B-level director

Chapter 53 Basin

From the second day on, Qi Geer took a helicopter early every morning and went to the big villa on the border to paint.Sang Nan travels alone, neither has an entourage nor a driver, but looks like Qi Geer's full-time driver.After painting for three hours, after lunch, the special plane sent him back to the city.

Xiao Hu set up a big net around them, no matter whether it was surveillance video or questioning people, they all procrastinated and perfunctory, and never actively cooperated.Cheng Tianlu thought to himself, this little Hu is too narrow-minded, why guard against them?

Originally, their destination was Bozikou, the hometown in Uncle Hai's memory. The village is more than 100 kilometers away from the county seat, and it takes only two hours to drive there.But Tong Yiru's life and death are unknown, and no one has asked whether this village is a clone or a parallel world.

Except all day long.He believes that the crux must be the village that disappeared more than forty years ago.When Brother Qi was painting, he would go to libraries, museums and other places to check documents all day long.

There may be no clues on the surface, but the document records are as vast as plankton, and they are likely to leak out of the net, carrying clues of the truth.

After looking through newspapers, reports from various agencies, corporate reports, etc. for a few days, he became more and more sure of one thing, which was "disappearance" through human intervention.The materials in those years were incomplete and very scarce. When I asked the administrator, they always replied impatiently: "That's all, you can go to other places to look."

Tianlu casually drew lines on the paper.The lines are jumbled and drawn with an almost angry brushstroke.How could he let go of this clue hastily?In his rationality, he always believed that the disappearance of the village was nonsense, and common sense made him stand on the side of social order instead of believing in murderers.

Randomly flipping through the old magazines in his hand, his eyes stopped on one of the pages.Taking up most of the page is a photo of a snow-capped mountain, and the content is what he knows about the mining of magnetite.

This area is rich in minerals, in addition to magnets, there are also copper ore and a small amount of gold and silver.It is written in the article that the terrain of the mountains is complex, and the cost of exploration is very high. Searching for ore is like a gamble. If you make a wrong bet, you will lose a lot of money.The largest ore exploration company here...

Cheng Tianlu put down his pencil and stared at the line of writing.It was actually a subsidiary of Mr. Sangnan Group.

After lunch, he sat on the bench at the door all day long, waiting for Brother Qi to come back.Ban Wu put a hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother Qi is such a big man, why does he still have to pick him up from school?"

Cheng Tianlu wondered: "Teacher, are you joking? It seems that the Feng Shui here is really nourishing, everyone is in the mood of vacation."

"Haha, your tone is wrong, is it because we can't help?" Ban Wu sat on the side of the road all day long.

Cheng Tianlu let out an "ah" and patted his thigh: "Nothing, now we are in handcuffs and shackles, we can't do anything, and we are wasting time here.

Ban Wu looked at the sun-dazzling road: "The fate of people is amazing. Who would have thought that we would be trapped in this remote town, where politics, pornography, crime, and big business all come together. This is about to be filmed, but it's an interesting movie." film."

"The director has movies in mind."

"I'm laughing. People say that movies are dreams, but I have nothing else in my life. I only love one thing and do one thing. The rest is floating clouds and dews. For me, the dream is outside the movie." Ban Wu's drooping eyes were full of blazing sunshine, and all day long he remembered that the class director was not married and had no scandals, and he didn't like to accept interviews, publish books or appear on TV like other famous directors.His feelings and life were poured into the film like a sacrifice.After seeing Tong Yiru's severed hand in the room, the class teacher was greatly stimulated and almost collapsed, but now when it comes to movies, he is revived again.

Cheng Tianlu sighed: "The elements are rich, but there has been no dramatic collision, a mess. I hope that the pace can be faster, and the turning point of the plot can appear immediately." "Don't worry, there is a saying in our industry: story basin. The clues of each story are like river water, whether fast or slow, more or less, will slowly gather in a low-lying basin. When the water in the basin rises, you will see their final flow." Banwu stood up, He paused his feet, and said as if giving some instructions: "This time will come soon, just wait and see."

Looking at Ban Wu's brisk back, Tianlu thought: Where is the basin of this story?After thinking about it, many things are very inappropriate: Why did Tong Yiru come here?Except for him and Brother Qi, the others were not particularly concerned about Tong Yiru's disappearance, Ling Lingjiu and Xu Mengsi were just that, and even Ban Wu and Uncle Hai never asked about the progress of the investigation.

Banwu...Story Basin...

These people and things appear in the mind in the form of pictures.Cheng Tianlu stood up suddenly and muttered to himself: "By the way, why can't I see it? It's obviously a basin!"

Cheng Tianlu sat back on the bench and started searching online.Positioning on the map, flipping through pictures and news, the sun slowly set to the west unknowingly. When he came back to his senses, he looked at his watch and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.It was already two hours late for Brother Bi Qi to return to the hotel.

Cheng Tianlu squinted his eyes and looked up at the cloudless blue sky. How could there be a shadow of a helicopter?He said to himself: Brother Qi must have forgotten the time in painting, and he is still staying at Mr. Sangnan's house.But he already called Brother Qi three or four times with both hands, but no one answered.

When Ling Lingjiu heard that Brother Qi hadn't come back, he had a bigger reaction than him: "It's not good, it's the first time for this kid to travel far, so he won't be abducted by the Burmese, right?"

"What are you thinking? What do you think is the value of being abducted by Brother Qi?"

The two returned to the hotel room, and soon found Brother Qi's cell phone in the gap of the sofa. "Brother Qi didn't bring his mobile phone! Damn, this is a normal performance. If you don't lose your ID card, it's a supernatural event."

