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"And in recent years, she needs to be a painter." Lu Zenghan replied, "It doesn't matter if you can paint or not. ”

I couldn't understand the mystery, so I pursed my lips and continued to eat the sushi on my plate. It's just that my appetite is not good after all, after a while, he and I put down our chopsticks, I raised my eyes to look at him, but found that he also happened to be looking at me, his eyes were very deep, but very gentle. Once again, my heart was pounding like a deer for no apparent reason. In fact, after eating, neither he nor I would mention the word "go" first. The tatami mats in the room are beautifully lit, and if a man is like a book, Lu Zenghan's book is an oily paper book wrapped in a parchment roll, which is difficult to read but mysteriously intriguing.

Just looked at each other for more than ten minutes, I don't know what my eyes were, remorse, contradictions, and pain are about all kinds of flavors, and Lu Zenghan's eyes are just faint and struggling.

Until my phone rang, Han Muzhi asked me where I went. I explained coming out of the precinct.

"Have you eaten?" Han Muzhi asked.

"Eating." I hesitated, but I told the truth, otherwise he would have to toss for my meal, either making it himself or ordering some expensive takeout.

"With whom do you eat it?" Han Muzhi asked casually.

"Friends from the sub-bureau. I finished eating it right away. When I said this, I couldn't help but raise my eyes and look at Lu Zenghan, he snorted coldly, and I turned my head in shame. I didn't know how to lie before, but I learned to lie naturally, and it seems that it is instinct for people who are emotionally vacillating not to choose what to say.

Han Muzhi was going to pick me up, but I hurriedly said I didn't have to hang up the phone.

Lu Zenghan's lips flashed with a sneer, and he hooked his lips: "Let's go." "Proud as he is, how can he bear to be secretly replaced. I was also a little embarrassed and walked out together.

After getting into the car, Lu Zenghan glanced at me beside him, did not start the car, and said lightly: "Why don't you get on the car of a friend in the sub-bureau?" What are you doing here? ”

My face was hot for a while, and I turned around in embarrassment to open the door, his movements were much faster than mine, and he immediately pressed the lock car like lightning, and I couldn't pull the car door even if I pulled hard, and couldn't help but look at him with annoyance: "Lu Zenghan, what do you mean?" ”

I don't know how my words suddenly angered him, and I was pressed to the seat with my backhand, the hand that was holding my shoulder was very hard, and it hurt a little, Lu Zenghan leaned over and looked at me with no more composure in his eyes, full of anger: "What do I mean?" What do you mean by me? ”

It was the first time I saw him so angry, and I was so surprised that I looked at him in a daze and didn't react for a long time. It's just that I'm so close to him, and looking at his eyes, I just feel like I'm drowning in water again, sinking little by little, little by little. Lu Zenghan saw that I was ignorant, and reluctantly let go. Hooked his lips and sneered, he stepped on the accelerator and went down, and the car sped away.

Along the way, neither he nor I spoke. When I was about to arrive at the community, I said to Lu Zenghan at the previous intersection: "Please stop here." "I'm worried that Han Muzhi will pick me up at the gate of the community, and if he sees me and Lu Zenghan, I don't know what he will think.

Lu Zenghan didn't seem to hear it, and slammed the accelerator not only to turn on this light, but also to turn on the next light before stopping, Lu Zenghan said quietly: "Don't you just want to go more?" It's the same. ”

The same ghost, although they are all at an intersection from my community, but the difference between one and one more is completely different. One more light, the car will pass by the community, if Han Muzhi is at the door, he will definitely see it. Lu Zenghan really did it on purpose!

I slowly unbuckled my seat belt, and Lu Zenghan's joking voice sounded again: "If a man always asks you to lie, this person should be your father or teacher, not your boyfriend." ”

My heart trembled, Han Muzhi and I were not honest enough, but what was the use of saying this now? I looked at Lu Zenghan, and his voice trembled slightly: "Whether it should be or not, he already is." You said it too late. With that, I drove down and didn't look back. Behind him, there was the sound of cars roaring away.

Walking back to the community, Han Muzhi was waiting for me downstairs, looked behind me, and asked gently, "Did you come back by taxi?" Or did your friend send you back? ”

I was a little irritable for no reason, what was there to get to the bottom of the matter, and I couldn't help but be a little less patient: "Take a taxi." ”

Han Muzhi looked at me quietly, so plain that there was no trace of waves: "Is it?" I was a little weak-hearted, so I didn't answer, and walked quickly to the building. But Han Muzhi grabbed his wrist hard, and his voice was very low but powerful: "Answer me, right?" ”

His hand was also extraordinarily strong, and it hurt me a little, and I frowned and looked back at him, his eyes with a hint of coldness, mixed with a huge loss. After all, I couldn't bear it, looked at him and said, "Yes, Muzhi, you hurt me." ”

After I answered, Han Muzhi sighed, smiled reluctantly, let me go, and went upstairs with me. But there was nothing to say all night. Just listening to Yingying chirp alone.

