Dangerous Personality

The short man lived in a dilapidated old community. Xie Lin searched for a parking space in the community for a long time, parked the car and sent him upstairs.

The building is old, and the facade has been repainted, but the stairs inside are still like rough houses.It rained yesterday, and the corridor was very damp due to the umbrellas left at the door of the residents, and there were pools of dark stains on the ground.

Jie Lin stood in the narrow corridor in front of the short man's house: "Since we have delivered you, let's go back first. My assistant has a cleansing habit. If I stand here for a few more minutes, I'm afraid he will lose his temper."

Hearing the words, the short man looked at the ex-artist who had changed careers next to him, and found that he was standing cautiously on a fairly clean ground, with his hands in his pockets, then took out a mask from his pocket, and put the mask on with a cold face. Put it on: "..."

[This cleanliness is quite serious. 】

After Chi Qing put on the mask, his whole person looked even more gloomy. The only blood-colored lips were covered, and the black hair on the forehead was long and long: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I……"

The short man wondered if he should let them in and stay with him a little longer.

On the one hand, he was afraid.

Whoever was assassinated several times in a short period of time would not dare to stay at home alone.

But the danger factor of the two people in front of them was no less than that of the murderer.

The short man hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Thank you for today, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Xie Lin reached out to Chi Qing before entering the door.

Chi Qing thought he wanted to wear a mask too: "There are no more masks."

"Who asked you for a mask," Xie Lin said, "...hands."

Chi Qing was stunned.

He found that since the last conversation, as long as he went to a crowded place, Xie Lin would always hold his hand the first time.

The house that the short man rents is one bedroom and one living room. Due to the nature of his work, he usually spends the night outside. The house is fairly clean and there are not many things. The wall in the living room is covered with photos. .

Most of the figures in the photos look blurry, some accidentally reveal half of their faces by the side of the half-drawn curtains, some are dressed in a hurry in the underground garage, and there is a back view of two people holding hands.

"It's a work display," the short man explained. "These are all taken after squatting for a long time."

Xie Lin stood in the living room and looked around, the short man couldn't help asking: "You...why are you holding hands?"

The two seemed to be holding each other in the police station just now.

"He's allergic to other people," Xie Lin said, "I'm afraid that he will bump into someone accidentally, so I don't feel at ease if he doesn't take him by the hand."

Chi Qing: "..."

Shorty:"……"

In the short man's house, in addition to the photo wall, there is also a row of bookshelves in the living room, the most conspicuous of which is a set of "Daily Tracking Tutorial".

Xie Lin: "You are quite studious."

Shorty: "Our industry is also very competitive. Everyone wants to find first-hand information. There are only so many celebrities. If you are poached by others in advance, you will have no news to report."

Xie Lin stopped in front of the bookcase and nodded in agreement: "So first-hand information is very important to you?"

"Of course," said the short man.

Xie Lin suddenly mentioned the dead paparazzi: "Did Zhang Feng meet you before he died?"

The short man was pouring water for them, holding a disposable water cup, and almost forgot to let go when he bent down to take the water: "Why do you ask that?"

"We knew each other. He took me with me when we first entered the industry, but after we started our respective projects, we lost contact a lot."

"Mr. Wang, you still haven't answered me directly. Have you met a few days ago?"

"..."

Xie Lin leaned down and approached him slightly, the short man found that the smile in the man's brown pupils was actually not obvious after getting closer, what he saw in Xie Lin's pupils was like a reflection on a calm lake: "It's like As you said, you are not in the same project, so why did the two of you get killed one after the other? Why did you lock on you immediately after Zhang Feng's death?"

Chi Qing immediately realized what Xie Lin wanted to say.

Xie Lin's speculation is that the masked man may not have come to kill a specific person today, because there is no overlapping information point found on Zhang Feng and the short man. Since it is not on the person, it is likely to be on the object.

The other party may be looking for something.

Who this person is may not be so important, what matters is who owns the thing.

The short man poured all the hot water just now. He straightened up and didn't feel the hot water was hot. He opened his mouth: "I...No."

After he finished speaking, he repeated it, whether he wanted to convince others or himself: "I haven't seen him."

Chi Qing stood beside Xie Lin, moved his fingers calmly, and pulled the few fingers held by Xie Lin out of his hand. At the moment of pulling away, many voices flooded into his ears.

【My wife, you left too early," said a common voice, 【I miss you so much these years...】

Another high-pitched female voice screamed: [Others can get full marks in the test, why do you only get [-] points in the test? ! 】

【…】

He tried his best to ignore the mixed voices and make out the voice of the short man.

After a while, he finally focused on the voice that was closer. The distorted voice was whispering in his heart, and the voice became lower and lower: [Anyway, he is dead, no one will know that thing is there. I have it.I haven’t had any big news for a long time, and if this continues, I’m very likely to lose my job. The boss just talked to me a while ago...]

