Qiu Yuchuan took out the portrait of the girl just now.

"That's what you call Jasmine?" Liu Mengwei didn't understand what kind of fame he was going to make.

"That's what the 17th said." Qiu Yuchuan replied.

"Number 17?" Liu Meng reacted slightly, and then realized that he was talking about Lin Xuerou.

"It's the little girl you sent in. I've heard that as long as the guardian signs it, she moves in. Do you have a guardian? Ask him to sign too, and you will stay in room 18. Qiu Yuchuan was still crazy about his little abacus.

Hearing this, Liu Mengwei couldn't help but be stunned. Was Lin Xuerou really sent to such a "good for her" place because of herself and because of an autograph?

"How is Lin Xuerou now?"

"Who?" Qiu Yuchuan's face showed a confused expression.

Liu Meng said slightly angrily: "Don't pretend to be stupid for me!" She is not No. 17, she has a name and a surname, her name is Lin Xuerou. ”

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yuchuan shook his head: "No, Lin Xuerou has disappeared." ”

Although the nerves that preserve memories have failed, the autonomic nerves still seem to be functioning normally, Lin Xuerou has not forgotten how to breathe, eat, her heart is beating, blood is flowing, and the memory of painting remains in the muscles of her right arm, leaving traces on the paper of the consciousness that passes by her brain.

Lin Xuerou painted more than one painting, in addition to the single portrait, there was also a painting of a carriage surrounded by flowers, and a girl wearing a garland sat on the carriage, but because the portrait was too small, or because of the garland on her head, she could not see whether there was the same round mole or birthmark on the corner of her right eyebrow, and it was impossible to confirm whether it was the same person; There is also a picture of an ancient lady with clouds and fog and sideburns, and wide sleeves. Other paintings are less coherent, more like a jumble of lines or scribbles.

Liu Meng looked at these paintings several times over and over slightly, and finally picked up the full-body portrait of the girl: "I seem to have seen this dress she is wearing." ”

She was talking about the red dress that Lin Xuerou wore on the first day she came back. The skirt in the painting has a spiral pattern that opens from the middle to the periphery, and you can immediately identify it as the flower branch pattern wrapped around the red dress when compared to the real thing. Two days ago, in order to test Gao Caiqin, she specially asked Ling Ling to wear that skirt and accompany her in a play.

She had only seen Lin Xuerou once before, and she didn't know what was special about this little girl, and thought it was Gao Caiqin's dream, but she didn't expect that these two people were the key, the other was the lock, and when they touched together, they opened the magic box.

Liu Mengwei gently shrunk the mark on the corner of the girl's eyebrows.

"Jasmine...... With a name, the appearance also has characteristics, and it doesn't look hard to find. Liu Mengwei muttered to herself.

"What are you going to do with her? She's dead. Qiu Yuchuan asked suspiciously: "If you want to find her ghost, you don't have to go anywhere else, she seems to be in the body of No. 17." ”

"But you said that every half hour his memory would restart, why could she still remember this Jasmine?"

"That's what I find weird, too." Qiu Yuchuan frowned slightly: "But this seems to be the only memory she has left." He said, pointing to the paintings on the table.

"You can try again, if you can ask for something new, but I'm not hopeful." Qiu Yuchuan said.

Liu Mengwei suddenly thought to herself, they might not be able to ask anything, but her key may know the mysteries that had happened in her spiritual world.

She quickly put away all the drawing paper on the table and was about to leave, but Qiu Yuchuan's annoying face blocked her again.

"If you don't ask, you're a thief." Qiu Yuchuan said with a strange smile.

Liu Meng gritted his teeth slightly and said, "What do you want?" ”

"What do I think, doesn't Miss Liu already know?" Qiu Yuchuan's greedy gaze wandered across her face.

"What a beautiful head, I want to open it up and take a look." Qiu Yuchuan's excited voice trembled.

"I said, you don't think about it!" Liu Mengwei tightly protected the few pieces of drawing paper in his arms.

"Then leave the stuff behind." Qiu Yuchuan lowered his face: "There are contacts and dealings, and fair trade is the truth." If that's the case, Miss Liu, I don't like you. ”

"I don't believe it, what do you dare to do to me in broad daylight!"

"Do you have a guardian?" Qiu Yuchuan suddenly asked a strange question.

"What are you talking about? Only minors and those who cannot be responsible for autonomous actions need guardians, why do I have guardians? ”

"That's no. In other words, there is no one in this world who will worry about your safety, no one who will look for you for your disappearance, no one who will investigate your abnormality, right? ”

Liu Mengwei's face turned pale: "What do you mean?" ”

"Since you have nothing to worry about, why can't you join me?" It sounds like he's aggrieved.

Liu Mengwei tried to negotiate with him: "If you need an assistant, I can ......"

