The Old Gods Are Whispering

  Chapter 1 Profile

  April 5th, Ching Ming Festival.

  The puddles on the road reflected the sign of Funing Park on Taipei Road, and the falling raindrops made circles of ripples. Occasionally, a galloping vehicle ran over, and the broken water splashed everywhere.

  Today is Friday, just after 7:30 in the morning, the street has already become noisy, and the small shops on the street are opening for business.

  Beside the guardrail on the street, the boy stood under a tree and yawned.

  The age is at most seventeen years old, with black hair scattered in a mess, vaguely blocking the eyes, the face is as clear as a sculpture, with sharp edges and corners, and it is very good-looking.

   "Thirty, lawyer."

   "Forty-two years old, coal boss."

   "Fifty-seven, surgeon."

   "Twenty-five years old, dance anchor."

   "Twenty-One...Duck!"

  Gu Jian Lin was wandering outside, scanning the passers-by on the street out of the corner of his eye, to pass the time.

   It seemed like some illogical words, but the pedestrians who passed by cast their eyes in surprise.

  Some of them felt baffled, some showed expressions of seeing a neuropathy, and a small number of people were full of suspicion. Especially the last handsome guy who was dressed up in fancy clothes, with a surprised and angry expression, spit lightly, and walked away quickly.

"Neuropathy."

  Gu Jianlin didn't care, as if it wasn't scolding himself at all.

  He glanced at the time, and the cemetery was about to open, so he picked up his bags and prepared to leave.

  At this moment, his cell phone rang, and a WeChat message came in.

"Xiaolin, today I will go back to Jiaoxi's hometown with your Uncle Su, and I will transfer you a thousand yuan through WeChat. Don't forget to visit your father's grave, and don't buy flowers in the park, they are too expensive. Okay, mom is going to get in the car. You have just been discharged from the hospital, so go home early and rest."

   A woman's voice is played in the voice. With a bang, it stopped abruptly.

   "I didn't expect mom to still remember."

   Gu Jianlin said softly.

  He put away his mobile phone, nodded and smiled at the security guard at the gate, and entered the park.

  Uncle Security looked at the child, and saw that he was wearing the school uniform of Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, carrying a large schoolbag, a suitcase in his left hand, and several large bags of tributes in his right hand. He was obviously a resident student.

  There was a typhoon last night, and the traffic in the whole city was stopped. For safety reasons, the school will definitely not let people go.

  Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School is the best high school in the city, with a top-notch education level, but it is more than 30 kilometers away from here. The child came so early, he should have run out of school early in the morning.

  The security guard was a little emotional.

  He has worked as a security guard in this park for more than ten years and has witnessed the change of times.

  The more advanced the times, the less human touch.

  Nowadays, fewer and fewer young people come to the cemetery to visit their family members' graves. Of course, they can't be blamed for this, life is a difficult thing. When people get busy, it's either 996 or 007. They go out early and return late all day long. After finally taking a vacation, they should rest at home, even if it's playing games.

  For more than ten years, this is the first time to see a child visit a family member's grave by himself, which is really strange.

  Gu Jianlin didn't know what the security guy was thinking, he just got used to doing everything well.

  Many years ago, my father would take him to this place to worship his family every Qingming Festival, which is the time every year. But if you come later, the street will be blocked, and the gate of the park will be crowded with people, and you can only move forward a little bit.

  So Dad would call him up before six o'clock every time, and he was reluctant at that time.

   Now that his father is gone, and his mother has already formed a new family, he is the only child left in the family.

  When my parents divorced, the relationship was very tense.

  I thought that after my father had an accident, my mother would soon forget about her ex-husband when she threw herself into a new life.

   I didn't expect that she would come to remind me about going to the grave.

  Gu Jianlin shook his head and laughed, and climbed up the hillside along the path in his memory. There are many cemeteries in this park. Dad's tombstone is located at No. 13, West District, and there is a small fountain next to it, which is easy to recognize.

  A black Mercedes-Benz was parked at the gate of the cemetery, and the driver's window was lowered, revealing a face with dark circles under its eyes.

   This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a police uniform, silently smoking a cigarette in the car, then he waved out the window, yawned and said, "Little Gu, here."

  Gu Jianlin was taken aback: "Inspector Zhou? Why are you here?"

   In the back seat of this car, there were still two young detectives sitting, holding flowers in their hands.

