The door of time

At 1:20 a.m., 35 Old Street was lit up and a large group of police officers were busy at the scene.

　　As soon as Zhang Jin walked through the door of He's house, his colleagues who arrived on the scene first told him that the deceased was writer He Da, the cause of death was unknown, his wife reported the case. He Da died in his study, the east side of a window closed, the bookcase full of books, the writing desk is still on He Da's manuscript, a cup of tea on the table is still warm. The body was in the center of the room, face up, the body was lying flat, the sweatshirt was covered with dust, there was a large wound in the abdomen, blood flowed all over the floor, from the doorway to the corridor.

　　The forensic scientist pushed his glasses and cautiously said his opinion: "I see ...... like a shell fragment or something like that."

　　"Cannonball?!" Zhang Jin looked at the forensic scientist suspiciously, "You're not awake, are you? This is a civilian residence, not a battlefield, where come the shell fragments?"

　　The forensic scientist replied aggressively, "Look at the large amount of dirt on the corpse, very much like the shell explosion splash ah! If this body was on a battlefield, I would not hesitate to say it was blown up, but now I don't understand what's going on ......"

　　Cannonball fragments? Zhang Jin felt in his gut that this case was odd. He walked quickly down the hall, He Da's wife Song Wen sat on the sofa and huffed: "When Da locked himself in his study to write, he never allowed us to disturb him. Tonight at 12 o'clock I got up to go to the bathroom, passing the door of the study, I felt wet feet, I thought it was a leak, turned on the corridor light to see, red like blood, from the study under the door, I was scared, knocked hard on the door, there was no sound inside, so I called the police ...... "Song Wen said and cried out.

　　"Mrs. Ho, did your husband act abnormally this evening?"

　　"It's normal! Ah, yes!" Song Wen thought about it and added, "Usually when he writes a novel at night, he never locks the door in his study, and I sometimes go in to see him, but every month when the moon is full, he locks the door to his study, saying that it is the best time to write and forbids any of us to go in and disturb it."

　　"Did you hear any unusual noises this evening? Such as whistling sounds?" Zhang Jin couldn't help but ask.

　　Song Wen shook his head: "Ada was quiet every time he closed the door in his study to write, as if no one was there." Zhang Jin cursed himself for being stupid: shells? If there were really shells, the study would have been blown to pieces, which would be the current state? Song Wen choked up again: "They say this old house is not clean, Ada had to live here, and now people are dead, but also died inexplicably."

　　Zhang Jin asked, "How is this house unclean?" Song Wen looked at him, hesitated half a day before saying: "Here many years ago was a wasteland, a distant relative of Ada He first built this house, the house was built less than a year later, he went crazy, everywhere that he saw the Qin Shi Huang and Hitler here, and finally sent to the psychiatric hospital ...... later The house was left to Ada's father, according to his will, and his old man lived well in his old house in the countryside, so he never moved in. Three years ago, Ada and I only lived in because of a job transfer. I didn't expect to ......" look at Song Wen, who was crying bitterly again, Zhang Jin felt that he could not ask anything, so he comforted her a few words and left the He family.

　　The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. The murderer had to be there, but the doors and windows of the house were closed, so where did the murderer come in? What was the motive for the murder? What is the murder weapon? He Da was wearing a sweatshirt, since he was writing a novel at home and not going out, why would he be wearing a sweatshirt? Suspicions come one after another ......

　　In the morning, the autopsy report came out, Zhang Jin held the report sheet, the more headache, the forensic doctor in the report still insists on his point of view. The report said: the body embedded with brass fragments, damage to internal organs, excessive blood loss and death. It seems that this is a typical home invasion murder case, no murderer, no motive, no murder weapon. Zhang Jin can not help but some irritation: this headless public case in the end how to start?

　　A week later, the case is still not the slightest progress, has ruled out a variety of possibilities, such as revenge killings, love killings, robberies, which instead let Zhang Jin fell into a deeper doubt. Can not find the reason from the outside, then try to find the reason from the inside! With this idea in mind, Zhang Jin came to the He family again. The door was opened by a young man, about twenty years old, very civilized look, is He Da's son He Ming, learned of his father's death rushed back from abroad. In the company of He Ming, Zhang Jin did not alarm Song Wen, once again came to He Da's study.

