It was unclear, and he didn't understand what it meant.

When he turned his head to ask, he found that Jiang Futing was standing there intently looking at the introduction board, motionless.

Jiang Futing looked at the words on it back and forth, and when he saw that he was familiar with it, he threw what he had set up on Lu Changku's position to speculate.

What can a young boy who has been indoctrinated since the age of six learn?

In the long run, there will only be two extremes.

A submissive one who has no mind of his own.

Another......

He looked at the sentence 'The so-called bottomless abyss, if you go down, it will be a long way forward', and for a while, there were some mixed tastes, and all kinds of flavors rolled all over his body.

That's probably the only thing Lu Changku's learned.

Jiang Futing lowered his pocket, and only then did he realize that Bai Tang's gaze was still on him, and it was not for a while.

He opened his mouth: "Indoctrination is ......"

The mobile phone rang again at an inopportune time, causing many chattering people around to look back at him, and saw that he looked like an extraordinary-looking person and bypassed him again.

These people are very strange, and they use their own standards to restrain others to strictly abide by the rules.

But no one ever realized how much their buzz would bother others at the moment.

It's all a rabble, and there are more people doing it, as if their faults and vulgarity have more grandiose appearances, and they have become less worth mentioning.

Jiang Futing glanced at the caller ID, quickly answered the phone, and whispered, "How is it?" ”

Zhou Qi took a hard breath, and he could hear that he was trying very hard to control his thoughts: "I sent it, you can see for yourself." ”

After saying that, he didn't even seem to have the strength to mention anything else, and he hung up the phone very indifferently.

Jiang Futing's heartbeat followed the mobile phone that suddenly quieted down, poof! It fell to the bottom.

A minute later, he quickly understood the reason why Zhou Qi, a person with such a big heart, would be so depressed.

The heating air permeates the whole space from the floor little by little, and the warm air from the ceiling continues to blow softly downward.

The whole building is a huge, circulating heater-making machine.

Jiang Futing's fingertips holding the mobile phone were not warm at all, and in the documents he opened, there were one after another portraits of the missing people.

At least half of the photos they had seen and had a clear impression.

Young and beautiful girls, and men with different images.

Including due orchid.

Bai Tang sat next to him, just watching silently, a little speechless for a while, except for "tsk" from time to time, or kicking his feet again later, and then slapping the vacant wood on the bench.

This kind of news speculation is the spirit of seeking knowledge and desperately pursuing the truth.

But when the truth is realized, you will still feel as if it is the first time you have learned, and it can explode in your brain again, making you confused for a while, and accept this long-established reality again.

Jiang Futing looked at his phone for a long time, until the information had been turned to the bottom, and he was still watching.

A few minutes later, the phone screen turned off, and he was looking at himself reflected in the black screen.

After the thinking was forcibly scattered, it was pieced back bit by bit.

He turned his brain mechanically.

So Ying Youlan should be the first person he killed.

Generally speaking, for the murderer, the first person is of great special significance, both psychologically and physically

Target.

For example, the modus operandi of the crime, what was his motive for committing the crime, and what was he thinking at the age of eight? To what extent has his perception and distortion of the world taken shape?

This case has been confirmed to this point, and it can basically be determined as a fairly serious serial murder case.

Even if he didn't need to speak, no matter whether he wanted to or not, Zhou Qi would definitely notify Yan Fang immediately, and then set up a task force to investigate overnight.

In addition to Lu Changku, it is only a matter of time before he touches the orphanage, it depends on who is fast.

After all, Li Shangshang still has things that he has to find a way to get.

"What ...... then" Bai Tang really couldn't hold back his mouth, and suddenly opened his mouth to disturb the purity of this moment: "Are you going to give me a dip." ”

Jiang Futing turned his head to look at him strangely, vaguely feeling that he was going to say something shocking next.

Bai Tang lived up to his expectations, leaned into his ear, and whispered disappreliantly: "I'll go find a puppet with less attention, you help me attract attention, I'll secretly resist and study, what can this puppet do." ”

Jiang Futing immediately frowned.

The court is public, and everyone is watching, and it is a shame that he can come up with this bad move!

Bai Tang perseveredly agitated: "You think clearly, after this village, there is no store, usually you can't find a puppet if you want to look for it, now it's in front of you, don't you seize the opportunity to figure it out!" ”

Jiang Futing's face was obviously not as resistant as just now, and a trace of hesitation flashed in the corners of his sharp eyes.

"Originally, it was just a puppet for everyone, I didn't steal or rob, I just studied it, and after reading it, I returned to its original place." Bai Tang racked his brains like a pyramid scheme leader:

"And I don't want you to do anything, you just need to attract the attention of others a little, are you still afraid of being discovered by me for my methods?"

