mask personality

Inside the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Yashen Municipal Bureau.

Because of Ji Lin's guess, Lu Mengting was not brought into the interrogation room in the end, but sat in the interrogation room——

To assist in the investigation, and the identification of potential victims.

However, this time, the person in charge of the inquiry is no longer the little policeman in the team, but Ji Lin alone.

There is no other reason, but because of the previous "jumping" incident, Lu Mengting's trust in Ji Lin increased sharply, but she was still wary of the rest of the male police officers, including Tang Chu.

Therefore, Ji Lin had to go into battle in person, while Tang Chu listened outside the glass with a headset on.

In the inquiry room, before Ji Yan could start asking, Lu Mengting opened her mouth first. She pursed her lips and asked softly, "Do you really believe me? Do you believe everything I say?"

"Of course." The corners of Ji Lin's lips curled up gently, as if without hesitation, Wen Sheng asked back, "If we don't believe you, why would we let you sit here?"

This sentence undoubtedly gave Lu Mengting great courage. She stared at Ji Lin for another two seconds. After that, she took a deep breath and clenched her fists again. Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she whispered: " I... I found this in my jeans pocket..."

While talking, she reached into the pocket of her jeans with one hand, and took out a piece of paper folded into the shape of an envelope.

The moment his eyes touched, Ji Lin's eyes moved slightly.

Because in his windbreaker pocket, there is also a piece of paper folded into an envelope——

It was his little artist, a gift from him.

Ji Lin's arm that had been stitched moved subconsciously, and his slender fingers covered the other wrist, rubbing lightly on the chain.

After a while, Ji Yan stopped, raised his hand instead, and picked up the paper-folded envelope that Lu Mengting had just put on from the table, but did not open it directly, but raised his eyes to Lu Mengting, asking for her consent very politely: "Excuse me, may I open it and have a look?"

As if she didn't expect Ji Yan to ask such a question, Lu Mengting was stunned for a moment before she nodded and said, "Of course, it was meant to be shown to you...because I didn't write this..."

With Lu Mengting's permission, Ji Lin slowly unfolded the envelope in his hand and spread it on the table in the inquiry room.

However, the moment Ji Lin saw the content on the paper, Ji Lin's pupils shrank suddenly.

This piece of paper turned out to be a "suicide note".

A suicide note written in the tone of Lu Mengting.

The first sentence of the opening chapter turned out to be an unusually straightforward confession——

I killed Teacher Shen.

Obviously, Lu Mengting had already read the above content, she said eagerly: "It's really not written by me! It's really not me! You believe me, I... I'm really sorry for Teacher Shen, but I, but I How is it possible to do that?!"

Ji Lin tilted his head slightly, and looked at Tang Chu through the glass.

Partnering for many years, Tang Chu instantly understood what Ji Lin meant. Ji Lin was telling Tang Chu through his eyes——

The speculation he made before is gradually being implemented.

Ji Lin turned his gaze back to Lu Mengting, his expression remained the same, and he asked warmly, "When did you find this piece of paper?"

Although he didn't say "believe" directly, this question seems to have been tacitly acknowledged that Lu Mengting is indeed just a "discoverer", not the owner of this so-called suicide note.

Lu Mengting was obviously appeased. She calmed down and replied earnestly: "It was after I came down...after being rescued by you, I was, I was crying at that time, and I wanted to find a napkin in my pocket, but I found this..."

Ji Lin nodded slightly, and asked suddenly: "Then did you find that there is something missing in your pocket?"

Lu Mengting asked blankly, "What's missing?"

Ji Lin lowered his eyes and stared at Lu Mengting. After a short moment, he didn't answer, but suddenly asked: "Do you want to play a little game?"

Lu Mengting was even more at a loss now. She didn't understand why she suddenly started playing games after the good inquiries. She asked, "What...a game?"

Ji Lin glanced out of the glass again, Tang Chu received the sight, and immediately asked Ruan Tian to send in the things he had prepared at Ji Lin's request.

That's a mini organizer.

Ji Lin took it, thanked him politely, took out the items from the storage bag, and displayed them one by one in front of Lu Mengting——

Those are five pendants of different styles.

Four of the pendants were bought by Ruan Tian at a gift shop near Lu Mengting's school, and they are popular styles now—

A plush little penguin, an acrylic milk tea cup, a metal violent bear, and a minimalist musical note.

The remaining one fell out of Lu Mengting's pocket before and was picked up by Tang Chu. It is a mask pendant.

Ji Lin deliberately put this mask pendant in the middle, where Lu Mengting can look directly, so as to observe her reaction easily.

