But... But the experts say ... Mao Daxin clenched his fists and said angrily, if he had a choice, he didn't want this person to have such a good time.

"Don't be an expert, I've seen his eyes, calm, cold, vicious, that look is not the eyes of a madman. As I said, he did this in a planned way. Jiang Qiao roared angrily, she looked at Mao Daxin helplessly lowered her eyes, realized her gaffe, took a few deep breaths, and continued: "You just said that his mother was in prison? Why go to jail? ”

Mao Daxin paused before saying, "The crime is... For murder, his mother killed his stepfather and their two children and was sentenced to life in prison. ”

"What?" Jiang Qiao said in disbelief.

Mao Daxin also didn't believe it: "At the time of the crime, the surveillance in the corridor showed that no one had ever walked out of it from the time the crime happened to the time the police entered the door. And when the police arrived, his mother was the only one in the house, sitting on the sofa with the murder weapon. It was later determined that the fruit knife held by his mother was the murder weapon, and only his mother's fingerprints were found. All of the victims died by slitting their throats in their sleep.

His mother confessed to all the charges and explained that the motive for the murder was due to an emotional discord with his stepfather. So, at that time, the case was solved with little effort. Because it's so obvious. ”

When Mao Daxin said this, he paused, and said hesitantly: "However, now it seems that the statement that the crime scene mentioned in the report at that time was only his mother is not valid. ”

"Yes, there was another person who was present at the time that no one could find, and that was him, Ayou. Therefore, whether the person was killed by his mother, or whether his mother took the blame for him in order to protect him, no one can say now. However, since the experts have determined that he has mental illness, none of this matters to him, and he is destined to go to a mental hospital for the rest of his life. ”

"Crazy? Hmph, a madman will also pick people, he specifically picks on those women who live alone in a community without a camera, plays with them in the palm of his hand, enjoys their fear enough, and then kills them, is this a madman? Hmph, that's probably in the eyes of experts, as long as most of the people who kill people because of trauma are crazy. ”

Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao's back as she left alone, choked on her words.

Jiang Qiao returned to the community, looked at Jiang Li's building, thought about it, and decided to go home. These days, she has never gone to Jiang Li, to be honest, she is complaining and angry with Jiang Li in her heart. He has been watching everything develop coldly, if he is willing to make a move, maybe Cha Cha will not have to die so miserably.

For the first time, Jiang Qiao felt that Jiang Li was actually cold-blooded.

She walked slowly home with her head down, and saw a familiar figure standing downstairs in her house.

It's Jiang Li.

Jiang Qiao instinctively flashed to the side, she thought about it, and turned around and left ruthlessly, maybe Jiang Li came to apologize to her, maybe Jiang Li didn't even know if she was angry, she just came to ask her why she didn't go to work. But no matter what, now she doesn't want to face him.

It was getting dark, and Jiang Qiao sat in the café boredly looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street. She looked at the time, more than three hours had passed, Jiang Li should have left.

Jiang Qiao walked back with heavy steps, and a long figure under the street lamp was still standing downstairs in her house. Jiang Qiao was a little surprised, Jiang Li was still there?

Could it be something important?

"You... What are you doing here? Jiang Qiao decided to ask clearly.

Jiang Li turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were still calm and indifferent, but he had an extra fluffy little head in his arms, leaning on him and falling asleep, when he heard a voice next to him, he slowly opened his big black eyes and stared curiously at the person opposite.

"Huh? This is? Jiang Qiao also found the little guy in his arms and reached out in surprise to hold it in his arms.

"This is reincarnation. However, it lost its previous memories and lost its spirituality. A trace of guilt flashed in Jiang Li's eyes.

"It's okay." Jiang Qiao cried and laughed and hugged the little guy in his arms, the little guy looked like he had just been born, leaning softly on her palm, and his small mouth the size of a mung bean was slightly open, as if he was smiling at her.

"I'm sorry, but this time I was entrusted not to meddle in this case." Jiang Li said in a low voice.

"Entrusted? Who is it? Is it the woman I accidentally saw dressed in red?" Jiang Qiao asked.

Jiang Li smiled and didn't speak, revealing the identity of the adult who suddenly visited, which was a very troublesome thing.

Jiang Qiao didn't continue to explore, she saw Jiang Li's smile and didn't say anything, and she knew that there were some secrets that she couldn't ask. She smiled and kissed the little one in her arms, and went upstairs happily.

In this life, you will definitely be able to accompany your master for a lifetime.

West Wind Primary School has four classes in three years.

Xiao Xiao Wuye sent a cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moved the guests.

Knowing that there are children who pick and promote weaving, a light falls on the fence in the middle of the night.

Teacher Lin, who teaches Chinese, watched with satisfaction as the children in the classroom recited the ancient poems in the textbook.

"Okay, students, the teacher assigned homework yesterday and asked you to preview this ancient poem in advance, can anyone tell me the meaning of this poem now?"

"I, I, I."

Several children who are particularly good at learning actively raise their hands and do not give in to each other, and everyone can want to show themselves in front of the teacher.

"Wu Shixin, you can answer." Teacher Lin casually pointed to a little boy.

After the child named Wu Shixin was named by the teacher, he stood up excitedly, took out the book that had been prepared a long time ago, and read the ancient poem that he had copied last night at a glance: "Xiao Xiao's autumn wind blows the sycamores, sending a chill, so that people who travel abroad can't help but miss their hometown... ”

As he read as he spoke, he suddenly felt his classmates around him become restless. Puzzled, he put down the notebook in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the teacher on the podium.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin on the podium did not stop everyone's commotion, but his face turned pale, and he was looking in a certain direction with his mouth wide open, his eyes full of fear. He looked at his table again, although the table was not as ugly as Mr. Lin's face, but he also had a long mouth and looked in that direction in horror. He looked around again, and everyone had a frightened expression, as if they had made an appointment.

What's going on.

He scratched his head in confusion and looked in the direction of their eyes, and when he saw what was on the wall, the Wu Shixin child also froze, and then let out a scream.

On the snow-white wall at the back of the classroom, a lifelike human face suddenly appeared, like a beautiful sculpture, with a nose, eyes and mouth exactly like a real person, and it opened its mouth wide, as if it was shouting something angrily.

The most frightening thing is that this human face ... Seems to be crying?!

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