mask personality

After a while, Ji Lin didn't express any opinions, but turned his attention to Wen Dong again, and he asked warmly, "Mr. Xiaowen, do you have any good opinions?"

Wen Dong raised his eyes and glanced lightly at Ji Lin, as if he didn't hear the temptation and ridicule in Ji Lin's words at all, he said in a calm tone: "I can't talk about high opinions, I just feel that at this point, Han There is no need for Yang and Han An to lie or hide anymore, besides..."

After a short pause, Wen Dong pondered: "Besides, if you look at their motives for committing crimes, they are indeed very disgusted with compulsive behaviors, then in their eyes, Lu Mengting really shouldn't be placed in a punished Location."

Because from a certain point of view, Lu Mengting actually had a similar experience with Han Yang and Han An's younger brother, and Qian Shu had similar crimes to the person they wanted to punish, so they wanted to blame Qian Shu, but You shouldn't want to blame Lu Mengting.

Even further, if they really succeed in framing Qian Shu and Qian Shu is really in jail, they will actually help Lu Mengting get rid of Qian Shu from another aspect.

"Mr. Xiaowen and I basically have the same idea," Ji Lin affirmed gently, then turned his head to look at Tang Chu, and said in a slightly solemn tone, "The person who framed Lu Mengting and induced Lu Mengting to commit suicide should indeed be someone else. It may belong to the same organization as the person who wrote the anonymous letter to Han Yang and Han An."

"Belonging to the same organization", these seven words sound ordinary at first glance, but the meaning conveyed makes people dare not think carefully and shudder.

No one could have imagined that behind a seemingly ordinary murder case of acquaintances, a criminal organization that had been silent for 13 years had vaguely surfaced again.

Tang Chu burst out in a low voice, and asked in a low voice, "It's the mask, right? But didn't Deputy Director Zhao say that the mask was completely destroyed back then?"

I don't know what words in these words or the meaning of the words themselves hit a certain point of Ji Lin. His eyes moved slightly, and his eyes seemed to float far away for a moment. After a long while, Ji Lin smiled, which was meaningful Ban said: "Deputy Tang, the mask is just a code name. The organization can be destroyed, but the code name can be immortal."

The moment Ji Lin's words fell, Wen Dong suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and Ji Lin also lowered his eyes to look at him, and the two looked at each other. Wen Dong understood the meaning of Ji Lin's words in an instant, which probably meant— —

Like any positive or negative culture in this world, crime itself is also inherited.

Hearing what Ji Lin said, Tang Chu's eyes widened for a moment, but soon he realized something, and immediately adjusted his facial expression. He didn't ask any further questions, but said in a down-to-earth way: "What are we doing now? There's really no clue."

Regarding the part of framing Lu Mengting and inducing Lu Mengting to commit suicide, Tang Chu and the others did their best to investigate before.

But it is clear that the other party has planned for a long time and is fully prepared——

According to Lu Mengting’s roommate, the boy who asked her to put the mask pendant and the forged suicide note into Lu Mengting’s pocket had a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask, and was well disguised. I haven't found such a person.

Lu Mengting himself provided an anonymous forum replyer, and the IP address was traced to no avail.

As for the one who loosened the fence on the roof of Lu Mengting's dormitory, that's even more impossible to find out. Except for the monitoring in the lobby on the first floor, there is no monitoring in the girls' dormitory.

There are only three roads in total, and all three are blocked.

However, Ji Yan looked as usual, he nodded lightly, then raised his finger to point to the interrogation room, and said succinctly: "I'll go in and ask another question."

After the words fell, Ji Lin had already stepped up to the front of the interrogation room, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

In the interrogation room, Han Yang got Tang Chu's approval and was temporarily uncuffed. He was lying on the interrogation table, writing something seriously with a pen in one hand.

Ji Lin glanced over and found that Han Yang seemed to be drawing notes.

He seemed to be so invested that he didn't even notice Ji Lin walked in, but Han An looked up at Ji Lin, she no longer cried, her eyelids were swollen, and her eyes were dim, as if she had recognized the hopeless reality calm.

"Think about it," Ji Lin sat down opposite Han An, and he asked persuasively, "Remember who scolded your father over and over in front of you at the beginning, saying that he was a sinner who fell to his death from a tall building? It’s too cheap for him, he should be punished more severely, or who told you over and over again that the only way to end the nightmare is to cut it off with your own hands?”

Ji Yan said this kind of words as if he didn't need to think at all, just like he had heard similar words countless times.

Wen Dong's eyes were fixed on him, and for a moment, an inexplicable look flashed across his eyes, as if he was suddenly drawn out of some long-term memory deeply in his mind.

