Chapter41


    Ke Qians hometown was in Hebei, not too far from Beijing. However, in these past few years, all of Chinas small and medium-sized cities, without exception, had been undergoing a process of demolishing buildings and relocating the inhabitants, in order to build boringly uniformmercial housing or new townships. Ke Qians earliest registered permanent residence, a hostel based in an old factory which had gone bankrupt, had long since been razed to the ground, and a new housingmunity had sprung up on the samend. Moreover, they had no idea where his old neighbours had gone. Jian Yao asked around the smallmunity, including the neighbourhoodmittee, but no one knew anything about the Ke family, and she was unable to obtain any pertinent information.


    Only theke opposite the housingmunity, with its rippling blue-green waters, remained as clear as before.


    Perhaps, in this era of rapid economic change, the only constants are the mountains,kes and rivers, under whose watchful gaze we live.


    Next to the smallke, there was arge wend, lush with greenery. It had obviously been well conserved.


    They then visited the second address they had: the home of Ke Qians grandfather, in the same county. ording to the family details which Ke Qian had provided when he enrolled for university, his only rtive was his paternal grandfather. His grandfathers address was also listed as Ke Qians ce of residence.


    This time, they found the ce with rtive ease. It was an old house in the old town. Green tiles, grey walls, a two-bedroom single-storey house. A big padlock was on the door.


    Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan knocked on the door for an eternity, until an older woman emerged from the house next door. She asked, Who are you looking for?


    Jian Yao said with a smile, <i>Dajie</i>, we are Ke Qians friends from Beijing. Were here on vacation and remembered that he mentioned his old home was here, so we thought wede and take a look.


    Bo Jinyan hid his smile as he eyed his increasingly slick criminal investigator wife.


    The elderlydy observed that they both looked fairly upstanding, and did not suspect anything. Shemented, Oh, so youre Xiao Kes friends. He hasnt been home recently.


    <i>Dajie</i>, when did Xiao Kes grandfather pass away? Jian Yao asked.


    The woman sighed and said, About four or five years ago. That was when Xiao Ke had just passed the university entrance exam.


    Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan exchanged nces. Since the blow hade at that time, it was no wonder that Ke Qian had formed such a strong attachment to his university friends.


    Does he have any other rtives? Jian Yao asked.


    The woman considered briefly before shaking her head. I havent noticed any rtivee by. Our family moved here about ten years ago, and it was just the two of them living their in and solitary lives. <i>Aish</i>, Xiao Ke has had a bitter life; I heard that his parents died in a car ident when he was just five or six years old, and there was not muchpensation. As a matter of fact, even after his grandfather died, I still kept a set of keys to their ce. Since he was studying somewhere else, he asked me toe over and clean the house from time to time.


    Bo Jinyan abruptly asked, When was thest time he came back?


    The woman replied, Just a month ago. I remember it very clearly; it was the time of the <i>Qing Ming</i>* Festival holiday.


    *T/N  (Qing Ming jie)  Qing Ming Festival (also known as Tomb-Sweeping Day) is a Chinese festival which falls on the first day of the fifth lunar month. During the festival, Chinese families visit the tombs of their ancestors to clean their gravesites, pray to them, and make ritual offerings.


    Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao did not say anything.


    A month ago.


    Ke Qian had been killed by Jiang Xueran and the others half a year ago.


    Then his buried corpse had disappeared, then he had visited his old hometown a month ago, then he hadmitted a series of murders.


    Are you sure he was the person who came back? Bo Jinyan asked.


    The woman looked at him strangely. Why on earth are you asking that? Do you think I could make a mistake? He even ate dinner at my home that day. That grown-up kid . . .


    Jian Yao smiled as she interrupted, <i>Dajie</i>, its like this. Were also aware how much you cared for Ke Qian when he lived here. Please ept this 200 dors (29 USD) as a token of our regard for you as his friends.


