monologue

There is no complete trust between Wen Xiangqin and Xu Ruolin. Even if they grew up together, knew each other's growth stages, and knew both sides' past, there is no guarantee that who will lie first between them.

After Wen Ti asked about the medicine, he drove to a studio. No. 308 Changqing Street was the address of the studio. Apart from Wen Ti's own house, this was the place where he stayed the longest. From that place until now , it has been nine years.

Wen Ti took out the gift for Wen Ruo from the co-pilot's seat. The studio is on the third floor, and Changqing Street is a wealthy neighborhood. Wen Ti didn't want to go to the parking lot and walk back, so he leaned on the car door to give Wen Ruo If you make a phone call, your posture is enchanting and domineering, attracting all passing men and women to look at him.

After a while, a man in a formal suit came out of the building. Wen Ti waved to him, and the man walked towards him.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Housekeeper." Wen Ti said with a smile, with a child's naughty tone.

"From the time you learned to drive to the present, every time you come to the studio, I will help you park the car." Mr. Butler shook his head helplessly, walked around Wen Ti to the driver's cab, opened the door and sat in, Wen Ti stood on the road He nodded his thanks to Mr. Housekeeper.

Afterwards, Wen Ti entered the building, and just as Wen Ti entered, a car slowly parked in the temporary parking space opposite the building.

Tang Zhe lowered the car window, looked down at the name of the building, and called Chu Xingmu.

"Captain Chu, Wen Ti has returned to the studio, the one we found earlier, should I still keep an eye on him?"

"Where did he go?"

"I went to Qingshi People's Hospital before, and watched the medical incident for a while on the way, and then went to the pharmacy opposite the hospital. After getting out of the pharmacy, I went to Times Square, and now I'm back to the studio." Tang Zhe took a look at what he saw. They all reported to Chu Xingmu.

"Next time pick up the important thing, I don't want to know where he is happy and happy, just stare at him for another hour and come back." Chu Xingmu said.

Tang Zhe listened to Chu Xingmu's words over the phone, and imitated Chu Xingmu's expression when he spoke, thinking, why every time he mentioned Wen Ti, he was like the head teacher seeing a good boy?

"Captain Chu, why are we staring at Wen Ti?" When Chu Xingmu asked him to stare at Wen Ti, he wanted to ask.

"Clopidogrel was found, in Wen Ti's car." Tang Zhe felt a thump in his heart, and Chu Xingmu immediately said, "You can't carry your personal feelings, thinking that mental illness will definitely endanger social security, even if Huang Qing committed suicide , he is free until there is solid evidence."

Tang Zhe frowned, and connected what he saw and heard with Chu Xingmu these days, and the clues actually pointed to Wen Ti.

Wen Xiangqin called Chu Xingmu after Wen Ti gave him the medicine bottle. He just mentioned the heart disease medicine. Chu Xingmu asked him if it was clopidogrel, and Wen Xiangqin told the truth. He also revealed that Wen Ti gave him the medicine, so Chu Xingmu turned his attention to Wen Ti.

Wen Ti stood in front of the window of the studio, looked at the car under the opposite building, and said to the people behind him, "Are you still leaving?"

Wen Ruo took off the magazine covering his face, and sat up from the sofa. There are three rooms in the studio, one is an extra-large classroom, and the students who come to class on weekends are concentrated in the large classroom. It is the consulting office. The owner of the studio, Wen Ruo, seldom appears in the office, but Wen Ti handles the related affairs of the studio every now and then, arranging students' courses. The third room is the room where they are. There is a white bookshelf as wide as the wall in the room. , the bookshelf is full of books, and on the top of the bookshelf are several pots of lush green radishes. The vines of green radishes hang from the top of the bookshelf to the ground. Wen Ruo puts the magazines back on the bottom of the bookshelf after getting dressed, and turns to Wen Ti Said: "Leave now, why do you bother, you, it's really a pity not to go to the entertainment industry."

Wen Ti turned her head to look at Wen Ruo, wondering, "Does the entertainment circle have such low requirements for artists? And you should tell Wen Xiang Qin about this."

Wen Ruo poured himself a glass of water, and walked to the window with the glass in hand. The glass on the window is one-way, and you can only see the outside from the inside. Wen Ruo looked out and asked, "That black car car?"

"Well, I've followed since I went out in the morning." Wen Ti replied.

Wen Ruo looked at Wen Ti with complicated eyes. Wen Ruo was in his 30s, a professional actor, and a well-known actor in the entertainment industry. He passed by the studio and came up to rest his feet, and he was about to make an announcement.

"I don't think it's strange when Xiang Qin and you don't do this." Wen Ruo sighed. After nine years, Wen Ti's heart is still closed. No matter who it is, he is unwilling to approach and understand him. In order to have the ability to survive in this society, everything is learning, learning from others, so that the mentally ill self can adapt to society and the life of a normal person.

"Brother, if..." Wen Ti smiled and asked Wen Ruo: "If I really killed someone, what would you do?"

Wen Ruo patted him on the shoulder, gave him a confident smile, and replied: "You won't, Mr. Lear gave you advice." He said "You won't" and at the same time believed that Wen Ti would kill someone , and will make everyone play around, while he stands outside admiring his masterpiece, but he is more willing to believe that Wen Ti will not do this, at least not now.

"I didn't. He drove my car to the appointment. I found a medicine bottle in my car. I don't know Huang Qing." When Wen Ruo put on his suit and was about to leave, Wen Ti suddenly turned around and said, his The tone was very calm, and Wen Ruo suddenly felt a little scared. Once Wen Ti got involved with crimes and cases, he couldn't help but start to worry about Wen Ti, because it reminded him of the seven years Wen Ti spent alone. The criminals in the hospital told Xiao Wenti about the crimes they committed. They escaped the punishment of the law because of mental illness, and they used the mental hospital as a cage for salvation.

