I took out the DAP diagram I had made for the inmates before, and said while flipping through it: "I am going to Dongping Prison again on the weekend, and the psychological treatment for the inmates cannot be neglected, and every time it may play a vital role in their psychological development." One thought becomes benevolent, or one thought may be deviated. Suddenly, I flipped to Zhang Zhijun's previous pattern, and I showed it to Yang Yize, "Look at this person, I am still not at ease." So now I will carefully analyze the pictures they draw every week, and I dare not slack off, find a little problem, and focus on correction next week. ”

Yang Yize picked up the drawing, glanced at it a few times and said, "I can't understand it, but will letting them draw will change their minds?" Yang Yize was about to put down the painting, when suddenly "Huh? With a sigh, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, the casual expression on his face just now was swept away, and his eyes flashed as if he had discovered something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Did you find anything?" ”

"This-" Yang Yize was entangled for a moment, looked back at Yingying in the bathroom, and whispered to me, "This pattern is also on Xiao Yanbing's chest." Yang Yize pointed to the red part of the chest that resembled a religious pattern, "It's very similar to this, like a little man waving his arms." The one on Xiao Yanbing's chest was cut out by the murderer with a knife. ”

"Was it drawn while you were alive or when you died?" I asked.

Yang Yize waved his hand: "This is a detail, I can't say it." Originally, the white team also instructed that this symbol should not be said, but you also have this pattern, so I want to ask, who drew this? Is it an inmate in Dongping Prison? ”

"Yes." I frowned and thought, "The person who painted this is called Zhang Zhijun, an inmate from Dongping Prison, who has been released from prison. But he's not the murderer you found, he didn't go to prison for 20 years, and he didn't go to prison for drug trafficking. I once saw that the painter had an aggressive tendency on this painting, so I reported it to Dongping Prison and asked the police station to pay attention to Zhang Zhijun's move. ”

Yang Yize's eyes lit up: "I asked people to find out what this Zhang Zhijun was doing in the days when the crime happened, could he be an accomplice with the murderer?" Otherwise, how could his painting be the same as the murderer's? ”

"There's another possibility," I was about to say, when Yingying came out of the bathroom and asked, "What is possible?" ”

I laughed, "It's a possibility, I'm not here as a light bulb." I put away the painting in Yang Yize's hand and carried it back to my bedroom with the other materials on the table.

"What! You are pretending to be gods again. Yingying pouted and pulled Yang Yize into her room.

Looking at Yingying and Yang Yize, I couldn't help but send a WeChat message to Lu Zenghan: "What are you doing?" "Lu Zenghan and I are probably at the beginning, not so sweet, this week there is only one night to have a meal together, he will order me breakfast, order afternoon tea, and also call me to send WeChat, but usually just ask if you have eaten and slept in the daily life, and there are no too heartwarming words.

After waiting for a long time, he replied to me with one word: "In." "I don't understand, what do you mean? After contacting me again, I read it carefully before I understood his meat jokes.

I replied to him with three words: "Not serious." ”

He quickly replied to me this time: "I'm working, what do you think I'm doing?" After speaking, he sent me a photo, a bunch of documents and a lit computer, seeing that the place was in the office, he added: "Who is not serious and full of messy?" ”

I was choked red-faced. To quarrel with him is to kill yourself. I was still working overtime so late, and I sent another sentence: "What are you busy with?" ”

"There are a few very important contracts to sign tomorrow, and I'm settling accounts." Lu Zenghan sent me a voice message back.

"Where is your address?" I'd love to send him some supper.

"I want to send love." Lu Zenghan's voice was warm, "I'm a big man, I don't need it." Don't run around so late and rest early. ”

I put my phone down in a daze, unfairly, he knew everything about me, and I didn't even know where he lived and where he worked. I never knew what love tasted like, but now, I know that love must be willing to give to each other, and I bear the happiness brought by his love, and I am willing to give my love to him. This kind of glue is unexpectedly beautiful.

The next afternoon, Yang Yize went to Yiqiao to look for me, I had just sent off a visitor, I saw him and asked, "Is there any clue?" ”

Yang Yize raised his hand: "Don't mention it, I contacted the police station when I went back last night, and they said that since Zhang Zhijun was released from prison, he was honest, helping in a fruit shop, busy every day, and completely reformed his mind." Today, I went to the fruit store to inquire, and in the two days of the typhoon, he also went to help the fruit store collect the stall and store the fruit, and he didn't go to Nanqi Island at all. ”

I thought about it and said, "I wanted to say last night that there is another possibility, maybe that painting was not painted by Zhang Zhijun. ”

"Not him?" Yang Yize looked puzzled, "Could it be that the murderer painted it?" ”

