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They had already reached the downstairs of the administrative building. There were few students coming here, and it was still early in the morning, so the current environment could be called quiet and quiet.

Wen Dong and Ji Lin stood under the shade of the trees, the sun shone through the mottled shadows, covering Ji Lin's face in half-light and half-darkness, which made his appearance even more apparent at the moment, as if it was indistinguishable from gods and demons, almost ghostly.

It forms an extremely strong contrast with the gentle herbal aroma that he exudes, as always, without any waves.

Wen Dong suddenly blinked his eyes.

Because, for a moment, Wen Dong inexplicably felt a moist slightly itchy feeling in the corners of his eyes.

It seems that what Ji Lin is licking is not his own fingertips, but the corners of Wen Dong's eyes.

After a while, Ji Lin put down his hands, opened his eyes, and looked down at Wen Dong, a gluttonous look flashed across his eyes, like a large beast that had just tasted its prey.

"My little partner," Ji Lin said warmly, with the usual tone, "Thank you for your reward, I am very satisfied."

The tone was very natural, as if what he had just received was indeed just a very ordinary reward.

Wen Dong looked up at Ji Lin, he was nearly 10cm shorter than Ji Lin, so when looking at Ji Lin, he had to raise his head slightly.

This is a natural posture of looking up, but Wen Dong's eyes can't see that meaning at all, on the contrary, he is proud and natural.

Two seconds later, Wen Dong nodded calmly, raised his hand and pointed at the gate of the administrative building, and said in a polite and polite tone, "It's as long as Mr. Ji is satisfied. Can we go in?"

While talking, Wen Dong already had a natural demeanor, looked away from Ji Lin's face, and walked towards the steps first.

Ji Lin's eyes froze for a moment on Wen Dong's unrestrained and unrestrained back, and then he narrowed his eyes and followed him.

Now that the cooperation with Ji Lin has been reached, the resume that Wen Dong himself asked Wen's family to prepare the day before is naturally useless.

It's just that Wen Dong has always defined himself clearly. He is an art student. As for the piano, he learned it since he was 15 years old for the so-called social etiquette of the upper class. Therefore, the resume he prepared did not boast too much.

However, he is really talented in art, whether it is art or music, so although he is an amateur, he is definitely good at it, and it is indeed more than enough to apply for a temporary teacher.

Obviously, Ji Lin had already greeted the school. After entering the administrative building, Ji Lin took Wen Dong straight to the principal's office as if he was familiar with it. He knocked on the door lightly with his fingers, and waited for the sound of "Please come in" from inside before Ji Lin pushed the door open. Open, the gentleman stood aside, waited for Wen Dong to enter, turned around and closed the door again, and then walked in unhurriedly.

There is only the principal in the office, not even his assistant, which shows the high degree of secrecy of this plan.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the two sides signed the relevant agreement. The principal turned his attention to Wen Dong and said politely, "Is your surname Wen? Teacher Wen, that's right. Although the agreement has been signed, I still hope that you can cooperate to go." According to the process, take part in the interview, which will make it easier for us to announce the interview results later, do you think it is okay?"

This request is reasonable, Wen Dong naturally nodded and said: "Of course."

"Okay, okay," the principal said with a smile, "it would be great if you can cooperate. We will announce the results of the interview in the afternoon. If you encounter any problems in the school, you can come and communicate with me directly. , especially anything related to your case-solving, our school will definitely do our best to cooperate."

"Okay," Wen Dong responded politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After everything was negotiated, the principal personally sent the two of them to the door of the office, raised his finger, and said succinctly: "The interview location is in the conference hall on the first floor of the administrative sub-building next door. Thank you for your hard work."

In the past, such interviews should have been held at the House of Music, but since the incident of Shenxi, the activities arranged by the House of Music have been minimized.

Wen Dong and Ji Lin bid farewell to the principal politely, and entered the elevator room together.

