mask personality

At 07:30 in the morning, the Yashen Conservatory of Music, which was originally full of vigor and vitality, had an unusual atmosphere today.

In front of a white building resembling a conch shell, a conspicuous cordon was pulled up at this moment, and there were crowds of people outside the line, and there was a lot of noise.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

"I heard that someone is dead! Look, so many policemen are here!"

"What?! The dead, who? A student, or a teacher?"

"How did he die? Suicide?"

"I don't see it, so many policemen can come to suicide..."

"Don't tell me... I won't dare to come here to practice the piano in the future!"

"Okay, okay!" The crew-cut police officer in charge of maintaining order yelled loudly, while holding back another student who was pushed onto the cordon, "Don't hang around here! Those who should go to have breakfast, go eat it." Breakfast, it's time to go to class, don't hinder our work, thank you for your cooperation!"

It was less than half an hour before the first class started. Hearing what the police said, the curious students looked at the time. Although they were very reluctant, most of them dispersed immediately.

As for the remaining half, they probably either didn't have class in the first period, or they just didn't care whether they attended class or not.

"Don't take pictures!" The crew-cut policeman suddenly stared at a boy holding a mobile phone under a big tree, and shouted to stop, "You can't take pictures! Delete it, right now!"

His face was livid and his tone was serious, but the boy seemed to have been inspired to rebel, and even choked back: "Why not? Taking pictures is my freedom, you are infringing on my personal rights!"

"You..." The crew cut policeman was very angry, and was about to step forward to educate the boy, when he saw a man walking behind the boy.

The man has broad shoulders and long legs, and his steps are steady. He is wearing a dark blue long windbreaker. The hem of the clothes slightly swings outwards as he walks, which further complements his extraordinary temperament.

"You're right," Ji Lin walked behind the boy, put one hand on the boy's shoulder, and said warmly, "It's really your freedom to take pictures."

The boy subconsciously turned around to look, and met a strange face with deep eyebrows and too handsome.

The boy didn't know who this person was, where he came from, and why he wanted to speak for him. He just looked at the gentle smile on his lips, and involuntarily let down his vigilance, and nodded as if seeking approval, "Look , you think so too! That policeman actually..."

But he couldn't finish his complaints, and felt the strength on his shoulders suddenly increase, but the handsome man didn't seem to notice anything wrong at all, the curvature of his lips didn't change at all, and his tone was still extremely gentle: " However, the circumstances of the case are still unclear, I think, as an innocent bystander, cooperating with the police should be the most correct choice, don’t you think so?”

"Innocent bystander" is emphasized, as if to imply that the boy will be regarded as a suspect if he insists on not listening to the police and insisting on taking pictures.

The boy turned off the ignition immediately, he stared at the man's light brown pupils for two seconds, an inexplicable chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, the boy quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any more, and responded in a panic: "Yes yes yes , I won’t shoot anymore, I really won’t shoot, I’m leaving now!”

The strong force on the shoulders was finally pulled away, Ji Lin withdrew his hand, took a step back like a gentleman, and said politely: "Thank you very much for your understanding and cooperation."

After saying this, Ji Lin stopped looking at the boy and strode towards the cordon.

The boy secretly glanced at the back again, thought of something, shuddered, and slipped away like oil on the soles of his feet.

Seeing Ji Lin approaching, the flat-headed policeman hurriedly raised the cordon for him, and greeted him: "Morning, Teacher Ji!"

Ji Yan smiled and nodded at him, "Morning, thank you."

"No hard work, no hard work," the flat-headed policeman hurriedly said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Ji Lin smiled, and didn't greet him any more, but looked up at the building in front of him. On the upper right corner of the building were four big gold characters - Music House.

After roughly guessing the purpose of this building, Ji Lin didn't stay any longer, and went straight into the building.

Tang Chu had told him the specific location on the phone before, and Ji Lin took the elevator directly to the fourth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, before he could lift his foot to go out, he heard Tang Chu's questioning voice: "Is there only one entrance and exit in this building?"

The answer sounded like a young female voice: "No, there are two entrances. The one you come in is the main entrance, and there is a back entrance behind..."

"That…"

As soon as Tang Chu asked a word, he heard another voice sounding at the same time as him: "Then, are these two doors installed with surveillance?"

Tang Chu hurriedly turned his head and waved to Ji Lin, "Mr. Ji, you are here!"

Ji Lin nodded, "Morning, Deputy Team Tang."

"Early, early," Tang Chu responded in a series, and pointed to the young woman standing in front of him, "This is the principal's secretary, and the principal hasn't come yet."

