mask personality

After Wen Dong drove back to the Yashen Conservatory of Music, he went to the Music House again.

But this time he didn't go to the Shenxi piano room, nor did he want to find anything else, but simply found an empty piano room, and wanted to play the piano score given to him by Tang Chu before——

That Han Yang's handwritten piano score.

Without a summary of the previous story, Wen Dong didn't know what the theme of the tune was, but no matter what the theme was, the music itself could very well reflect a person's heart.

Wen Dong locked the door of the piano room, did not take out the sheet music, but placed the entire transparent evidence bag on the piano stand casually, put his slender fingers on the keys, and pressed the first note with skillful and graceful movements. .

This melody is not long, obviously not a complete track, just a fragment.

After 2 minutes, Wen Dong played it completely, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

It has to be said that Han Yang is very talented in piano. The overall difficulty of this melody is not very high, but the use of small skills in many details is very subtle, which makes the whole piece play with a high degree of completion.

But Wen Dong wasn't surprised by this, what surprised him was...

The phone in his suit pocket suddenly vibrated, Wen Dong hurriedly took it out to check, and found that it was a call from Sheng Xia.

After swiping to answer, Wen Dong's brows and eyes softened, and he said softly, "Hello, Xia Bao?"

"Brother Dongdong..." Sheng Xia's gentle but not hard to hear weak voice came out through the handset of the mobile phone, "You...are you at school?"

"Yes, I'm at school," Wen Dong responded softly, he glanced at the time on the upper right corner of the screen, and asked again with concern, "Why didn't you take a nap today?"

"Sleeping...sleep," Sheng Xia replied softly, "Dreaming, woke up, brother Dongdong, you... are you alright?"

Wen Dong understood, Sheng Xia probably dreamed of him again, and it wasn't a good dream.

Smiling, Wen Dong didn't ask what Sheng Xia had dreamed of, but replied seriously: "I'm fine, I'm safe, Xia Bao don't worry."

After a pause, he turned to concern again: "Did you have a convulsion after waking up from the dream? Is the nurse uncle here?"

Sheng Xia probably didn't want to make Wen Dong worry, but he couldn't lie, so he stayed quiet for a while before avoiding the seriousness and saying lightly: "Convulsions... It will be fine after a while, uncle is always here."

Wen Dong knew what he was thinking, so he didn't ask any more questions, and simply changed the subject: "How about playing the piano for you?"

While talking, Wen Dong turned on the hands-free, put the phone on the piano cover, and played the melody Han Yang handwritten again.

After the last tone, Wen Dong turned off the speakerphone, raised the phone to his ear again, and asked with a smile, "Does it sound good?"

"It's nice, it's nice," Sheng Xia said hesitantly, "but...but, Brother Dongdong, is this a song composed by yourself? It doesn't sound very happy, like... like, a drowning person, Hugged, the only one, driftwood, big one, despair, also big one, hope..."

This sentence was too long, and Sheng Xia had a hard time speaking it, and in the end there was almost only breath sound left. When Wen Dong heard the voice of the nurse on the other end of the phone, it should be that Sheng Xia had put on a nasal oxygen tube again.

Sheng Xia has always had a delicate mind and is extremely good at expressing the creator's emotions from music or paintings, which is why Wen Dong wanted to play it to him just now.

Sure enough, Sheng Xia was basically the same as what he thought.

To Wen Dong's surprise, the emotion contained in the melody created by Han Yang was in great contrast to his sunny and cheerful personality.

-

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

A girl with waist-length hair and delicate features sat in front of the interrogation table, her posture was calm and stretched, and she spoke slowly: "I killed Shen Xi, that's right, I always thought that he was a worthy man." Dear good teacher, but he... he actually has that kind of relationship with my brother!"

When it came to the last half of the sentence, Han An's originally quiet tone suddenly became high-spirited.

"That kind of relationship?" Ji Lin, who was sitting opposite her, kept his expression unchanged, and his voice was his usual gentle voice, "Han An, please answer directly, what kind of relationship does that kind of relationship refer to specifically? You know, you There’s a big difference between a consensual same-sex relationship and a one-sided forced relationship.”

"So what?" Han An raised his eyes and looked straight back at Ji Lin's eyes, and said sharply, "Even if it wasn't forced, it was Shenxi who seduced my brother first! My brother... he used to hate homosexuality the most! He Isn't it all Shenxi's fault that it has become like this now?!"