Listening to Ji Lin's question, Han An's eyes gradually drifted away, as if caught in memories, and Han Yang stopped writing unconsciously.

After a while, the two of them looked at each other and said in unison: "It's Uncle Tian! Xiaorui's father!"

Ji Lin didn't show the slightest surprise, he just thought for a moment, and asked sharply: "Xiaorui, is that the girl who lives with you now and is responsible for taking care of your brother?"

Han An and Han Yang were both stunned as if they didn't expect Ji Yan to know such details.

Outside the glass on one side, Tang Chu punched his palm, and said in a vibrating voice, "It turned out to be her!"

This part of Wen Dong didn't know what happened before, so he blinked and asked doubtfully, "Who?"

"When Teacher Ji and I went to Shenxi's house before," Tang Chu explained, "I found that from the Shenxi piano room, I could see one of the rooms in a tube building. Yes, it was the tube building that Han Yang took you to. There happened to be a girl in that room who was seen by Teacher Ji. Teacher Ji recognized her and said that she was the one who was sitting opposite Han Yang at the Painted Skin Bar. Of course, we all know now that Teacher Ji saw her at the Painted Skin Bar that day. It's that girl and Han Yang's twin brother."

Wen Dong said clearly: "In this way, this girl does have the basic conditions to keep a close eye on Han Yang and Han An."

We all live together, aren't we close?

In the interrogation room, Ji Lin asked straightforwardly: "Where is the Uncle Tian you are talking about now? Since when did Xiaorui live with you?"

"Uncle Tian passed away a long time ago," Han An replied cooperatively, "he died in the same year as...that scumbag. We were neighbors, and Xiaorui had never seen her mother since she was born. After Uncle Tian passed away, Xiaorui Rui just passed with us."

The scum and beast in her mouth naturally refers to their father. Ji Lin vaguely realized something, and he suddenly asked: "How did he die? An accident?"

"Yes," Han An nodded, and there was a moment of sadness in his eyes, "It's unexpected, very sudden, just went out to buy something, and was hit by a car."

Hearing Han An's last sentence, Ji Lin's pupils suddenly tightened for a moment.

But it was so short that even Wen Dong didn't notice it.

Turning around and coming out of the interrogation room, Ji Lin looked at Tang Chu, and said in the usual tone: "Deputy Tang, I want to look up the old file tomorrow to see if this car accident has been filed."

Although he didn't know Ji Yan's thoughts, Tang Chu nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll watch it with you tomorrow."

After a pause, thinking of something, Tang Chu hurriedly asked again: "Then should we ask this Xiaorui for questioning? If we bring the city bureau, we might startle the snake, maybe we can go directly to the door?"

"Personally, I don't think it makes much sense," Ji Lin shook his head, and said in a vague way, "She may not know more than Han Yang and Han An."

Tang Chu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Deputy Team Tang," Ji Lin smiled, and asked without answering, "You said that the workers who are responsible for screwing the machines, how likely are they to meet the president of their company?"

Tang Chu had an epiphany. He really didn't know much about the mask case back then, so he always subconsciously forgot that a criminal organization is also an organization, a mature organization with a clear division of labor.

Based on the current information, it is not difficult to see that there are at least three different divisions of labor for Han Yang and Han An who are involved or involved in the case of Shenxi——

Those who wrote anonymous letters to them, those who followed them closely and gave them the initial inducement, and those who did the second blame for them after their initial failure.

Although they are involved in the same case, they probably have nothing to do with each other.

Tang Chu sighed, but he did not give up, but said seriously: "It is true that the screw workers may not see the president, but the screw workers also have something they know. I still have to meet Xiaorui tomorrow."

Ji Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a gentle smile: "It makes sense, wait for the good news from Deputy Tang tomorrow."

Tang Chu waved his hand, turned and walked towards the interrogation room, and said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about tomorrow, let's wrap up today first."

Han Yang and Han An have finished their explanations, and the next step is to temporarily lock them up in the detention center and wait for the sentence to be transferred to prison.

Tang Chu handcuffed Han An and Han Yang again, and waved for the little policeman in charge to take them down.

Han An suddenly looked sad: "Can we see Xiao Fei again? He... what will he do in the future..."

Tang Chu immediately realized that the "Xiao Fei" Han An was referring to was their poor, stupid brother.

Tang Chu couldn't help but sneered: "Now I'm asking "what to do", why didn't I think about what to do before killing someone. "

The worlds of Han An and Han Yang have long been filled with so-called revenge, so much so that they forget that they may miss, and if they miss, they will go to jail, and if they go to jail, then their poor brother is the real one by their side. There are no relatives anymore.