"Okay," Ji Lin stared at Lu Mengting seriously, his tone was still extremely gentle, "Actually, it's not a small game, it's just for you to choose the one you like the most from these five pendants."

Because of Ji Lin's deliberate placement, and because this mask pendant is the most unusual, Lu Mengting's eyes were indeed attracted by it at first.

However, her gaze stayed on it for a very short moment, then she moved away. She even curled her lips subconsciously and expressed her opinion in a low voice: "This is so ugly..."

After that, Lu Mengting didn't look at the mask pendant again, and made a choice among the other four.

She ruled out the violent bear first, then the milk tea cup, and finally hesitated between the plush little penguin and the minimalist note, and couldn't help but raise her head and ask Ji Lin: "Can I only choose one?"

Ji Lin smiled, nodded deliberately: "Yes, I can only choose one."

The embarrassment on Lu Mengting's face became more and more obvious, and she hesitated for another two seconds. She finally chose the one that fit her status as a music student. If you had to choose one, choose this."

Ji Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he put the other four pendants back into the storage bag one by one, then pushed the one with the minimalist note to Lu Mengting's hand, and said softly: "I'll give it to you, it's okay, you are willing to cooperate Our little gift."

Judging from Lu Mengting's process of selecting the pendant, Ji Lin didn't see anything unusual.

That is to say, according to Ji Lin's judgment, Lu Mengting really doesn't know this mask pendant, she doesn't even know that this pendant once existed in her pocket.

Furthermore, this mask pendant and this so-called suicide note should have been put in Lu Mengting's pocket while Lu Mengting was not paying attention.

And that person hiding in the dark may be the real murderer who killed Shen Xi.

Lu Mengting didn't expect to receive a small gift suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, but before she could say any polite words of rejection, Ji Lin pushed a piece of white paper and a pen in front of her, and spoke softly : "Please sign it."

Lu Mengting didn't know what this meant, she was at a loss, so she obediently followed suit and wrote down her name on the paper.

Just after I stopped writing, I heard Ji Lin say unhurriedly: "My next request may not be very acceptable to you, but I still hope that you can cooperate with us as much as possible. After all, you also I must really want to know who killed Shen Xi, and who put this so-called suicide note in your pocket, right?"

Lu Mengting nodded, and said seriously: "What request? I will cooperate."

After getting this guarantee, Ji Lin tapped the paper in front of Lu Mengting lightly with his signature pen, and said in a low voice, "Write another sentence on this paper, just write it—I killed Teacher Shen."

Sure enough, upon hearing Ji Yan's request, Lu Mengting's expression changed, and she couldn't help asking: "Why did you write this sentence? You...you still don't believe me, right?"

"That's not the case," Ji Yan shook his head, his voice was always warm and calm, and his tone was always indifferent, which could easily appease obedient people, "I asked you to write this sentence not because I don't believe you, on the contrary, It is precisely because we believe in you and believe that you were framed that we ask you to do this. After all..."

After a short pause, Ji Yan turned the pen in his hand and continued: "After all, you know, the police can't rely on subjective "belief" to solve a case, but rely on objective evidence. Only your handwriting can be used. Only by professional comparison with the handwriting on this suicide note that you gave us can we truly prove that it was not written by you. So, can you understand? "

After listening to Ji Yan's serious explanation, Lu Mengting's mood became much calmer. She nodded, lowered her head and held the pen to write a word, but then paused, hesitated for a moment, she still couldn't hold back, and asked for help: "I understand Yes, but...does it have to be this sentence? In other words, can't it..."

"No." This time Ji Yan answered very simply, his tone was still gentle, but there was a faint taste of two points of indifference, "I know, it is really cruel for you to ask you to write this sentence, However, we have to admit that this sentence is indeed the most representative."

Because handwriting itself can also reveal a person's emotions.

Lu Mengting didn't ask any more questions. She suppressed the emotions in her heart and wrote down the words "I killed Teacher Shen" one stroke at a time.

Putting down the pen, Lu Mengting quickly blinked her eyes to suppress the moisture in her eyes.

Tang Chu opened the door and walked in, reached out from the table to pick up the paper that Lu Mengting had just written on, and the "suicide note" that Lu Mengting had provided. Afraid of irritating her again, Tang Chu took the paper back to the door and said loudly: " I'll send Xiao Ruan to a handwriting expert for analysis, you guys go on, you go on."

As he said that, he had already exited and closed the door again by the way.