"My God," Tang Chu, who was listening outside the glass on one side, couldn't help but smack his lips and sigh, "What kind of weird idea is this? What's the matter? Is Shen Xi a succubus? Han Yang himself didn't have that idea, and he could still be hypnotized by Shen Xi ?”

In the interrogation room, Ji Lin seemed to be unable to hear Tang Chu's complaints at all. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly asked, "Really? Didn't Han Yang take the initiative to approach Shen Xi first?"

When this question came up, Han An in the interrogation room and Tang Chu outside the glass on one side were taken aback.

Tang Chu seriously recalled the information they knew, which did not include what Ji Lin just mentioned, but Han An's expression suddenly changed.

For a very brief moment, Han An's face showed a panic like being poked into the bottom of her heart, she lowered her head subconsciously, avoiding Ji Lin's gaze.

But just a moment later, as if she realized something, she immediately adjusted her facial expression again, raised her head again, and when she looked at Ji Lin, she regained her previous righteousness, and said word by word: "Why? Possibly? As I said, my brother used to hate homosexuality very much! You don’t know anything, you are slandering him!”

Compared with Han An's over-excitement, Ji Lin remained calm and composed. He even slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said softly, "Sorry, don't get excited. I just don't think Han Yang has a character that can be easily seduced, so he can do it." The guess just now came out, so that means that you killed Shen Xi because you felt that he led Han Yang astray, right?"

I don't know whether Han An was pleased by the praise of Han Yang's change of direction, or the word "wrong way" is very suitable for Han An. Han An's emotions calmed down visibly, she nodded, and replied softly: "Yes."

As if believing in Han An's motive, Ji Lin nodded slightly, and then said: "Okay, then let's talk, why did you choose to kill Shen Xi on April 4?"

-

Wen Dong is still practicing the piano.

To be precise, it was practicing the short melody handwritten by Han Yang.

I don't know the previous situation, but in theory, as a student under Shen Xi's name, Han Yang should have submitted to Shen Xi the melody fragments he created by way of homework, practice or quizzes, but Shen Xi only left This sheet music.

Undoubtedly, this melody should have a special meaning to both Shen Xi and Han Yang.

Therefore, Wen Dong wants to play it as best as possible, and then play it to Han Yang, observe Han Yang's reaction, and see if he can dig out more useful information from Han Yang.

After playing it again, Wen Dong moved his fingers and was about to continue when the phone in his pocket vibrated again.

Wen Dong took out his phone to look at it, only to find that an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

Remembering that he left his phone number for the students during class in the morning, he guessed that it might be a call from a certain student, Wen Dong swiped to answer it, and said in a correct tone: "Hello, hello."

The next second, a slightly familiar laughter came from the receiver, "Teacher Wen, it's me, can you hear my voice?"

Wen Dong was slightly taken aback, the caller was none other than Han Yang.

"Han Yang," Wen Dong asked in the tone of the teacher, "Have you finished class?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Teacher Wen can tell who I am," Han Yang on the other end of the phone answered with a joke first, "get out of class is over, there's no class in the afternoon, where are you, Teacher Wen? I'll go to your office Didn't find you."

The school arranged a new office for Wen Dong, not the one Shenxi used to have.

Wen Dong didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "What do you need from me?"

Han Yang on the other end of the phone seemed to hesitate for a moment before he smiled and said, "I want to play the piano for Teacher Wen and ask Teacher Wen to teach me. Is it okay?"

"Music House 412," Wen Dong put the sheet music on the piano stand into his carry-on bag, and at the same time reported the room number he was in, "Come?"

I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t expect Wen Dong to be in the House of Music. The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds before I heard Han Yang reply: “Come here, Teacher Wen is waiting for me.”

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"The House of Music... I arrived at the House of Music at around 07:30 that night," Han An said in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Detachment.

Her statement conforms to the surveillance video, and Ji Lin nodded, motioning for Han An to continue.

"I first went to the public piano room on the fourth floor with my roommate," Han An continued, "about half an hour later, at about eight o'clock, I went to find Shenxi, and happened to bump into him coming out of the piano room. Come out to find Qian Shu next door."

Ji Lin turned the pen around in his hand, repeated the word "Qian Shu", and said in a calm tone: "As far as I know, Qian Shu is your direct tutor, but you still call him by his full name, it seems You are equally dissatisfied with him."