All day long, Lu felt up and down.Flipping through the table, I found a mess of papers, including old travel brochures brought back by Brother Qi, used airline tickets, etc., as well as sketches drawn by Brother Qi, such as peacocks, elephants, pythons, golden and magnificent Buddhist temples, tamarind trees, various finely carved utensils, overlooking banana gardens and buildings, etc., are probably seen in Sangnan.Qi Geer, whose life diameter does not exceed 20 kilometers, now flies 200 kilometers a day to the border of the border, and sees new things every day.

Thinking back on Brother Qi's behavior, he could eat and sleep when he came back, and got along well with Sang Nan, without showing any signs of abnormality-but people's hearts are unpredictable, let alone Sang Nan is a person with a completely different cultural background?

Tianlu folded the papers, as if tidying up the scattered thoughts.

It was completely dark, and I waited on the tarmac for more than two hours all day long, except for people walking in the evening, no one could see.Uncle Hai and Ling Lingjiu paced around, the silence made people even more irritable.

Uncle Hai squeezed his knuckles loudly: "How can you not find a famous person with a name and surname! Tianlu, you really shouldn't let Brother Qi paint for him."

Cheng Tianlu was also very annoyed that Sang Nan didn't bring his assistant with him, talked to him a few times, and didn't exchange contact information, so now he doesn't know how to find him.Xiao Hu naturally continued to practice Tai Chi, asking all the media colleagues here all day long, and all they gave were public relations calls.The PR said in perfect English, please wait a moment, I will give you an answer right away.

"Immediately" until now, midnight is coming, something must have happened to Brother Qi.If it is any matter in the country, Chengtianlu has a way to deal with it, but when it comes to foreign big businessmen, a distance of 200 kilometers or even cross-border, he is at a loss what to do.He wasn't even sure if Brother Qi was still in the country.

"I'll go to the border to find him," Cheng Tianlu made a decisive decision, found the driver, and set off immediately.

There are no street lights on Panshan Road, and the front of the headlights shines. The fluorescent strips on the road are like dashes that are constantly receding. The thoughts of Tiantian Road are constantly interrupted, deviated, and questioned by new ideas.Thinking tiredly: Do all things have causal logic?There are always motives and layouts in suspense stories, even if accidental factors are added, it is to increase drama and philosophical thinking.But in reality, how can there be so many strategizing, and how can there be such clear cause and effect?Most of it is inexplicable coincidence.

That's the real cruelty.

The driver slammed on the brakes suddenly, and something hit the front window of the car and stuck to the glass.The driver stopped the car and cursed: "I'm fucking your mother!"

It was a mountain sparrow the size of a fist, and it rushed straight to the glass in front of the driver's eyes, smashing into a ball of meat.The driver cursed and took a dirty cloth, and complained while wiping it: "If there is a fast car on the opposite side or behind, we will be finished."

Cheng Tianlu looked at the torn bird feathers and became more and more worried.This is a sign?Or was it a reaction to his reflections on "chance"?But only one image appeared in his mind, countless bird feathers, panicked people squatting on the ground.

It turned out that everything was already there.He saw it at the time and didn't take it seriously, and it didn't occur to him until tonight that it might have some meaning in the story.A cloud of causal and accidental bird carcasses loomed before him, reminding him that stories were driven by details, and details could be very inconspicuous.

But now he can't think calmly, all the truth is not important compared to seeing Brother Qi immediately.

The phone rang for a while before he heard it.Pick up the phone.

"Hello, is this the editor-in-chief of Chengtianlu?"

Chengtianlu almost shouted, "Mr. Sangnan, I am Chengtianlu! I have been looking for you for a long time."

"Sorry, I was practicing boxing at night, and I just found out from my assistant that you were looking for me."

"Excuse me," Cheng Tianlu finally managed to finish his polite words, "Is Brother Qi still with you?"

"Brother Qi? He didn't come today."

Cheng Tianlu was cold all over, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly: "He... I took him to the square in the morning, and he didn't get on your helicopter?"

"He's coming up," Sangnan said unhurriedly: "Just after taking off, he said he was going to a place and couldn't draw today. This matter is very important. He said that one of his friends was missing, and he thought of her Where. So we went back to the square and he went by himself."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"Yes. A very nearby place. There are many old western houses behind the square, and there is also a church. It was left by the Belgians decades ago. People in the city call it 'abandoned city'. Qi Geer went to the abandoned city. Find someone."

Tianlu was anxious all day long, it turned out that Brother Qi was right in front of him!How big is that place?A day has passed, and ten laps of Qi Geer's shopping is enough.

In the silence, Sang Nan smiled: "Don't worry too much, brother Qi will not be in danger, he is not someone who doesn't know how to protect himself. I will be there at six tomorrow morning. If I can't find it, I will look for it with you."

"Thank you..." Cheng Tianlu hung up the phone in a complicated mood.

The author says:

The following heavy taste.

In the last chapter, I wrote about human specimens, and I remembered something.Several years ago, I visited an exhibition of human specimens in Macau. It was particularly amazing. It was not a mummified corpse or a mummified body, but a human body that was specially treated to make it look like plastic, perform various actions, and cut it into hundreds of pieces (like steak, sorry ), or only branch-like blood vessels remain.The corpses were clean and beautiful, not disgusting or cruel, but it was really hard to bear.After reading it, I was very shocked. It was written in the article that people become "things" after death, which is my psychological shadow.

This exhibition was too controversial. I heard that it used unknown corpses or executed prisoners, but it seemed to be withdrawn afterwards.