Before I could react, I heard Zhang Ji object: "No! Interrogation is not child's play, and every confession represents respect for the case. Gao Cheng sneered and said: "Team Zhang, what if any of our interrogations are not as effective as Xia Zhu's interrogations?" Zhang Ji was silent for two seconds, and coldly spit out two words: "Reason." ”

yes, I would also like to know what the reason is? And now that my suspicion is gone?

Gao Cheng raised his hand and pointed: "Ask him." He was referring to Tong Haogen, who sat in a chair with his head buried all the time. Compared with the previous emotion, Tong Haogen became silent, and even his face was no longer sad, only numbness.

After many glances, he raised his head, his pupils narrowed as his gaze swept over me, and he buried his head again. This subtle change in expression fell into the eyes of everyone present, only to hear Zhang Jidao: "There must be a police officer present, me or Aaron." ”

Gao Cheng hooked the corners of his lips and turned his eyes to me, "Who do you choose?" My eyes seemed to flash with a dangerous fire, I hesitated for a moment, and pointed to Zhang Ji, Xu Jianglun's slightly stunned expression in the afterglow, but Gao Cheng pulled up a smile, "Waiting for your wonderful performance." ”

So in the room, only Zhang Ji and I were left sitting in front of the desk, and Tong Haogen was sitting on the other side. The reason why Zhang Ji was chosen instead of Xu Jianglun was because I thought that on such an occasion, Zhang Ji's momentum could be calm, and he could cause the other party to be deterred when he sat here. I'm not a police officer, so I don't know the interrogation procedure, so after a moment of silence, I first asked the question in my heart: "Mr. Tong, why did you want to murder me when you were in the gallery?" ”

Tong Haogen raised his head slightly in a panic and explained: "Miss Xia, I don't want to commit murder to you, or I don't want them to take Xiaohan's body away." It's all police, but you're not, so ......."

I paused and asked, "Do you know me?" Tong Haogen didn't hide it: "Xiao Han mentioned you to me, I didn't know about you on the mountain before, and when I arrived at the gallery, I knew that you were Sister Xia in Xiao Han's mouth." So Miss Xia, you believe me, I don't want to hurt you, you should help Xiaohan, everyone is gone, don't be tossed anymore. ”

Staring at him closely, he asked softly, "What are you afraid of?" ”

Tong Haogen was stunned, and his face was suspicious: "What? I lowered my eyes, "The child is dead, and handing it over to the forensic doctor is the fastest way to restore the truth, which is also the greatest respect for the child." The reason why you want to stop it is because the boy has a secret hidden in him. I didn't look up at Tong Haogen's expression, my eyes fell on his hands on the table, which trembled visibly as I said the last word "secret" in a flat tone.

"Miss Xia, what are you talking about? What is the secret of Xiaohan? ”

I raised my eyes and stared at him, word by word: "Bone cancer." Tong Haogen was shocked: "What bone cancer?" You said Xiaohan had bone cancer? The wide-eyed, stunned eyes, slightly open mouth, and expression can be described as in place, but I couldn't help laughing sarcastically: "Mr. Tong, I only said that the secret of Xiao Tong's body is bone cancer, did you say anything else?" ”

Immediately, Tong Haogen's face was ugly as if he had swallowed a fishbone, and I couldn't help but sigh: "When a person's credibility has been discounted, then any of his actions in the future will be considered as a second layer." Tong Haogen, your credibility was gone more than ten years ago. Should you let the child, no, let all three of your daughters come out of the shadows? ”

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The space is quiet.

I sat alone in my chair, closed my eyes and leaned my head back slightly. When I went through the scene and object in the gallery, my mind gradually entered the state, yes, this is the place I am most familiar with, how can I not reproduce the image?

Instead of stepping in through the gallery door, I leaned back against the ...... Takajo often sits in a corner recliner. At this time, I rolled my eyes and saw a white figure, and I could see that it was Xiao Tong without recognizing it, she was wearing a very beautiful white gauze skirt, which I had never seen her wear before. She was facing away from me, and the movements behind her back looked like she was cutting, but I couldn't see which one she was cutting.

Tried to get up from the recliner and approached to take a look, but couldn't give up after several attempts. I knew that my perspective could only be here, and if I wanted to force my way closer, I would only return to reality from the image, so I gave up.

The boy did not frame a painting immediately after cutting it, but stayed there, presumably looking at it. After a long while, I saw her turn sideways, and my eyes immediately drifted to the painting, and my heart was shocked, it was actually ...... That portrait of Takashiro!