Ji Lin raised his hand and pressed the button on the first floor. Wen Dong remembered something, and suddenly asked, "How is Lu Mengting? Is she ready to report Qian Shu?"

The matter between Lu Mengting and Qian Shu is no secret to the police, as long as Lu Mengting is determined to tear open the scar, the police will intervene.

As if he didn't expect Wen Dong to suddenly care about Lu Mengting, Ji Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied truthfully: "She has stabilized a lot, and she agrees with the police to intervene, but you know, this kind of incident is different from a criminal case. Obtaining evidence is much more difficult."

Wen Dong nodded, expressing his understanding, but his expression was lost again for a moment. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "I'll talk to her again when I have time in the afternoon."

Lu Mengting was originally talented and innocent, but she didn't want to be violated by her direct tutor, academically threatened, used by the murderer, induced to commit suicide, and even almost became a scapegoat for death after entering the school.

It's hard not to feel sorry for her.

only…

It's just that Wen Dong, as Shen Xi's friend, has a special status. In addition, the look in Wen Dong's eyes when he mentioned Lu Mengting...

The elevator dinged and reached the first floor, and Wen Dong walked out first.

Two seconds later, when the elevator door was about to close, Ji Lin seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and followed him out. His eyes fell on Wen Dong's face, with a faint sense of two-point undisguised inquiry.

"Mr. Ji," Wen Dong simply stood still, raised his eyebrows at Ji Lin, and asked bluntly, "Maybe you are thinking, I don't look like someone who has empathy and cares about strange girls? "

Probably because Wen Dong asked too straightforwardly, Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up again, and he said in a gentle voice, "Why do you think so? I was just thinking... my little partner, you know , when you mentioned Lu Mengting, and before, when you saw Shen Xi's corpse, what kind of eyes did you have?"

Wen Dong stagnated slightly, and had a vague premonition of something.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ji Lin heard that he was not in a hurry, and gave the answer: "It's compassion. In the face of a friend who passed away suddenly, you don't have excessive sadness and pain. When you face a friend who has a certain relationship with the case, Scapegoat girl, you neither vent your anger nor sympathize. Under different situations, your eyes naturally show the same compassion. I'm just curious..."

Speaking of this, Ji Yan deliberately paused, leaned down slightly, and looked straight into Wen Dong's eyes, his tone seemed to be persuasive, almost bewitching, and continued: "I'm curious about my little partner, how different was it before?" It's an ordinary experience, so at such a young age, you can always give birth to a kind of empathy, as if all sentient beings are suffering?"

If Tang Chu was present at this moment, he must have seen that Ji Lin usually looked like this during interrogation.

His light brown eyes stared at you seriously, and he spoke the most seductive words in the most gentle and quiet tone...

Let the person facing him, unknowingly, seem to be involved in a whirlpool, and unknowingly, uncontrollably, reveal his heart to him.

During Ji Lin's interrogation, it was tried and tested without any failure.

However, Wen Dong is probably the exception.

The one and only exception that cannot be bewitched.

He looked back at Ji Lin quietly, his eyes were as calm and calm as usual, neither dodging nor avoiding.

After a while, the corners of Wen Dong's lips curled up slowly, revealing an almost chilling smile.

Afterwards, Wen Dong's thin lips moved slightly, and slightly modified what Ji Lin had said to him not long ago, and replied back calmly: "Although I can understand, for some reasons, Mr. Some people pay close attention to it, but if they pay attention to it, it’s really hard for me not to suspect that Mr. Ji has something else to do when he comes to directly inquire about my past experience.”

After saying this word by word, without giving Ji Lin any time to respond, Wen Dong turned around calmly, and strode into the interview location in another building next door.

The back view left to Ji Lin is still walking steadily and calmly.

Ji Lin's eyes were fixed on that figure, not for a moment, the light in his eyes was as hot as sunlight.

After a while, he slowly reached into his pocket with his right hand and touched a strip of cold metal.

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The first interview is not difficult. After submitting your resume and answering some questions about music theory, you will play a piece that you have prepared in advance.

