Even Jiang Futing didn't know how to react for a while, it would be difficult for you to stop it openly, even if you had the opportunity to stop it, you were afraid of hitting its enthusiasm to change its mind.

Judging from the short time they got along for a while, Lu Changku's simplicity was carved into his bones, and he would not rot his bones because he rolled in the stinking swamp.

In addition to real fear, cowardice also has low self-esteem, which is the result of excessive kindness and the evolution of simple mistakes.

But it doesn't change at all.

After turning to a certain page, Lu Changku's movements stopped.

The criminal policeman holding the diary kept staring with his head slightly hanging his head from the beginning, and when he saw the content on the page, a trace of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

I didn't care about the trembling appearance just now, and I almost put the notebook in my hand on my face.

Zhou Qi was attracted by his actions, and spread his hands over: "I'll take a look."

The criminal police responded, and when he handed over the diary to Zhou Qi, he didn't waste a single opportunity, and took the opportunity to read two more lines.

Bai Tang once again silently stuck behind Zhou Qi's back, and beckoned to Jiang Futing by the way.

The page in the diary happened to be written the night before Lu Changku's accident:

Evergreen has another lover, this time a girl.

As before, whether it is a boyfriend or a girlfriend, he always feels that his love has not had time to start vigorously, and it ended in a hurry.

I can see that every love he has is not sincere, and he only enjoys the freshness of that moment.

It's a pity that the freshness comes and goes in a hurry like his feelings, and he doesn't even have time to leave a trace.

I thought about admonishing him, but I didn't know what capacity or position to persuade him, and I was afraid that the way was wrong, and he would get angry.

I could feel that he had a completely different attitude towards me than others.

He is forbearant and humble to outsiders. But it all didn't work before my eyes, and he seemed to be trying to use me as a catharsis for my emotions.

He would still look at me for a long time, which made me very uncomfortable and walking on thin ice.

I noticed a few times, asked a few times, but his gaze became more unscrupulous.

I didn't quite understand this kind of look until I came home in the afternoon and passed by the pet store at the corner of the street.

That was my first stop, and there was a very cute puppy in the store that caught my eye.

When I had seen enough and looked up, I saw myself in the reflection of the shop window, the same as my brother's eyes.

Jiang Futing's first reaction after reading it was to observe Lu Changku, who wrote this thing.

But Lu Changkut didn't give him any extra change in expression.

He stood calmly to one side, hanging his head slightly, but his exquisite peach blossom eyes were like hooks, and they kept falling on his diary.

Although there was no more abnormal reaction, there was no superfluous cover-up.

It seems that the diary was written by himself, and the contents are also true.

Zhou Qi's first reaction was the girl who appeared in the diary, judging from the intuition since the long-term case, the girl in it is likely to be

Become one of the victims.

Did he kill his brother's girlfriend just because his brother had a strange attitude towards him?

Just victim paranoia?

That's not right!

Zhou Qi quickly flipped a few pages forward, glanced at it hastily, and felt more and more wrong: "Is this sure that Lu Changku wrote it?"

And not the dead Lu Changrong?

It's just that the latter sentence was swallowed back by him.

The diary can be said to be the truest portrayal of a person, looking at things, what kind of character, what kind of person.

But how is this different from Lu Changku's cognition in his cognition, just from the text, this is most likely a gentle person, not to mention extreme and paranoid.

This kind of person is the kind of person who obviously hit someone first, but he rushes up to apologize to you first.

A strong sense of disobedience made his head dizzy for a while.

"He wrote it." Just when everyone was in a similar confusion, Jiang Futing suddenly said in a firm tone: "Lu Changku's right hand was injured in his early years, and even if he was healed, he left psychological trauma, so he forcibly turned himself into a left-hander, and the direction of the pen on this can be seen."

But if it was really written by Lu Changku, what does that mean?

The previous diary didn't say that he committed the crime, and he didn't even know that he had made people into dolls.

There can't be people who are so scheming that they even have to disguise their own diaries.

To be able to write such simple content, and to be a teenage boy, this is simply impossible!

If it is impossible, this means that it is no longer Lu Changku, but his younger brother!

Thinking about it this way, I really reversed the positions of the two brothers' suspects and victims...... Whether it's the criminal psychology profile obtained from the strict team, or the detailed characteristics learned from the interviews of people who know people in the past, or the present.

All the sense of disobedience that was originally forcibly pressed on Lu Changku's body suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Qi quickly judged something from his words, this case was already exhausting, and the clues and brains were all messed up.

This will not be another errand pool, even one more clue aimed at the wrong point can make him crazy.

He said a little anxiously: "When you asked me to check his identity that day, I can be sure that the identity confirmation is not wrong, and the match between the fingerprint and Lu Changku's is 100%!"

