mask personality

"Good news!" Tang Chu said immediately, "Hurry up!"

"The good news is—" Ruan Tian said in a drawn-out tone, "The investigation of the tuning fork has results."

Even Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, Tang Chu wondered, "So fast?"

Ruan Tiandian nodded and sighed again, "How about two more bad news..."

"Okay, don't be a fool," Tang Chu said anxiously, "Quickly tell me, what's wrong?"

Ruan Tian straightened her expression, and speeding up her speech, said: "Currently, a preliminary investigation has been made on the people who appeared in the monitoring at the main entrance of the Music House during the time of the victim's death, and the highest one is consistent with the preliminary profile given by Teacher Ji. The rate is less than 60.00%, that is to say, the murderer is likely to go through the employee passage through the back door, avoiding surveillance.”

This was within Tang Chu's expectations. After all, it was a premeditated crime. As long as he could avoid surveillance, the murderer would not be so stupid as to expose himself easily.

Tang Chuchao Ruan Tian raised her chin, motioning for her to continue.

"On the other hand," Ruan Tian then said quickly, "We have thoroughly investigated Shenxi's call records, online chat records, online social platforms, and consumption records, and visited the school and the teachers Shen Xi is familiar with, but it is very strange. , so far, there is no evidence to show that he had a boyfriend, in other words, he didn't seem to be in a relationship at all during his lifetime."

Obviously, this is inconsistent with the emotional relationship emphasized in Ji Lin's profile, and even less consistent with the "in love" in Wen Dong's confession.

Tang Chu glanced at Ji Lin subconsciously, Ji Lin looked normal, and said, "What you just said should be only one piece of bad news, so what is the other one?"

Ruan Tian sighed again, lowered her head and said, "That's right, the other one is even worse... because after investigation, it was found that there was indeed only one missing tuning fork in the entire Music House, what a coincidence. , the one who threw the tuning fork was none other than the one we ruled out as suspect, that piano teacher who was jealous and hated Shen Xi, Qian Shu..."

-

When the door of Wen Dong's house was opened from the outside, Wen Dong was still sleeping.

To Wen Dong, the fragrance of plants and trees on Ji Lin's body is like a blocker and a sleeping pill.

Wen Dong just added "one dose" of strong concentration last night, and he was really not disturbed by any other smell all night, and it was rare to sleep well.

Faintly hearing human voices coming from outside the bedroom, Wen Dong woke up from his sleep and was stunned for two seconds. He touched his phone and looked at the date. After realizing something, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

He quickly jumped out of bed, before he even had time to put on his slippers, he strode over and opened the bedroom door, shouting loudly towards the entrance: "Xia Bao, you're back!"

If there were outsiders present, they would definitely be extremely surprised at this moment, after all, Wen Dong rarely escaped like this.

Two seconds later, there was a soft and pleasant response from the entrance, but it was obviously out of breath: "Well, Dongdong, I... huh, I'm back..."

As soon as he heard his voice, Wen Dong became anxious. As he walked quickly towards the entrance, he said with concern: "Uncomfortable? Why are you breathing heavily again..."

After he finished speaking, he just walked to the porch, and finally realized belatedly, at this moment, Sheng Xia is not the only one at the door of the house...

At the entrance, a well-behaved boy with gentle brows and eyes was sitting in a wheelchair, or more accurately, half-lying in a wheelchair, because the back of his wheelchair was not vertical, but adjusted to about 120 degrees.

It looks like the usual reclining chair.

On his slender thighs lay a handful of blooming roses that were in full bloom.

Next to the wheelchair stood a middle-aged man who looked like a nurse.

At this moment, Wen Dong's hair is messy, he is only wearing a thin silk nightgown, his clavicle nails are dazzlingly bright, and his two fair and slender legs are unobstructed. He doesn't even wear slippers. Stepping on the floor with bare feet, the white and tender skin formed a striking contrast with the dark floor.

They were both men, but the nurse subconsciously avoided looking at them and greeted respectfully: "Master Xiaowen, good morning."

"Sorry," Wen Dong came back to his senses, and said apologetically, "I just woke up, I didn't turn my head, I thought only Xia Xia was there..."

The upbringing engraved in his bones, he would instinctively think that it is very impolite and unseemly to see outsiders in this state, so no matter what the identity of the other party is, even if it is just a nurse, Wen Dong will seriously apologize.

After saying this, Wen Dong glanced at Sheng Xia again, making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, so he turned around and quickly went back to the room to change his clothes.

But by the time he had changed into comfortable and decent home clothes, had a simple haircut, put on slippers and came out of the bedroom, the nurse had already left.

