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

Ji Lin glanced out of the window, one finger subconsciously covered the wrist of the other hand.

Before the interrogation, he had already removed the chains on both wrists and put them away, so what his fingers directly touched now was the bare wrist skin.

Ji Lin rubbed his fingers back and forth on the protruding wrist bones. He didn't question Han An's statement of "grinding sleeping pills and adding them to milk tea". He didn't even let Han An continue to narrate the crime process. An, changed the topic, and naturally switched to a seductive and almost bewitching tone, and said slowly: "Han An, how does it feel to personally execute the person you hate and want to punish?"

Han An suddenly raised his eyes.

She never thought that she would be asked such a question, so for a moment, Han An's lips moved, but she couldn't answer anything.

But Ji Lin didn't seem to care whether she answered or not, he suddenly raised his signature pen, poked the pen tip in the air, and then said: "When the sharp blade pierces into the chest of the person you hate like this, Han An, what are you thinking? "

Accompanied by Ji Lin's movements, Han An's shoulders suddenly shrugged, her eyes were confused, and she heard Ji Lin's warm voice ringing in her ears, it was very close but seemed far away, like a call from a demon, easily The thoughts that had been oppressing her heart for a long time were summoned in an instant: "Are you thinking that humans are such fragile animals that can die in just a moment... If you had done this in the beginning, then you don't have to." Then go through the long torture later?"

Hearing a certain word in Ji Lin's words, Han An's body tensed suddenly, her face paled almost instantly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

There was another gust of wind outside the window, and the rustling of the leaves became more intense.

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Wen Dong withdrew his gaze from the window, fixed on Han Yang's smiling face again, raised the corners of his lips, and deliberately asked in a relaxed tone: "If you guess wrong, why don't you give me a drink?"

Han Yang seemed to be slightly taken aback, and then, the smile on the corners of his lips widened, and he said seriously: "Why? I was just playing a small game with Mr. Wen. I bought the milk tea for Mr. Wen, regardless of whether Mr. Wen guessed it right or not. , in the end, of course, Teacher Wen will drink it."

Wen Dong said "Oh", then guessed casually, "That's the left hand."

Han Yang paused with his hands behind his back, then stretched out his left hand, put a cup of milk tea with a straw in it, and only two-thirds of the cup was placed on the desk next to the piano, and said with a smile: "Teacher Wen, it seems that you are The luck in the guessing game is really not very good, this cup is mine, and I have drunk it."

While speaking, Han Yang stretched out his right hand again, inserted another cup with the same straw, but put the full cup of milk tea near Wen Dong, "This cup is for Teacher Wen."

After a short pause, Han Yang suddenly moved closer to Wen Dong, and he blinked at Wen Dong, looking expectant: "Teacher Wen, try it quickly, this is our school's signature, it's super delicious !"

However, it was very strange that Wen Dong's nose didn't have the slightest breath related to anticipation. On the contrary, he only smelled an increasingly intense metallic smell as if being scorched by flames, and there was another bursting up, Slightly bitter taste.

That's sad.

In most cases, human emotions have a reason.

However, at this moment, Wen Dong was unusually dazed, because he found that although he could smell Han Yang's emotions at the moment, he couldn't find the reason for his emotions at all.

A while later, meeting Han Yang's expectant gaze, Wen Dong still picked up the milk tea and took a sip.

It's cloyingly sweet.

-

Putting the disposable paper cup on the table, Han An seemed to regain the composure and relaxation she had when she first came here. She said coldly, "Officer, I don't understand what you are talking about. I haven't experienced any long torture, I think what I said is clear enough, I have only one motive for killing Shen Xi, that is, he led my brother astray, he is a sinner!I didn't feel anything special when I killed him. After all, as you said, human beings are so fragile, and it only takes a moment to die. It's too short. It's so short that I don't have time to make me feel anything. But I admit, it is indeed If you have a wish, I think you, the police officer, should be able to understand this kind of wish? "

Ji Lin's eyes fell on Han An's face. After a long while, he smiled suddenly, and instead of answering Han An's question directly, he asked as if the preface didn't match the words: "Han An, do you know the principle of mimosa? ?”

He asked this question inexplicably, Han An was obviously taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "What did you say?"

"There is a unique organ called the "leaf pillow" at the base of the petiole of Mimosa." Ji Lin actually talked about the principle of plants, "The parenchyma cells in the leaf pillow are extremely sensitive, and will be affected by a little vibration or stimulation from the outside world." The reaction makes the leaflets of Mimosa close up automatically, and the petioles gradually droop..."