Han An's lips moved, but he still didn't speak in the end.

"After entering the detention center, you can visit him normally according to the regulations," Tang Chu still replied, "In his case, the police will be responsible for sending him to a place like a nursing home."

Neither Han An nor Han Yang spoke again.

After being escorted out of the interrogation room by the police, when Han Yang walked past Wen Dong, Han Yang suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Wen Dong, and said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher Wen, there is a melody I just wrote on the table inside. Can you burn it to Shen Xi for me?"

This is the first time that Han Yang directly said the name "Shen Xi" in front of Wen Dong. Before, he would say "Mr. Shen".

This was the first time, but also the last time he was able to be honest in front of others. He no longer regarded Shen Xi as just an ordinary teacher.

Wen Dong stared at him for two seconds, then nodded.

"Teacher Wen," Han Yang suddenly laughed, and said sincerely, "You are really good, just as good as Shen Xi."

After saying this, without waiting for Wen Dong to speak, he turned his head away and continued walking forward without any hesitation.

It wasn't until Han Yang and Han An's backs got farther and farther away that they finally disappeared around the corner, Tang Chu couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Xiaowen, if you ask me, you are really soft-hearted. If I were you, I might just go in and get rid of it." That piece of music score was torn off and slapped Han Yang on the face, questioning him for having the face to write this for Shen Xi!"

Wen Dong laughed, and he said wistfully: "I really want to do this too, but after thinking about it again, if Shen Xi really has knowledge under the spring, maybe he still wants to hear Han Yang's unfinished words."

Tang Chu was taken aback for a moment, and Ji Lin also lowered his eyes and looked over.

Wen Dong seems to be like this all the time, he is always able to look at everyone from a perspective that completely separates his own emotions, he is not indifferent, on the contrary, he has a kind of tenderness that can be called compassion.

Ruan Tian sighed for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "Hateful people are indeed pitiful, but even if Han Yang and Han An really want revenge, why don't they take Qian Shu as the target of revenge? They all know that Qian Shu forced Lu Mengting!"

This time, without waiting for Ji Lin to explain, Tang Chu rolled up the note book in his hand and knocked on Ruan Tian's head, rolled his eyes and said: "Isn't this nonsense? Of course it's because Qian Shu is not gay! You didn't see it Is it? The label of homosexuality is very important to Han Yang and Han An, and the person they want to punish must have this trait, because it was their younger brother, not their younger sister, who was offended."

Speaking of this, Tang Chu turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Ji Lin, begging for approval: "Mr. Ji, am I right?"

"That's true," Ji Lin nodded, and added, "When exploring the psychology of criminals, we need to always remember that the so-called Xinnan`Fengli psychopaths are not completely illogical, but their logic is different. They are different from ordinary people, but in their own logic system, they tend to pursue the so-called self-consistent logic more than normal people.”

After hearing Ji Lin's words, both Ruan Tian and Tang Chu showed expressions of "teaching", but Wen Dong felt inexplicably out of place that perhaps what Ji Lin said was not only aimed at criminals, perhaps, it also included him. Own.

Even though the part related to the mask organization is still full of doubts and clues are difficult to find, this is not a problem that can be solved overnight. The case of Shenxi finally came to an end. Tang Chu routinely waved: "Let's go, let's go!" Please go eat supper!"

After a pause, Tang Chu stretched out his hand to embrace Ji Lin's shoulder, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Ji, you didn't come last time, so don't run away again today!"

But the corners of Ji Lin's lips curved slightly, and he apologized again: "Sorry, I must go next time, I have an appointment today, and I'm still with Dr. Xi."

Tang Chu choked, and had no choice but to turn his head to Wen Dong again: "Mr. Xiao Wen, are you going with me? You really helped us a lot in this case, and I must treat you to a feast!"

But Wen Dong also shook his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I also have an appointment today."

"Did you see Tang sir," Ruan Tian said cheerfully, "all the handsome guys have appointments, only you, face us at work, and face us after get off work!"

"Hey girl," Tang Chu sneered, "you still talk so much after eating for nothing!"

Not participating in their jokes, Wen Dong and Ji Lin greeted Tang Chu Ruan Tian and a group of little policemen, took the elevator downstairs together, and exited the gate of the Municipal Bureau.

Like some kind of wonderful tacit understanding, neither of the two spoke a word until they reached the parking lot, Ji Lin unlocked the car, and opened the co-pilot's door naturally, then he turned his head and asked softly: " Where is Mr. Xiaowen going? I'll see you off."