The next day, Yang Yize called me early in the morning, and as Lu Zenghan expected, the police found out that the painter who used Xia Mengci as the gunman was Shen Ru, a senior student at the Nancheng Academy of Fine Arts, but he had been missing for two days, and the school had reported to the police station. The clue found that this was broken again. Yang Yize asked me to take a look at the painting again to see if I could find any clues that could help the police find Shen Ru.

I replied truthfully: "I have seen all the paintings, and the only thing that can be analyzed is probably that she has homosexual tendencies." Consider asking her classmates if she has any close female friends. ”

Yang Yize replied: "I just didn't find it." She lives in a rented house by herself, and her classmates just watch her come to class every day, and there is no communication. ”

"Have you checked the rented house?" I asked.

"Check," Yang Yize said, "except for a lot of paintings, nothing else." ”

"Take me to see the pile of paintings." I'm interested, and I'm hopeful that there will be clues in the paintings that Shen Ru didn't deliver to Xia Mengci. Yang Yize agreed, and asked me to go to the criminal police team to find him first and then set off together.

The house rented by Shen Ru is near the Academy of Fine Arts, it is not luxurious, it is just an independent small one-bedroom, an old community, the decoration is not too gorgeous, just because it is next to the school, the price is not cheap, it costs 2,000 yuan a month. According to the information provided by the school, Shen Ru's family is not good, her father is bedridden all the year round, and her mother works in a supermarket to support the family, and her life is very difficult. Shen Ru was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts that year, but she still took a student loan. It is unlikely that such a family does not live in the dormitory provided by the school and rents a house on their own, and there must be other sources of income.

The police from the police station and Yang Yize opened Shen Ru's door together, there was nothing unusual in the room, and the daily necessities were still there, not like they left in a planned way. The drinking cup that I use on weekdays is still at the head of the bed, and there is still half a glass of water in it.

The floor was littered with finished and semi-finished paintings, scattered with a few easels and boxes of unopened paint. I picked it up and looked at it, it wasn't a bargain, and then I looked at the furnishings of the house, and there was no place to spend too much money. It seems that Shen Ru's money is not willing to spend it elsewhere except for paint.

I wore gloves, moved her paintings one by one, and looked at them, and sure enough, they were exactly the same as Xia Mengci's brushstrokes, and Shen Ru was Xia Mengci's gunman. But the style is not the same, the paintings for Xia Mengci are somewhat camouflage and more artistic transformation, but the paintings in this room are capricious without a trace of concealment, the colors are wild and uncoordinated, the shapes are abstract and not beautiful, and they are completely Shen Ru's self-venting. Judging from these paintings, Shen Ru's mental condition is indeed worrying, and in the last half-finished painting, the brushstrokes are sharp, the shapes are strange, and the edges of the lines are jagged, and there is an uncontrollable aggression.

It seems that in addition to inferiority and helplessness in Shen Ru's heart, he also has deep hatred later, but he doesn't know who this hatred is for. I took pictures of Shen Ru's paintings, and waited for Yang Yize and them to survey the scene again, and then go back together. I need time to analyze Shen Ru's paintings in detail before making a report.

It was still early to return from the precinct, and I went to the post bridge to receive a visitor. Han Muzhi wasn't here today, I don't know if there was a meeting or what to do, he has been dull and silent since last night, and he hasn't paid much attention to me. I had dinner by myself outside, and it was past nine o'clock in the evening. The place to eat was only a kilometer from home, so I strolled to my home.

A few hundred meters away from home, there is a relatively remote uphill road, I walked up, suddenly a business car stopped beside me, and a middle-aged man got out of the back seat, smiled and asked me: "Miss, ask you for directions, is there a pet hospital near here——"

I was listening carefully to what he was saying, when suddenly a hand came from behind me and covered my nose and mouth, and before I could react, a strange smell had already hit my nose, and I suddenly spun around and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was, it was dark, my hands were tied from behind, and my whole body was in a dull pain. I didn't dare to say anything, it took me a long time to get used to the darkness.

After some time, there was a "pop", the top of my head lit up, and I looked around in horror, it was a large warehouse, and there were a large number of oil drums neatly stacked in it. I was thrown on the ground and I couldn't see where the door was. It wasn't until a long time later, when there was a creak on the opposite side and a person came in, that I could see that the door and the wall were gray and abrupt.

The man was the man who asked me for directions, looked at me expressionlessly, and threw me a bag of food: "Are you hungry?" ”

At this moment, my fear was far greater than my hunger, and I asked, "Who are you and why did you get me here?" ”

The man took out a folding knife from his pocket, played with it in his hand, and said coldly: "Don't worry, stay honest, naturally someone is looking for you." ”