What Wen Dong chose was a track with medium technical difficulty and extremely high emotional difficulty.

Obviously, he was not disturbed by Ji Lin's question at all, and he still performed well, and both interviewers praised him very much.

Before leaving the interview site, Wen Dong did not forget his real purpose for applying for this position. He took a deep breath on the spot, and carefully discerned all kinds of smells within the range. After finding nothing unusual, he strode out of the gate.

Ji Lin waited under the shade of a tree not far away.

The first time he noticed Wen Dong coming out, Ji Lin stepped up to meet him, as if not long ago, the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two never existed at all, Ji Lin looked as usual, and asked gently: "Mr. Xiao Wen's interview, Is it going well?"

Wen Dong smiled. This time, he did not practice Tai Chi with Ji Lin, but lowered his voice, and cut to the chase: "There are only two internal personnel of the Yashen Conservatory of Music, and they are two interviewers, one male and one female. All of them are at least 40 years old, which does not meet the speculation about the age of the murderer, and the rest are all interviewees, and no abnormalities have been observed for the time being."

Ji Lin nodded, his eyes moved slightly, and he said half jokingly and half sincerely: "Mr. Xiaowen, it is indeed my honor to have a partner like you."

When he said this, he seemed to move his left arm inadvertently.

Wen Dong followed his movements subconsciously, and saw an extra, familiar metal chain on his left wrist.

Noticing where his eyes fell, Ji Lin's expression remained unchanged. The fingers of his right hand covered his left wrist, rubbing lightly on the chain, and suddenly changed the topic back to what Wen Dong said before the interview. He smiled, meaning Pointingly said: "I really have other plans. As for what the plans are, Mr. Xiaowen, haven't I told you before?"

Wen Dong was slightly stunned, but didn't realize what Ji Lin was referring to.

But before he could recall any more, Ji Yan suddenly approached his ear, still gentlemanly without touching the tip of his ear or even his hair, and slowed down his tone more and more, and said slowly: "Since Mr. Xiaowen doesn't remember, I’ll repeat it to you again, what I’m trying to do is——Mr. Xiaowen, he’s really a stunner in this world, and wants to eat you.”

Wen Dong's shoulders were slightly tense, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand to rub his ears. He took half a step back, grabbed Ji Lin's eyes, and replied not to be outdone: "Really? If that's all, then , I think, Mr. Ji has no need to inquire about my past experience. After all, for any hunter, the prey only needs to be delicious. No hunter wants to know how the prey becomes delicious, Mr. Ji , do you agree with my idea?"

The building not far away was still full of interviewees. The windows of the conference hall on the first floor were not closed, and the sound of the piano was intermittently wafting out.

It is obviously a non-personal venue, but in this small area, there is also a kind of silent confrontation and vague ambiguity, which flows invisible between the two.

After a while, Ji Lin stopped rubbing the chain, and spoke first, noncommittal: "It seems that Mr. Xiaowen really has a lot of experience in being a good hunter."

He paused for a while, and before Wen Dong could answer, he turned around and asked, "It's getting late, I'm going to the Municipal Bureau, Mr. Xiaowen is here, you must pay attention to your own safety first, and if you find any problems later, you will be notified." You can contact me at any time, send a message, or call. In addition, if Mr. Xiaowen is free, it is best to go to the Municipal Bureau again. I have already informed Deputy Team Tang about your joining the plan , he hopes you can go to a clear road."

Speaking of business, Wen Dong also consciously restrained his defensive posture just now, nodded in response, remembered something, and asked again: "Can I go and see the scene by myself?"

He had only seen photos of the scene before, but now that he had the opportunity to see the scene with his own eyes, Wen Dong naturally would not let it go.

As soon as the two came back and forth, they easily broke up the indescribable atmosphere just now, and both sides seemed to become polite and polite again.