　　The study remained the same as it was on the day of the murder, Zhang Jin carefully checked half a day, could not find any signs of abnormality. He subconsciously went to the writing desk and looked at the manuscript on the table, which was a historical novel about the European battlefield during World War II, He Da wrote: "Steven was quietly lying in the trenches, waiting for that critical moment, and when the time came, the flares exploded overhead, lighting up the entire sky, and the mortars began to line up the enemy camp... ..." The manuscript breaks off at this point. Cannon again! Zhang Jin's heart moved: If this gun had hit He Da's house, it would really explain his death.

　　Zhang Jin turned to He Ming: "As far as you know, your father usually have any unusual behavior or speech?" He Ming blurted out, "He has a lot of abnormalities." "Oh?!" Zhang Jin's spirits were lifted by this.

　　"My father was just a businessman, although he was more into literature, but never wrote anything, since he moved to this old house three years ago, he suddenly gave up his business activities and wrote historical novels instead. I once asked him why he gave up business and started writing, but he just wouldn't tell me. But on his birthday last year, just before I left the country, he drank too much that night, and when I helped him back to his room, he said something like, 'My study is a real treasure, uncle was right.'"

　　"Uncle?"

　　"Oh, the owner of the original old room, my distant relative He Xian who was admitted to the mental hospital." "Hey, didn't your mother say that He Xian died many years ago? How can this be related to He Xian?" "Yes, but my father he still met uncle, no, not really he met uncle, alas, how to say this thing?" He Ming had no choice but to tell the details of what happened from the beginning.

　　He Da in the old room soon after moving in, one night, suddenly looked strange from the study rushed out, is watching TV in the hall of Song Wen, He Ming mother and son two was he was startled, asked what happened, but he was not willing to say anything.

　　The next day just after dawn, he rushed out of the house and took a taxi and left. Song Wen sent him out, only to hear him say that he was going to what hospital, it seems to be Mr. He lived before the home. When he returned at noon, holding a letter in his hand, full of joy, but nothing to tell his family, but from then on, no longer any unusual performance. Soon, he began to write and publish books, and became a little-known writer.

The door of time and space in the study

　　"Is that letter still there?" Zhang Jin was curious to know the whereabouts of the letter.

　　"No, my mother said that one morning, when she was cleaning up the study, she found the ashes left after burning in the trash, she looked at it and could still vaguely recognize the unburned bit of paper, the letter my father brought back from the hospital."

　　Zhang Jin came to the He family with questions, and left the He family with more questions. Three years ago He Da suddenly abandoned business and got the letter from the hospital, and He Xian, a dead man, suddenly appeared in the case, making it even more confusing. Then start with the hospital before Mr. He! Intuition tells Zhang Jin, He Xian's letter is the breakthrough of the case.

　　In the hospital where Mr. He lived, Zhang Jin found the old retired nurse Wang Meng who used to specialize in looking after Mr. He.

　　Wang Meng was a little emotional: "That is a good man, he is definitely not a crazy person, he is very good to me, know my family difficulties, but also often subsidize me some money."

　　Zhang Jin did not move and asked, "How do you know he is definitely not crazy? Then why do people say he's crazy and always say they see some ancient people?"

　　Wang Meng sighed and said, "This is his bad point, he always insists that he saw Qin Shi Huang and Hitler, these strange and bizarre people. I suspect he's a bit paranoid, but otherwise he's normal, really."

　　Zhang Jin suddenly asked, "Have you seen this man?" He handed He Da's picture to Wang Meng. "Yeah, yeah, he said he was a relative of He Xian's, so I gave him that letter."

　　"The letter?!" Finally getting to the point, Zhang Jin couldn't help but turn pale. "Yes, Mr. Ho had explained before that if someone came to him after his death and asked about the old house, he would give him that letter."

　　"He first left this letter?"

　　"Yes, but ......" Wang Meng stopped somewhat embarrassed. Zhang Jin hurriedly asked, "But what?" "Oh, it's like this, a few years ago there are rats in my house, I'm afraid the letter was bitten by rats, so I made a copy of the letter, when He Da came, I gave him the original letter, the copy has not been destroyed." It was really no effort, Zhang Jin was ecstatic, took the copy and read it carefully.

　　No matter who you are, those who see this letter must be my relatives. No one in this world will think of looking for me, a madman, only if you also know the secret of that house, will you come to me. I know your confusion, because that is also the reason I am called "crazy". The study on the second floor is a strange place, I met the ancient people there during the full moon, I believe you will also meet all kinds of strange people because of the different times, study it well.