"Hello." Ji Lin took a gentle look at the woman.

"You... hello," facing two handsome long-legged men with very different styles, the impact was too strong, and the young woman stumbled when she spoke, "you... what did you ask just now?"

"Surveillance!" Tang Chu was impatient. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help raising his voice, "Ask if you have surveillance cameras at both doors!"

"I'm sorry..." The young woman returned to her senses after being yelled at, and she blushed and shook her head, "There is surveillance at the main entrance, but there is no surveillance at the back door...the back door is not."

"Pretending to be pretending and not pretending to be the other," Tang Chu was incredulous, "What's the point? Is it a lack of money for monitoring or fooling the monitoring!"

"No, no, no!" The young woman seemed to be afraid that he would misunderstand and cause trouble for the school. She shook her head like a rattle and hurriedly explained, "The back door is for faculty and staff, and it is locked 24 hours a day. Only the teacher has the key to open the door." Open!"

Hearing what she said, Tang Chu's face softened a little, but he still couldn't help saying, "Even if this is the case, you should install surveillance!"

"Yes, yes," the young woman hastily smiled, "We originally thought about protecting the teacher's privacy as much as possible..."

Tang Chu snorted and said with a blush, "Do you know that safety comes first!"

"Yes, yes," the young woman nodded eagerly, "We will definitely learn from it in the future..."

Tang Chu raised his head again, scanned the roof of the corridor, and pointed casually: "Then this row of surveillance should be all right?"

The young woman's complexion suddenly became uglier, and after a while, she tremblingly choked out a sentence: "It's okay, it's just...it's just that it hasn't been opened since this semester..."

Tang Chu: "..."

As if afraid of being reprimanded again, the young woman hurriedly replied this time: "As you know, officer, this building is completely open to students. They not only come here during class, but also at any other time, if they want to practice by themselves, or do club activities or something, They will also be here. Last semester, the students even signed a letter requesting that the monitoring in this building be turned off. We did this to conform to the will of the people and protect the privacy of the students..."

Seeing that Tang Chu's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, the young woman hastily turned around and said: "But this time I really learned my lesson! I will report to the principal later and immediately turn on the surveillance again, safety first!"

Tang Chu was completely speechless at this moment, held back for a while, but still didn't hold back, burst into a foul language.

The young woman looked helplessly at Ji Lin, who raised her hand and patted Tang Chu's shoulder, and said at the right time: "I'll go and see the scene, is it the one in front?"

Tang Chu raised his hand and stroked his tied-up hair, forced himself to calm down, nodded and said, "Yes, the dead are still inside, let them take them back to the bureau after you finish watching."

Ensuring the integrity of the scene is Ji Lin's first requirement, so every time a new case comes out, he will wait for him to see the scene before taking the body and related evidence back for further inspection.

Ji Lin gave an "um" as a response, and stepped forward.

On the label above the door frame of the room where the deceased lived, it was written in black and white——405, for teachers only——Shenxi.

Standing by the door was a middle-aged woman in cleaning clothes, holding a broom in her hand, her face was sallow, and she looked quite frightened.

Ji Lin understood, turned his head and asked, "The reporter?"

"Yes," Tang Chu succinctly repeated Aunt Cleaning's confession, "This kind of room dedicated to teachers is different from the security door at home. As long as it is not locked from the inside, people outside can open it directly, which is convenient. Students usually come to the teacher, and the reporter started cleaning routinely at 06:30 today. It was exactly [-]:[-] when she arrived at the room. The door was unlocked, so she opened it directly. As soon as she opened it, she saw the victim. Time to call the police."

Ji Lin nodded to show that he knew, took the shoe cover from a policeman inside the door, put it on, and walked into the door.

To his surprise, the room was much cleaner and tidier than expected.

Looking at the entire room, there are only three items in total.

The coat rack by the door—it was empty.

There is a set of tables and chairs by the window on the right side—the table is very tidy, except for a ceramic cup in the upper left corner and two piano scores in the upper right corner, there is nothing else.

There is a piano against the wall on the left.

Herein lies the problem-

On the piano bench, at this very moment, there is a man "sitting" facing the piano, his back completely collapsed, and his head is pressed heavily on the keys of the piano. Obviously, he has been pressed like this for a long time, and the piano has long since lost its sound. .

The man was wearing a hip-hop jacket, but the jacket was clean without a trace of blood.

At first glance, it seemed that the man was just asleep, and someone thoughtfully covered him with a coat.

