Lin Chen was awakened by the sound of knocking on the window.

Outside the window stood a cleaning aunt wearing a yellow poncho, he got up, opened the window, and listened to the aunt's full of anger.

"Xiao Lin, do you have the key to Yanqing's tool room?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly, he shook his head, as if he was not fully awake: "Isn't the whole school suspended today?" ”

"Is the school closed, and our boss didn't give us a holiday." The aunt was holding a long broom, "Our lives are miserable." ”

Lin Chen was keenly aware of the abnormality here, so he asked, "Who asked you to ask me about the key to Yu Yanqing's tool room?" ”

"Oh, you have such a good relationship." The aunt smiled, and when she saw the good-looking young people, the old aunts always teased a few more words: "She resigned, the key was not returned, who doesn't know, she usually runs to you when she has nothing to do, is it left to you?" ”

The old aunt was still chattering, but Lin Chen suddenly had a bad premonition.

Yu Yanqing resigned, but did not return the key to the tool room?

Since she keeps the key but does not return it, someone will inevitably look for the key, and if she can't find the key, the logistics department will break down the door.

So, what's behind the door?

"The key may be mine, but I'll have to look for it, please go clean somewhere else, okay?" Lin Chen bowed slightly, and said politely to his aunt, after speaking, he turned around and returned to the bedside, took his mobile phone and dialed the number of the torture company,

When the prisoner arrived, Lin Chen was alone, leaning against the entrance of the basement.

Seeing the criminal followed by the police officer and the forensic doctor from behind the company, he nodded and stood up straight.

There was only a dim light in the stairwell, which made his face gloomy and even a little sad.

As a criminal investigator, of course, Xing Conglian could smell the abnormal smell of blood in the air, his face darkened, he put on gloves, and opened the door to the basement.

There were no lights in the basement, but the strong smell of blood forced everyone to suffocate.

The criminal police, who are accustomed to dealing with the scene, have stopped the cordon in accordance with the regulations, and the lights in the basement and the lights brought by the police are all turned on, the lights are dazzling, and the dark basement is like daylight for a moment.

Broken desks, worn beds, and scattered textbooks, everything in the basement was brightly illuminated by spotlights, and even the dust was covered with a layer of luminescent light.

At the end of the space is a closed black wooden door.

A police officer found the key to Wan Neng and asked for instructions from the criminal company.

Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, took the key from himself, and walked to the black wooden door.

Opening the door is a simple matter, the key is inserted into the keyhole, twisted slightly, and the door is opened with a click.

But the torturer felt that it seemed that there was nothing more difficult and bitter in the world.

The smell of blood wafted out along the crack in the door,

His hand was on the door panel, he looked at Lin Chen again, and said, "I even want to suspect that you are the murderer." ”

The flashlight emits a bright light that illuminates the entire room, and the scene inside is chilling.

In the small tool room, countless tools are stacked up and down, mops, large shears for pruning flowers and trees, hoes, broken plant rhizomes, all kinds of miscellaneous items are stacked on top of each other, forming a dirty and heavy black background. Yu Yanqing was naked, squatting in the corner of the wall, she had countless fine wounds on her body, and blood sprayed in every corner of the room, as if countless scarlet earthworms were climbing, sucking all the heat of life.

In her hand, in her hand, was a knife commonly found in a student pencil case, with a light blue handle and a blade covered with congealed blood.

Rao is a police officer who is used to seeing murder scenes, and there are many people who can't stand such bloody scenes, the scene is very quiet, and the needle drop can be heard.

The first thing to sound was the click of the shutter, the flash was turned on one after another, and the officers of the Identification Bureau crouched down to take photos of the scene from different angles.

Then the forensic doctor walked in, and put Yan Qing flat, his movements were indescribably slow and solemn.

No one spoke.

The moment Yan Qing lay down, a handful of fine sand was exposed between her stiff fingers.

A handful of white, delicate sand, like countless aphids, swarming out.

The torturer grabbed Lin Chen and dragged the person out of the basement.

Typhoon days are always weird, the rainstorm stops at some point, and the sky is so low that it looks like it's about to fall in the next moment.

The convict pressed Lin Chen on the bench, and behind him was a lush camphor.

He took mineral water from the trunk of the car, stuffed it into Lin Chen's hand, and then sat down on the side.

As a criminal policeman, he knows very well that in addition to the gods, there are only murderers and insiders who can predict life and death, but he is very sure that Lin Chen is not the murderer, so the question arises: what role does Lin Chen play in these incidents.

"I'm not a murderer." Lin Chen unscrewed the cap of the bottle and said very seriously and calmly.

Few people can face the skepticism and explain it so bluntly.

"You were at the police station at the time of the park crime, and of course you weren't the murderer." Torture Conglian said.

