Heavy rain arrived as scheduled.

It wasn't very dark, but it rained heavily. Crackling raindrops fell on the trees and leaves with a loud, beast-like howl.

Lin Chen manages all the boarding students in the first and second grades of the school, and there are not many boarding students, and most of the children are picked up in advance by worried parents, so there are less than ten children left, and they are placed in the collective dormitory together with their senior classmates.

All night, Lin Chen was busy with these things.

He counted the number of people, helped the children organize their school bags and change their clothes, and even remembered to take each person's usual dolls.

It is not the first time that Hongjing's children have encountered a typhoon, so no one seems to be overly panicked and worried.

Children of all sizes gathered in two large dormitories, perhaps a corner of the dormitory full of snacks and drinking water, so that the dark night with no fingers outside the window and the sound of angry wind in the dark night seemed less terrifying.

When it was almost dawn, the children were sleeping peacefully again, and Lin Chen greeted the dormitory manager on duty before returning to his room.

The wind is getting stronger, but the rain seems to have stopped for a while.

Outside, the plantain was blown to and fro by the wind, and the huge green leaves swayed, casting a messy shadow on the walls.

Lin Chen turned on the light, and the white light instantly illuminated this small space.

The furnishings in the room are simple, and it looks a little poor, or even too poor.

There is no furniture except a desk and a bed.

The window in front of the desk opened at some point, and the writing was soaked by the rain and turned into a sea of water.

However, in that vast ocean, there seemed to be a small pink boat floating.

It was a letter, pink, folded into the shape of a heart, and it was so lovely, so out of place with the humble room and the simple wooden table.

Lin Chen walked a few steps quickly and picked up the letter from the water.

The envelope was soaked by the rain, Lin Chen glanced at his name on the envelope, and habitually wanted to put it down, but suddenly, his fingertips touched the envelope with something in the envelope.

It was hard and seemed soft......

Lin Chen quickly opened the letter, and what caught his eye was a cloud of sand adhered to the letter.

The clump of sand was white, soaked in rainwater, and ugly solidified together.

Lin Chen gently dusted off the white sand on the letterhead, revealing the blurred handwriting underneath.

Looking at those vague fonts, Lin Chen suddenly felt that a cool air ran down his spine and slowly spread to the top of his head.

"My dear, I can finally face death calmly / I no longer hesitate, timidly and fearful / Death has gentle arms and charming eyes, and his dark eyes bloom with moist flowers, I finally smell its fragrance / I see his fingertips sticking out of countless roots and plunging headlong into the world, can you touch it?"

The edges of the letter had long been blurred, and the black letters had softened and melted, as if a thread of mist was wrapped around the entire letter paper.

All the sensations are so familiar.

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Torrential rain poured down.

The rain was very fine and dense, but it was also very urgent, and when it was blown by the manic wind, the handle of the umbrella swayed from side to side, and even people could not stand firmly.

Xing Conglian sat by the window, the scene investigation report in his hand had been flipped through several times, he closed the jiàn, and the tea on the table was cold.

He could read every word of the report, but he couldn't read what was behind it.

The neatly dressed male corpse in the hospital, the wounding case in the fruit store, the dead old man, the broken ring in the park......

This qiē seems to be unrelated, but because of the sand, it is closely and far-fetched to be connected again.

He couldn't help but think of the quiet dormitory manager, of the peaceful eyes and extremely calm words of the other man, and he wanted very much to get up, rush into the rain, run to the other man, and ask, "What do you know?" ”

Thinking so, he stood up. He picked up the key, put on his coat, and stood at the door of the police station.

In the wind and rain, the four fields are vast, and some people come from afar.

The man was holding a black umbrella, and one side of the umbrella bone was somewhat collapsed, as if it was crumbling.

However, the hand holding the umbrella was very steady, and the footsteps of walking were very steady, and even the rain falling on the surface of the umbrella made a steady sound.

Looking at the people in the rain, the convict suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Lin Chen stepped on the steps, put away his umbrella, and shook the rain off his body.

He was soaking wet, and his whole body seemed to have been fished out of the water.

Looking at the captain of the criminal police in front of him, he didn't seem surprised.

There was no greeting or small talk, he raised his head slightly, looking at the clear green eyes of the criminal police captain.

"Do you want to solve the case?" He asked.

