Xiao Ye secretly clenched his fists, and it wasn't until the footsteps approached that he breathed a sigh of relief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sniffed the aroma in the air and said with a slight gasp, "You almost scared me to death, what's wrong?" Can't sleep? ”

The lamp on the desk was turned on, Chu Lingqiao's beautiful face was reflected behind the light, she found a chair and sat down, and the loose pajamas still couldn't bear her figure.

"It's nothing, I'm just still thinking about the case, I don't have a clue, so I came over and wanted to talk to you."

Xiao Ye turned over, looked at Chu Lingqiao behind the lamp and said, "What is the purpose of our coming, is it to solve the case?" Or do you want to make sure that there is no trace of the 'painter' you call it? ”

"Both." Chu Lingqiao said.

"Are you under some kind of demon? Wherever a strange case happens, you will think that this 'painter' did it? Xiao Ye asked again.

Chu Lingqiao shook her head helplessly, in the face of Xiao Ye's questioning, she did not have a look of displeasure, but showed a trace of shame on her face.

"To tell the truth, the murderer of the painter has indeed tortured me for a long time, and he has also tortured the serious crime team for a long time, if he can't be caught, it will be a shame for the Jinghai Provincial Department."

Xiao Ye couldn't deny it, "It's true that if the police can't catch criminals, it will be a little difficult to talk about, but there are more unsolved cases across the country, do you have to be like you, and if there is a bizarre case, you have to move closer to it?" ”

"That's why we have the plan of the special task force." Chu Lingqiao sighed and continued: "Let's talk about this case first, what do you think?" ”

Faced with Chu Lingqiao's transfer of the topic, Xiao Ye was helpless, for some reason, whenever he mentioned the painter, Chu Lingqiao seemed to be a little unusual, although Xiao Ye didn't understand what the reason was, but he could guess that there should be some kind of subtle relationship between Chu Lingqiao and this painter, or a grudge.

Xiao Ye straightened up and grabbed the hair of the chicken coop, "The motive is unknown, the method is unknown." After Hua'an was cut off his artery, he had enough time to cry for help, but he didn't, and based on this alone, it was difficult to judge the murderer's methods. Can you imagine a murder method that can make the victim die slowly, but make him completely unresistant? ”

Chu Lingqiao frowned, thought for a while and said, "How suspicious is Lu Ming?" ”

"I don't know, he doesn't have any motive or reason for killing, but it can't be regarded as completely unsuspecting, after all, we haven't figured it out yet, if we can tell him what happened between Huaan and him, and change the relationship between the two of them, then maybe there will be some progress." Xiao Ye said.

"I think that Lu Ming is the most suspicious, the matter between him and Hua An must be the fuse of his crime, this time he went out to sketch, it should have been planned by him, on the surface, it seems that he has no alibi, but have you thought about it, the other five students also do not, in this case, people have the same mentality, since the other five people do not have an alibi, then it is easy to mislead into it, none of them are suspected of committing a crime."

Xiao Ye thought about it, and didn't have anything to say, after all, there was no one to doubt except the six of them now.

"Tomorrow, the forensic department should send back the things from the scene of the crime, right? I think I might get some information from Hua'an's painting. Xiao Ye said.

"Well, I can only think so, I guess I will send it back at noon tomorrow along with the firm report." Chu Lingqiao said.

…………

Summer evenings always give an unexpectedly cosy feeling, and the breeze slowly creeps into the window along the edge of the window.

He stretched out his rough hand, trying to feel the temperature of the evening wind, this soft and enjoyable taste, which he had never felt before.

It's not as hot as during the day, and there's no need to worry about its coldness, just like the person you're talking to, gentle, soft and comfortable.

He didn't seem to have been here for the last few days, the man thought, as if he hadn't seen him in two days.

It seems that after telling him his story, he has never been here again, is his story not beautiful enough? Or did he go and listen to other people's stories?

Looking at the neon lights outside the window, the man silently closed his eyes, this feeling of comfort is really good, at least now he is no longer afraid of strangers.

Suddenly, there was a cold touch on his wrist, like a motor, which shook his spirit!

"What? Feeling good lately? A voice came from behind.

It was the familiar gentle voice again, he raised his head and looked over, although it was the same person, but this time the difference was that his clothes were no longer neat white,

"I thought you were somewhere else."

The man smiled and habitually sat on the sofa not far away, "It's nothing, I just went out to do something." As he spoke, he picked up the newspaper on the side and read it casually.

Looking at the man on the sofa, he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, as if he was a patient like himself, but sometimes, he was not like a patient, but like a doctor, and he could come and go here at will, to be honest, it was very strange.

He had been in the hospital for a week, and he just wanted to go to the toilet, and he was afraid that he would have to be accompanied by a nurse, and it was the first time he had seen such a special existence as this man.

He walked over to the couch and sat down, scrutinizing the man in front of him.

The man noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and put down the newspaper, "Okay, I can see that your mood has changed a lot, why don't we talk again, ...... Just tell me the story you told me last time, when you were in the alley of the bar street, were you really just scared? Can you be sure you didn't do anything else? ”

"I, I didn't!" His voice suddenly raised, and his already relaxed mood was raised again.

He suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be still afraid, but what it was, he didn't know, anyway, at the mention of the dark and deep bar street, he began to tremble.

"Oh?" The man's voice came again, "You said you didn't?" But you can't remember anything, and you can't say it clearly, isn't that a contradiction? So what are you afraid of? ”

"I, I ......"

"Okay, maybe you don't have a talent for languages, so let's do this, I'll give you a piece of paper and a pen, and you can draw it." The man said.

"I can't draw."

"It's okay, I'll teach you...... Let's see, what the hell you've done, and whether you've killed anyone......"