Jiang Futing was finally persuaded by his unreasonable reasoning.

He responded with a slight hesitation, and Bai Tang couldn't wait to pull him up.

The two of them went back and forth in the exhibition hall, looking for a target, and the security guards looked at them as usual, Jiang Futing's face did not change, but his heart had already been flooded with waves one after another.

He deeply felt that his current behavior was similar to that of the thief who held an expensive jewelry or art exhibition in the movie.

If you look a little more flickering, with a knife in your pocket, and an anti-surveillance detector, it is really exactly the same.

He thought nonchalantly, and his arm was suddenly pulled vigorously.

Bai Tang's eyes drifted to the works on the side, and sure enough, there were very few people watching.

This work is a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, whose appearance is not as eye-catching as other dolls, and his dress is also very ordinary, so he naturally disappears from other excellent dolls.

Passers-by will only stop for a moment on this work, full of symbolism, and then step up their pace and can't wait to see the next one, and leave quickly.

Even if you really lose something like this, to be honest, it won't make people feel much sorry when compared to other amazing dolls.

Jiang Futing got Bai Tang's signal and pretended to move forward, coupled with his dress and momentum, he was very similar to many business people who came to visit.

It seems that he is thinking about something meaningfully, trying to find something he needs from these works.

If you find it, you will try your best to secretly contact the author, either buy it, or customize the work for yourself.

For some visitors who pretend to see the exhibition, this is the only point of viewing.

Jiang Futing skillfully picked up his pocket, and almost made a gesture of holding a cigarette in front of him, realizing that there was no smoke, he let go with a little embarrassment and apology.

He was thinking about where to start in order to attract attention as efficiently as possible, when the sound of a conversation in front of another work quickly caught his attention.

Jiang Futing's footsteps paused slightly, turned flexibly, and walked calmly in the direction of the sound source.

At first, he just forcibly captured the word Lu Changku in the noisy humming, piecemeal and stiff.

After taking a few steps closer, he could hear more clearly, and only then did he confirm that he had heard correctly.

The two of them were obviously very cautious about discussing in a low voice, afraid that their nonsense would be heard.

But when people are only in the 'truth' that no one usually knows, an unspeakable sense of superiority will always loom in their hearts.

They look forward to being heard, to satisfy their own unique vanity, but they are afraid to be known.

Jiang Futing walked briskly towards them with silent steps, rushing to meet them.

This puppet work looks slightly older than the boy just now, should be fifteen or sixteen years old, the age of the third year of junior high school.

It is a girl full of innocence, with a pure and clean smile on her face, and her crescent-like eyes burst with an infectious light.

It's a doll that makes people feel good when they see it.

Jiang Futing stood a few steps away from the two men, observing and listening to their whispers as if he didn't care.

It's just that there seems to be a slight disagreement between the two of them when they talk, and the whispering becomes a little more open-minded.

"I'll bet with you! This must have been done by Lu Changrong! He had a crush on this woman at that time, and the whole grade knew about it. The bespectacled man on the left suddenly raised his voice.

The man on the right immediately glared at him and warned him, gritting his teeth and popping out a few words: "If you make a little noise, you will die!"

Then the two of them tacitly agreed to be quiet for a second, turned their heads to look around, and when they turned around, they met the gaze of Jiang Futing who was standing behind.

The two men stiffened very synchronously, as if a basin of cold water had fallen from the sky and poured on them.

Jiang Futing was not surprised and gave them a gentlemanly and decent smile.

The frightening and embarrassment on the two of them, like the fur on the cat, were slightly smoothed out.

He walked towards them unhurriedly, the vigilance in the eyes of the two men was always hanging there, and his slightly hunched back was subconsciously tensed.

He stopped about two paces away from them, and then, like an ordinary admirer, looked at the work in front of him again, and asked politely:

"Excuse me, you're the author's old friend?"

The man with glasses was obviously not as good as the person next to him, and he glanced at his companion with a somewhat undetermined position, but he didn't get anything from his companion's face, he quickly withdrew his gaze and was silent.

Jiang Futing was not in a hurry, he had no intention of hiding it, he slowly spoke: "I'm a little curious, you just said that Lu Changrong did it, but isn't the author Lu Changku?"

The flat tone made it easy for those passing by him to hear, and there was no discomfort.

And just as he finished saying this, a few people who heard the words turned around curiously.

But the two people on the other side still stood there without saying a word, but the other person's face had already revealed a little impatience with him.

Be prepared to leave as soon as he says one more thing.