monologue

"What about self-reflection? You said something serious to the little comrade." When Xia Ci came from the psychological consultation room, he saw Chu Xingmu smoking on the balcony on the west side of the building. Lang Lang had already sent Xia Ci a message.

"Both Tang Zhe and Bai Yao's psychological qualities are not very good. Bai Yao is delicate and sensitive, but if you change a case or suspect for her, she will easily go to a dead end. The most important thing is that she is easily affected by the suspect's emotions. Tang Zhe This kid is easy to be emotional, and it is a good thing to have enthusiasm for work, but sooner or later he will run into problems if he continues to do so. He is not deeply involved in the world and loves to dig into corners. He can remember everything for several days when he encounters it, and his emotions are more likely to be affected. " Chu Xing Mu held a cigarette and turned around, leaning his back against the wall, resting his arms on the table, and said to Xia Ci.

"You mean a behavioral problem?"

Xia Ci asked.

Chu Xingmu shook his head: "Of course it's psychological. If you tell them how cold-blooded a criminal case is, it's alarmist talk. It's the same for others. They are young and vigorous, and they are all outstanding students in school, but society is not a school. Today Bai Yao bowed her head to Zheng Shan, and Zheng Shan would not confess easily later on, what could be more fueling for a suspect than to intimidate the police?"

"Master taught us the same way before." Xia Ci followed Chu Xingmu's example and leaned forward.

"Yeah, it's been five years since his old man passed away in a blink of an eye, and Uncle Yang was also transferred to the traffic police." Chu Xingmu took a puff of cigarette, then let it out again.

Xia Ci slapped it with his hands, and blamed him: "I have smoked second-hand smoke with you for almost ten years, when will you be considerate of my lungs?"

"The person who can make me quit smoking hasn't been born yet." Chu Xingmu said with a broken can, and he relied on smoking to relieve stress.

"I remember that you are easy to listen to what Wen Xiangqin says."

"Don't mention him to me, it's annoying."

"What happened to you?"

"The suspect gave false testimony. Huang Qing lost a bottle of clopidogrel, a medicine for heart disease. Wen Xiangqin called me and told me that he found it in Wen Ti's car. Proof, just now Wen Ti came to the bureau and said that the driver was Wen Xiangqin, I was so fucking puzzled, which of the two of them has to get involved in this case if they want to kill each other?"

"Both of them are suspected?" Xia Ci asked in surprise.

"Think about it, it was Wen Xiangqin who saw Huang Qing. The two direct suspects after Huang Qing's death were Xu Ruolin and Wen Xiangqin. Since Wen Ti said that he was with Wen Xiangqin all night, then Can he not know that Wen Xiangqin drove his car? I suspect that Wen Xiangqin drove Wen Ti's car and abandoned the corpse."

"Don't you take Wen Xiangqin back first?"

"How to catch? Even the scene of the first crime is not sure, there are only two clues, the person who has a relationship with Huang Qing, the heart disease medicine that Huang Qing lost, Huang Qing is so greedy for petty gains, he is so worldly and slick as a loach. Yes, the biggest festival now is to offend Wen Xiangqin, and the money is stolen."

"what money?"

"It's still the New City Development Zone." At this point, Chu Xingmu suddenly stopped talking, and thought about it carefully. Wen Xiangqin mentioned that his company invested in the project in the development zone, and Huang Qing also invested in the project. Who else has poured as much money into projects as they have?

"Are there any other suspects besides them?"

"It's not sure yet. I asked from the security guard of Linghai Group that Huang Qing had been in frequent contact with a woman some time ago. The security guard said that he had seen her twice, and the time between them was not long."

"Have you found out? Who is it?"

"There is a dancer in the Jin'an Ballroom named Su Ai. It's hard to say now."

"Okay, before sending Zheng Shan for an appraisal, try to find a way to pry his mouth open, I'm still busy." Chu Xingmu patted Xia Ci on the shoulder twice, stuffed the cigarette butt into his hand, and went straight to the office .

Xia Ci was holding a cigarette butt in the back and wanted to scold her mother angrily.

No. 308, Changqing Street.

Wen Ti took off the shirt that was stained with paint, found a new one in the wardrobe in the lounge, changed and went to the studio.

The studio is very large, with the works of previous students pasted on the four walls, and the murals on the roof are similar to Ukiyo-e. The style is not as strong and gorgeous as the real Ukiyo-e, but has a soft and pleasant feeling. The paintings on the walls are all of value. The expensive pictures were framed, and some of them were drawn by Wen Tixian. The students enrolled in the studio are all children, the oldest is 12 years old, and the youngest is six years old. After Wen Ti closed the door of the lounge, she turned around and saw a man in A little girl in a pink dress, with twin ponytails and two strawberry hairpins pinned to her hair stood behind him smiling, with some blue paint on her face.

Wen Ti squatted in front of the little girl, and asked her with a gentle smile: "Why did you get the paint on your face?"

Then Wen Ti took out a handkerchief from her trousers pocket, and helped the little girl wipe off the paint on her face.

The little girl raised her head and said, "Brother Wen Ti, I have finished drawing a dolphin!"

Wen Ti squatted and was taller than the little girl, he said: "Go and wash your face first, and then go to see the painting, okay?"

His tone was very gentle, and his expression was unusually patient and soft. The little girl nodded, and ran to the bathroom first. Wen Ti put her handkerchief back in her pocket, walked through the gallery, and pushed open the studio door. Come to paint today There are not many children in the painting, a total of six, four of which have been picked up by their parents, leaving a little boy and the little girl just now.

