Just as Wang Sili turned her head, the long hair that fell on her shoulders loosened, and along the gaps exposed between the hair, Jiang Futing noticed the white gauze attached to her neck, and the gauze was soaked in a faint yellowish-brown color by the medicinal liquid inside.

"What's wrong with her neck?" Jiang Futing asked.

Wang Sili's unresponsive eyes suddenly flashed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck, his face was a little panicked and inferior.

"I accidentally cut it." Lin Ziqing replied very calmly, and he couldn't find any mistakes in his tone.

"How?" Jiang Futing kept looking at Wang Sili, and when he asked a question, his eyes unconsciously looked like a polished dagger with a shining light.

Lin Ziqing's face felt guilty, and he sighed with some self-reproach: "I accidentally scraped a sharp weapon when I was playing." ”

He naturally covered it up.

Jiang Futing didn't directly debunk it, and Lin Ziqing didn't know that there were blood stains on his hands that were suspected to be Wang Sili's, because he himself was not completely sure until now.

He nodded, seeing that Bai Tang was still slowly studying the menu, and the soles of his feet touched him, and the latter immediately turned his head to look at him.

Without waiting for him to speak, Bai Tang took the lead and said, "It'll be fine right away." ”

Jiang Futing didn't speak again, leaned back in the chair, and when Bai Tang wrote the menu, Wang Sili kept looking at the beautiful cloth folded in front of the dinner plate on the table, but the hand was still very carefully pressed on the wound on his neck, and his eyes without brilliance looked at the things in front of him for a long time, and he was a little distracted.

It wasn't until Bai Tang handed the menu to the other side that Wang Sili put down his hand a little uncomfortably, blinked his eyes, and then took the menu book with both hands.

Her hands were very white, but there were some bruises on the wrist of her right hand, which were more obvious in contrast, and there were some cracks on her fingers.

Wang Sili basically didn't look at the menu carefully, hurriedly flipped through a few pages, and didn't even want to read the back one, so he randomly picked the one that sold well in front and was not particularly expensive.

Lin Ziqing's preferences are very clear, and he basically ordered it without much time, but the waiting time for the food to be served was long.

Everyone sitting here hides their own thoughts, the kind that can't see the light and can't breathe through the wind on weekdays.

When they first finished ordering, everyone fell silent and did not speak, and the atmosphere was as heavy as a boulder pressed on top of their heads, and like a mask that was impermeable to oxygen.

Probably because it was too quiet, Bai Tang was uncomfortable, he made a comfortable posture and clubbed his head, bent his back relaxedly, and tilted his head towards Jiang Futing: "Okay, if I don't have enough to eat, I'll add more!" ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing nodded and made eye contact with him.

Bai Tang immediately realized, and his other free hand slowly reached into the pocket of his coat and held the cloth bag he carried inside.

"Mr. Bai's meal is quite good." Lin Ziqing followed the content of their communication, relieving the stiff atmosphere.

"Yes, he's pretty good at eating and drinking." Jiang Futing had been taking a sip of water, and noticed that Wang Sili, who was sitting opposite, took out a sketchbook and pen from his bag because he was bored.

The book turned at least half of the book before Wang Sili began to draw, and when he turned the page, he could see the outline and color on the paper that were not very clear, some light, and some heavy.

Then there is the continuous "swish" sound of the pencil rubbing on the notebook, and the tip of the pen is obviously carefully controlled when drawing, floating into the ear like scratching the ear, but there is an indescribable pleasantness.

When the girl picked up the paintbrush and waved it, there was a little more different brilliance in her eyes, like a cluster of flames suddenly lit up in the barren and dark field, and when it burned, there was only something in front of her.

Wang Sili fell into her own world, and everything on the side was silent and no longer had anything to do with her.

When she was fully immersed in her state, Lin Ziqing pinched the cup in her hand, shaking it, watching the liquid inside rise and fall left and right along the edge of the cup wall, and the little depression in her heart seemed to be eased a little.

"We're not in that relationship," he said softly, "but I ...... You know. He wrinkled his eyebrows slightly and pondered: "I like her, and I feel sorry for her." ”

Jiang Futing looked at him silently, and he paid attention to Bai Tang on the side, the different blood taken from Zhang Tong's corpse was quietly supported by Bai Tang with his fingers, suspended under the gap on the side of the table.

"I'm afraid you're here to check on her." Lin Ziqing took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say: "If her traces are leaked out, it will be bad for her, and I will put an end to such a thing." ”

Jiang Futing's inky eyes deepened little by little: "It's a matter of time before you find out about her, unless she really didn't do anything." ”

But obviously this answer was impossible now, because he could clearly see that the blood in Bai Tang's hand was slowly winding towards the opposite seat as it turned into dark red silk threads.