Wen Dong raised his eyes to look at Ji Lin, suddenly he couldn't tell what kind of emotion was floating in his heart.

Of course there is relief, because apart from everything related to the mask, the case of Shen Xi is finally settled.

But facing Ji Lin himself, Wen Dong was surprised to find that he might indeed have some emotions that could be called reluctance.

Every time he came to the city bureau to approach Ji Lin at the beginning, and every time he was ambiguous or confronted Ji Lin on the surface, Wen Dong thought that he was just acting on the spot, but he took this opportunity to dig deeper into the clues and progress related to the Shenxi case. , Of course, at the same time, it is undeniable that he is indeed curious about Ji Lin, after all, no matter what time Ji Lin's body is, it will only emit the same fragrance of plants and trees.

But originally it was just curiosity.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Dong suddenly felt confused, because he found that he didn't know when his purpose had become less pure.

He found that he actually wanted to see Ji Lin too, and he seemed to have a little more than curiosity about Ji Lin, and some other emotions.

However, looking at Ji Lin, the gentle curvature of his lips remained unchanged, his tone was calm as usual, and his words were understated, as if he didn't care that from tomorrow onwards, there would be no intersection between him and Wen Dong.

Wen Dong didn't like that his emotions were out of control, and of course he didn't like this obvious emotional inequity, so he swallowed the sentence "No need to send it, I'll call a car myself," and said instead: "Then trouble Mr. Ji, I'll go home."

While talking, Wen Dong bent down and sat in Ji Lin's co-pilot seat.

Ji Lin paused for a moment, then turned around to the driver's seat and got into the car, then asked casually, "Didn't Mr. Xiaowen say he had an appointment just now? Why are you going home again?"

Wen Dong turned his head to look at Ji Lin, the corners of his lips were slowly raised, and he gave Ji Lin a suggestive look, and said meaningfully: "Mr. It has to be outside, don't you think?"

The meaning of these words is not difficult to understand. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than——

I'm going to call someone home.

Ji Lin's fingers on the steering wheel tightened suddenly, and he looked at Wen Dong with a dark and dangerous look for a moment, but it was only a very short moment, so short that before Wen Dong could discern clearly, Ji Lin had already recovered The same gentle appearance as usual.

He turned his head to the side, looked ahead and started the car, and when the car drove out of the parking lot, Ji Lin replied gently: "Then I wish Mr. Xiaowen a happy night in advance."

Wen Dong stared at Ji Lin's well-defined side face for two seconds, but didn't see any clues, so he had to look away, and said "Thank you" lightly, and let it go.

The black Cayenne galloped in the night, and the two were silent all the way with their own concerns.

Arriving downstairs at Wen Dong's house, Ji Lin still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, got out of the car first, opened the car door for Wen Dong, and said goodbye to him with a gentle smile.

It wasn't until seeing Wen Dong's back entering the unit door that the corners of Ji Lin's lips suddenly dropped, pressed straight and tight.

In the next second, he slammed on the accelerator, and the black Cayenne roared like a steel giant and drove in another direction.

Two or 10 minutes later, we arrived at our destination - the Deep Sea Shooting Gallery.

Xi Yingzong was already waiting in the hall. As soon as Ji Yan entered, he got up and greeted him, deliberately raised his hand to look at his watch, and said with a joking smile: "Last time you waited for me for a quarter of an hour, this time I will wait for you for a quarter of an hour. It's evened out."

"Sorry," Ji Lin closed his eyes slightly, and explained concisely, "I gave it to someone."

Xi Yingzong didn't think much about it, only that Ji Lin sent someone from the police force, so he didn't ask in detail, and then said: "You have time to ask me out today, is the case solved?"

Ji Lin nodded, thinking of something, he said one more sentence: "Coincidentally, you also met the murderer's brother."

Xi Yingzong slightly widened his eyes and said in shock, "What? Who?"

"Remember the last time you were at the Painted Skin Bar, a boy you asked me to analyze?" Ji Lin explained, "I thought he was drunk at the time."

Xi Yingzong nodded immediately: "I remember, I laughed for a long time."

"He is the twin brother of one of the murderers, and he is not drunk," Ji Lin said in a deep voice, "He has mental retardation."

Xi Yingzong was silent for two seconds, as if stunned by such a coincidence. After a while, he raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and murmured: "This is really a coincidence..."

After the words fell, Xi Yingzong turned his head to look at Ji Lin, and said curiously: "Wait a minute, what did you mean when you said "one of the murderers" just now?Is this still a criminal gang? "

"It doesn't count," Ji Lin said briefly, "It's just that there are two murderers."