After a short pause, Ji Lin leaned forward slightly, grabbed Han An's eyes tightly, and met Han An's half-understanding eyes, he said gently: "In fact, the same is true for people, everyone's heart is the same. , there is an existence like a "mimosa leaf pillow", which is extremely sensitive. When the outside world is slightly touched or spied on, you will instinctively gather yourself up and build a barrier that seems unattainable. "

In the blink of an eye, Han An finally understood what Ji Lin meant.

Ji Lin is saying that her excessive denial of something is often another kind of acquiescence in disguise. The acquiescence is true, and this matter occupies an extremely important and hidden place in her heart, and it cannot even be seen at all. The location of the touch.

Han Anyin clenched her two hands under the table subconsciously, probably because she found herself suddenly caught in a dilemma and didn't know how to answer.

However, Ji Lin didn't seem to need her answer, because after finishing what he said just now, Ji Lin leaned back on the back of the chair, still in the same business negotiation posture as if he was holding a winning ticket, and twirled the signature pen in his hand, Suddenly he asked again: "Han An, tell me, which aspect of homosexuality do you most dislike?"

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"Teacher Wen," Han Yang sat on the piano bench next to Wen Dong and asked him, "Which song were you practicing just now?"

Wen Dong pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment.

On the one hand, he actually wants to test Han Yang through language now, and clarify the reasons for Han Yang's firmness and sadness. Han Yang's emotions are no longer there, perhaps playing that melody first is the more appropriate thing to do.

Although he can still rely on micro-expressions and micro-movements to judge, but in comparison, Wen Dong naturally believes in his special ability more.

So he hesitated for a moment, Wen Dong still chose the latter.

He didn't answer Han Yang's question, but said softly, "Play a part for you."

After the words fell, Wen Dong rested his fingers on the keys and pressed the first note.

The melody that Han Yang wrote by hand was not long, and Wen Dong had already memorized it by heart, so he didn't need to read the score anymore.

The moment the first sound sounded, Wen Dong noticed Han Yang's shoulders suddenly slumped, and at the same time, there was a strong smell called surprise from the tip of his nose.

"Teacher Wen..." Han Yang's eyes widened, and he subconsciously said, "This...you..."

Han Yang's incoherent speech could be heard, and his voice was even trembling, but Wen Dong didn't stop, his fingers were still flying over the keys, and Han Yang also calmed down again, without asking another word. .

For a while, there was only the sound of the piano in the empty piano room, despair and hope.

The astonishment that filled Wen Dong's nose was extremely short-lived, and was then overshadowed by an increasingly intense bitter and metallic taste.

The blend of sadness and firmness was not pleasant, but Wen Dong didn't seem to notice it, and played the melody completely without changing his face.

When the last note fell, Wen Dong suddenly turned his head, looked straight into Han Yang's eyes, and said in a normal tone: "I went to Shenxi's house to sort out his belongings, and found a handwritten piano score in the piano room of his home." , there is no signature, but there is an A+ written by Shen Xi in the upper right corner, I guess this should be submitted by one of your students, but for some reason, Shen Xi only left this one. "

Wen Dong keenly noticed that when he said the word "unique", Han Yang's eyes moved slightly.

"Han Yang," Wen Dong asked softly, calmly, "So, have you heard this melody? Do you know who wrote it, or why Shen Xi only left this part?" ?"

However, to Wen Dong's surprise, Han Yang did not give any answer. He neither admitted nor denied, and he didn't even say the ambiguous words "I don't know". Moving down, the final frame was fixed on Wen Dong's slender fingers still resting on the piano.

After a while, Han Yang suddenly smiled, and said something that seemed inexplicable and without reason: "Teacher Wen, you really shouldn't take over Shen Xi's job and come to this school as a teacher."

As his voice fell, Wen Dong smelled the bitterness on Han Yang's body at the last second when today's special ability expired, and gradually faded away, and the strong metallic smell that seemed to be roasted by a raging fire arrived a pinnacle.

Suddenly there was a thunder outside the window.

-

In an instant, heavy rain fell, and water marks were drawn on the small windows on the side wall of the interrogation room.

Ji Lin's fingers on his wrist moved slightly.

On such a thunderstorm day, his little Wen painter went to his house.

