blackstone code

Chapter 2249

A normal person will never understand how uncomfortable the suffering of obsessive-compulsive disorder is, so that many things must be done according to their ideas to not be uncomfortable.

There was once a case of obsessive-compulsive disorder murder, just because the elevator attendant often saw a late employee buttoning the wrong buttons, and finally couldn't help but kill the person.

The art teacher is not obsessive-compulsive, not the elevator attendant, so she will never understand why Fern can detect the unmarked safe even after she flips it a few times.

She even memorized the overall layout in her mind before flipping it, which is also an ability that senior agents must master.

But even so, she was still discovered.

Because the things inside the safe she restored made Fern feel uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable, it means that someone other than him moved.

There are only three people in the company who can enter and leave his office.

One is him, one is the deputy general manager, and the other is an art teacher.

The deputy general manager and the Brothers Grimm are in the same group. If he and Noel are finished, the deputy general manager will not be able to escape the end, so it will not be him.

Then there is only one truth!
The art teacher didn't speak, but quietly looked at the cool morning light outside the car.

Fern didn't continue to ask, and drove back home quietly.

The two of them got out of the car and returned to the living room as usual.

The art teacher sat cross-legged on the sofa and turned on the TV.

On the TV, the live recording of last year's World God of Gamblers Competition was played in a loop, and occasionally some call-in advertisements were interspersed.

Her mind is not on this.

Fern changed into a suit of clothes, and then sat on the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves. The weather was getting hotter and he was restless. He didn't want to be tightly bound by his clothes.

Neither of them spoke, but they knew that there would be something to say next.

After about 10 minutes, the art teacher spoke first.

She turned to look at Fern, "You know, I used to work for the FBI and then retired."

Fern nodded without making a sound.

He knew about this matter, and he also knew that Nuoer investigated the identity of the art teacher behind his back, and he himself investigated the identity of the art teacher.

A person like him is actually very sensitive about his identity, he is not stupid at all, and he is also very careful.

The art teacher's gaze stayed on his face for a while, and continued, "I don't have any purpose in contacting you, but I am simply attracted by your artistic talent."

"It's fun, to me."

"Your paintings will give me a lot of inspiration for creation. From those bursts of inspiration, I am a little fascinated."

She picked up the cigarette on the table, took out one, put it in her mouth, and lit it.

The thick smoke rolled into her lungs and swirled around before spitting it out. The "satisfaction" brought by the tar and the satisfaction brought by the nicotine made her feel extremely relaxed.

She flicked the cigarette ash. In fact, there was no ash to flick at this time, but she just flicked it.

"Fern, I know you, you are not a bad person."

"You are just distorted by some values ​​that you don't even know because of your living environment. You are really not a bad person."

"From your creations, I can feel your love for life, your love for life, these qualities will not appear in a bad person."

"I wanted to chat with you many times, but I didn't find a suitable opportunity. Today is actually a good opportunity."

"Fern, many domestic security agencies are now investigating you and Lynch."

"Maybe you were able to avoid some investigations before, but one day, you will be caught!"

"You are different from those serial killers who were not caught. They disappeared after finishing their crimes without any clues. As long as they don't take the initiative to stand up, no one will be able to find them."

"You are different, you are always in the light, under the spotlight."

"Every bit of you will be magnified by a magnifying glass, nothing can be hidden!"

"No matter how perfect a crime is, it will eventually be discovered!"

"One day, you're going to have to face this big problem."

"And I'm saving you."

Fern looked at her calmly, "Is that why you're curious about what's in my safe?"

The art teacher waited for a few seconds before nodding, "I want to save you, your nature is not bad."

Fern showed some smiles, "Thank you, you are the second person besides Mr. Lynch to say that I am not a bad person."

The art teacher frowned, "Lynch is more sinister and cunning than you think. He never commits crimes himself, but instructs you to do them."

"Once the crime is committed, or he thinks you are dangerous, you will face the worst situation."

"Many people are investigating him now, and you and Noel will definitely be implicated. You don't want anything to happen to you and Noel, do you?"