Ji Lin put on white gloves, stretched out his hand and gently uncovered the coat, only to see that the inside of the coat, as well as the white T-shirt on the man, had already been soaked in blood.

However, the strange thing was that the man's body was obviously stained with blood, but he didn't even see a drop of blood on the floor, but it was very clean.

This seems to be a very strange picture, as if a horror element has been suddenly inserted into an ordinary life painting.

Ji Lin hesitated for a moment, and asked aloud, "Isn't it the first scene?"

"It's the first scene," the policeman who had just handed him the shoe covers stepped forward and replied, "We have already checked the corpse, there is no trace of dragging on the body, and the luminol on the floor has reacted, from the amount of blood and the shape of the blood stains. Looking at it, the transfer of corpses can be basically ruled out.”

"Do you also find it strange?" Tang Chu's voice sounded behind him, "Usually cleaning up the scene and transferring the corpse often exist at the same time, but now this is obviously the first scene, and the corpse has not been removed. Clean up all the blood on the ground, isn't that superfluous?"

Ji Lin's eyes still fell on the corpse, and he nodded in agreement: "It's really strange."

"And the scene is so fucking clean!" Tang Chu said irritably, "There are no fingerprints, no footprints, and basically all valid clues have been disposed of."

"That's not true," Ji Lin shook his head, and said softly, "Cleanliness itself is one of the biggest clues."

Tang Chu's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "How do you say that?"

Ji Lin finally turned his eyes away from the corpse and turned to Tang Chu's face.

"Just imagine," his voice was still low and gentle, and his tone was even seductive, "If it was you who accidentally killed someone, what would be your first reaction?"

Tang Chu said without hesitation: "Call the police and surrender!"

The corners of Ji Lin's lips froze for a very short second, probably because he was shocked by the righteousness of Tang's deputy detachment, but soon, he changed his words: "Then think about it again, if you were any ordinary person, Accidentally killed someone, besides reporting to the police and turning himself in, what is more likely to be done?"

Tang Chu thought for a while, and then answered frankly: "I will be frightened, and I am very afraid of being discovered, so I will run away immediately."

"That's right," Ji Lin nodded, and continued as if imparting knowledge, "but this murderer is different now. Not only did he not leave fingerprints and footprints, but after killing someone, instead of running away immediately, he did the opposite. But let’s stay and clean up the scene carefully, what does that mean?”

Tang Chu was enlightened, his eyes lit up, and he had a comprehensible expression on his face, "I got it! It means that he is not afraid at all, and he is not surprised by the victim's death... So, this is a scene that was planned long ago. , premeditated crime!"

"That's not all." Ji Lin's eyes turned back to the corpse again, his tone was very light, but the words he said carried weight, "If the human instinct is to escape, then what you have to do to go against your instinct must be There is a stronger internal driving force. For example, the murderer may have a serious cleanliness, or a strong psychological quality, or a certain psychological belief that he has to do so. Only in this way can he support him after killing Still being able to be in the same room with a dead body and get the cleaning done without fear."

After the words fell, Ji Lin stretched out his hand, and gently lifted the corpse's head with his slender fingers.

Scrutinize carefully.

Seeing Ji Lin's appearance, Tang Chu couldn't help but gasped.

Rao is that he and Ji Lin have been partners for many years, and he has been out on the scene countless times, but every time he is still surprised by Ji Lin's state when he observes the corpse.

In early Tang's memory, Ji Lin has always looked like this since the first time he appeared on the scene——

Indifferent, gentle, no matter how fierce and tragic the scene, or how horrific the dead body, Ji Lin's expression remains unchanged.

Even very occasionally, Tang Chu would feel that when Ji Lin looked at the corpse, it was as if he was looking at a work of art, and his eyes were so gentle that they could even be called appreciative.

But how could anyone appreciate such a scene?

Tang Chu shook his head, dispelling the inexplicable weird thoughts in his mind.

Ji Lin looked at it for a while, didn't speak, and put the head of the corpse back to its original position without moving.

Tang Chu couldn't help but asked him: "How is it? What did you see?"

"I have some ideas," Ji Lin's white-gloved fingertips slowly brushed across the wound on the back of the corpse, his movements were gentle, as if savoring, "But I'm not sure yet, we'll wait until the results of the autopsy come out."

Hearing what he said, Tang Chu didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "Then let the body be taken away first? The family members of the victim are probably already waiting in the police station."

Ji Lin nodded, and finally withdrew his hand.

Tang Chu yelled outside the door: "Two people come in, take the corpse away!"

