In Zhang Lin's studio-like home, Li Muyu and Zhang Lin sat opposite each other in the bedroom of Zhang Lin's house, Li Muyu sat on a chair, and Zhang Lin sat on the bed and looked at each other.

"Do you know about the murder that happened at Parade the other day?" Li Muyu broke the silence first.

"Yes. But I don't think it has anything to do with me. Zhang Lin was calm when he answered Li Muyu's inquiry. A face that is already literary and handsome adds a touch of calm wisdom.

Li Muyu smiled and said: "It's nothing, just ask, by the way, the homicide in Baili Department Store is man-made, and we already have the evidence." But it's not you, of course. It's just that I want to ask, was the plastic model in the women's clothing area on the fourth floor of Baileys Department Store designed by you? ”

Zhang Lin nodded: "I designed it, what?" ”

"So I want to know, who is the prototype of this design?"

When Zhang Lin heard Li Muyu say this, there was a trace of unnaturalness in his eyes: "What...... How can there be a prototype? It was just a plastic model, and the design concept was my own idea. ”

"Oh, yes, but according to the surveillance video, the suspect is very similar to the plastic model of women's clothing, which means that the suspect is likely to be the prototype of the plastic model of women's clothing you designed." Li Muyu continued.

"How could it be ......," Zhang Lin said with a frown.

"But that's true, and judging from the traces of the crime scene, it was indeed this woman who committed the crime, but she ran away later, and now according to the same body characteristics of that woman as a plastic model, we can only suspect you, the designer of the women's clothing model." Li Muyu took a sip of water.

"If you can't explain your relationship with that woman, then we can only arrest you. We have reason to suspect that you are also an accomplice. Li Muyu put down the drinking water cup and reached out to touch the pocket of his pants behind him.

Zhang Lin's eyes were a little flustered, and when he saw Li Muyu reaching back, as if he was going to touch the policeman's handcuffs, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and defended himself: "Fart, how can she ......kill someone when she is dead" But Zhang Lin regretted it after speaking.

Li Muyu took back the hand that was stretched out behind him, sat down and looked at Zhang Lin with a smile and said, "How do you know that she is dead?" That's a good point, but what else can you tell me? In fact, just now, Li Muyu had already judged that Zhang Lin was calm on the surface, but in fact he was a young man who was not deeply involved in the world, so he fabricated some obvious lies and then intimidated him a little, Zhang Lin did leak his mouth.

In fact, if Zhang Lin bites himself and doesn't know anything, Li Muyu can't do anything at all, Li Muyu reaches out to take out the handcuffs and threatens to arrest Zhang Lin is nonsense, because Li Muyu has no right to arrest Zhang Lin at all. But Zhang Lin originally had a ghost in his heart, so Li Muyu was so frightened that he really believed it.

Zhang Lin said that he missed his mouth and bowed his head and said nothing, but Li Muyu looked at Zhang Lin and smiled, since Zhang Lin had already said it, he was not afraid that Zhang Lin would continue to stalemate.

"So, do you know what happened to this haunted building the other day?" Li Muyu pointed to the ceiling and asked Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin looked up at Li Muyu, and then asked Li Muyu rhetorically: "Do you believe in this kind of thing if you are a policeman?" ”

Li Muyu smiled and didn't answer Zhang Lin, but continued: "She did die, but she was here a few days ago. Looks like it's coming for you. ”

Zhang Lin's head lowered again, but Li Muyu saw that there was some strange look in Zhang Lin's eyes.

She killed Xu Chaoyang, but not Guo Ming. I don't know who killed her. Li Muyu said to himself.

Zhang Lin looked up at Li Muyu again, and after showing a hint of struggle in his eyes, he said, "Mengsha committed suicide." ”

"Suicide?!" Li Muyu looked at Zhang Lin with some surprise.

Zhang Lin's eyes revealed a trace of guilt and said, "Yes, she committed suicide, but we killed her." ”

Li Muyu and the difference, I don't know why Zhang Lin admitted that he killed the woman, and at the same time, Li Muyu also heard that the death of the woman named Mengsha seemed to have something to do with many people.

"It's really haunted here a few days ago, I saw it, I saw Mengsha, it's her, it's not wrong, it's still so beautiful, it's still so shockingly beautiful, she's Mengsha, it's that angel." Zhang Lin said to himself.

Li Muyu looked at Zhang Lin with some surprise, and at the same time, Li Muyu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard the description that the female ghost was an angel.

"I went home that day and painted as usual, and it was none other than Mengsha. Ever since Monsha died, I have often dreamed of her and her beauty, so I have to use all my means to keep her, on paper, on sculpture.

I painted Mengsha again that day, but since she committed suicide, in my paintings, Mengsha has become the image of her back to me, because it is not her, but I am ashamed to see her, so all the painting paper, she has her back to me, but even so, it still can't cover her beauty.

But on that day, when I sketched the last stroke of Mengsha's buttocks, I had a flower in front of my eyes, yes, I vaguely saw Mengsha in the painting move, but I didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that it was due to the alcoholism that caused my vision problems, I rubbed my eyes and sorted out Mengsha's portrait again.

I got ready to go to bed after I had everything tidied up, and I enjoyed sleeping every day, and I liked the feeling of no burden and no guilt in my dreams. But just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard movement in the living room.

I thought it was a thief, thinking that there were many portraits of Monsha in the living room, and remembering the experience caused by a previous mistake, I decided that I could not let Monsha's paintings be lost, and I stepped on my shoes, and I ran to the living room desperately.

But there are no thieves in the living room, only the portraits of Mengsha scattered all over the place, which I have painted in the past few days, but now, they are actually spread on the ground one by one, and the ground is full of Mengsha with his back to me.

I didn't know what was going on, so I reached out to pick up the paintings that had fallen on the ground, but when I stretched out my hand, the Mengsha in those paintings moved, and the Mengsha, who was originally facing away from me, moved, and they slowly turned around one by one, on the ground, on the white paper, and one by one Mengsha slowly turned around like a living person......

Finally, I saw Monsha's face, and I saw those pale eyes. It was a pair of resentful eyes, and it was staring at me deadly. When I saw this, I knew that everything was my fault, it was my fault, it was my ......," Zhang Lin said, and his emotions became more and more excited.

Li Muyu knew that Zhang Lin was talking about the haunted situation that day, but Li Muyu couldn't help but become more and more curious, what is the relationship between this Mengsha and Zhang Lin, Li Muyu couldn't help asking: "Mengsha and you have known each other before?" ”