"Okay," after confirming that the door of the inquiry room has been completely closed, and Tang Chu put on the headset again, Ji Yan continued in a persuasive manner, "Now, can you tell me why you want to feel sorry for Shen Xi?" gone?"

Hearing this question, Lu Mengting unconsciously clenched her fingers again. She was silent for a while before she finally started to talk: "On April 4th, I...I received an anonymous note..."

-

At the same time, at Wen Dong's home.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes stood at the door with a respectful attitude, handed over a document bag with both hands, and said respectfully: "Master Xiaowen, your resume is ready, and it has been revised according to your requirements. "

Wen Dong also took it with both hands, and politely replied: "Thank you, you have made a special trip to send it over."

"Master Xiaowen is serious," the young man immediately shook his head, "This is what I'm supposed to do."

Wen Dong didn't show the politeness of coming and going with him anymore, he just nodded and said, "Give my regards to Uncle Rong."

The young man nodded, thought for a while, and then said: "The old lady also asked me to bring you a message. I want you to go back with Young Master Xiao Sheng next time."

"Understood." A real smile appeared in Wen Dong's eyes, and his tone softened a little, "Tell grandma for me, I will definitely go back with Xia Xia next time."

After the task was completed, the young man turned around and went out, and closed the door respectfully for Wen Dong.

Wen Dong was not in a hurry to open the file bag, but just placed it on the decorative cabinet in the entrance. He glanced at today's new roses that were in full bloom, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned around. Walked back to the living room.

Sheng Xia is still half lying in the wheelchair by the window.

Wen Dong walked over, sat on the sofa next to him, and naturally pulled Sheng Xia's paralyzed hand that had shriveled and deformed, quietly curled up on his lower abdomen, and gently kneaded it.

"Brother Dongdong..." Shengxia smiled at Wendong, and asked him softly, "You...really, have you thought about it?"

Wen Dong nodded, sighed again, and said helplessly: "The police, the latest clues should be broken again. So far, three suspects have appeared one after another, but these three have been ruled out one after another. Suspicion, I think, they should also adjust the plan and direction of the investigation, after all, the murderer is hiding very deeply, and the cover-up is really good..."

Probably affected by emotions, Sheng Xia's paralyzed hand, which was held and kneaded by Wen Dong, twitched uncontrollably twice, his fingers twisted into a curve that is difficult for normal people to achieve, and he panted, "Dongdong, hoo...Brother Dongdong , since, as we all know, the police will also adjust the plan, then, we can't wait for the police to end... ho... the result?"

His lung capacity is really poor. After speaking such a sentence intermittently, his whole body seems to be pumped out.

Wen Dong hurriedly turned on the oxygen generator beside him, put a nasal oxygen tube on Sheng Xia, and patted the back of his hand to comfort him: "Be good, don't worry, adjust your breathing."

After Sheng Xia's breathing became stable again, Wen Dong answered his question just now, and said softly: "Xia Bao, do you still remember what I told you last time? There are some things that cannot be escaped."

He paused for a moment, raised his hand subconsciously, and gently turned the round nail on his collarbone, his tone became more gentle, as if he was speaking to Midsummer, but also as if he was just muttering to himself: "No Thinking that it would be fulfilled so soon...the mask has actually infiltrated the university."

Wen Dong said the word "mask" in an extremely vague manner, which was almost breathless. Sheng Xia couldn't hear it clearly, so he subconsciously asked: "What? What, infiltration?"

Wen Dong suddenly came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Sheng Xia, a difficult expression flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly returned to normal.

In the end, Wen Dong just shook his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just... I don't want to keep waiting for others to inform me of information and progress. That's too passive. You know, I don't like it all the time. passive."

-

In the early morning of the next day, the Yashen Conservatory of Music held a public interview for the piano teacher.

And Wen Dong was one of the test subjects.

He was rarely seen in a suit.

A light blue suit with a pure white shirt inside, and bright blue cuff buttons shining brightly in the sun, making him more clean and dignified.

That's right, this is Wen Dong's new plan.

Judging from the current information, the murderer who killed Shen Xi is very likely to still be lurking in the Yashen Conservatory of Music.

When Wen Dong went to school to look for Lu Mengting the day before, he accidentally saw the information about the recruitment of a piano teacher, so he had a new plan——

After applying for this position, use yourself as bait to see if you can catch the person who has been hiding behind the blindfold.

However, both expected and unexpected, Wen Dong had just arrived at the school gate, opened the door to get off the car, turned around, and saw a familiar figure walking towards him in the distance.