"Yes." Almost without hesitation, the captain of the criminal police replied very dryly.

"Do you believe me?" He asked again.

"Faith."

"Are you afraid of retaliation?"

"I'm afraid." The torturer paused, he obviously saw a smile in Lin Chen's eyes, so he also laughed, he said: "But than being retaliated against, I am more afraid of seeing those people with blood on their hands at large." He was laughing, but he was serious.

"Alright, please let me join."

The torturer was stunned for a moment.

In the short minute that he made the decision to look for Lin Chen's help to go out, he thought about how to say to Lin Chen, "Please help" so that it would not be abrupt, and he also thought about how Lin Chen would refuse him.

But he never thought that Lin Chen would say to him:

Please let me join.

If he hadn't been in the director's office for five minutes in the morning, he would definitely feel that Lin Chen had been planning to participate in the case.

But when Lin Chen asked the sentence "Are you afraid of being retaliated against", he suddenly realized that Lin Chen knew very well how much pressure he would be under, and he knew very well how much pressure they would be under.

But he still held an umbrella, braved the rain, walked here, and said, "Please let me join."

He took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Why, aren't there many people who don't let you investigate the case?" ”

"Do you care?" Lin Chen smiled, "I don't care at all. ”

The penal company is of Russian descent.

Such a bloodline is extremely combative, and, this means, when he wants to do something, he will definitely love whoever fucks you.

It is very strange that he is as peaceful and stable as Lin Chen, and in his bones, he is also such a person.

The convict laughed loudly, he was choked by the smoke and coughed repeatedly, but he was still laughing.

"Welcome aboard." He reached out and threw away the still burning cigarette.

Although he didn't care about complaints or warnings, he still took into account the feelings of an old man who had been a heart attacker for many years.

Therefore, instead of taking Lin Chen back to the police station, he took people to his home at No. 6 Yanjia Lane.

The house was peaceful, and the storm was shut out.

In the same position, at different times, looking at Lin Chen on the wooden bed by the river, Xing Conglian was still a little weak-hearted.

So he took the initiative to take out a towel and make a cup of hot ginger tea.

Lin Chen didn't seem to care about the wet and cold rain, he took the dry towel and tea handed by the torture conglian, but put these things aside casually.

"I received a letter with a handful of white sand." He said this, pulling out the pink letter from his pocket that had been placed in a sealed bag.

The torturer connected the sealed bag, and looked at the delicate and wet white sand inside, he only felt that his scalp was numb.

Because he had no gloves, he could only carefully flatten the letter in a sealed bag: "Do you know who wrote this letter?" ”

Lin Chen didn't answer quickly.

Because he didn't have a deep impression of the person who wrote the letter, in his memory, it should have been a very young and quiet girl, if it wasn't for the list of people who came and went in and out of the dormitory every day, he might not have known the girl's name to this day.

He had noticed many times that the girl was secretly watching him, and many times he had received letters from the girl that had been carefully placed on his desk.

Sky blue, beige, pink, the words on the cover are very elegant, and they are always the words "Lin Chenshu", but he has never opened them......

"The sender, named Yu Yanqing, is the gardener who prunes the flowers and trees for our school."

"Gardeners are so cultured?" The convict read the letter, and he read it several times before he read the awkward verses of the correspondence.

"She's not very old, probably between 25 and 28 years old, and she should have a higher education."

"Why did she write to you?"

"She wrote me a lot of letters, and I thought she had a crush on me, so I always thought that what she wrote to me was love letters." Lin Chen stated very calmly that even when he said the word crush, he didn't blush or be shy at all, so he seemed very upright, and even a person like Lian Conglian who loved to joke couldn't make fun of the gardener's crush on the dormitory manager.

"She has a crush on you, so the white sand in the letter can't be stolen from your room as well, right?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen was very honest.

"Then why did she stuff Baisha in the letter, does this Baisha have anything to do with what happened recently?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen paused, and then said, "But I suspect it's related." ”

Torture Conglian suddenly realized: "You suspect that this matter may be related to you, so you must participate in the investigation of the case, right?" ”

Lin Chen didn't answer this question, he instead said, "No matter what, I can probably help you, isn't it?" ”

Lin Chen looked into Xing Conglian's eyes and said, "If you trust me, please send someone to search for Yu Yanqing, because she is very likely to be dead." ”