"What's wrong with Rose?"

The young man on the other side of the booth suddenly looked up and asked.

It is probably because there have been too many cases recently, and the dynasty's reasoning ability is increasing day by day, or rather, when too many things are encountered, no matter how simple the mind will gradually become sharper.

Lin Chen felt that the matcha ice cream in his mouth was slightly bitter, and he thought, Xing Conglian must have felt so.

"Xiao Wang Xiansen, you seem to have a lot of questions lately?" Torture Conglian said.

"Wait...... Roses, warblers? ”

As if finally realizing the joint, Wang Chao snatched the computer after pronouncing these two key words, and only typed one word.

Although the notebook was facing away from them, Lin Chen still guessed from the young man's stiff face that he had probably discovered the thing they wanted to hide from him.

"Why are you hiding it from me!"

The boy jerked his laptop over, revealing pictures of various sizes on the screen.

There are birds on every photo.

The birds, with their gray-brown feathers and equally gray-brown beaks, soared in the sky or sang in the branches, and one of them was stabbed to death in the stem of a rose.

There was even an English writer who wrote a very sad and beautiful fairy tale about the bird that was stabbed to death by a rose.

Lin Chen moved his gaze to the search bar, looking at the results that the young man found himself, he couldn't help but sigh, if this continues, the dynasty will probably be able to take charge on its own soon.

There are only two words on the search bar, the name of a bird, and the name of that bird is Nightingale.

The nightingale is not a beautiful bird in general, but it has a very wide vocal range, and unlike other birds, the nightingale is one of the few birds that sings at night, so this is why the nightingale is called the nightingale.

In fact, if it was just a dead nightingale, it wouldn't make Lin Chen feel the biting cold.

The reason why he can feel the chill is entirely because of the very famous fairy tale written by the English writer Oscar Wilde.

He hadn't read that story for a long, long time, and to be specific, he had only read that fairy tale once at a very young age, but to this day, he could still remember every detail of that fairy tale clearly.

The story begins with a young student who wants to invite the girl he likes to dance.

The girl's request was very simple, she said that if he picked a red rose for her, she would agree to dance with him at the prince's dinner party until dawn.

But in the middle of winter, where can young students find a red rose?

The young students thus wept in the garden, and like most of Wilde's fairy tales, the little nightingale heard the object of his night singing crying in the garden.

Looking at his originally beautiful countenance, which turned to sorrow, the little nightingale thought, "Your love is so affectionate, and you only want a rose, and I can always find you a red rose."

Then, he met the white roses, which were as white as the foam of the waves, and the yellow roses, which were as yellow as the mermaid's blonde hair, but they were not the red roses he wanted.

Eventually, the little nightingale came to a withered red rose.

But the rhizome of the red rose had been broken by the storm, and the blood had been destroyed by the winter, and the red rose said that it could not bloom this year, and that the only way to make it bloom was terrible.

Lin Chen once again recalled the scene when the torture conglian opened the bouquet of roses.

The sharp rhizome of the rose pierced the nightingale's body, and that was the only way to make the red rose bloom in the story.

Wilde is still the cruel and gentle Wilde.

The red rose in the story tells the little nightingale that only its song in the night can make a rose born, and unless it is soaked in blood, the rose will turn red.

Life is precious, but how can the nightingale think that its small heart can be compared with the human heart?

So it agreed to the rose's request, and at the □□ of the moon it flew to the rose tree, pressed its chest against the spikes, opened its lips, and began to sing all night, and the thorns pierced deeper and deeper, and the blood of its life flowed continuously, and finally, the pain penetrated deep into its marrow, and the rose thorns finally penetrated into its heart.

The little nightingale traded his life for a red rose for his loved one.

But that's not the end of the story.

After all, the love of young students has not yet been explained.

Lin Chen recalled that at the end of the story, the unwitting young student picked the rose and sent it to the girl he loved.

But the girl said, "How can one of your roses be worthy of the many treasures I have received today?"

Annoyed, the young student threw the red rose to the ground, and the wheels of a carriage happened to run over the rose.

This is the end of the story.

Lin Chen thought, this is really a story that is extremely beautiful.

He rubbed his brow again and looked up.

I saw that Wang Chao's eyes were moist, and the young man's eyes were wide, staring at the person opposite.

Perhaps when Wang Chao was very young, he had heard this story while sitting on his mother's lap; Or maybe on a rainy night after the prisoner adopted him, someone sat at his bedside and recited that fairy tale for him.

But fairy tales are still fairy tales, and whoever tries to turn fairy tales into reality is hopelessly psychopathic.

"It's not a lie." Xing Conglian pushed away the ice cream bowl, smoked a cigarette and lit it irritably, "I just think it will be annoying if you know, and besides, I didn't know much time before you!" ”

"Boss, do you think this is protecting me?" The young man sensed the crux of the matter.

As if he had been poked in the heart, the torturer slapped the table and became angry: "Why are you doing so much? ”

"You said you wanted to solve the case together, how can you hide something from me!" Dynasty shouted.

"You didn't give me money, why should I sue you?" The torturer Lian said coldly.

"Why do you still treat me like a child!"

"Yo, Xiao Wang Xiansen, do you feel my elder-style care?"

The two tended to quarrel more and more violently, Lin Chen scooped spoonful after spoonful of matcha-flavored ice cream, looked at the content on the web page carefully, and did not interrupt them.

Eventually, the quarrel around him stopped.

Lin Chen looked up and found that the two were looking at him together with the same depressed eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked absentmindedly, then looked back at the laptop screen again.

"Ah Chen, why did you persuade us?" Wang couldn't help but ask.

"No, I like to hear you arguing, you go on."

With this encouragement, no one will probably continue to argue**.

The voice of the torture slave company sounded in his ears: "Advisor Lin, ......"

The voice of Consultant Lin was more like a sigh, and Lin Chen felt that his ears were a little itchy.

"Huh?" He responded.

"Anything new?" The criminal servant asked.

Lin Chen replied: "All fairy tales are especially symbolic, since she deliberately left the nightingale and roses for us, of course she has the meaning she wants to express. ”

Xing Conglian thought for a while and said: "If the nightingale symbolizes the famous warbler, then the person who ran to the stage to cut Li Jingtian's throat will not be the warbler, what does she want to express, she was indeed hurt by Li Jingtian, and used the dead nightingale to show his unyielding will, she wants to commit suicide, and she wants to take revenge on Li Jingtian?" ”

Wang Chao shouted: "What a pervert, what a pervert, boss, I'm going to get goosebumps!" ”

As Wang Chao said, the idea of the criminal slave company is certainly perverted, but it is not perverted enough.

At least it doesn't fit the psychology of a pervert who can stab a nightingale to death.

Lin Chen shook his head.

He was not at the scene, because the camera was blocked, and he did not see the scene of the girl holding the green rose on the stage with his own eyes.

But there he was, and he saw it happen.

Under the circumstances at that time, Li Jingtian had no power to resist, she handed out flowers so gently and hugged him, she could have killed him, but she didn't do that.

Could the girl who gave the flowers be the warbler?

Lin Chen couldn't judge, but the only thing he could judge was that all the girl's series of actions from the time she came on stage to the time she left were completely inconsistent with the body language of the rape victim who contacted the rape.

He put down the silver spoon and began to refresh the page of Weibo keyword search.

Finally, he saw a corollary he wanted to see.