Jiang Futing's eyes were like sharp eyes, like a knife and an axe: "The information can be changed, the evidence can also be forged, or the sampled fingerprints were accidentally dropped." Twins are different from ordinary people, and even if there is a small difference, it is difficult to notice it immediately. ”

Zhou Qi was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to be convinced, he felt that it was impossible again: "The evidence and information are all done by trustworthy people in the team, and it is impossible to make mistakes!"

Jiang Futing couldn't tell him that Lu Changrong took possession of Lu Changku's body, so he could only reply ambiguously: "The mistake may not have been made when it was in the hand, maybe it was wrong from the beginning."

Zhou Qi continued to stare at the book a little distractedly, and his heart became more and more sleepy.

At this time, the criminal police who were searching outside were already concentrated in twos and threes

Go back to the bedroom door.

"Brother Zhou, there is no one else in this room!"

Zhou Qi glanced at the person who reported it, nodded absentmindedly, and then glanced strangely at the room where everyone was now, retracted his gaze, and returned to his notebook.

But I don't know what he thought, his face changed, and he suddenly asked: "Are you sure that the police who petitioned three years ago searched the house?"

The man who made the report tensed his back and thought about it seriously for a while before replying, "I searched it."

Zhou Qi shook the notebook in his hand: "Why haven't I seen this in the physical evidence department?"

"This ......" The man hesitated for a moment, didn't dare to answer randomly, and then took out his mobile phone: "Why don't I find the person who handled this case back then and ask?"

Zhou Qi stared at him for a moment, and then waved his hand frustratedly: "Forget it."

Jiang Futing immediately understood his intention in asking this question, since this book didn't appear three years ago, why did it suddenly appear again now?

Either the case was not handled carefully and was missed, or it was really not in this room at the time.

And something so important and obvious, it is obviously impossible to see it, that is, it was hidden at that time.

If it's hidden, why is it suddenly put back in this room now?

He glanced at Lu Changku, but Lu Changku, except for his nostalgia for the diary, had no extra emotions.

I guess he just died, and he didn't even know where he was or what was going on.

And Lu Changku's leading him back to this place should be as simple as reading a diary.

The appearance of this journal was supposed to be an accident, and it was probably meant to know something else and intend to tell them.

Coincidentally, the police are also here.

Jiang Futing thought about it and turned around slightly, just as he collided with Zhou Qi's gaze impartially.

Judging from Zhou Qi's reaction, he is somewhat similar to his own guess.

It's just an accident in their eyes, but in Lu Changrong's eyes, it's likely to be intentional.

It was not the first time that Jiang Futing had been guided by him, and now that he had encountered such a situation again, he had an intuition that was difficult to express.

It seems that Lu Changrong hid in the shadows and deliberately took the initiative to open a small opening to show them the gauze covering the truth.

After seeing the shadow of the truth, it will make them want to jump even more, and chase after them to investigate.

But why did he deliberately open that opening? Waiting for them to jump in and check?

When Jiang Futing was confused, he only heard Zhou Qi ask unexpectedly: "By the way, what about your friend?" It seemed to be here a second ago, how could this be gone? ”

Jiang Futing followed his words, and his mind slowly returned to his place, and only then did he realize that he didn't know when Bai Tang went out.

Just when the two of them stared at each other, Bai Tang called out from outside the room: "Jiang Futing, come here."

His voice was unexpected

Everyone howled.

Everyone squeezed into the living room together, blocking the road so much that even the oxygen was a little thinner.

As soon as Jiang Futing walked out of the house, he noticed half a blurred figure from the side of his vision.

He turned his head towards the corridor and saw Bai Tang standing in the middle of the white wall of the bedroom and study, and a huge porch painting hung on the wall.

According to the size design of most of the hanging paintings on the market, the visual inspection of this painting is two meters four high and one meter two wide.

Jiang Futing has no special artistic connotation, he can't understand the content of the painting, he only knows that the ink is heavy and colorful, the brushstrokes are rough and blunt, and he looks bold and uninhibited, wantonly swaying to vent another layer of the author's heart.

Bai Tang stood in front of the painting with his hands behind his back, and the frame seemed to frame his white figure together, and the colors of the group of demons suddenly embellished with a beauty that others could not reach, like a pearl falling into the mud, but it was not stained with dust, and the streamer was scorching.

When he realized the arrival, as soon as he looked back, his face as bright as the moon was completely reflected in the painting.

Bai Tang smiled lazily, raised his hand and knocked on the painting, obviously not just for them to appreciate.

Zhou Qi immediately understood, and casually pulled a teammate to carefully take the painting together.

Jiang Futing took the opportunity to walk to Bai Tang's side, and asked in a suppressed voice, "What did you find?"

Bai Tang stared at their busy backs, and whispered back: "I haven't figured it out, but there is a strange aura in it, it should be left by Lu Changrong."

As he spoke, he also glanced at Lu Changku, who was following him on the side.

Judging from its blank look, it is not very sure, but it only vaguely retains a subconscious judgment to lure them over.

If Lu Changku's memory is disturbed again, it means ...... The Immortals must have appeared here!

(End of chapter)