The hungry and thirsty traveler finally found a mountain of delicacies, but was only allowed to suck a mouthful of the soup skin on top of the porridge, filling the emptiness of dissatisfaction and awakening the dormant evil spirit in his body, which and reason ate at each other, and the tug of war between the two sides seemed to be about to cut off the body.

Mo Bei was awakened by a small moan coming from her throat, and when she opened her eyes, it was a hazy darkness in front of her, and the noisy conversation in the distance was drowned out by heavy breathing.

She didn't know where she was, or rather, she simply didn't have the energy to think about where she was. The feeling of fullness in my belly almost broke my ribs, but there was a greater emptiness hovering behind my head.

She looked around blankly, and a little fluorescence slowly appeared in the darkness, like a firefly pausing in midair, and the light point at its tail became the only exit in the darkness.

Mo Bei couldn't help but reach out to it.

As soon as Tang Song opened the door, he heard a muffled bang.

On his desk, there was a giant cactus ball, straight to the ceiling.

“……”

"Boss, about the art exhibition...... Why don't you go in? Xu Minglang almost hit Tang Song's back, he raised his head and was about to look inside when the door was closed, only to catch a glimpse of green.

Tang Song took a breath, settled down and turned around: "You sort out the materials and call them to the conference room, I'll come over later." ”

waited for Xu Minglang to walk away before he reopened the door and went in.

"What's going on?" When he got closer, he saw the picture blocked by the computer, and the entire palm of Mo Bei's right hand was attached to the cactus, and he couldn't help but feel that his hand hurt: "Don't you prick?" ”

Stab.

Mo Bei's mind was in a daze that she couldn't wake up, she saw Tang Song's momentum, and she took her hand down with a weak heart, and she didn't know if it was because there was no support or the small flower pot chassis was unstable, as soon as she moved her hand, the cactus ball fell sideways, and because it was too long, it stuck on the wall.

The atmosphere gradually solidified.

But with the sudden growth of the cactus, the feeling of panic in the stomach is gone.

Mo Bei caught some clues, tried to touch the cactus ball lightly with his fingers, and said with a mysterious mouth: "Collect?" ”

With a bang, the big guy in the office changed back to the size of an egg, and fell on the table, and the stones in the small flower pot were scattered everywhere.

“……”

She held her hands weakly.

Tang Song looked at her thorn in one hand, didn't know whether to laugh for a while, put the information on the corner of the table, and took out the tweezers from the drawer: "Hand." ”

The process of picking thorns was boring and boring, Mo Bei leaned on the table, the back of his hand was cushioned in his palm, looking at the hair spin above his head condescendingly, and he had nothing to say: "You also have two spins." ”

He hummed, plucked out a few thorns from his fingertips, and lifted them up a little, small thorns as thin as cow's hair showing shape in the side light.

"My grandmother said that the two spinners are very stubborn." She added.

Tang Song raised his head, "Do you look like me?" ”

Mo Bei shook his head lightly: "I don't know, I think you're very strange." ”

"How?"

She thought for a moment: "You don't ask anything. ”

"Then let me ask one," he said very perfunctorily, "did Liu Jiaying say anything to you?" ”

"That's it?"

He rubbed the thorns off the tweezers from the tissue and didn't lift his head: "That's it." ”

Mo Bei was silent.

Tang Song was not in a hurry, he carefully confirmed that there were no thorns in the light, put down the tweezers and got up to clean up the table, swept away the excess dirt chips, put the pebbles back into the flower pot, and then sat down again, restoring his previous gentle image: "You really don't want to say, will I force you?" ”

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what? Do you have an appetite for me? He pondered his words for a moment, but only smiled and shook his head.

He recalled the appearance of Mo Bei asleep in the car, it was not a sign of warmth and sleepiness, she may really be plagued by hunger all the time, but eating her soul seemed to bring only harm.

She chose to conceal this injury, and Tang Song also chose to believe the appearance she presented to others after concealing it.

Mo Bei stared into his eyes, trying to find some emotion other than calm in it, but in the end it was fruitless.

Tang Song didn't intend to dwell on Mobei's affairs, so he changed his words and asked, "Who is the murderer?" Is he really human? ”

Mo Bei looked at him puzzled.

"In the surveillance of the hotel where Zeng Shihan stayed, no one except herself entered or exited her room, and the door was not even opened, and she was on the eleventh floor."

This shows that the murderer has the ability to make surveillance and the human eye unobservable, and perhaps even climb eleven floors or even through walls with his bare hands.

"I can also make people invisible to me." As soon as Mo Bei's voice fell, she disappeared in front of Tang Song's eyes.

But she found that Tang Song was still staring at her, as if her gaze could pass through the barrier, and when she put away the barrier, he naturally looked away.

"But I can't go through the wall."

Tang Song didn't express an opinion on this, he glanced at the time, and picked up the information on the corner of the table: "I'm going to a meeting, you ......"

"I'm going to buy a phone." Mo Bei found a reason to leave.

"Okay." He nodded and opened the door for her, "Stay safe." ”

Tang Songmu sent her downstairs, turned her head and walked into the conference room, they were already waiting inside, with photos of Li Qing and Zeng Shihan posted on the whiteboard, and all the points that could intersect under the two were marked with red lines.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, calling Xu Minglang's name: "You just talked about the art exhibition, and then you said." ”

"Yes," Xu Minglang nodded, and pulled out two printed surveillance images, "After the death of Mr. Lin Zhao and his wife Hu Xiaoquan, their students jointly organized an art exhibition, because these two have all the external paintings in their lives are each other, the purpose of the exhibition is to commemorate the two old people, the exhibition has always been without tickets, and there are many people who come to watch during the exhibition." ”

There are a lot of valuable paintings in the museum, and the security is in place, so the quality of the surveillance is very high. The faces of Li Qing and Zeng Shihan on the image are very clear.