Ji Lin never talked much about the case, and Xi Yingzong knew his temper well, so he didn't ask any more questions, but he sighed again and again, "It's really a coincidence", and then changed the subject: "Oh, but having said that, I realized that you haven't invited me here for a long time."

Following his voice, the two of them had reached the entrance of one of the VIP rooms on the top floor. The owner of the shooting gallery was a trendy fat man with a cropped head and colorful arms. He leaned against the door and smiled and waved to the two of them. It’s been a long time, handsome guy! If you don’t come to my restaurant, you won’t be able to improve your appearance!”

Ji Lin smiled lightly, nodded politely at him, Xi Yingzong smiled and replied: "Brother Fat, aren't you a living sign of the deep sea?"

The fat boss burst out laughing, and after exchanging greetings with Yingzong, he invited them into the room, turned around and closed the door for them.

Ji Lin didn't chat with Xi Yingzong anymore, he was already standing in front of the shooting position, put on the goggles and noise-canceling headphones skillfully, and raised the gun at hand to aim at the bull's-eye in an extremely standard posture.

Ji Lin's own ability combined with the special nature of his profession, his marksmanship is notoriously accurate even in the police force, so he can actually challenge all kinds of fancy moving targets in the shooting hall, but Ji Lin's habit has been like a day for many years, he every time When you come, you will first hit the most primitive fixed target.

Ji Lin aimed with one eye and pulled the trigger, the gunshot hit the bull's-eye suddenly, and in the next second, he did not pause at all, and shot again.

In the next second, the gunfire continued, and the bullet flew straight out, hitting the bull's-eye again with a perfect line.

It took Ji Lin less than 15 seconds to fire ten rounds of bullets in a row, and the ten shots were fired like one shot, with exactly the same landing point.

This is Ji Lin's routine operation, and Xi Yingzong wasn't surprised for a long time, but he looked at Ji Lin's slightly tensed jawline, and he didn't know if it was because he was holding a gun. Ji Lin's past gentle temperament faded away at this moment. It was a lot, but it added two points of sharp taste that seemed to be almost uncontrollable. Xi Yingzong realized it later and continued the interrupted topic: "What's the matter with you today? It's been a long time since you invited me to play this game. "

Ji Lin and Xi Yingzong are regular customers of this shooting gallery, otherwise they wouldn't be so familiar with the boss.

They started sneaking here as early as 13 years ago, when they were still underage.

In the past, Ji Lin came much more frequently than now. At that time, Xi Yingzong always felt that Ji Lin actually had a lot of anger in his heart that needed to be vented. Every time he came, he could vent the anger in his heart. Putting on the skin of a gentle gentleman, he turned around and smiled indiscriminately at everyone around him.

However, in recent years, Ji Lin came less and less, and his gentle and gentleman appearance became more and more popular, and sometimes even Xi Yingzong could be deceived by him, thinking that Ji Lin was born with such a look.

But today, it seems different.

"It's nothing," Ji Lin lowered his eyes to change the magazine, his tone was still gentle, but the words he said were obviously abnormal, "I just need to restrain myself in this way, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, and put him Catch it and lock it up."

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The fat boss returned to the lounge and remembered Ji Lin and Xi Yingzong again. He hissed, and suddenly took out his mobile phone and clicked into WeChat, searched in the address book for a long time, and then sent a message.

Just as Wen Dong came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, he heard the phone on the bedside table vibrate twice.

The "appointment" he and Tang Chu said was false, and it was even more false to deliberately imply that Ji Lin "wanted to make an appointment at home".

However, Wen Dong still felt very uncomfortable when he thought of Ji Lin who had no abnormal reaction after he said that.

He shook his head, and at the same time as the drops of water fell all over the ground, Wen Dong seemed to have also used this action to shake off all the thoughts that made him unhappy, and then he picked up the phone and unlocked it.

A series of unread messages popped up on WeChat, and the latest one came from the owner of the deep-sea shooting gallery who hadn't contacted for a while——

Fat Brother Deep Sea: Xiaowen, are you free tonight?Do you still remember the two super handsome guys I mentioned to you before?One of them is your dish at first glance!He is here today!Do you want to hurry up and start a beautiful fate hahaha!

Wen Dong was stunned for a moment.

Of course, he was stunned not because of this news, but because he found that the moment he saw this message, the first thing that came to his mind was Ji Lin's face again.

This instinctive subconscious made all of Wen Dong's unpleasant emotions come back in an instant, and even had a faint tendency to intensify.

After a while, Wen Dong lowered his eyes, touched the screen of the mobile phone with his long and slender fingers, whether it was out of a kind of anger or a conflict with himself, and simply replied three words—here it is.

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