"Possibly. This murderer is good at diverting attention, such as with a raincoat. This painting may also have been painted by the murderer, and it was exchanged with Zhang Zhijun. Because he didn't know how to analyze painting, he wasn't sure that he could hide his true heart, so he thought of exchanging this method with others. I replied, "It's just that how did Dongping Prison collect everyone's paintings at that time, how can they be confused?" I happened to be over the weekend and I went to ask what was going on. ”

"Okay, then I'll go to Zhang Zhijun again, maybe he is very familiar with the murderer, so I will change paintings with him." Yang Yize's eyes lit up, "I'll report to the white team immediately, this clue is too valuable, maybe through Zhang Zhijun, the murderer will be caught soon." ”

Having dinner with Lu Zenghan on Friday night, he glanced at me and said, "You will wear this when you go to Dongping Prison tomorrow to see those prisoners?" ”

"You know again?" I froze for a moment, no action I could make to his vision, "What else do you not know about me?" ”

"I don't know the lower limit of your IQ yet, but I can refresh the lower limit of my cognition every time." Lu Zenghan's face was not very good-looking, "Slim shirts, professional trousers, you are not afraid that they will play hooligans with their eyes?" ”

"It's professional attire." I argued, "So what are you talking about?" ”

"I'm going to buy it after dinner." Lu Zenghan pointed to the opposite side of the glass window and snorted coldly, "There is a place called a shopping mall." ”

I pouted, angry and funny, he really wasn't an ordinary person's thinking, and the focus of his concern was never on the tune. After a quick meal, he drove me directly to a shopping mall not far away and carefully selected. The mall's clothing brands are on the mid-range side, and they're suitable for older people. I went back and forth, but none of them were suitable. Occasionally, he shook his head dissatisfiedly.

It's just that when Lu Zenghan walked around the mall, he could feel the focused eyes of different women around him, he was too dazzling. Finally at the door of a store, Lu Zenghan stopped his steps, and his eyes lit up: "This is okay." ”

After speaking, he went in and pointed to a set of light coffee-colored casual clothes: "Go in and try it." ”

I came out of the fitting room, I couldn't say a word, in addition to wrapping me without any curves, it also looked like my face was sallow, like a seriously ill patient, the waitress was afraid that I wouldn't like it, and hurriedly said: "We have other colors, why don't you try royal blue?" ”

"No, this is good." Lu Zenghan bowed his head and smiled with satisfaction, "Very righteous." That's it. Let's get a ticket. ”

What does it mean to be very righteous? When I was changing clothes in the fitting room, I used my mobile phone to Baidu by the way: "What does it mean to say that a woman is righteous", and Du Niang gave me the answer, "It's ugly and safe." There is also a saying, "Flat chest is justice." ”

"Lu Zenghan!" I changed my clothes in two or two and rushed out to settle accounts with him, but I didn't see anyone.

"I'm going to the cash desk." The waiter smiled a little stiffly, "Your boyfriend is so handsome and has good taste - unique." ”

The money was paid, and the waiter was finally able to speak freely. I don't know if the waiter was referring to his taste in clothes or to me as a person. I smiled awkwardly, waited for Lu Zenghan to come back with the ticket, and hurriedly pulled him away.

Early on Saturday morning, Lu Zenghan came to pick me up and took me to Dongping Prison. I told him to go first if he was busy, and it would take me about two hours.

Mei Zijun also came in the middle of my class, and as if nothing had happened, he still carefully watched how I gave the inmates how to draw and treat, occasionally asking two questions. After the treatment, I didn't bother to pack up my things and went straight to Officer Xu's office and asked him about the last DAP test: "How did it work?" Can you make sure that the paintings you receive accurately correspond to the person? ”

Officer Xu recalled and said, "I remember that last time, according to your request, we expanded the scope and selected 50 inmates, and then gathered them in a large room, painted them under our supervision, and then put them away. I specifically told them to make sure that the characters and paintings correspond accurately, and they also numbered them, so they would not be mistaken. ”

I thought for a moment and asked, "How long did it take from the time you notified them to the time they were concentrated?" ”

Officer Xu said, "Because I have to prepare tables and chairs in the room, it will take about two hours." "Two hours is enough for the murderer and Zhang Zhijun to make an appointment.

I asked, "Can the seating order be restored?" ”

Officer Xu nodded: "Yes, it's numbered." I'll check the serial number. What information do you want? ”

I replied, "I want a list of people who are in front of and behind Zhang Zhijun, and you can be next to him." ”

Officer Xu quickly flipped through the file to the seating list, gave me the list, and asked curiously, "Why do you suddenly want this?" Did something happen to Zhang Zhijun? ”

"Zhang Zhijun is fine, but the last painting may be related to a recent case. I was instructed by Officer Yang Yize to ask about these things. "I put the list away, said a few more words to Officer Xu and left.