A moment of obvious disgust flashed across Han An's face, and he looked frank: "He always harass me, I feel disgusting."

Ji Lin didn't show the slightest surprise, but asked along the way: "So you just want to kill two birds with one stone, kill Shen Xi, and then blame Qian Shu, so you hand over the murder weapon to Han Yang, and let him secretly put the murder weapon in the car when he hitchhiked in the morning." In the money book cart?"

It wasn't until she heard Ji Lin's last sentence that Han An's expression changed again, and she exaggerated: "How is it possible? How could I ask my brother to do this for me?! Besides, I never saw him that night! The murder weapon I put it myself. After killing Shen Xi, I went to Qian Shu and took away his car keys and the back door key of the Music House while he was not paying attention. I knew his car was parked outside the back door of the Music House. I put the murder weapon in his car, then went back through the back door, went to him again, and put the keys back."

Ji Lin didn't express any objection to this, he just looked down at Han An, and after two seconds, he suddenly asked: "When you went to find Qian Shu, what was Lu Mengting doing?"

As if he didn't expect Ji Lin to ask this, Han An was stunned for a moment, his voice subconsciously lowered by two points, and it sounded like he lost his firmness before: "She...she should be playing the piano, I didn't pay much attention..."

"Mr. Ji, why do I feel that Han An is lying?" Tang Chu frowned outside the one-sided glass, "Qian Shu and Lu Mengting are alone in the piano room, Qian Shu may be so bold that he didn't even lock the door, and the other students went Can you come in and out at will?"

Ji Lin was noncommittal, and didn't ask Han An to study it carefully, but turned the topic back, with a businesslike tone: "I see, you follow what you said before, you went to find Shen Xi at eight o'clock, and happened to meet Shen Xi Come out of the piano room and go to the side to find money books."

"That's right," Han An seemed calm and slightly relieved, and then revealed a look of reminiscence, and said slowly: "I told Shen Xi that I had something to do with him, and he asked me to wait for him in the piano room. After entering, he put sleeping pills in his water glass, and then..."

"Sorry to interrupt," Ji Lin said suddenly, the corners of his lips remained unchanged, and even his tone was polite, "According to the autopsy, the sleeping pills you gave Shen Xi should be Zuopi, which is popular in the market Clone, I happen to be familiar with this drug, as far as I know, it is basically insoluble in water, I am curious, how did you deal with this problem at that time?"

The tone of Ji Lin's question was not like facing a criminal suspect at all, but it seemed that he was really asking for advice.

But obviously, Han An was stopped by the question.

She looked back at Ji Lin in a daze, and after a moment, she suddenly turned her gaze away, clenched her hands hidden under the table unconsciously, and replied after a while: "I, I didn't make it clear just now, Shen Xishui What's in the cup is...milk tea! The sleeping pills are crushed and added to the milk tea, you can't tell..."

The moment her words fell, a strong wind suddenly blew up outside the window, and the leaves of the big trees outside the city bureau rustled.

For no reason, Ji Lin's heart suddenly tightened.

Like some kind of inexplicable and sudden premonition.

-

When Han Yang came to the piano room, Wen Dong took a special look at the time. It has been 55 minutes since his special ability appeared today.

In other words, he only had 5 minutes left, and he could clearly smell Han Yang's emotions.

However, at this moment, Wen Dong could distinguish the smell at the tip of his nose, and was rarely taken aback.

What filled the tip of his nose at this moment was a very strong metallic taste, or the kind of metal that was being scorched by the fire——

Wen Dong clearly knew that the source of this smell was firmness.

When a person has made a plan and is determined to implement it, this smell will often be emitted.

The stronger the heart, the stronger the taste.

Obviously, Han Yang's heart is very firm at this time.

It's just that Wen Dong really couldn't guess what Han Yang was determined to do for a while.

With both hands behind his back, Han Yang approached Wen Dong step by step, the sunlight outside the window cast his shadow on the floor, like a monstrous monster.

"Teacher Wen," Han Yang bent down and smiled at Wen Dong. Wen Dong didn't know if he was being careless. He always felt that Han Yang's smile and tone were inexplicably strange. Wen Dong heard him ask softly, "I'll bring you I ordered milk tea, guess which hand is in my hand?"

The author says:

This chapter is just...you taste, you taste carefully!