    The minute she saw the money, the woman blushed; she waved her hand and said she did not want it. Jian Yao persisted in giving it to her, and, after demurring a few more times, she finally epted it. Jian Yao seized the opportunity to ask, Dajie, since were here already, may we go into Ke Qians home to have a look around?


    To say that Ke Qians grandfathers home consisted of four bare walls would not be an exaggeration. In both rooms of the house, there was nothing else apart from a bed, a table, and a cupboard. However, everything was kept very neatly. The furniture was old-fashioned, and someone had hand-painted a pattern of Chinese-style bamboo leaves and flowers on the walls. Upon looking carefully, the entire home immediately transformed into something extraordinary.


    Needless to say, this was Ke Qians style.


    Perhaps because there was nothing valuable in Ke Qians home, after bringing them in, the elderly woman had gone outside to busy herself with other matters. Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao looked around the house but found nothing unusual. Jian Yao said, Im confused. Previously, I thought it was beyond doubt that Ke Qian had died, and the person Fang Qing and Gu Fang Fang saw was someone else whose figures very simr to his. But, now, this <i>dajie</i> has definitely seen a living, breathing Ke Qian. Did he really not die?


    Theres no need to be confused, Bo Jinyan said. I believe we are already close to the answer. Have you not realised that there is something missing from this ce?


    Jian Yao looked nk.


    Bo Jinyan put on his gloves, and opened the cupboards and drawers one by one, then closed them again. Ke Qian has such a sensitive and meticulous personality, losing his mother and father at a young age, also losing his grandfather just as he gained entrance to university . . . he would have kept that item very carefully, it would have been precious and very important. But, we didnt find it in his rented apartment, and we didnt find it here.


    What is it? Jian Yao asked.


    Photo album.


    Jian Yao was stunned.


    Bo Jinyan smiled slightly as he said, Thats what that person wants to hold on to, or . . . what he wants to keep hidden. It is because of this that he suddenly came home for a visit.


    Jian Yao stood transfixed.


    Could it be . . . not a lover, but a . . .


    Rtive.


    <i>Lian Hua</i> (Lotus Flower) Elementary School was the best elementary school in the vicinity. When Bo Jinyan and Jian Yan rushed there, it was already afternoon.


    The elderly woman moved next door to Ke Qian ten years ago, Bo Jinyan said. At that time, Ke Qian had just started junior high school, so she would not know anything about him prior to that time. There arent any people living near him who have been around for longer than that. Moreover, Ke Qians grades have been excellent since he was young, so he must have attended the best elementary school.


    They arrived at the schools administrative office and showed their identification. An elderly teacher received them. Ok, please wait a moment. I will retrieve that years registration information.


    While they were waiting, An Yan called them.


    Ive got it. The money that Ke Qian received was from an overseas ount, an American ount. The ount holder is K.A..


    At this time, the teacher returned with the registration folder. Even though it had been many years, with a close inspection of the ss photo, Jian Yao was able to locate a child whose facial features strikingly resembled that of the adult Ke Qian and pointed the child out to Bo Jinyan. Look, theres Ke Qian.


    However, the teacher put on her reading sses,ughed and said, Youre mistaken. Thats not Ke Qian, thats Ke Ai. Ke Ai is the older sister; shes the girl standing in the first row. Ke Qian is the younger brother; hes standing in thest row. Those two are twins, and resemble each other to an amazing degree.


    Bo Jinyan took the photo and stared at it silently. Jian Yao finally located Ke Qian in the back row. Looking at the two children whose features were virtually indistinguishable, she suddenly felt an indescribable sadness. She asked, What happened to them? Where did the older sister, Ke Ai, go?


    The teacher sighed and said, The older sisters fate was good. They had a childless rtive who adopted Ke Ai when the children were in the third grade. Perhaps, because the couple thought the burden of adopting both children would be too heavy, or because they thought keeping the children together would make it more difficult for the kids to grow close to them . . . anyway, the younger brother was left in the grandfathers care. I think Ke Ai was taken to Americater.