The art teacher knew that Fern and Noel were very close, and the brothers had a miserable childhood, which made their relationship good.

The brotherhood between Noel and Fern is one of Fern's weaknesses.

"Fern, I'm not afraid to tell you that the military is looking for trouble with Lynch, and they will find you soon."

"The only one who can help you and Noel now is you. I need some criminal evidence related to Lynch. I will help you turn into tainted witnesses."

"And I can guarantee that you will get an amnesty, that you will not go to jail, you will not lose your liberty, you will not even lose your wealth."

"All I need is criminal evidence related to Lynch, or your accusation..."

Fern raised his hand and stopped the art teacher from speaking.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

In fact, his eyes are not short-sighted, it is a flat lens.

The art teacher said that his image was a bit... fierce, and wearing glasses would make him look softer, and the current business didn't require fighting, so he followed suit.

Wearing glasses every day, the bridge of the nose is actually not very comfortable.

He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, "Noel and I were abandoned when we were born. You may not know that both Nuoer and I have six fingers."

He stretched out his hand, and it was clear that he only had five fingers, but under his guidance, the art teacher saw old wounds.

She thought it was an accident, but unexpectedly, it was the sixth finger.

"When we got older everyone thought we were freaks, including those in the orphanage."

"One night, Noel took me into the kitchen and hacked off the proof that we were monsters with a knife."

"But they didn't accept us because we didn't have a sixth finger, but they thought we were monsters even more."

"We were eight or nine, I forget, and we were sent out of the orphanage and sent to work with our first boss."

"It was a newspaper head, and he would hire some child labor from orphanages, orphanages or families with many children to sell newspapers for him."

"You know, for people like us, he doesn't care about the punishment for doing something to us."

Fern had never told the art teacher about these things, so it was the first time she heard about them, and she began to sink into the story.

Fern lit a cigarette, "Noel's mind works faster than mine, but even so, we both got beaten less."

"That idiot likes to drink, and after drinking, he likes to hit us for fun."

"Noel and I are in good health. He can gain happiness by beating and abusing us, and he can also establish his authority."

"We stayed with him for nine years, and we were beaten almost every few days."

"If other people's newspapers are not sold out, we will be beaten."

"Someone dirty the ground and we're going to get beaten."

"Even if he is happy, we will be beaten."

"No one ever tried to save us, and we saw no hope."

He took a puff of the cigarette and let it out like a sigh, "It was the darkest period of my life, and sometimes I even thought how good it would be if I wasn't born in this world."

As he talked, he laughed, "Until one day, a gentleman was sitting on a chair in an open-air cafe by the street, and he asked me—"

"Do you have a score of 97?"

He tried to recall and describe the conversation in Lynch's way, and the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

Even though he didn't want the art teacher to see his real emotional changes, he still couldn't control his muscles and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"His words were like sunshine shining into the darkness, giving Noel and I some hope."

"We can save three cents by exchanging change. Don't underestimate three cents."

"Every day we can save two or three yuan. Later, more people change change. Sometimes we can save ten yuan a day."

"In Sabine City, more than ten years ago, an income of 200 yuan a month was quite enough."

"At that time we were thinking, in another year, when we are adults, we can go out and work independently..."

"Excuse me!", the art teacher suddenly seemed to realize something, and her voice trembled slightly, "You mean, you have been providing Lynch with change at that time?"

Fern nodded without hesitation, "Yes, we provide him with a lot of change, so much that you can't imagine!"

The art teacher had seen Lynch's file, and she knew that Michael, a captain of the Sabine City Taxation Bureau, had tried to find evidence of Lynch's money laundering.

Later, because of some coincidences and Lynch's means, not only did he get nothing, but he was also arrested and imprisoned.

At this time, she remembered some key words in the case, and she couldn't help asking, "The person who helped Old Fox launder money is Lynch, right?"

Fern nodded, "Yes, although he didn't tell us at first, Noel was the first to discover this."

There was another smile on Fern's face, "He originally wanted to trade directly with Mr. Fox, but Mr. Fox told him to get lost..."

He couldn't help laughing out loud!

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(End of this chapter)