When Chi Qing heard this, he thought to himself, it really is something.

He often suspects that the one who has mind reading skills between him and Jie Lin should be Jie Lin.

He couldn't judge the other party's true intentions through expressions, looks, or even tone of voice, but it was always easy for Xie Lin to do these things.

"Tell me truthfully, have you ever taken anything belonging to Zhang Feng, such as... SD card."

Xie Lin continued: "If you still want to live, you'd better not lie, who owns the thing, who is the target of 'his'. You can think that this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Feng, whitewash all this as a coincidence, But there is only one life."

After a long silence, the short man put down the hot disposable paper cup and said, "I met him at the coffee shop two days ago."

"I don't know what he's been up to lately. I heard that he's dating a celebrity. He seems to have gotten some important news. That day he excitedly asked me to meet. He said that if this news gets out, the entire entertainment circle will be a hit. Definitely big news like never before.”

two days ago.

In the coffee shop, Zhang Feng excitedly told him about it.

The short man hadn't dug up any valuable news for a long time. He was sitting across from Zhang Feng with a coffee cup in his hand and laughed with him.

"I'll follow up tomorrow to see if I can take any more photos," Zhang Feng said with a wave of his arms and legs. Halfway through the conversation, he took off the camera hanging around his neck, put the camera on the table and got up and said, "...wait Now, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hey, good."

The short man responded casually, and looked at the camera on the table without blinking.

There seems to be a devil whispering in the mind: take it out and have a look, take it out and it will be yours.The short man rubbed his hands, and couldn't resist taking the SD card out of the camera. He looked at the small black card, and replaced the blank SD card in his camera with the fastest speed.

"Even if the SD card was empty after he turned on the camera," the short man recalls here, "it's hard to prove that I replaced it."

The short man was very lucky. Zhang Feng didn't notice that the SD card had been replaced. He didn't close his eyes for several days. He went back to sleep and woke up at noon the next day. It was not found that the card had been changed until before the fall.

But apparently—someone knows.

Back to the day when he fell from the building, Zhang Feng's body was lying in a pool of water, with scarlet blood flowing quietly. Among the screaming and chaotic crowd, a pair of black rain boots stood not far from Zhang Feng's body.

The owner of the rain boots stood in the crowd for a while. He pushed aside the wreckage of the camera, bent down to pick up a very inconspicuous black card, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

At this point, the incident gradually became clear: for the so-called "big news", he stole someone else's SD card and got into trouble.

at the same time.

The black van avoided the surveillance cameras, drove slowly near a remote factory, and finally stopped against the weedy wasteland.

The man in the driver's seat lifted his hood. He was forced to break out in a cold sweat just now. He raised his hand to unbutton his coat, and opened the door to get out of the car while answering the phone.

A word came from the other side of the phone: "Is the matter settled?"

The voice was obviously turned on with a voice changer, and it sounded sharp and weird.

The man said, "No... let him run away."

"Run away?!" A scream erupted from the opposite side.

"There was an accident," the man sweated. There was a deep scar on his face from the corner of his eyes, like a winding snake coiled on his face. "I met two lunatics."

The over there was obviously very dissatisfied: "Are you sure it's on him?"

The man said: "It's not on the person surnamed Zhang, nor in his home. It must be on this person. I checked him, and the surnamed Zhang asked him to meet before he died."

"Anyway, I don't care what people are like, I just want to get what I want." The opposite said.

"Don't worry," the man sat back in the car, and he turned on the computer on the co-pilot's seat, "I'll take care of the money for you."

The computer screen was a black and white surveillance image. He was not idle before waiting for the paparazzi last night, and installed a miniature surveillance camera at the door of his house.Since the place where the surveillance camera is hidden is some distance away from the door, the screen picture is not particularly clear. The camera is facing the dusty corridor, piled up cardboard boxes, and old house numbers. The black and white picture seems to be still.

He waited and waited until the house next door opened the door and the screen returned to a static state after the neighbor went downstairs.

The man stared at the surveillance screen without blinking, and he cursed secretly through gritted teeth: I must kill you today.

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that the surveillance screen finally moved.

The door that the man had been staring at was pushed open, and a tall man in a long black coat came out first—this was the lunatic who was driving just now.

The maniac's dress was incompatible with this building, and he stood there as if he was in a luxury club. Although the man next to the maniac was wearing a mask, the man could still recognize at a glance that it was the one who was sitting in the co-pilot just now ...another lunatic.

"..."

But these are not the point, the point is that the lunatic still has something in his hand.

The man sat up straight.

He looked closer, and the SD card was clearly held between his fingers.

The man looked at the SD card, followed the SD card up to see the thin ring on the lunatic's finger.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that Jie Lin raised his head seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, raised his chin slightly, and stared at the surveillance mirror for a second, which was so coincidental that people wondered if he did it on purpose.