Hesitating for a moment, Ji Lin nodded, and said gently: "You can go and see, but Mr. Xiaowen, please pay attention to two points. First, don't be seen by others, or Mr. Xiaowen knows it well, and you will face serious problems at any time." The risk of exposure. Second, this one is relatively simple, and please remember to wear gloves and shoe covers when Mr. Xiao Wen enters, and don’t change any decorations on the scene.”

"I remember," Wen Dong nodded, and responded seriously, "I will pay attention."

"Then I'll take my leave first." Ji Lin finished politely.

Wen Dong bid him farewell politely, "Okay, Mr. Ji, please drive safely."

Watching Ji Lin turn around and take two steps towards the school gate, Wen Dong stopped him suddenly: "Mr. Ji, there was something you said just now, and what you said was wrong."

Ji Lin paused and turned his head.

A bright smile bloomed on Wen Dong's lips, and he blinked at Ji Lin, as if he said sincerely: "I don't have any experience in being a good hunter. On the contrary, what I'm good at is being a delicious prey." .”

After saying this, without waiting for Ji Lin to respond, Wen Dong waved to him as farewell, turned around and left first.

As if he couldn't feel it at all, Wen Dong took out the burning eyes that fell on him, took out his phone, checked the time, then turned on the navigation, turned around and followed the navigation, and walked towards the Music House.

It is now [-]:[-] in the morning. It should be shortly after the second class. I heard from the principal before that only the music public classrooms on the first to third floors of the Music House are still in normal use. Starting from the fourth floor, it was originally provided It is a private piano room for teachers and students, but after what happened to Shen Xi, few teachers and students will use it anymore.

Wen Dong didn't have gloves and shoe covers for the time being, but he was not in a hurry to enter the scene immediately, he just wanted to go to the Music House to take a look at it as a whole.

Ten minutes later, looking at the white conch-shaped building in front of him, Wen Dong's footsteps paused for a moment, as if he was gathering strength for himself, then lifted up again, and entered the main entrance of the House of Music, his footsteps seemed to become firmer.

He first walked slowly around the first floor, and found that the classrooms on the first floor were basically full. The students were in class, and there were slightly different sounds of musical instruments from different classrooms.

However, Wen Dong keenly noticed that the sound insulation of this building is indeed very good. The distance between the classrooms is not too far, and they are all using musical instruments, but they can basically not interfere with each other.

Wen Dong deliberately didn't take the elevator, and chose to walk up the stairs.

Walked briefly on the second and third floors, and the basic situation was the same as that of the first floor. Wen Dong finally stepped on the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

Shen Xi's piano room was on the fourth floor.

It can be heard that Dong has just arrived on the fourth floor, and before he walks out of the stairwell, a very strong and complex smell suddenly surges from the tip of his nose——

It was a mixture of two flavors, one was very strong, almost pungent, and Wen Dong recognized it immediately. This smell was called hatred. When Lu Mengting mentioned the money book in front of Lu Mengting, Lu Mengting felt It will smell like this.

But as for the other, another smell, it was difficult for Wen Dong to distinguish or even describe it.

Because in daily life, this kind of smell, or this kind of emotion of human beings, doesn't seem to appear very often.

Instead of standing still and thinking, Wen Dong only stayed for a short moment, then deliberately slowed down and took two steps forward. Then, with the help of the metal door in the stairwell, he poked his head slightly and looked out.

However, the moment he looked, Wen Dong opened his eyes slightly, and his heart subconsciously beat twice violently——

Directly facing the stairwell is the entire corridor on the fourth floor. From Wen Dong's current perspective, he can see to the end at a glance.

The room at the back on the left is the most eye-catching, because there is a cordon there.

Undoubtedly, that was the piano room where Shen Xi was alive, and it was also the scene where Shen Xi died.

However, what really surprised Wen Dong was that at this moment, there was no one outside the cordon.

Instead, there stood a strange girl with long hair.

Wen Dong immediately recognized that the indescribably complex smell on the tip of his nose came from this girl.

The author says:

Please watch the peak duel between the master hunters! 【x】