Sheng Xia was also placed by the window of the living room. The sunlight outside the window shone obliquely on his face through the glass, and he could see the fine hairs on his cheeks, which made him look extremely peaceful.

Seeing that Dong came out, Sheng Xia smiled calmly at him, raised the hand that was originally placed on the joystick, pointed to the vase on the decorative cabinet in the entrance, and said slowly: "Here are the flowers, I will exchange them for new ones." Oh, the old one, I just asked Uncle Tian to help you take it out, and lost it."

His paralyzed position is too high, and he can hardly move below the collarbone. One hand is still intact, but the other cannot even be lifted. His lung capacity is also very poor, so he can only speak in this way. complete sentence.

Wen Dong tilted his head and glanced, and was about to speak, when Sheng Xia slowed down a bit, then smiled and said, "But... it's not necessarily, it will be lost, when Uncle Tian just left, he was still talking about the flowers, and they were still in bloom. It’s so prosperous, it’s a pity to lose it.”

Wen Dong also smiled, sat down on the sofa next to Sheng Xia, and turned his head to look at him, "Do you think it's a pity?"

Obviously, Sheng Xia could understand what Wen Dong meant. He knew that what Wen Dong was asking was not just about the flowers themselves.

The thin neck twisted slightly on the back of the wheelchair twice, Sheng Xia didn't answer directly, but said: "I think the flowers I bought today are very beautiful."

The smile on Wen Dong's lips widened, and he said sincerely: "I also think that today's flowers are the most beautiful."

Sheng Xia smiled again, and changed the topic: "Dongdong, today, it's almost nine o'clock and you haven't woken up yet."

Wen Dong used to have poor sleep all year round, and it was difficult to fall asleep at night. Even if he barely fell asleep with sleeping pills every night, he would wake up very early in the morning. In Midsummer's memory, Wen Dong basically never slept past eight o'clock, so today Sheng Xia didn't say hello in advance and came back directly.

As soon as this was mentioned, Wen Dong thought of Ji Lin again, and he said vaguely: "It's rare to sleep well these two days."

Sheng Xia thought it was just a coincidence, and didn't ask further. His eyes fell on Wen Dong's left wrist, and he asked suspiciously, "What is that? A gift from my new boyfriend, a bracelet?"

Wen Dong paused, subconsciously raised his right hand again, stroked the chain on his left wrist lightly, then shook his head and said, "It's not a new boyfriend, it's a..."

Speaking of this, Wen Dong had another meal, because he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to define Ji Lin.

It seems that during the short time of acquaintance with Ji Lin, the intersection they have had has completely exceeded his usual social mode.

After a long while, Wen Dong picked up the conversation in a soft voice, "He's a man like a riddle."

Probably because Dong has never described anyone like this before, Sheng Xia was stunned for a moment, and then asked jokingly: "It sounds, it seems very, mysterious, then, do you have a plan to turn him into a new boyfriend?"

Now Wen Dong was stunned.

After a while, he raised his lips and smiled, and said frankly: "I haven't figured it out yet, but at least so far, I just want to solve the riddle."

Wen Dong is indeed full of curiosity about Ji Lin. The more he gets in touch with him, the more he can discover about Ji Lin, and more things he wants to explore. But as for the deeper relationship, Wen Dong will not know until the mystery is revealed. Think so far.

What's more... In the past two days, Wen Dong's mind is still tied down by other things.

His thoughts went astray, before Midsummer could speak again, Wen Dong's expression became gloomy, and he asked in a low voice: "Xia Bao, do you still remember Shenxi, I mentioned it to you before."

"Remember," Sheng Xia nodded her chin, pulled out Wen Dong's description from her memory, and said succinctly, "That, sunny and cheerful, piano teacher."

"That's right," Wen Dong sighed lightly, his tone was very light, but his words were heavy, "You know, he passed away."

Sheng Xia was obviously startled, he opened his mouth to speak, but choked himself inadvertently, coughed suddenly, and because his chest and abdomen were weak, it was extremely difficult to cough, the curled fingers that were originally placed on the lower abdomen seemed to be instinctive He wanted to reach his chest, but he just rubbed against his body twice, his fingers trembled, and his two legs, which had long been useless, couldn't help kicking.

Fearing that his convulsions would seriously hurt him, Wen Dong hurriedly squatted down in front of the wheelchair, skillfully massaged Sheng Xia's shrunken calf, and comforted him: "No hurry, it's okay, be good, adjust your breathing..."