Wen Dong raised his eyebrows, touched his phone to check the time, and found that it was still early, so he was not in a hurry to go to school, so he simply leaned on the car, lit a cigarette, and waited for Ji Lin to approach.

Ji Lin is still wearing what he usually wears, a white shirt and black trousers, with a windbreaker casually draped over one arm.

The first time he saw him, Wen Dong subconsciously glanced at his wrists, but unfortunately, he didn't see chains on either of Ji Lin's wrists today.

Ji Lin finally approached, and stopped a step away in a very polite and gentlemanly manner.

"Mr. Xiaowen," Ji Lin said with a gentle arc on his lips, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

"It's really a coincidence," Wen Dong nodded, and greeted him politely, "Mr. Ji, good morning."

It seemed that it was just an action, and with a single sentence, the two of them easily brought their relationship back to the beginning.

It was as if the near-death extreme of jumping from the seventh floor together yesterday, and the morbid and tempting confrontation later, never existed.

"Good morning," Ji Lin responded, his eyes fell on the cigarette that Wen Dong held on his lips, and he suddenly asked, "Can I ask Mr. Xiaowen for a light?"

Wen Dong was taken aback, he had never seen Ji Lin smoke before.

But before he could ask, Ji Lin had already taken out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his windbreaker, took out one from it, and handed it to his lips, as if with a skillful gesture.

Wen Dong stared at Ji Lin for another two seconds before realizing that he reached into his pocket to touch the lighter.

However, just as his fingers touched the lighter, Ji Lin suddenly took a step forward and approached him.

Wen Dong stopped his movements subconsciously, and looked up at Ji Lin.

As we got closer, Wen Dong realized that Ji Lin had done something very unnatural to the wound on his forearm. The stitches were stitched well yesterday, but now, the wound seemed to be cracking. When it was opened, a little blood was reflected on the white shirt.

But Ji Yan didn't seem to notice it, he lowered his head slightly, and let the smoke on his lips touch it, Wen Dong's lips were still burning with the smoke from the fire.

The movement of raising his head stretched Wen Dong's already graceful neck line even more slender.

The shadows of the two were reflected on the ground together by the sunlight. From a distance, they looked like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

Wen Dong could clearly hear the slight sound the moment the shredded tobacco was burnt.

For an extremely brief moment, Wen Dong felt in a trance that it wasn't just the shredded tobacco that was being burned.

Perhaps, and his heart.

Wen Dong had never been borrowed like this before, or in other words, he would not allow others to borrow fire in this way.

Because this gesture is too ambiguous and too submissive.

It's like giving a kiss.

This time, Ji Lin was really caught off guard.

However, before Wen Dong could react, Ji Lin had already stepped back half a step like a gentleman. If one ignored him, Wen Dong's gaze half-hidden on his Adam's apple under the collar of his shirt, his expression It is still gentle and natural, and the tone is still polite: "Mr. Xiaowen, thank you."

When he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, took a puff of cigarette skillfully, and then suddenly smiled and said: "However, although I can understand that Mr. Xiaowen has always been very concerned about Shen Xi's case, but he paid attention to it. With the level of personal risk involved, it is really hard for me not to suspect that Mr. Xiaowen has other plans."

Obviously, the first time they saw each other, they could clearly guess the reason why the other party appeared here at this moment.

Ji Lin's tone sounded like a gentle joke, but Wen Dong knew clearly that this was another temptation for him.

Without rushing to answer, Wen Dong's eyes fell on Ji Lin's arm holding the cigarette.

I don't know if this person is doing it on purpose or because of habit, the side where he pinches the cigarette is the injured arm.

At this time, with the repeated movements of lifting and lowering when he was smoking, the spots of blood on the white shirt had bloomed more and more.

There's an eerie beauty to it.

Wen Dong lowered his eyes to look at it for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips, almost radiant.

He approached Ji Lin, took another puff of cigarette, then turned his head slightly, close to Ji Lin's ear, and sprayed all the smoke on Ji Lin's ear.

The slender fingers touched Ji Lin's injured forearm lightly. To be precise, they touched the wound that was still bleeding out.

Feeling the hot, fresh blood flowing under his fingertips through a thin layer of cloth, Wen Dong slightly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

His fingertips gently slid across the lines of the wound, admiring the light in Ji Lin's eyes as he wished, amidst the smog, Wen Dong and Ji Lin looked at each other with hooks in their eyes, and he chuckled as if pointing something , and said calmly: "I really have other plans, Mr. Ji may wish to guess, what is my plan?"

The author says:

Xiao Ji: It's me, it's me, the wife is trying to draw my blood? 【x】