The actress sat down and faced Xu Chong sideways. The hand she held on her knee couldn't help but tremble, and she suddenly shouted, "Officer Xu!" Perhaps thinking that she had reacted too aggressively, she tilted her head and was silent for a moment before lowering her voice and saying, "Don't laugh......"

Her eyes looked straight into the ground, which was clean and free of dust. But she remembers distinctly that a few days ago, in this very place, her husband broke her head. Thinking of the pain of her broken head and all the things she had endured in the past, she couldn't restrain her hatred for the man—but maybe she shouldn't call him a husband now, because he was dead. Thinking of this, the hatred in her eyes quickly faded again.

She slowly turned her head to look at Xu Chong, and said in a soothing tone: "Everything pays attention to one evidence." Don't think that just because you're a police officer, you can convict anyone at will. ”

The person who played against her was probably the same as Lin Yunze, he was very familiar with the script, remembered every punctuation mark very clearly, and almost without hesitation, he said the next sentence: "These are the things I found in the burned house...... No one escapes the law. ”

Lin Yunze can't tell whether he is an actor or not. He spoke his lines dryly, without any emotion, but recited the lines very bluntly.

But the actress on stage doesn't seem to be affected, and her emotions are still abundant. When she saw the envelope, she couldn't help but tilt back, her eyes dodging, as if it were something terrible. But she was afraid of Xu Chong's cunzài, so she had to straighten her body, and even her face stiffened.

Next, Xu Chong ran out of lines, and the person who played him stepped aside. But the actress's play is not over yet. Her gaze followed Xu Chong to the door—her son had returned.

As if she had been pricked by a needle, she stood up sharply and hurriedly put away the "photo".

Lin Yunze watched her performance thoughtfully. In this short performance of a few minutes, she performs two kinds of hatred, one is the hatred of remembering her dead husband, and the other is the hatred that is invisible when she sees the photograph - the former hates her to be happy, the latter hates her to be afraid.

Put it away and put it away. The women undoubtedly performed very well.

But it's not without its shortcomings, she put it too far and didn't collect enough. You must know that Sheng Xia is facing Xu Chong, who has more than 20 years of experience in investigating cases, and he has interrogated countless prisoners, and a small movement or an unreasonable look is enough to arouse his suspicion.

Was Sheng Xia scared when she heard that Xu Chong was suspicious of her? Lin Yunze believes that the answer is no. When she killed someone, she had already expected this day to come. The confrontation with the police had been rehearsed countless times in her mind. She may not be too calm when answering questions, and she will show her sadness, but there is no hatred in these feelings.

Midsummer had already released her hatred for her husband, and the moment she saw her husband breathing, she had no hatred in her heart. She was like a bird that had just come out of the cage, and she wanted to call out the window a few times to show her joy.

The photos Xu Chong took out were unexpected to her, but she was well aware that they did not pose a threat and could not be used as evidence to identify her as the murderer. She scrambling to put away the photos because she saw her son, who was her salvation, and she didn't want him to know about her sordid past.

Therefore, the rich expressions and inner drama of the No. 1 actor are added to the snake here, which has become a burden to her.

Lin Yunze was still thinking before she was ready to go on the stage, if she came to play the previous scene, she would choose to use a more obscure way of acting, suppressing Midsummer's heart throughout the whole process, without revealing a single flaw.

After the No. 1 actor stepped down, Lin Yunze walked up. She looked directly at Xie Jia and gave him an appropriate smile.

At that moment, there were so many people sitting in the field, only Xie Jia immediately understood the meaning of this laugh. This is the laughter of the middle of summer, on that afternoon many years ago, when I was still a junior high school student, I was stumbling home. The ponytail swept over the girl's smooth neck, with a little itchy and prickly feeling.

The girl jumped higher and higher, and the smile on her face grew. As soon as she looked up, she saw her home in the distance, surrounded by a crowd and sirens ringing in her ears. She wondered if she cried out now, crying like crazy, would someone walk around her? Or that she laughed so much that her intestines knotted and fell to the ground, would anyone call her a little madman?

Or everyone still thinks of her as an ordinary little girl, even if she says that she killed her father with her own hands, no one will believe her.

But in the end, all the thoughts in her heart floated on her face, and they only turned into a shallow smile - from today on, she was free.

Xie Jia couldn't help but sit up straight when he saw the smile. He asked the person next to him who the actor was. Xie Jia has been filming abroad all the year round and is not familiar with the domestic entertainment industry. Someone printed out all the actresses' profiles and put them aside. Now Xie Jia asked, and the others hurriedly found Lin Yunze's information and handed it to her.

The person who handed it also looked over: "Lin Yunze? Who is this person, is he famous? Whoever he asked, he said he didn't know. Only one person hesitated for a moment and said that she was Zhou Jing's new signing, but she didn't seem to have acted in any works. They didn't expect that among the group of people sitting here, the one who was most familiar with the name Lin Yunze was Xie Jia.

He looked at Lin Yunze, who had already lowered his head in the stands to prepare for the performance, and was surprised, was she really the little girl from two months ago?

Lin Yunze sat on a chair, her right hand slowly sliding through the air, as if stroking a person's head.

Her back was hunched, her eyes were empty, and a motherly temperament emanated from her. Her hand stroking the human head was really gentle, but the other hand was extremely stiff, and her leg was bent into an abnormal shape.

Xie Jia understood. He silently recited her husband's lines in his heart: "Midsummer, I'm sorry for you, you beat me and scold me!" ”

The drunken husband threw himself on Midsummer's knees, cried unhumanly, and begged her for forgiveness.

Sheng Xia touched his head and hand, and didn't understand why he was completely insensitive when he heard the man's apology now?

She remembered the story "The Wolf Comes". After her husband beat her for the first time, he begged her for forgiveness, and she forgave her. After her husband beat her for the second time, he promised not to beat her again, and she forgave him again. After that, there was a third and fourth...... To this day, her husband is still crying and begging her, and she feels that her heart will not be shaken anymore.

After repeated times, the little love she had for her husband had been eroded.

In her husband's drunken words, she touched her husband's head again and again, which was not only comforting her husband, but also convincing herself again and again...... Forgave him this time, and next time he would still raise his fist at her. The former vow of the alliance disappeared without a trace as early as the bankruptcy of her husband. Maybe she remembers, that's why she forgives him. But he had apparently forgotten.

A ridiculous sense of betrayal suddenly rose in her heart. She scoffed, and then immediately retracted.

She stopped and gently pressed her hand to her husband's hair. Her husband's hair was stiff, like a thorn, and it was stuck in the palm of her hand. The tingling sensation, along with the pain in her body, climbed all the way down the arteries to her heart.

The husband's apologetic voice became lower and lower, and he finally couldn't resist the drunkenness and fell asleep in a daze.

Midsummer raised his chin slightly and gritted his teeth. The pain that had been wrapped in her heart slowly soaked through her skin and finally floated on her face. She had thought that she had come out of the darkness more than ten years ago, but it turned out that she had been in it for so many years.

There is no light here, only hate. Hate her father, hate her husband, hate herself, why she was here in the first place.

But she longs for the light, for escape.

She set her eyes on the back of her husband's head, which was perhaps her only exit.