"If you believe me, then Yu Yanqing is not a murderer." Lin Chen raised his head and took a sip of water.

This is the second time Lin Chen has said, if you believe me. The torturer even thought, of course I still believe you.

But there are some things that cannot be said, and some things that must be asked clearly

"Why?" The criminal servant asked.

"Remember that letter?"

"Hmm."

"She said, 'Honey, I can finally face death in peace,' I ...... Finally......" Lin Chen stared at Xing Conglian, his eyes were cold, "Think about it, when would you use such a word?" ”

"I've finally eaten crayfish, I've finally had cold beer......" Torture Conglian replied honestly.

"It is an indication of a state that has been completed or is about to be completed, and contains an extremely urgent emotion."

Xing Conglian nodded, indicating that he understood what Lin Chen meant.

But even if Yu Yanqing had decided to die when she wrote the letter, it didn't mean that Yu Yanqing was not the murderer who destroyed the ring and killed the young man.

There is no necessary logical connection between the two.

The convict paused for a moment, and suddenly thought of one of the possibilities: "Could Yu Yanqing be forced?" ”

Lin Chen shook his head: "All her words are in the first person, which means that when she wrote this letter, she had a strong sense of self......" Lin Chen's tone was rare and gentle, as if she was missing something, "She also wrote me some letters before, and the font of the letter before she died, there is no difference, you know, if Yu Yanqing is coerced, then her feelings fluctuate strongly, and the words she writes must be trembling and the font is messy, however, I didn't find this." ”

The torturer scratched his messy hair: "What the hell is this girl thinking, is everything she writes so cold?" ”

"I've only read some of the letters, and I think the rest can be handed over to the police as relics of the deceased."

Lin Chen was a little sad.

When he collected the letters, he never really thought about what he would do with them one day.

Maybe one day, he quit his job at the school and wouldn't have left with these letters, but leaving all the thoughts of a girl to the police is obviously the saddest destination.

He went back to the dormitory to get the letter, and in front of the dormitory, someone was waiting.

It was three men in suits and leather shoes.

They were neatly dressed, their faces were solemn, and even their leather shoes were meticulously polished.

Two of them, Lin Chen had seen them on the propaganda board of the city's No. 3 Elementary School, that was the school's principal and a board member, and the other was someone Lin Chen had known for a long time.

Many times, in the B&B and in the hut, Lin Chen was awakened by a knock on the door, and the person standing at the door was this one.

"Hello, Butler." Lin Chen stood still in front of his small dormitory, bowed slightly, and saluted the tall and thin man standing at the front.

In this era, those who can hire a housekeeper must be rich.

And a butler who can afford to hire a silver-haired and noble temperament must be a top-level rich man.

Therefore, when such a housekeeper of a wealthy family stood in front of a somewhat dilapidated school and an overly modest dormitory, it seemed so out of place.

As if choked on dust, and like all the villains in the movie before they spoke, Chen Ping coughed lightly.

He lowered his head, somewhat condescendingly, and looked at the young man in front of him.

He actually admired Lin Chen very much.

How to say it, as the old housekeeper of the Chen family, he knows too much secrets, he knows very well what this young man has done, and he knows very well what kind of paranoid his master is.

Just like the wind and the grass mustard that grows under the strong wind, the young man who can survive calmly under endless oppression is always worthy of respect.

But he is very professional, the Chen family gives him an annual salary equivalent to that of any corporate executive every year, and his savings are to solve all kinds of troubles for the owners, of course, including finding trouble.

So he drove hundreds of axioms, rushed to Hongjing, found the relationship of the Chen family in the local area, and then found the director of the third elementary school in Hongjing City, and made a request.

Few people can refuse Chen Jiati's request, not to mention, it is just such a trivial request.

Dismissal of a boarding house manager at the school.

In fact, this trivial matter did not require the principal and director of the school to come forward.

He didn't even have to meet Lin Chen like this.

But coincidentally, when he was about to leave, someone rushed to push the principal's office away.

The man said that a body was found in the school, and that it was a dormitory manager named Lin Chen who called the police.

"Lin Chen, you're expelled." The principal held his head high and said to Lin Chen.

"Why?" Lin Chen glanced at the noble butler and the arrogant headmaster.

"Look at what kind of miasma you have made the dormitory, there are corpses hidden in the dormitory building, isn't it the responsibility of your dormitory manager, you see that you have recruited the police!" The headmaster was very loud, and when he yelled hard, the whole building could hear it.

"Oh, good."

The roar lingered, and a faint sound like clear water sounded immediately after.

The principal was a little stunned, but he didn't expect the young dormitory manager to agree so simply, too dismissive and too understated.

Just as he was about to respond, another voice came from behind him, which was even more understated and dismissive.

"Principal~ May I ask if you are dissatisfied with our police work?"