[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

Team Leader Ding and his assistant in plainclothes went out from the villa. The progress of the case has been nothing in the past few days, and his face is inevitably a little tired.

Ding Huishu sat in the passenger seat and refused to let his assistant drive.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the side of the driver's seat, and put one in his mouth. His lighter "clicked" a few times, but there was no fire. Seeing this, the assistant next to him took his own lighter and lit it for him.

Ding Huishu glanced at him, with a sense of "the boy is quite good at winking", he pulled down the window, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked at the villa not far away in the smoke, amazed .

"Hey, Xiaoqian, do you think that kid named Bai Dongqing is really stupid?"

Xiaoqian: "...huh?"

Ding Huishu took another puff of his cigarette, and the sparks from the cigarette butt lit up. He stretched out his hand and shook some ash out of the car window.

"First, how many years can such a good house be worth my salary, and he can't live there. We went in and there are three layers of dust inside, right? So what do the rich think in their hearts? We poor people really can't do it. Understand."

Xiaoqian: ...Boss, your team leader is called a poor man, why should my team members cry to death?

"Second, after being an orphan for so many years, suddenly one day the inheritance fell on my head, and I donated it all before my pockets were warmed up. I just kept this villa that his cheap father lived in, and I didn't need to keep it. Think about it?"

"Finally," Ding Huishu paused, "A good college student, who doesn't read books, talks about who he is, and even engages in secret lovers. He's trying to keep it a secret. Look at this battle, he probably lives in someone else's house... ..."

Xiaoqian: "..."

Xiaoqian looked at the real resentment around the team leader, and suddenly thought that the team leader's daughter seemed to be arguing to live with her little boyfriend, maybe it was a transference, no wonder she was so angry.

"...The breakthrough must be in this 'secret lover'." Ding Huishu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray under the windshield, and then glanced at the assistant next to him.

"Why are you in a daze? I'm driving." Ding Huishu stared, "You stare at the house, can you spot the bastard who murdered and threw away the corpse?"

"...Oh, oh!" Xiaoqian hurriedly put his hands on the steering wheel, paused for a moment, then turned to look at him cautiously, "team, team leader, where are you going...?"

Ding Huishu: "..."

Ding Huishu frowned: "Where is it open? Children's Welfare Home!"

"We are the police, and we want to get to know Bai Dongqing."

Sitting in the dean's room was a grandmother in her 60s and [-]s, wearing thick presbyopic glasses. She was a little dazed when she saw the battle. Very gentle and kind, she asked at the first sentence: "You want to check Dongqing? What's wrong with him?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Huishu and Xiaoqian looked at each other.

……

If you want to say what the police hate the most and what they don't like to do, telling the relatives and friends of the victim about the victim's death is definitely in the top three.

Ding Huishu went out early to smoke in the yard, leaving Xiaoqian to fight alone, trying his best to comfort the dean.

He never tried so hard to comfort his grandmother.

Xiaoqian held tissues in his hand and handed them one by one. At this time, he wanted to draw a few more, only to find that the tissue box in his hand was empty.

Fortunately, Dean Zhang also stopped. She wiped her glasses, put them back on her face, and said, "Dongqing is a rare good boy..."

Xiaoqian heard her say this sentence a total of 48 times, and he clearly remembered that when she repeated it for the third time, his team leader stuffed the tissue box into his hand and walked out by himself.

Thinking of this, the resentment in Xiaoqian's eyes is almost flooding, so much that it overflows.

"Dongqing suffered too much when he was a child, because he was always unhappy with others, but he was determined, and he was admitted to a key university quietly, and his father who didn't care about him also died. I left him a pile of inheritance. At that time, our orphanage was too small and too poor. The child didn't know where he found out, so he donated all the money without saying anything. It can be said that our orphanage is now as The appearance is all due to Dongqing," Dean Zhang said here, wiping the tears from his eyes with a tissue in his hand, "Who would have thought that such a bright future for this child would come to an abrupt end, he is only 21 years old ah……"

Xiaoqian subconsciously wanted to pass the napkin at this time, but realized that he had already used up all of it, so he was at a loss and could only nod stiffly.

"Old Dean, are the paintings on the wall in the corridor drawn by the children in the courtyard?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Xiaoqian turned around and found that the person leaning against the door with folded arms was not his team leader.

"Yes." The old dean got up, probably emotionally fluctuating too much, a little unstable, Xiaoqian at the side quickly supported him, and walked out.

"What about this one? Also?" Ding Huishu walked to the end of the corridor, stopped, and pointed to the painting in front of him.

Xiaoqian helped the old dean to go slowly, looked up, and found that it was a crayon drawing, probably a piece of green lawn, there were many people on it, most of them were children, only a few adults, Xiaoqian recognized that they had just come in On the large lawn that I passed by at that time, the old dean standing in the middle of the group of children was the old dean supported by him. This crayon drawing is not as detailed as an oil painting, but because of the painter's painting skills, it makes people feel It was like being in a scene full of warm sunshine that day.

"This one..." The old dean raised his glasses, "This one was drawn by Holly."