Wen Ti remembered their names. The little boy was named Jiang Ran, and the little girl was named Su Luoshu. Jiang Ran was sitting on a high bench, concentrating on coloring the dolphins on the easel. Wen Ti stood behind him and kept looking at the dolphins. After he finished painting the last stroke of blue, Su Luoshu ran over bouncingly, with drops of water on his chin.

Wen Ti smiled and said, "Why is there still water on your face? Can't you reach the towel?"

Su Luoshu ran to his easel, pointed to the painted blue dolphin and said, "Because I want to show Brother Wen Ti the dolphin!"

After hearing Su Luoshu's voice, Jiang Ran also turned his head.

Jiang Ran suffers from autism. Like all autistic children, he has only himself in his world. He is immersed in the world he built and has little perception of what is happening around him. His parents found that he is very interested in painting After being very interested, I contacted Wen Ti, hoping that Jiang Ran could take classes here. Su Luoshu is lively, cheerful, eloquent, and often shares her good things with Jiang Ran, so she and Jiang Ran gradually became acquainted. After Ti discovered that Jiang Ran did not resist Su Luoshu, she arranged for the two of them to draw the same painting every time.

Every time the two of them drew a picture together, Jiang Ran was able to get closer than usual. As for the reason, Wen Ti had already thought of it.

"What do you want to draw next time?" Wen Ti bent down and asked the two of them.

Su Luoshu thought for a while, raised his head and smiled sweetly, and asked, "Can I draw my brother?"

Jiang Ran followed suit and nodded, Wen Ti knelt down in front of the two of them, stretched out her hand and scratched Su Luoshu's nose, and said with a smile: "Little clever ghost."

He rubbed Jiang Ran's head again, and said to him, "What do you most want to draw?"

Jiang Ran looked at Wen Ti hesitantly, and pointed to Su Luoshu after a while, Wen Ti smiled knowingly, and said, "Well, next time you draw each other, can you?"

Su Luoshu nodded obediently, and Jiang Ran showed an unnatural smile.

At this time, someone knocked on the front door of the studio, Wen Ti said "Come in", and two young women pushed the door in. It was Jiang Ran and Su Luoshu's mother who came to pick them up.

After the two parents thanked Wen Ti, they took their children and left the studio. Wen Ti stood in the empty studio, silently looking at the paintings on the wall. This place is actually more like a place where you can do whatever you want. In Liberty School, Wen Ti never accepts students over the age of 12, and the fees are very low, but there is a condition that he must meet every student who comes to class here to confirm whether they come here because they like painting.

He doesn't want children who are forced to learn painting to come here to take classes, and force them to learn something they don't like or even hate. It's like keeping freedom in a cage. He hopes that these children have the freedom to choose and like.

He loves seeing the kids focus on something they love.

After locking the studio door, Wen Ti walked to the underground garage, and drove the SUV to the Jin'an Ballroom.

As soon as Wen Ti arrived at the door, several waiters rushed over, opened the car door for Wen Ti, and invited him in.

Wen Ti is a frequent visitor here, and a friend of Jiang Fu, the owner of the ballroom. Walking through the corridor covered with red carpet, Wen Ti walked to the bar. He didn't want to go to the dance floor, so he sat in front of the bar, snapped his fingers, and put on his uniform. The young bartender asked: "What would Er Shao Wen want to drink today?"

"It depends on your mood. It's best to let me taste something different." Wen Ti's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth raised, her hair that was tied up suddenly broke because of a rubber band, and her dark purple curly hair Spreading out, covering half of his face, Wen Ti tugged on his tie, leaned slightly, and leaned gracefully on the outer edge of the bar.

The bartender was concentrating on mixing the drinks, even though there was a beautiful woman sitting next to Wen Ti, he was not distracted.

"Second Young Master Wen is a bit late today."

The woman is wearing a sexy black tight dress, her waist-length curly hair is spread out, her exquisite makeup makes her look more charming, her upper body is half covered with a gauze shawl, the shawl is very thin, and the fair skin under the shawl Looming, the tight skirt outlines the most perfect curve of the woman's figure.

Wen Ti raised her gray eyes to look at her, pinched her chin with one hand, and brought her face close to hers, Wen Ti sniffed her mouth, Wen Ti's tall nose almost touched the woman With the lipstick on her lips, Wen Ti withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "Cheap."

The woman smiled and said, "Cheap is also a price, it depends on whether Er Shao wants it or not."

The bartender put the new wine in front of Wen Ti. Wen Ti picked up the wine glass. The ice cubes in the glass collided with the glass body with his movements, making a dull sound. Wen Ti took a sip and put the wine glass away. let go.

The bartender is waiting for Wen Ti to make a final tasting evaluation, Wen Ti said: "It's too sweet."

The bartender didn't understand, so: "You used to like sweet things."

"Drinking too much sweet will make you tired, change the taste." Wen Ti turned her eyes to the woman beside her and said, "It's like the same person, if you watch too much, you will feel visual fatigue one day."

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "I've learned a lot today? If you don't want to read it, just change to another one. Aren't you men like this?"

Wen Ti nodded, the words were good, and he didn't bother to explain again, so he took another sip from the wine glass. Sister Ai knew that Wen Ti was not in the mood today, so she sat beside him for a while, then stood up. Wen Ti's fingers crossed Wen Ti's neck, and said that if Wen Ti felt like it, she could call her at any time. Wen Ti just smiled perfunctorily when she heard that, and then Sister Ai left.

Wen Ti looked at her back and suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if she was on her way to die.