"Hmm?" Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair like a chicken coop: "Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes, if you are not busy, just sit down and talk about it. Young people, the road ahead is still long, and setbacks will always appear... When you feel uncomfortable, you will chat with someone for a while, and then cheer up and continue to live. This is how a person's life will basically be like this."

Zhou Yan smiled bitterly, then walked to the wall of the guard room, and the wind was a little cold when he was separated from Mr. Gu by the window...

"Okay, let's talk to someone, maybe I'll feel better." Zhou Yan said, and then he told all the experiences during this period.

Until the end, when the paternity test failed, Zhou Yan sighed deeply.

"It's probably how things happened. All the roads were blocked and I was blocked on the road..."

"So that's it." Mr. Gu thought for a while, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Do you smoke?"

"Uh, I won't..." Zhou Yan said a little embarrassedly.

"It won't be good, don't learn." Mr. Gu lit the cigarette, sucked it on his own, squinted his eyes, and looked into the distance... "Do you know, the best way to write a story is to decide an ending first, and then push it forward from behind."

"Ah?" Zhou Yan was stunned. Why did he talk about the case? Suddenly, he started to tell a story.

"Take your case as an example. If the ending is [Ghost] and not Zhang Wei, then just accept the ending and reasoning forward, who would he be?"

Zhou Yan shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, now I just don't know who he is. The world is so big, he can be anyone."

"No!" Mr. Gu shook his head: "Ghost must be someone you know!"

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

"Because the more a story comes to an end, the fewer people will appear."

"This..." Zhou Yan was confused: "Uncle, we are talking about the case, not a detective novel. Your remarks are a bit mysterious."

"Hahaha--" Mr. Gu laughed: "Young man, you have reached the end of your life, why not try some new ideas?"

"What's the idea?"

"Make up random things." The old man said: "No matter how chaotic the world is, it still pays attention to cause and effect. The falling of a fruit means that a seed must have taken root and sprouted many years ago, and every ending must be connected to a story line.

Don't care about the evidence, just look at the possibility, and then... edit it!

If this story can't be written, then make up another one.

Until you think this story is very good and credible, then follow it.

Maybe...you can find the lost path?"

Zhou Yan was stunned. Uncle Gu lay beside the window of the doorman, and the smoke lingered in the cold wind.

"Don't care about the evidence..." he murmured. What a ridiculous suggestion. How could a detective make up a story without caring about the evidence?

However... this suggestion magically made Zhou Yan ignite a little hope in desperate situation.

"Make up...not...is to weave, connect all the causes and effects, and then find the truth in the grid of fate."

If Ghost is not Zhang Wei, then who is he?

In this story... there is only one person suitable for this role.

"Lu Shang...the ghost is Lu Shang..."

In fact, in the past few days, Zhou Yan has seen some of the brothers in the book leave similar words many times.

They believe that the person who was pushed down was Lu Shang.

But Zhou Yan ignored these words at that time because it was impossible...

When he was four years old in elementary school, Zhang Wei was already pushed down the cave. Everyone in the elementary school knew about this. After that, Lu Shang also grew up to 18 years old.

The people in the school are not fools, and Lu Shang’s parents are not blind.

So, this idea is definitely not possible!

Zhou Yan frowned, and he was still very uncomfortable with this kind of unproof counter-report...

But... there is someone who is very good at it. Although this person has been retired for many years, he still murmured in the smog of smoke.

"Lu Shang... learned about his life experience after a car accident, and was disheartened by his family. An 18-year-old child left the house... Where would he go?

At that age when emotions are getting richer, will he go to the place where everything begins."

Zhou Yan was shocked...: "When Lu Shang ran away from home that year, he went to the cave?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, he went to the cave, maybe just to recall, maybe he regretted what he did back then. In short, he went to the cave, sat at the entrance, and said sorry to the dead Zhang Wei..."

"Immediately... he saw Zhang Wei..." Zhou Yan suddenly took over the conversation.

This is a very strange feeling, just like when listening to a story, our thinking will progress little by little with the story, and at a certain node, our thoughts suddenly transcend the story.

Zhou Yan stood up and said, "After Zhang Wei fell into the mountains, he had never lived in that mountain for so many years... He had actually been saved!"

Zhou Yan almost shouted and said these words!

Yes, this is the most reasonable explanation.

How could a 4-year-old child in elementary school survive in a cave?

No matter how tenacious his vitality is, he will never have lived for so many years without the help of external forces!

......

"I have a story, do you want to hear it?"

Suddenly, Mr. Gu said softly...

This sentence was like an opening remark. Then, he did not wait for Zhou Yan's answer, but started to speak it directly.

It seems that this story is for yourself, and he does not need an audience.

......

That year, Zhang Wei was pushed out of the cave.

The cave was very deep, but he was lucky, so he just fainted and broke several ribs and thighs at the same time.

It doesn't matter, he's still alive.

When Zhang Wei woke up, two full days had passed.

However, because of the poor equipment in that era, the school was afraid that things would be reported and tried hard to calm down, so Zhang Wei's search and rescue did not last long and was considered dead.

In the darkness, Zhang Wei was hungry and frightened, and he tried to ask for help, but in the vast mountains, how could anyone hear his voice?

In this way, after a while, Zhang Wei had no food or water, and he was already waiting for death.

But at this moment... he recalled some of the little knowledge in the classroom.

I believe everyone still remembers that there was such a session in the elementary school nature class...

【How can the flashlight shine further?】
Chapter completed!