With Wen Dong's soothing, Sheng Xia's breathing finally gradually calmed down, and his body became soft again, but his face turned pale again.

Wen Dong frowned and looked at Sheng Xia's slightly blue lips. With skillful movements, he turned on the household oxygen concentrator and put on the nasal oxygen tube for Sheng Xia.

Knowing that Sheng Xia didn't have the strength to speak for the time being, Wen Dong said briefly: "It was murder, but the murderer hasn't been found yet."

With the external oxygen supply, Sheng Xia gradually recovered a lot. He looked at Wen Dong for two seconds, without asking more details, but slowly raised the only arm that could move, and made a half-hug gesture. , and said in a warm voice: "Brother Dongdong, do you want to give me a hug?"

Wen Dong leaned over and gently embraced Sheng Xia who was crouched in the wheelchair.

The tip of Sheng Xia's chin lightly rubbed against Wen Dong's forehead, and said half-jokingly and half-promisingly: "I will definitely, try my best, live a little longer, don't let me, you will be sad."

Wen Dong raised his head, pretending to be angry, reached out and patted Sheng Xia's head lightly, and said seriously: "Don't worry, you will live for a long time."

Sheng Xia wore a plush sweater made of soft fabric today. He was already thin, and after being paralyzed for a long time, his body would inevitably shrink even more. Even the smallest sweater was still empty on him. It was crooked, and the abrupt collarbone was exposed——

There, at this moment, was embedded with a collarbone nail that was exactly the same as Wen Dong's, but very different from Sheng Xia's temperament.

In the sunlight, it shines brightly.

Wen Dong's eyes fell on the dazzling collarbone nail, and after looking at it for two seconds, he suddenly said: "Actually, since I learned of Shen Xi's death, I have been thinking for the past two days whether my previous thinking was wrong."

What he said was inexplicable, but when he noticed where his eyes fell, Sheng Xia immediately understood. He seemed to have become weaker by two points in an instant, and coughed twice before panting. Ask: "Brother Dongdong, why do you think so?"

Wen Dong turned his eyes away, and turned to look at the shadow of the sun falling on the floor. He gently placed one hand on the back of Sheng Xia's hand to comfort him, and with the other hand, he unconsciously fiddled with the joint on his collarbone. , the round nail.

The memory retreats all the way from the mask pendant, back to the treacherous dream, and finally freezes at the moment when the collarbone nail is embedded in the body, the eternal pain.

After a while, Wen Dong said softly: "I just suddenly discovered that some things seem to have been preordained in the dark, and no matter how I try to escape, I can't escape."

-

At the same time, the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau.

"Don't evade changing the subject!" The interrogating policeman stared at Qian Shu, who was sitting across from him, and said sternly, "Answer whatever you are asked! Where is the tuning fork in your piano room?!"

Outside the glass on one side, Tang Chu turned his head to look at Ji Lin, and asked in a breathy voice: "Mr. Ji, haven't we already ruled out his suspicion? Is it necessary to use this method to interrogate him so severely?"

"It is necessary," Ji Lin replied decisively, "We have indeed temporarily ruled out his suspicion of committing the crime, but he was the one who threw the "knife". The man who steals the knife. "

Tang Chu had an epiphany.

After listening to Ruan Tian's report on the latest progress, Tang Chu felt a moment of despair.

He has no doubts about Ji Lin's profile. After all, he has partnered for many years, and the accuracy of Ji Lin's profile of the suspect is obvious to all in the city bureau.

But now the actual situation is indeed that all their previous clues have been broken, as if they have entered a dead end.

Tang Chu refused to let go of a glimmer of hope, and confirmed to Ji Lin again, would Shen Xi really not have anything to do with the old case?Do you want to investigate further in this direction?

But Ji Lin shook his head again and denied it, and explained briefly that Shen Xi's family background did not match the people involved in the old case.

Tang Chu listened to it at the time, and after two seconds, he became bewildered, how did Ji Lin know the background of the people involved in the old case?

But Ji Lin didn't give him a chance to ask further questions, but re-examined that, in fact, it's not a complete deadlock now, at least they confirmed one thing, that is——

The real culprit behind the scenes frequently let Qian Shu into the police's sight, and he had already decided that he wanted Qian Shu to be the scapegoat.

It's just that what is uncertain now is whether Qian Shu knew that someone was going to kill Shen Xi.

The meanings of the two are very different.

If he knew, Qian Shu was the one who took the initiative to borrow the knife. He had the same purpose as the murderer, wanting to kill Shen Xi, but he didn't expect to be used by the murderer and pushed out to take the blame.

If he didn't know, he was simply framed.