"Holly has been good at drawing since he was a child, and he has been teaching the children in the academy to paint since he grew up. When he came back after he was admitted to the university, he was usually pestered by the children in the academy to tell them to paint..."

Ding Huishu stroked the stubble on his chin, pointed to a place on the painting, and said, "This person is Bai Dongqing, right? Do you know who the person next to him is?"

Xiaoqian looked carefully, and saw a middle-tall young man in a white shirt and black trousers painted on the place pointed by the team leader. Next to him was a man in black. Because the crayon drawing can only be seen roughly, what can be known is The man is much taller than the young man.

Both of them were at the very edge of the painting, and the man in black was almost invisible. Xiaoqian also wondered how long the team leader had been staring at this painting...

The old dean took off his glasses and looked over there for a long time before saying, "That's Dongqing, that's right. As for the one next to him... I've never seen it before, and it doesn't look like the one in our yard. I didn't notice it before." I’ve been there, I don’t know when the child Dongqing drew a stranger on it..."

Ding Huishu: "Then, dean, do you have any impression that you have seen Bai Dongqing contact any strange people?"

The old dean thought for a while, and said: "Dongqing is very obedient, and she rarely contacts other people, strange people..." She put on her glasses again, "It seems that there were so many times when Dongqing came to our hospital After I finished teaching the children, I saw him off at the gate, and saw him walk to the other side of the road and get into a black car, yes, it seemed to be a black Audi. At that time, I thought it was Dongqing's father's friends or something..."

The old dean dug out a few photo albums from her desk.

The one at the beginning looked older, "Dongqing's mother treated him badly, maybe his father abandoned them. Anyway, his mother died in a car accident. Dongqing has been like that since she was sent to our hospital." , "The old dean's finger landed on the child who stood at the edge of the photo just like the crayon painting just now, the child looked downcast and looked thin and introverted.

"Fortunately, Dongqing gradually came out of the haze after she grew up..."

Ding Huishu looked at the young man who was standing next to the old dean in the photo, with his arms wrapped around him. At this time, the gorgeous rose flower had not been painted on the corner of his eyes, his face was fair and soft, and there seemed to be a touch of Laughing, looks especially handsome and handsome.

"grandmother!……"

A small shadow passed by them and threw itself into the arms of the old dean.

The little girl had two pigtails, and when she saw the two strange men, she blinked her big watery eyes, and timidly shrank behind the old dean.

……

"If you see that black Audi again, or if a suspicious person enters the orphanage, you can call our bureau immediately to inform us. Thank you for your cooperation."

"No need to send."

Xiaoqian glanced at the old and young couple standing at the gate of the orphanage, and started the car and drove away under the signal of the group leader.

"This Bai Dongqing has a few similarities with the two previous victims, except for their gender," Ding Huishu lit a cigarette, and muttered to himself while puffing out the open car window. "The prey he chooses are clean and beautiful, their parents are dead or divorced, that is to say, they have no family warmth, are withdrawn and introverted, and even have a history of depression and autism..."

"He is enjoying the process, getting close to these lonely and lonely prey, then warming them, making them give up, and finally killing the killer, letting them die at the moment when love and hate are intertwined..."

……

"grandmother……"

Seeing the car drive away, Yueyue came out from behind the old dean and fell into her arms.

The old dean gently touched the little girl's head.

Yueyue showed her the painting she was holding in her arms, "Look, Grandma, Yueyue just painted it!"

The old dean looked down at the painting, a little surprised, and said: "Yueyue's painting is really good, did you paint it by yourself?"

Yueyue hesitated for a while, and twisted her little hands together, "When Yueyue was painting under the tree, I met my brother..." She laughed, her big eyes were full of stars, "Brother Dongqing taught me to draw! "

A black Audi was parked in front of a well-known Korean grocery store. A man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the boy sitting by the window on the second floor.

Wen Linyu, who was dressed in the male protagonist's shell, smelled the fragrance from the surroundings, feeling relaxed and happy.

I don’t know how many years I’ve been a ghost in this world, and the chances of being able to eat food are close to none, let alone gourmet food.

He just hoped that the male lead would not be in a hurry, and linger in his golden finger for a while, so that he could have a taste through his mouth.

Thinking of this, Wen Linyu suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes.

It's really that kind of black.

The black mist covering the man standing in front of him seemed to be solid, and there seemed to be a few streaks of blood mixed in it, which was extremely ominous.

The man is tall and seems to be smiling at him, but imagine the way a black man whose face is covered by black mist smiles at you. There are probably only four words that can describe it.

The voice of the black fog man is quite gentle, the clear and clear voice of a mature man.

"Is that Xiaojue? Hello, I'm He Qingye, the person in charge of Yanghua Group. You can call me Uncle He."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Wen: This is the first time in so many worlds that someone asked me to call him uncle as soon as we met. Very good, he has successfully attracted my attention.

A little late, my roommate, this little goblin, has been seducing me, hehe, I'll go back and flirt after I finish posting!

Happy National Day holiday, rest tomorrow on Saturday, go home, let’s leave the school to practice with the wind~ See you the day after tomorrow~