"Although Li Qing and Zeng Shihan are students of the same school, but different departments, we have investigated, there is no intersection in the school, in addition to that, both of them have been to this art exhibition, but the art exhibition is completely open, there are many people coming and going, I am afraid it is not easy to screen one by one......

"What else?" Tang Song asked.

Xu Minglang called up a video and projected it on the big screen: "Although the two of them are not in contact, there is a person who appeared in the exhibition hall at the same time as them. ”

Although there is no sound in the video, there is a man in the frame who seems to pass by them unintentionally or not far away.

"His name is Hu Linwei, and he opened a small gallery in the Gutang Scenic Area."

Tang Song watched the man in the video rub his fingers unconsciously against each other: "Does he watch it every day?" ”

Xu Minglang nodded: "The first day of the exhibition was September 21, that is, last Saturday, and he was in the exhibition hall. ”

Last Saturday......

Last Saturday, he and Fang Ran went on a blind date for the second time, and met Mo Bei on the way.

Last Saturday, Liu Jiaying was injured on her way home.

After that, it was Zeng Shihan and Li Qing, and the three of them were also violated, the difference was that one committed suicide, and the other two were killed as peaceful as if they were enjoying themselves.

Tang Song seems to have grasped one of the points and urgently needs to be verified: "The video of the first day is called up. ”

Xu Minglang responded, and quickly put the video on the screen.

The video sped up, but in it Hu Linwei was looking at the painting leisurely and unhurriedly, and the people around him came and went one after another, and it seemed that they couldn't disturb his attention.

Suddenly, a man walked behind him.

"Stop." Tang Song shouted, pointing to the figure in the picture with only one side, "Is there a face of her?" ”

"There should be something later." Xu Minglang clicked the mouse and slowed down the video.

As he said, the place where the video was not captured was probably also a painting, and the person turned his head to look at it, and did not stay for too long, so that his face flashed.

Xu Minglang hadn't paid attention to that person, but even if there was only one back, Tang Song knew who she was, and he didn't know that he was so familiar with her.

It was Mo Bei, and last Saturday, she also went to the art exhibition.

Not long after walking in Mobei, Hu Linwei slowly walked over there.

There was something indescribable dancing wildly in his head, and Tang Song couldn't tell if it was a corner of the truth that was about to be discovered or panic.

A sudden hint of surprise appeared in the mist.

When Liu Jiaying was violated, Mo Bei was outside, he recalled the situation in the illusion, and realized that Liu Jiaying's movements of turning her head to look at Mo Bei were unnatural, she was pushed hard, looking at the people outside.

He turned his gaze to the whiteboard.

I don't know if it's because he found the clue, he always has an indescribable weirdness when he looks at the two photos above.

What do they have to do with Mobei?

One of them is at home and the other is in the hotel, and they can't see Mobei anymore......

Tang Song turned the perspective back and forth between the two photos, his heart suddenly beat hard, and he walked to the front of the whiteboard in a few steps: "Is there a photo of Mo Bei?" ”

The people in the group were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't react for a while, but the intern shouted: "I have!" ”

She took out a photo from the folder, which was washed out of Zeng Shihan's mobile phone, the face that was secretly taken by military training.

The three photos are put together, and the weirdness is even stronger.

Tang Song stared at them for a long time, and slowly moved Mo Bei's photo to the center.

All the threads are connected together by a single photo.

Li Qing's mouth and Zeng Shihan's eyebrows and eyes are too similar to Mo Bei's.

It seems that there is finally an answer to why white paint is applied.

Because of Mobei's complexion.

Their skin color is different, so it is difficult to find out from daily photos alone, and they are not the same as Mobei, so they have been stuck in a dead corner.

As if his heartbeat was about to jump to his throat, Tang Song called Mo Bei, and after ringing for a long time, he realized that her mobile phone was broken.

He clenched his mobile phone tightly: "Wang Xiu Xu Minglang, you go to the neighborhood near Hu Linwei's house to find a neighbor to learn about his situation, Xiao He Zhaoqi go to the gallery to have a look, he is very dangerous, don't have direct contact with him." ”

"Okay."

He called Mo Bei again, but this time he was quickly connected.

"Where are you?"

Mo Bei received a call as soon as he put the mobile phone card on, and before he could open his mouth, he was stunned by his eager and stern tone: "Ah...... Hotel. ”

"You ......" His heart that had been tense fell back into his stomach, and he exhaled hard, the peace of mind came too quickly, making his brain a little trance, and he wanted to say for a long time that he wanted to pay attention to safety but was afraid of arousing her suspicion, so he could only ask her plan first: "Do you have any arrangements for the next few days?" ”

"What can I do? Where can one go......"

He was a little relieved, and heard her stumbling, "What are you doing?" ”

"Find something, I'll hang up first." Mo Bei carried a book and shook vigorously.

"Okay."

She changed the book and finally shook out a business card from it.

Mo Bei stuffed the book into the box, put everything away, picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

"Teacher Du, is my wife here?"

"That's good."

"I want you to do me a favor......"