"Then let the two of you brothers bow their heads first. I'll go to work first. If I can spend my life like you one day, that's life." Wen Ruo opened the door and went out after finishing speaking.

After Wen Ruo went out, he saw Mr. Butler at the door. Mr. Butler was actually Wen Ruo's manager, because when Wen Ruo couldn't take care of Wen Ti, it was Mr. Butler who came forward. Wen Ruo wasn't considered Wen's family, he just The child adopted by Wen Ti's second uncle, Wen Yihe picked up a seven or eight-year-old boy while fishing by the river, and then brought him home, so he has nothing to do with Wen's family, he is in the entertainment circle He worked his way up and down and became an up-and-down actor. He chatted with his friends about the script, and then smoothed his lips with a well-known host. He almost never asked about family matters.

Who will Chu Xingmu trust?From the current point of view, he is leaning toward Wen Xiangqin. If he had known earlier, he would not have paid him for the bicycle. The loss-making business would have been for nothing. Wen Ti left the window, and Tang Zhe was still downstairs watching.

After Xia Ci came back from Zhijiang District, he went to Hu Hanying’s community again. He was still at the entrance of the unit building. This time he sat alone on the steps of the building entrance. I figured it out.

Xia Ci never went up to the sixth floor of the unit building. It had been two days before he locked on to the target murderer A. There was only one day left before the time limit for solving the case, but the murderer B had not yet been identified.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Xia Ci felt for the first time that he should go upstairs to see if there was anything they had overlooked on the second to sixth floors?Xia Ci walked up the stairs slowly, while looking up at the upstairs, he looked at the leftovers under his feet and around. Most of them were melon rinds and melon seed shells, and the cleaners probably hadn't had time to clean them.

The moment Xia Ci raised his head, there was a person standing on the platform at the turn of the stairs less than two meters away from him. When Xia Ci raised his head, his heart beat wildly a few times, and his scalp felt a little numb. Why didn't this person walk? sound?

As soon as Xia Ci moved up and down with that person, the person came down from upstairs, Xia Ci held on to the handrail next to the stairs, and was about to reach the platform above the stairs, the person stood there straight, because he was carrying A very old hat, Xia Ci didn't recognize him immediately.

Xia Ci took a closer look, it turned out to be the person I met at the door of the unit building last time, Xia Ci said, "Meet you again."

The man nodded and passed by Xia Ci, who stopped him again: "Excuse me, how many households live on the sixth floor?"

The man stared at Xia Ci with cloudy eyes, and replied: "I don't know."

Xia Ci smiled and said, "Thank you."

Then Xia Ci stood on the stairs and watched the man walk out of the unit building.

Xia Ci was indeed frightened by that person just now. He didn’t hear any sound when he walked up the stairs. When he looked up, the person stood in front of him. People fell down.

At this time, Xia Ci heard the sound of the door closing on the first floor. It should be that the residents wanted to go out. Xia Ci hurriedly ran down the stairs and stopped the person who was about to go down the stairs. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"and many more!"

The middle-aged man stopped and turned his head to look at Xia Ci. He recognized Xia Ci. Since the accident happened here, Xia Ci has been here many times.

"Officer Xia, are you coming to see the scene again?" the middle-aged man asked.

Xia Ci skillfully said: "Yeah, this case is being investigated very tightly, so you can't run away. I think something happened to Hu Hanying's family. Why don't you look panicked at all?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands and let out a "ah": "The elderly and children at home are afraid to go out during the day. If I behave in a panic again, how will the family live."

"Oh, that's true. I want to ask, have you ever seen a man in his 30s who doesn't seem to be in a good state of mind? He's quite gloomy and lives on the sixth floor."

The middle-aged man thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and made a pointing gesture, "I remembered, there is such a person, but I rarely see him, I don't know if he is not at home or not going out, anyway, he is quite strange, Oh, it’s that kind of eerie feeling, people usually take a detour when they see people.”

Because that person acted so weirdly, everyone who met him was impressed by him. After Xia Ci described it briefly, the middle-aged man remembered it.

"Do you know what he does?"

"I heard from my mother that it seems to be seen in the mortuary in the hospital, but I don't usually see it, so I don't know the specifics." The middle-aged man scratched his head and said.

Xia Ci thanked him: "Thank you, you can do your work."

The middle-aged man said "should be" and left.

In the hospital to see the morgue?which hospital?Xia Ci felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, and he was always missing something crucial.

Next, Xia Ci called Zhao Chen and asked him to take someone to investigate the man who lived on the sixth floor, and he rushed back to the office without stopping.

Lang Lang and Bai Yao had already gone back, Bai Yao sorted out the things they found, and wrote a report to Xia Ci, Lang Lang stood behind Xia Ci with a cup in his hand, watching him browse Hu Hanying's post on social platforms content.

Bai Yao didn't understand, so she asked, "Captain Xia, haven't you checked all of Hu Hanying's social accounts? What did we miss?"

Xia Ci looked at the computer screen and said, "Look for Hu Hanying's hand."

"Ah?" Bai Yao was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"We've been looking for a hand, but we haven't seen what Hu Hanying's hand looks like. Since the murderer can take his hand away, there must be a reason for taking it away?" Lang Lang explained.

Bai Yao suddenly realized, and said: "Murderer B is really cruel. According to the broken wrist, Han's forensic doctor said that the murderer changed at least three tools to cut the deceased's hand."

"Chef knives, utility knives, and saws. Among these things, saws are not common households. They should be prepared temporarily. They are close and easy to carry, just like visiting a neighbor's house to bring fruit."

Xia Ci looked up at Bai Yao, and said, "Maybe it's really a visit to a neighbor's house."