In today's thunderstorm, I hope that this case of Shenxi can be brought to an end, and after that, I will probably be able to ask Xiaowen painter to paint for him.

Concentrating on his thoughts for a moment, amidst the sound of the rain, Ji Lin looked back at Han An again, his tone still calm as usual: "You just said that the most unacceptable thing is the intimacy between same-sex lovers, especially sex- Love-related, you think it's very, very disgusting, don't you?"

When Ji Lin said this, there was no embarrassment or embarrassment at all. He looked calm, as if he was reading a popular science paper.

Han An frowned tightly, as if she was suppressing the feeling of extreme nausea and discomfort, she said in a serious tone: "Yes, I really feel very, very disgusted, so I hope you can understand, officer, no, at least respect me, Don't repeat it over and over again."

Ji Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't respond to Han An's words, but instead seemed to have deliberately abandoned his usual politeness and gentleman, and continued: "In this case, I have a question, you clearly hate homosexuality so much--between lovers Sexual behavior, then why, after you killed Shen Xi, did you not cut off his genitals?"

Now before Han An could speak, Tang Chu, who had been listening outside the glass on one side, said "Fuck me", "Mr. Ji, what kind of devil are you?!"

As if he hadn't heard the howling at the beginning of Tang Dynasty, Ji Yan looked straight into Han An's eyes, and gestured horizontally in the air with the signature pen in his hand. He deliberately lowered his voice, and said word by word: "Han An, according to your thinking, This should be the beginning and end of the crime, since you have executed Shen Xi, how can you not get rid of this greatest crime?"

Han An pursed her lips and made an extremely obvious swallowing movement. She murmured subconsciously: "Yes...you are right, that is the beginning of evil! I originally thought, originally wanted to cut dropped..."

"But someone forbids you to do this, right?" Ji Lin's voice softened again, and he said slowly, "Or, in fact, what you really participated in was the step of piercing the sharp knife into Shen Xi's chest, and it wasn't you who gave the medicine , you will not be the one who cleans up the scene, and the person you really want to punish is not Shen Xi at all."

After a short pause, the pupils admiring Han An suddenly dilated, and the eyes flashed full of horror, Ji Lin continued to speak slowly: "The person who stopped you is Han Yang, the one who stabbed the four wounds on the back with the drug, and the one who cleaned up the scene are all Han Yang." , his alibi is false, maybe, he actually has a twin brother who is mentally handicapped, and the person you really want to punish is probably the culprit who caused your other brother's mental retardation, Han An, Is my guess right?"

After Ji Lin's voice fell, the policemen outside the glass on one side, even Tang Chu, were too shocked to speak, and Han An's face became as pale as a freshly painted wall.

"Han An," Ji Yan tapped the pen on the table in his hand, and finished slowly, "I have to admit that you are indeed a good sister, and you are so willing to bear all the blame for your brother, but have you ever thought about it? On the difficult road of punishment, your younger brother has already betrayed you and embarked on another fork?"

Han An probably instinctively wanted to refute, wanted to say "impossible", but Han Yang's choked up "I'm sorry" suddenly sounded in her ears, and that "impossible" was ultimately silent.

but...

However, all the changes in Han An's expression were only in an instant. After a short moment, she suddenly suppressed all the hesitation, raised her eyes suddenly, and met Ji Lin's gaze directly, without dodging or avoiding.

The corners of Han An's lips twitched slowly, and she said word by word: "Officer, no matter how perfect your guess is, it's just a guess, and the most important thing is that you guessed wrong, I am indeed willing to bear all the responsibilities, But this is not to protect him, but to let someone go on this road of punishment."

Suddenly there was another thunder outside the window.

Suddenly understanding the meaning of Han An's words, Ji Yan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly got up, strode out of the interrogation room, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed Wen Dong's number without hesitation.

"I'm sorry," the polite mechanical female voice came from the handset of the mobile phone, but it sounded strangely cold at this moment, "The number you dialed has been turned off..."

Ji Lin suddenly turned around and looked into the interrogation room.

Obviously separated by a layer of single-sided glass, Han An can't see him now.

But Han An turned his head, as if he knew that Ji Yan was looking at her outside, the smile on Han An's lips widened, he paused word by word, and uttered four words: "It's too late."

With a "snap", Ji Lin's phone suddenly dropped from his hand and fell to the ground. The screen of the phone was torn apart in an instant, like some kind of ominous metaphor.

The author says:

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"Mark" part of Mimosa comes from Baidu.

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