sometimes the real emotion can't be concealed."

"Is he really sad and crying, or fake crying?" Jiang He looked at Xu Yiman and asked. The complex emotion of crying has always been a category that Jiang He could not understand at all.

"It's true." Xu Yiman said, "Although he is covering up, I can feel it."

"But why can't I feel it?" Jiang He still looked at Xu Yiman.

"Yes." Xu Yiman said seriously: "Emotion is such a thing. The more you try to express it, you can't find it, but at some point, in a certain scene, at a certain moment, it suddenly becomes Jumping out, you can't hide it. Emotions are such a strange thing, you always feel it again."

Xu Yiman's words were true. After a while, the old scavenger cried even more. Like opening a valve, he suddenly couldn't stop.

"What's going on? What's going on." The old man cried and said intermittently, "I don't want to cry..."