Dangerous Personality

However, due to the white cloth covering the house, the house is very clean and there is no need to clean it again.

After washing, the two lifted the white cloth and lay down on the bed to sleep separately. After a while, Xie Lin reached out to touch Chi Qing's hand, but he just held it and didn't do anything else.

When Chi Qing's hand touched the ring on Xie Lin's finger, his heart suddenly moved, as if he had sensed something, he moved his fingers to remove the ring from the man's fingertips, and then he felt a very small line inside the ring. of the depression.

That's a letter.

"this is not……"

Isn't this the ring he bought on the eve of Jie's birthday?

It's just that the gift didn't have time to be sent out at that time, Xie Lin went out on that rainy night, and then there was a strong wind, and the sky in South China City changed.

"I don't know what you are going to do when you go to the mall," Xie Lin said, "I found it when I searched before I went out that night, and I changed the ring before I left." Otherwise, how could I survive this period of time? .

Xie Lin hooked his finger upwards, and hooked the ring back.

"This gift is well chosen. In the future, when others ask about it, the ring will no longer be an excuse."

Chi Qing remembered that when they met in the bar, Xie Lin seemed to be the one who refused with a ring.Back in time to the first time the two met, the ring on the man's hand was also very noticeable, but at that time his ring was bought for himself.

This time is different.

There are people who really, really want to be hooked.

The kind that others are better off consciously staying away from.

The two lay silent for more than half an hour.

Chi Qing: "Are you asleep?"

Xie Lin replied: "No."

How can I sleep?

Those children are still suffering in the dark.

Even at night, the news station is constantly broadcasting the news that the school bus has been hijacked, hoping that the citizens will actively provide clues.

Perhaps it was the night that made people courageous, Chi Qing faced the darkness in front of him, and suddenly mentioned a person's name: "I have one thing that I can't figure out about the case ten years ago. Why did your brother die?"

"In other words, why did the murderer encourage Guo Xingchang to kill Jiefeng?" Chi Qing blinked slowly, "just because he was the team leader of that operation?"

Thinking about it carefully, this matter is actually illogical.

He didn't need to take such a big risk to involve Jie Feng and Guo Xingchang. He contacted Guo Xingchang privately. If Guo Xingchang was not under his control, he would be easily exposed.

Was Xie Feng really killed simply because he was the team leader?

Chi Qing knew that Xie Lin was not willing to face the word Jiefeng, and if it wasn't for the urgent situation now, he would not bring up the line of Jiefeng again.

After a while, Xie Lin sat up suddenly: "Get up, I'll take you somewhere."

Chi Qing had been to Jie Lin's study before.

There are a variety of professional books on the bookshelf, and they are all written in Xie Feng's handwriting. Xie Feng's handwriting is very different from Xie Lin's, and even the strokes of the pen are as gentle as a light breeze.

"He didn't go home very much during that time," Xie Lin said, "but he sometimes brought back his work notes."

The two sat on the ground, with books and work logs piled high on both sides.

In chronological order, I flipped through from back to front, and found a workbook with a brown cover in a pile of books without flipping through a few books.

It was already late at night, and it was dark outside the window.

Xie Lin brushed the cover lightly with his fingertips, and then opened the first page. The first page is a psychological profile of "child kidnappers", combining some typical cases at home and abroad: Most of these people have low social value , It is difficult to gain a sense of accomplishment among peers, so I choose to pick children to start with. Only in children can I find the kind of pleasure that can be dominated by myself.

This psychological profile was a mainstream guess at the time.

But Xie Feng left early, he didn't know that the information obtained by the police after the murderer was caught overturned this guess, because the murderer didn't seem to think so, he looked down on everyone at all, so there was no such thing as "difficult to be among his peers". Get a sense of accomplishment" this.

This is one of the reasons why this case caused a sensation.

But this wrong guess back then brought Xie Lin and Chi Qing back to ten years ago, and Xie Feng's anxiety at that time could be felt from the lines.

Xie Feng tried to track down the suspect from limited information.

Most of them are case studies, and then a series of independent numbers begin to appear. At the beginning of each page, a person's code name, school attended, and family situation are written.

"It's the child who was tied up back then," Xie Lin glanced hastily, "I read their information back then."

Jielin has read this workbook over the years.

But not many times.

After all, Xie Feng died because of this case, and most of the time, he didn't want to think about the case again.

Moreover, the level of secrecy in this case is extraordinary. Even if it is written in the workbook, the names of these children are not real names, but code names.Prevent someone from seeing this workbook, so as to know the people involved and the content in the case.

001, studying in Huainan Middle School, 13 years old, father (Yueyang), mother (Cheng Xiaoping).

002, studying in the Experimental High School, father (deceased) mother (Yang Yan).

……

006....

…………

Chi Qingzai looked through the list carefully, and saw himself in it. His code name was 009.

There is no clue from the beginning to the end of the workbook, except for some normal information and reasonable speculation, there is no other special content.