"I don't know if she did it." When Lin Ziqing heard this, he thought for a moment, held his forehead in some pain, and squeezed out a deep gully between his flat eyebrows, "What I can do is to buy her more time, so that they are at least not so easy to find." So ......"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyes, and when he looked at Jiang Futing, there was a gray light inside: "The people in there also include you." ”

From hearing about the relationship between the two of them with his own ears, Jiang Futing knew that with his character, he would definitely choose to do this, even if he did it all over again, just like last time.

He said coldly: "I've checked it all, how long do you think it can be delayed." ”

Lin Ziqing continued to pinch the cup in his hand, turned it around several times, and suddenly smiled: "So you already think that she did it, right?"

Jiang Futing glanced faintly to the side, and the thin line in Bai Tang's hand stopped at Wang Sili's body.

That thread passed through Wang Sili's forehead and submerged into her soul, and the brand of the murderer was deeply engraved into it.

The results have been very

Sure, Jiang Futing squinted.

The girl who looks fragile, dull and in need of protection is the murderer.

Lin Ziqing didn't seem to be too surprised by his silence, normal people would subconsciously judge Wang Sili's content when they saw it, and sometimes, even he subconsciously thought so.

It's just that he doesn't want to believe it, unless one day the police put the evidence in front of him very clearly.

His tone returned to flatness, but there was a little trust and certainty: "I believe in her." ”

He said slowly: "She said yes, she said no, she said no, she said she didn't know, she didn't know." ”

Jiang Futing looked at him with clear eyes, his maintenance of Wang Sili was very simple and pure, just like that feeling, without a single impurity.

Although he and Lin Ziqing are not the same kind of people, they can still understand the love thoughts of young people, especially at their age of hot and simple emotions.

Like a person who wishes the whole world would give him, regardless of what is right or wrong, as long as it is what he wants.

Bai Tang on the side had already withdrawn his hand, I don't know if it was out of emotion or regret, he suddenly sighed and winked at Jiang Futing: See the result, right?

Predictable.

Jiang Futing looked back at him calmly.

When he looked at Lin Ziqing again, the other party was looking at the girl who was still painting seriously, but his eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth that rose slightly turned into a circle of ripples of happiness.

Jiang Futing glanced at the book that revealed half of the picture, and in just a few minutes, a clear outline had been typed on the white paper, and the boundary between light and dark had been clearly demarcated.

The eyes of the characters are particularly expressive, as if they are about to come out of the painting.

It is only through the outline of the upper part that it is vaguely visible that the person in her painting does not seem to be herself, but she is using herself as a template.

The woman in the picture is half-curled up in pain, her back bent, the shoulder blades of her back are sharp and angular, and she bulges high as if something is trying to break free from her back.

Bai Tang leaned closer to Jiang Futing again, pressed his voice to his ear and said, "Is there going to grow wings in the back?" ”

"Possibly." Jiang Futing couldn't understand the meaning she wanted to express, and followed Bai Tang's guess and said, people at this age yearn for freedom or something, and they like to draw wings and other things, especially girls, and he has also seen a lot of this type of theme in the illustrations in the book.

And at this time, as if to confirm their suspicions.

"Huh!" The tip of the pen slid very hard across the notebook.

A black and thick line instantly appeared on the picture, which was particularly abrupt in the clean and tidy picture, like a black and terrifying centipede, and a deep long mark was printed under the line, almost cutting through the paper.

Bai Tang leaned on Jiang Futing's body and froze for a second, as if he never expected it, and sure enough, he was close to his ear again, and his tone of voice was a little surprised: "It's not!" It's so strange for people who study art

？ ”

Jiang Futing didn't respond to him, and looked at it surprisingly seriously.

A person who paints will express what is in her heart through the picture.

The movements on Wang Sili's hands did not affect the rhythm because of the abruptness just now, on the contrary, the painting style behind him was the same as the stroke just now, rough, messy, and violent.

Inadvertently, it was contaminated with the other factor.

As there are more and more chaotic and rough lines on it, the content on the back also breaks free from these fine and dense lines, and it is a pile of dense bones.

From her back grew a dense pile of bones that stretched out along her shoulder blades and converged into a trunk-like outline.

Just looking at it makes people's hearts hurt.

No one knows what Wang Sili is thinking in her heart now, and no one knows what she thought when she killed someone, but just sitting there coldly, separated from the world with her paintings, makes people feel depressed.

Jiang Futing didn't know anything else, but he could see from the painful looks of the people in the picture and the countless wreckage on his back, it was probably a very painful kind of pain.

The three people on the side were overwhelmed by the content of her paintings, and their hearts seemed to be stepped on, but the three of them were still looking at it very seriously, and the negative thing was that there was a magical power that could suck all the people into it unconsciously.

And suddenly, in a quiet atmosphere, a pleasant and light mobile phone ringtone is a bit like thunder.

(End of chapter)