  Dad is a profiler specially hired by the police station. Apart from work, he has no other interpersonal communication. If you want to say who will come to see him after he dies, only these colleagues who are detectives are the only ones.

  The so-called profiling is to outline the mentality of the criminal through the analysis of the modus operandi, scene layout, crime characteristics, etc.

   In order to further profile its race, gender, age, occupational background, appearance characteristics, personality characteristics, etc., and make predictions about its next action.

   Profilers are very helpful in solving crimes, so Dad is very respected in the police station.

   "How many times have I said, just call me Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Ze was smoking a cigarette by the car window, and said with emotion: "I have known your father for more than 20 years, and many of the cases I took over were solved thanks to his profile. Besides, whenever you are on holiday these days, you will appoint If you will go to the police station to squat me, then I might as well deliver it to my door.”

   "Here, these are all the young detectives your father took over."

  He pointed behind him: "You should all know each other, right?"

   "Little Gu is so filial. He runs to the police station every day for Professor Gu's affairs. It's hard not to know him."

  The two young detectives said with a smile.

  Gu Jianlin nodded slightly, as a greeting.

  Inspector Zhou's position is the captain of the Fengcheng City Police Station. He is also busy with official duties. He may not be able to go home for half a month after being busy. I didn't expect to make a special trip.

   "Sorry for causing trouble to you for a while."

   Gu Jianlin felt a little apologetic when he thought about going to the police station every day to bother people during this period of time: "If you're really busy, you don't need it. Anyway, you two know each other so well, and my dad won't blame you."

   "No trouble no trouble."

Zhou Ze shrugged, opened the car door and got out of the car, stubbed out the cigarette butt: "Then I have to come and see you? He is only a son like you, so you have to take care of him anyway. Speaking of which, you recently How is the injury?"

  Gu Jianlin touched his forehead, and replied: "It's okay, anyway, when I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said I was fine."

   "That's fine. When I found you, your father was gone, and your head was covered in blood, and you were unconscious."

Looking at his face, Zhou Ze was a little relieved, and said with a sigh: "The doctor said that even if you can save your life, it may cause brain trauma. So you should rest more, and stay at home during the few days off. I always ran to the Public Security Department."

"understood."

  Gu Jianlin recalled the car accident four months ago, and the muddle-headed experience during this time.

  It feels like a nightmare, and I haven't woken up until now.

Zhou Ze patted him on the shoulder in relief, and said softly: "Let's go, don't hang around here. Go and see your dad first, so you don't have to queue up to buy flowers. I'll get someone to bring them to you. "

   Gu Jianlin pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

  In the past, he always listened to those elderly people lamenting the impermanence of the world, people's meeting and parting are too hasty, and often when they meet again, things are already different, and time passes silently.

  He didn't feel much about it at the beginning, after all, he was still young.

   But now he understands.

  Because Gu Jianlin never expected to see his father again after four months, and the grass on his grave was half a meter high.

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  The five tombstones in the cemetery are arranged neatly from left to right.

  Grandpa, grandma, second uncle, third uncle, father.

  The posthumous photos engraved on the tombstone seem to have walked peacefully.

   Fortunately, the mother is alive and well, otherwise the orphanage would really start.

  The whole family worships the sky, and the mana is boundless.

  Gu Jianlin glanced at the small open space at the bottom, feeling that it happened to be reserved for himself.

   When I burp someday, I will bury it here.

  The family is neat and tidy.

  Gu Jianlin put down the suitcase, followed the procedure in memory, took out flowers and tributes from the bag, placed them on the tombstone one by one, then knelt on the ground and put his hands together to express his condolences.

  It seems that everything is no different from the past Qingming.

   Only this time a new tombstone was added.

   There is an extra bouquet of flowers to buy.

   There is one more person to miss.

  Zhou Ze silently lit a cigarette. His best brother died young, and he felt bad.

  The two young detectives also felt very sorry. After all, Professor Gu was the most powerful profiler in Fengcheng City. He helped solve many big cases over the years, but he died so young.

  The only fortunate thing is that Professor Gu also left behind a good and filial son.

  However, in the next second, they suddenly heard the boy whispering.

   "You said that you are a professor of psychology. You don't want to be a high-paying professor. You insist on working as a profiler for the police station. Not to mention the low salary, and you travel everywhere. Wherever there is a case, you will be there. What are you planning?"

"In the end, I didn't save much money, and people disappeared. My mother was right. Apart from being good-looking, you seem to have no advantages. But what I didn't expect was that when I grew up, I would be like this .”