This is Ji Lin's intention to ask for a strict review of Qian Shu again.

In the interrogation room, Qian Shu was still in a suit and leather shoes, but he no longer deliberately maintained his appearance of decency. He said violently: "Didn't I already answer it! I don't know, I really don't know! My tuning fork was always placed on the The one on the window sill of the piano room was only tuned two days ago, and I haven’t used it for the past two days. If you don’t ask, I don’t even know it’s gone!”

Tang Chu shook his head and murmured, "I don't feel like I'm lying..."

He turned his head and asked Ji Lin again: "Mr. Ji, what do you think?"

Ji Lin's eyes still fell on Qian Shu in the interrogation room. He didn't answer, but suddenly asked: "I said before that you can ask Professor Qian's favorite student, Lu Mengting, to ask questions. Why hasn't he come?"

"Don't mention it," Tang Chu waved his hand, and said depressedly, "I asked Xiao Ruan to go to school to find her after you said it before, but she just happened to ask for leave, and she said she had diarrhea because of bad food... Xiao Ruan went to her dormitory, and came back to say that she really had severe diarrhea, her face was sallow and sallow, and she was extremely haggard, so she didn’t ask any questions.”

Ji Lin groaned, and asked in a low voice: "Is she not under monitoring during the presumed death time?"

Tang Chu was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "Yes, she's not there, I didn't get any photos of her going in and out, but isn't she Qian Shu's favorite student, she should be able to go through the faculty passage through the back door?"

After all, as we all know, good students are indeed more likely to have some so-called privileges.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Ji Lin said slowly, "Qian Shu is a teacher, but we knew before that the main entrance he used to go in and out is under surveillance, but his students left and needed a key The back door...Since it wasn't with Qian Shu, who opened the back door for her? Or, why can she have the key to the back door?"

Tang Chu's eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately clapped his hands and said, "In this way, this Lu Mengting is very suspicious! As Qian Shu's favorite student, she will not only know very well that Qian Shu's piano was only tuned two days ago, and it will not be used for the time being. To the tuning fork, and that night, according to what Qian Shu said, she really had a chance to get the tuning fork in Qian Shu's piano room!"

Ji Lin was noncommittal, but said: "I personally think that the relationship between Qian Shu and Lu Mengting should be more than just ordinary teachers and students. As for whether there is any suspicion... I need to have a face-to-face chat with her to judge whether she fits my profile. "

Tang Chu was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask "What's the relationship if they're not ordinary teachers and students", but before he could say it, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Hastily reaching out to unlock it, seeing the information on the screen clearly, Tang Chu slapped the table and said excitedly: "The hiding place of the murder weapon has been found!"

While talking, he threw the phone directly to Ji Lin, motioning Ji Lin to read the information, while he himself quickly pulled off the headset with one hand, and strode into the interrogation room.

Without sitting down, Tang Chu put one hand on the table, leaned over, grabbed Qian Shu's eyes tightly, and said word by word: "Professor Qian, don't you tell me where you are? Needless to say now, I'll come Tell you, we have found the murder weapon that killed Shen Xi, and it is in your own car, why do you have to quibble? Do you want to tell me, has anyone else been in your car in the past two days! "

After Tang Chu finished speaking in one breath, his eyes never settled on Qian Shu's face.

But after hearing Tang Chu's questioning, Qian Shu raised his eyebrows high, opened his eyes and mouth wide, and his shocked expression didn't seem fake, "What did you say? What's in my car?"

"The murder weapon," Tang Chu repeated sharply, "the murder weapon that killed Shen Xi!"

"This..." Qian Shu was at a loss, "How is this possible! I really didn't kill anyone, I really don't know!"

"You don't know, and no one rides in your car," Tang Chu said intentionally, "Then can that thing have wings and fly into your car by itself?!"

"No..." Qian Shudai shook his head in a daze, and then, he clapped his hands as if he suddenly remembered something, and said loudly, "I said I didn't know, but I didn't say, I didn't say no one was in my car, I think Get up, someone is sitting, someone has been sitting!"

Waiting for his words, Tang Chu glanced out of the glass on one side, and raised his eyebrows slightly triumphantly.

But Ji Lin turned to the headset and said softly: "It's not Lu Mengting he said, do you believe it?"

Tang Chu was taken aback, and before he could react, he heard Qian Shu speak again, and said anxiously: "Officer, you trust me, officer, there is really someone riding in my car! His name is Han Yang, it's... it's us A boy from the first year of the school!"

The author says:

We Dongdong: I'm not fishing for Lao Gong, I'm just solving riddles!