"Assistant?" Qiu Yuchuan suddenly interrupted her indifferently: "You mean that only you can do experiments on others, dominate other people's bodies, and control other people's destinies, and others can't do the same to you in turn, right?" ”

Liu Meng was slightly stunned in place, speechless, but at this moment, she heard a chuckle coming from somewhere.

Before the two people in the room could react, the door was pushed open.

The person who came turned out to be Wen Qiao, he looked at Liu Mengwei's somewhat flustered eyes at a glance, but he had never seen her so helpless, regretting that he came in earlier, if he waited a little longer, he might be able to watch more good shows.

"It's the first time I've seen someone like you, willing to reason with a mentally ill person, and I can't talk about it after talking for so long."

Liu Meng was slightly overwhelmed, but Qiu Yuchuan was like a child who saw a new toy, and was suddenly diverted: "Where are you from?" ”

But Wen Qiao didn't even look at him, and directly said "Let's go", and then retreated out of the door again.

Although Liu Mengwei was sluggish today because of the successive blows, she was not sluggish to this point, and walked past Qiu Yuchuan quickly, and left here as if she had escaped.

The two of them walked to the parking lot outside the research institute before stopping.

"Open the door." Wen Qiao was not polite at all.

"Why are you here?" Liu Mengwei didn't move.

"You can be here, Ling Feng can be here, but I can't be here?"

Wen Qiao waited for a moment and didn't hear her speak, still looking in a trance, so he directly snatched his car keys and pushed her into the car.

"Why are you so weak in combat today, and you lost a fight with someone?"

Liu Mengwei finally came back to her senses and gave him a blank look: "You are following me?" ”

"I don't know how to do it yet, so there's no way to track two people at the same time." Wen Qiao said.

What do you mean by that? Who are you stalking? ”

"The spy who followed you that night." Wen Qiao said happily this time: "He is a truck driver, and he will deliver supplies to this research institute and several surrounding villas around 5 o'clock every morning. ”

"What else did you find?" Liu Meng asked quietly.

"This person's name is Chen Lei, who went bankrupt two years ago because of his business, and later became a truck driver. In the beginning, he ran all kinds of business and went all over the country. But from this year onwards, I only go to a few fixed places, going back and forth between the city and the suburbs, and basically I don't go out of the city much. ”

"Truck drivers make money for long distances, but Chen Lei's situation seems to be the opposite. In the last year, his living conditions have improved dramatically, and he has even bought a new property and a minivan to be able to move around indoors more easily. He even bought a dog, but after a few months the dog died. ”

Liu Mengwei was slightly surprised when she heard this, this investigation was too detailed.

Two months ago, he contracted the delivery of materials for the canteen of Yunhe Experimental Middle School, and he would run to the school every morning. However, the day of Lin's disappearance was a Saturday, and I re-watched the surveillance video from that day and did find his car, and his transportation to the school was almost a week after the incident. ”

Seeing that Liu Mengwei just listened silently and didn't say a word, Wen Qiao said again: "You don't seem to be surprised at all, you don't seem to care about the fact that someone is following you." ”

"Rather than being curious about this, I want to know more about it, Mr. Forensic Doctor, how do you have such a strong ability to follow up and investigate? Even if you are a member of the police system, it is unlikely that you will know that someone has ever had a dog in such a short period of time. ”

Liu Meng's eyes burned slightly: "Can you tell me why you are pursuing this matter?" You're not a curious person, and you don't seem to have much sense of justice. ”

Hearing her say this, Wen Qiao felt relieved, and the sharp-toothed, cunning and clever Liu Mengwei came back.

"That six-pointed star...... From the pendant found on Wang Ming's body, the inscription on Feng Cheng's suicide note, I need to know what that pattern represents. ”

"Why?"

"It might have something to do with one of my old friends."

"Old man......" Liu Meng pondered these two words slightly: "It sounds like a distant title, what's wrong with him?" Gone? Or is it dead? ”

This time it was Wen Qiao's turn to be silent for a long time. Liu Mengwei also felt that she was a little bored, and was about to open her mouth when she heard him say faintly: "It's dead." ”

"You are such a merciless person, you can be haunted by the death of a person, this person must have a special meaning in your heart." Liu Meng blurted out slightly, and only after saying it did she feel that something seemed wrong, she rarely knew what she was going to do directly, and said what she thought in her heart without verbal modification.

Wen Qiao only raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.

"That's a sign of a psychological society, and they've been trying to pull me in."

"Is that the one who was just talking to God?" Wen Qiao thought as a matter of course.

"He? No, he shouldn't be from that organization. Liu Mengwei rejected his statement without hesitation.

"He's just a pure psychopath, not a member of the Society." Liu Mengwei looked at the city that was waking up outside the car window, the fireworks in the world, the hustle and bustle, but she only felt sad in her heart.

"They're going to turn people into mentally ill people."