　　The letter ends abruptly here, although brief, but makes Zhang Jin more confused. Strange places? Meet the ancient people of the past? He Xian's madness? The death of He Da? The full moon? Cannonball? Zhang Jin gets a headache.

　　Back home, Zhang Jin told He Ming of his findings and the reasoning based on them, and He Ming asked to join him in a "study adventure". So, on the night of the full moon after He Da's murder, the two men sat in the study of the He family, full of caution, waiting for what might happen.

　　Due to too much concentration, no one noticed the moonlight through the window on the east side of the clock, when the moonlight kept moving west, shining to the center of the study, Zhang Jin and He Ming's wait finally came to fruition: it was empty in the center of the study suddenly appeared a hazy fog!

　　Zhang Jin went over and wanted to touch the fog, but I did not expect the hand to go through the fog layer, invisible! Zhang Jin was startled, hastily retracted his hand - the hand is still the same hand, unharmed. He Ming exclaimed in amazement: "This is like a door, could it be that this is the door of the time tunnel? Saying that, he actually jumped into the fog.

　　Zhang Jin was shocked, and secretly complained that He Ming was so reckless without careful observation. For the sake of He Ming's safety, he also had to follow and jumped in ......

　　"We seem to have come to the desert." He Ming shouted excitedly. Zhang Jin carefully surveyed the world in front of him. The layers of steam close to the ground reflected the few vegetation, there was no sign of life, only the rolling sand in the distance. He Ming murmured: "This place is deserted, and I do not know where it is?" Zhang Jin squinted at the sand coming from afar, he suddenly held down He Ming, and himself fell to the ground.

　　The heat of the ground made He Ming irritable, only to see a long line of tanks snaking in from afar, raising a gust of sand and dust. He Ming whimpered in alarm and was muffled by Zhang Jin. Those tanks had German Nazi symbols on them. "This is a 'Tiger' tank, indicating that the time now is at least around 1942, this is most likely the North African battlefield of World War II, don't talk, wait for them to pass, this one formation has at least thirty tanks." Zhang Jin, who is quite knowledgeable about weaponry, whispered to He Ming.

　　At this moment, only to hear someone in the tank formation shouted something, many German troops looked this way, the empty desert is no place to hide, the two of them were thus discovered. A few bullets splashed sand a short distance ahead of them, "Not good!" Both men screamed, if this continues, I'm afraid they will be sieved by bullets. Looking back, the door of time and space still loomed, Zhang Jin saw the tank's cannon muzzle turned towards them, "Not good, they are going to shell us, run." The two got up and ran wildly, quickly rushing to that door.

　　Zhang Jin took the lead and rushed in, almost simultaneously, a boom, the shells grazed the door of the time tunnel whistling past. Seeing that the fog began to thin, Zhang Jin, who was already in the study of the He family, hurriedly grabbed He Ming's arm and pulled hard, just as He Ming's body landed completely on the ground, the door to the time tunnel also disappeared completely. The two men were paralyzed on the ground and did not speak for half a day. He Ming let out a long breath: "That was close! Almost couldn't come back." Another half day of silence, Zhang Jin said, "Everything is falling into place."

　　He first built this house after mistakenly entered the time tunnel and saw the ancients, and was therefore considered crazy depressed for life. He Da unintentionally discovered the secret of the time tunnel, but used this tunnel and wandered around in time and space, thus abandoning business and writing novels about what he saw and heard. Probably inadvertently broke into some battlefield during World War II and was hit by a stray bullet, so he was killed. Zhang Jin told his reasoning to He Ming, and He Ming nodded in agreement. "But, this reason you can put in the report as the cause of my father's death?" Zhang Jin is also difficult, yes, such reasoning can be written into the report? Even if it is written in, who will believe it?

　　Leaving the He family, Zhang Jin went home and thought about it all night. The next day at work, he sent the investigation report to the Secretary. "Secretary, really can not find the reason, it is recommended to be classified as a special case, left for further investigation."

　　A month later, Zhang Jin came to the He family study again, and waited until dawn with He Ming and Song Wen, and did not see the appearance of that door of time and space. "Is it because of that shell? The door of space-time disappeared?" The three men were puzzled.

　　After that, that door of time and space never appeared again. Thus, the truth of a murder was buried forever in the hearts of three people. Only the pain of heartbreak would remind them of what had happened in this study.