After shouting, he turned back to look at Ji Lin and asked for his opinion: "Since it was a premeditated crime, and it was in such an environment that the victim is very familiar with, then consider that the acquaintance is more likely to commit the crime, or first Start with social relations?"

Ji Lin gave a "hmm" and added: "Focus on the investigation of acquaintances in the school, or at least those who often come to the school to find the deceased, because this environment should not only be familiar to the deceased, but also the murderer. After all, psychological comfort The area is very important to the vast majority of criminal suspects."

Tang Chu gave a thumbs up, turned and walked out, remembered something, slapped his forehead again, turned his head and said: "I forgot to tell you, there is already one person in the bureau who is being questioned, and the death that Wan's forensic doctor preliminarily speculated The time was probably from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] last night, and the person in the bureau called the deceased at around [-]:[-], and that was the last call made by the deceased before he was alive."

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"I've said it many times." In the inquiry room, Wen Dong frowned very rarely, with an impatient tone, "I arrived at the Painted Skin Bar at 07:30 last night, and I didn't go out on the way. I really can't remember the exact time I left Yes, because I was drunk at the time, but this is something that is easy to prove, why don’t you go to the bar surveillance, instead of questioning me over and over again?”

Anyone who is familiar with Wen Dong must be surprised by his current state.

His hair was unmanaged and a little messy, with one side of the hair slightly curled outwards. The light blue shirt on his body was wrinkled, and he could smell a mixture of perfume, tobacco and alcohol. changed.

Of course, it is true.

Wen Dong only felt that he was either still drunk or experiencing a magical reality.

Thanks to the alcohol last night, he still feels a splitting headache, and the memory of last night really only stays around the man who smells like grass.

He remembered drawing one of the man's hands with a paintbrush between them.

It is indeed beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

But remembering here is like being pressed the pause button, and it stops abruptly.

He has no memory of what happened next, how he got home...

As long as I can remember, it will already be this morning.

He was awakened by a rapid and violent knock on the door.

After that, I couldn't help but say that I was invited here.

But up to now, Wen Dong still doesn't know why he is sitting here, but he has been asked 180 times over and over again: "Where were you from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] last night?"

It would be very difficult for anyone to have a good face.

If Wen Dong was in a normal state, he might still be able to maintain his superficial politeness and decency.

But now he not only has a severe headache, but unfortunately, he is also surrounded by all kinds of messy smells.

Wen Dong has already discovered that his ability, which is different from ordinary people, is very fixed for only one hour a day, but it is very irregular, so that people can't figure out the rules at all, and it can happen anywhere at will. any hour of the day.

For example, yesterday, it was from 09:30 to 10:30 in the evening.

But today, it was obviously not long since last night, but it started again at seven o'clock in the morning.

Of course, Wen Dong was not the only one who was depressed, the little policeman who asked him was also very depressed, "If the monitoring is useful, of course I want to see the monitoring too!"

The smell of gunpowder in the room is getting stronger and stronger, the little policeman's boredom is not fake, Wen Dong faintly understands, it is probably the monitoring of the bar last night, it is unreliable...

When thinking of the bar, Wen Dong couldn't help but think of the man with a grassy aura.

He recalled last night's speculation that the man's occupation seems to happen to be related to the police...

So, will the man know the police here?Can you testify against him?

Just thinking like this, Wen Dong's nose suddenly smelled the aroma of plants and trees that made him intoxicated.

Wen Dong's first reaction was that he had hallucinations, but the aura became stronger and stronger, as if it was getting closer and closer to him, trying to surround him tightly...

Wen Dong suddenly looked outside the inquiry room, although it was expected, but at the moment when he really saw that familiar figure, Wen Dong couldn't restrain himself and felt overjoyed.

Miraculously, he was appeased in an instant, and returned to his customary manners and decency. Afterwards, without hesitation, Wen Dong nodded at the man with his pale fingers, and raised his brows slightly in a clear voice: " This gentleman can testify to me that we met in the bar last night."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little policeman opposite him hadn't had time to react. In the interrogation room separated by glass, as if he suddenly sensed something, Ji Yan suddenly turned his head.

After a moment of recollection, he walked forward, opened the door of the inquiry room, looked down at Wen Dong, with just the right arc on his lips, and said in a warm voice: "Oh, you are the little boy who slept on me last night. "

The author says:

Before the update of the next chapter, the 2-point comment in this chapter will continue to give out red envelopes!

By the way, I changed the name of the article, it seems that "crazy batch" can no longer be used... But I personally like the new name of the article now!Don’t fail to recognize the little cutie who is chasing more——

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