Just when Xie Lin was about to close the workbook, Chi Qing suddenly reached out and pressed his fingers on the last page, stopping his movement.

Xie Lin: "What? Want to read it again?"

Chi Qing said: "The number of pages is wrong."

"The sub-spec of this book says 100 pages, but the number of pages inside seems to be an odd number."

Xie Lin was startled.

The two counted the pages again from beginning to end.

It's not really 100 pages.

"There are only 99 pages," Xie Lin said finally, "a page of this workbook has been torn."

That night, Xie Lin and Chi Qing almost didn't sleep all night. After five o'clock in the morning, Chi Qing just took a nap on the single sofa in the study when he was woken up by a phone call.

Xie Lin picked up the phone, and just said "Hello", an anxious voice came from the opposite side: "Someone just sent a box of things to the police station..."

It was just dawn.

The streets are sparsely populated.

Compared with the sound of traffic, there are more sounds of sanitation workers sweeping fallen leaves with brooms on the road.

Just 10 minutes ago, the sleepy-eyed police found an unsigned courier box at the door.

"Whose courier?"

At first the policeman thought that someone had accidentally left something here, picked it up and glanced around, saw no one, and was about to put it in the lounge for safekeeping, but after walking a few steps, he noticed the small cardboard box the size of a palm There seemed to be something sticky on the bottom.

"What is this..." The policeman looked down and exclaimed, "Blood?!"

The police immediately opened the express box, and he was horrified to find that there was a bloody severed finger and...an eyeball in the box.

After the news was broadcast, Ji Mingrui was in charge of answering the citizen hotline. His mind was full of the severed finger he saw this morning. The severed finger was obviously not an adult's finger. It was short and fleshy, and there was even a dimple at the joint.

It's a child's finger.

"Jingle Bell".

Ji Mingrui answered the phone: "Hello, hello."

"Hello, police officer," the voice on the other side of the phone was low, "I have very important information, and I want to report it."

Ji Mingrui has answered many phone calls since the incident, but almost none of them have been useful.

He suppressed the discomfort and anxiety in his heart, and asked, "What information?"

"I saw a man, the suspect you are looking for."

"This gentleman, where did you see it? Are you sure, what are his characteristics?"

"This prisoner is extremely vicious, he is a murderer! He is a murderer! He is extremely dangerous!"

"..." Ji Mingrui took out a pen from the side, "Calm down, speak slowly."

"I was going to go to work, and then the road was being repaired, and there was a bit of traffic, so I slowed down the speed of the car, and saw him on the road, and he was sitting in the car!" The situation took a turn for the worse from here, "...he was driving a black luxury car. The car looks really handsome, just like the one shown on TV."

Luxury car.very handsome.

Why do these two words sound so...

"He was wearing a black coat, and it was strange. His car was driving towards the police station. If you go out now, you might be able to catch him!"

"...?"

Two minutes later, the vicious "murderer" wearing a black coat and holding the keys of a luxury car swaggered in from the gate of the police station, followed by an old acquaintance who "returned to life".

He was too busy during this time, and he watched the familiar figure push open the glass door and walk in from a distance.The black gloves were placed on the doorknob, and above that was the face whose eyes were covered by the hair. This face overlapped perfectly with the black and white photo in the mourning hall. Because this person's hair was too dark and his skin was too white, even the color tone It's all so similar.

In the end, Ji Mingrui could only say dryly: "Here we are."

Chi Qing handed him the breakfast in the other hand: "I brought it for you by the way."

Old friends for many years can't say much at this time.

Ji Mingrui took the breakfast and glanced at it: "You really don't remember what I like to eat."

Chi Qing: "... something is good to eat."

"Where's the express box?" Chi Qing asked again, "Where is it?"

Ji Mingrui was carrying breakfast, and just had a little appetite, but his appetite disappeared immediately when he heard the word "express box": "It's in Brother Bin's office."

After finishing speaking, he reminded him friendly: "Have you eaten when you came? The severed fingers and eyeballs are actually nothing special, but they are too small. When I think that they were taken from a child, I... Do you want a bag for you?"

Xie Lin and Chi Qing gave him a cold look.

"..."

Forget it, these two should not be needed.

The express box is on the table.

Before getting close, there was a distinct smell of blood.

The fingers are small, half the length of an adult, and the cross-section is pitted and uneven. The flesh tissue is indistinct, and it looks like it was crushed alive with a blunt instrument.The eyeballs are even more frightening. The eyeballs are connected to the extraocular muscles and look bloody.

Wu Zhibin said: "I have checked carefully, there is no hidden information on the eyeballs and fingers, and there are fingerprints left, but... the fingerprints extracted from the above can be preliminarily identified from the size, and they should also belong to children. Ten years old."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present was silent.

That said, it's likely another kid did it.

Wu Zhibin raised his hand and pressed his temple, and closed the delivery box: "You guys are not here just for this, are you?"

"There are other clues."

Xie Lin spread out Xie Feng's workbook on the table and asked, "Are there really only two children who survived ten years ago?"