"When you were in this business, I advised you to buy more insurance. After all, it is too easy to offend people, and it is easy to be unknown in old age. You buy more insurance. If one day it disappears, my life will be better. But you I am not superstitious about the nonsense of Sun Banxian downstairs, thinking that I can live past eighty. What happened? Something happened when I was forty."

"Later, I confronted Sun Banxian and asked him to refund the money. In the end, he said that he was a half-immortal, and his fortune-telling could only be half right. I asked which half was right? He said that half of his life was right, so even if he had to get the money back , and can only return half of it."

"If you are really dead, show your spirit quickly and take Sun Banxian downstairs too. I made an appointment with his son and bought some large insurance for him. When he goes down, we will split half and half. "

   "You are such a superstitious person, you don't want no one to burn paper for you after you die, do you?"

  When Gu Jianlin presented the tributes, they all came according to the share, but when it came to his father, it was different.

  Take out an apple, take a bite first, and then put it on.

   took out another piece of bread, bit off half of it first, and then threw it up.

   There was also a piece of grilled fish, which he gnawed to the point of leaving a skeleton, so he put it on as well.

  The detective stared blankly at the kid eating his father's tribute frantically in front of the grave, he was really filial.

  Zhou Ze couldn't help complaining: "Little Gu, you are also here to visit the grave, why is your kid's painting style so different from others'?"

   Gu Jianlin raised his head, and before he knew it, it was past eight o'clock, and there were a few scattered waves of people in the cemetery.

  The cries of those people can be heard in my ears, and there are some silent faces everywhere I look.

   At first glance, they are all sad people.

   "Then what is normal?"

  Gu Jianlin glanced at the crying woman lying on the tombstone next to her, and said calmly, "Is it like this?"

  Zhou Ze followed his line of sight and said with emotion: "It's so sad to cry, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite."

  It was a tombstone built in the shape of a rockery. A woman in full bloom and prosperity knelt in front of her, crying heartbreakingly while holding the photos of her remains, while her family members watched silently from behind, with different expressions of numbness or sadness.

   "Are you sad?"

  Gu Jianlin said calmly: "But I see she is smiling very happily."

  Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment: "Laughing? When did she laugh?"

   You must know that this is the Ching Ming Festival, but anyone with a normal mind will not laugh on other people's graves, unless they want to be beaten.

   "My dad always said that you can't always look at people on the surface, and you can pretend to be sad."

Gu Jianlin glanced over there again, shaking his head: "The one in the grave is her husband, who was born in 1970 on the tombstone, and is fifty-two this year. And this woman is at most twenty-four. She came to visit the grave. But she dresses up so exquisitely, puts on such heavy makeup, and is covered with famous brands all over her body, that bag is worth 80,000 yuan."

  He paused: "The one in the grave is rich and married a young wife. This woman doesn't love him. It's good for her that he died."

  Because there is a large amount of family property that can be divided.

Zhou Ze was taken aback for a moment, and was amused: "I'm still studying your father's profile, co-author? Profile requires a lot of life experience and knowledge, how can you learn it so quickly? Besides, your basis That's not right, you don't like that this woman is someone else's daughter?"

  Gu Jianlin didn't say anything. He had many reasons.

  For example, the men standing behind all called Dad in front of the tombstone, obviously the son of the deceased.

   But the problem is, this woman doesn't look like them at all.

  For another example, the eyes of those men looking at this woman are full of resentment and disdain, obviously the relationship is not good.

  This woman has a ring mark on her ring finger, but she is not wearing a wedding ring today.

  The smell of perfume wafting in the wind, the brand of clothes and bags, the posture when walking before, the charming demeanor...

  Of course, these details are not the point, nor are they absolutely convincing.

  The reason why Gu Jianlin said that the woman was smiling was because he really saw it.

In his eyes, the woman holding the tombstone was trembling all over, the corners of her mouth opened a little bit, and she was suppressing a smug laugh, leaning back and forth when she laughed. She obviously had a pretty face, but she smiled like a blue-faced fangs female ghost.

"what."

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

   Laughed so harshly.

   Logically speaking, she laughed so nervously that she would have alarmed the people around her.

  However, the fact is that neither the family members behind her nor the people around her seem to have noticed her abnormality.

  Gu Jianlin is already used to this.

   Of course they can't see it.

  Because this is the picture he profiled.

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