By the way, the painting was always on the child's drawing paper, and even after it was finished and polished, she never took it off. The problem is that she has cut the painting now, what about the painting later? I clearly remember that I didn't see the painting at the scene.

Then the child turned her steps and walked towards me with the painting in her hand, and when I got closer, I saw that her face was expressionless, her eyes were calm, and she didn't even seem to move her eyes. Standing almost right in front of me, she looked down and handed over the painting in her hand.

I felt a chill down my spine, and I felt a chill in my heart, because I knew that she wasn't looking at me. It turns out that there is another person here, and it turns out that my perspective is its perspective! Actually, this time, I was looking through its eyes.

The painting was taken over and unfolded, Gao Cheng's appearance appeared on the drawing paper very similarly, and Xiao Tong's painting has made great progress, especially in this painting, with the slightly pulled corners of the mouth, the wise eyes, and the knife-like outline, she almost captured Gao Cheng's charm.

The child turned around and walked back to the workbench, this time sitting in a chair with her head buried. From a distant horizon, I can vaguely see what she is writing, and I don't know if it is the letter to Gao Cheng. I could see only one side of her, she didn't have any emotional ups and downs during the whole writing process, and when she finished writing, she opened the drawer and took out the envelope and put the stationery in.

At this point, I thought it would be the final scene of cutting my wrists, but instead there was a dramatic scene. When the child got up, she accidentally dragged the mat spread on the workbench, causing a dry thing near the table to fall to the ground, and she seemed to be stunned and leaned over to pick it up, but when she leaned over, she knocked over my toolbox again, and the contents fell to the ground with a bang.

She began to clean up, picking them up one by one and putting them back in, leaving three paper cutters at the end......

Because the sticker is made into a sleeve at the end of the sleeve, it may come loose when it falls off, and three paper cutters and three sticker sleeves are scattered on the ground. The little boy seemed to be stunned, and he didn't know which one to take.

At this moment, she suddenly looked up to this side, her eyes shrunk, and when she looked down again, she put a set of stickers on the paper cutter. But except for a knife with a public sticker in her hand, she held the other two in her hand. Getting up again and walking towards us, she spread out her palms, and the two paper cutters lay quietly in the palms of her hands.

Almost at a glance, I could make out the edge of my own hand, and it was, as Takashiro said, mistakenly put on a child's sticker case. The image was blurred for a moment, and when it was clear again, the child had turned around and walked to the clearing, and sat down quietly. When the first cut was made, there was blood, but it was not deep, and the blood beads came out, and she began to drip blood on her gauze skirt and smeared it with her fingers. Sometimes she will look up at this side, when the blood is insufficient, she cuts again, this time it is deeper than the previous time, and continues to smear the gauze skirt with blood, but she doesn't know that the blood gushes out a lot, and it coagulates quickly, and after the third knife, it can be seen that the child's breath is already weak, and she falls backwards.

And after the three stabs, the blood seemed to be less, and she closed her eyes and her hands were still drawing something on her skirt.

Looking at such a child, my heart welled up with great sadness, what made her yearn to paint even in the face of death? What exactly is painted on that blood-stained dress? And who is the person sitting in my place?

Xiao Tong's hands fell unconsciously, her chest no longer rose and fell, and in the final process of painting, life passed quietly.

The picture freezes, as if everything in front of you has become a painting, and the child is just the person in the painting. Wait a few more moments, the picture is still there, I know that this trip is over, and when I open my eyes, I see Gao Cheng's face diagonally above. Suddenly, my heart suddenly, I stared at my round eyes, I couldn't hide the surprise in my eyes, Gao Cheng's eyes flashed and he snorted and asked, "What do you do with a hellish expression?" ”

I shook my head slightly, not by the hell, but because I knew what the boy had drawn in the end.

She's drawing high city!

She often looked around the corner with blood to copy the portrait of Takashiro, but due to the clotting of blood and the acceleration of death, she never finished the painting. The gauze skirt is not like drawing paper, it has folding, and at first glance you can't see the content of the painting at all.

After listening to what I said, Gao Cheng blinked his eyes and asked casually, "That's it?" ”

I nodded, and he sneered: "I see that Tong Zihan is wrong, think that person's target is me?" I nodded again, indeed the child had a big problem in the whole process, at first I didn't think it, but later when she handed over the two paper knives, I realized that something was wrong, I thought that the replacement of the paper cutter sticker cover was done by someone else, but I didn't think it was the child.

Just like I could recognize my own knife at a glance, how could she have misplaced the sticker? Before I think about it, I can feel that her movements are mechanical and slow, cutting, handing paintings, walking back, writing letters, picking things, putting on sticker sets, etc., this series of behaviors are like someone commanding one action at a time. <