mask personality

After Wan's forensic doctor finished speaking, Wen Dong's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't even know how he almost stumbled to the side of the car where the corpses were placed, but when his eyes fell on the ankles of the two corpses, to be precise, it fell on the mask tattoos on the ankles, Wen Dong hung on his shoulders. The fingers beside him clenched suddenly, and the nails sank deeply into the palm of his hand, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, and instead fell into another world.

The dusty memory is quietly lifted at this moment——

There are treacherous faces wearing masks in front of my eyes, chaotic roars and shouts lingering in my ears, and my nose is filled with countless mixed stench...

Wen Dong has one and only one idea - to run away, stay away, run as far away as possible, and never come back again.

But the reality seems to be unable to fulfill his wish——

The hood of the hoodie on his body was grabbed from behind, Wen Dong turned his head instinctively, and met a weird clown's face, which was magnified to the extreme in front of Wen Dong's eyes, and even made the bottom of his eyes red. Scarlet cloak of the creepy buffoon.

"My child," the man's voice was hoarse like rough sandpaper, which sounded horrific, "don't you want to taste such delicious food? Why don't you fight for this beauty, but just want Escape?!"

Wen Dong pursed his lips tightly, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Of course, it wasn't because he was afraid, but because he was close. The stench emanating from this man was so obvious that Wen Dong felt that as long as he opened his mouth, he would definitely vomit out of control.

But obviously, the man will not let him go so easily.

The man's hand that was holding Wen Dong's hat moved slowly, and finally landed on both sides of Wen Dong's neck. After that, before Wen Dong could react, the man held his neck with one hand and lifted it up in this position!

The absolute disparity in strength between the two left Wen Dong with no room to struggle, his neck was pinched tightly, and his breathing was difficult. The instinct of his body made him want to open his mouth to help him breathe, but it was no surprise that his mouth As soon as he opened it, he vomited straight away.

But in fact, there was nothing substantial, because Wen Dong hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, so what he vomited on the man's weird clown mask was only the acid water that kept gushing up from his stomach.

In the next second, the man flew into a rage, Wen Dong only felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck, he was completely powerless to resist, and immediately passed out like this.

When he woke up again, Wen Dong found that he had returned to the small bed where he usually slept, but now it was different. Now, his upper body was naked, his limbs were bound to the four corners of the bed, and he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He was looking at a man wearing an ugly mask, but Wen Dong knew that this was no longer the man wearing a weird clown mask and a scarlet cloak.

The man held in his hand a tattoo gun that Wen Dong didn't know what it was at that time. He found that Wen Dong was awake, but he didn't open his mouth to say a word to Wen Dong, as if Wen Dong was awake or not in his eyes. Sleeping, living or dead makes no difference, he is only responsible for being his own—

The tip of the gun reached Wen Dong's heart, and the force was almost brutal, leaving a tattoo on Wen Dong's heart.

To be honest, it was very painful. The chest area is already sensitive to pain, and Wen Dong is too thin, covered with only a thin layer of flesh, so it almost stabbed his breastbone, which is really painful.

The tattoo left behind was a mask pattern, exactly the same as the weird clown mask worn by the man in the scarlet cloak.

"Wen Dong," Ji Lin's warm and deep voice faintly rang in his ears, clearly close at hand, but seemed far away, "Wen Dong, it's okay, it's all over, I know you must have washed it off long ago It doesn't exist anymore, does it?"

……

Wen Dong felt like a drowning person, his head was too dazed, his eardrum seemed to be filled with water, the sound he heard was abnormally hazy, and it took a long time to reach his brain.

Therefore, after an unknown period of time, Wen Dong suddenly noticed one of Ji Lin's eyes - wash off.

He woke up at this moment, only to realize that he was almost half-embraced by Ji Lin, with his back on Ji Lin's chest, and both hands were held by Ji Lin Xuxu.

The car where the corpse was placed had already left, and there were no other people around. Only Tang Chu and other policemen not far away were still walking back and forth, continuing to investigate.

Wen Dong struggled subconsciously, left Ji Lin's embrace, and stood opposite him, half a meter apart.

Raising his eyes and looking straight at Ji Lin, Wen Dong seldom abandoned all his conversation skills, opened his thin lips slightly, and straight to the point threw out three words: "Who are you?"

Ji Lin raised his brows slightly, but he didn't show his excessive surprise at this question. Instead, he hooked his lips and replied in a deep voice: "Me? I'm... a pervert who wants to be a good person."

This answer was beyond Wen Dong's expectation, but Wen Dong was shocked, but also felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in his heart.

be nice...

He frowned subconsciously, but before he could continue digging out images that might correspond to it in the depths of his memory, he heard Ji Lin speak again, and when he called him, he resumed his usual address: "Xiaowen gentlemen."

Wen Dong suddenly came back to his senses, he looked up at Ji Lin again, only to find that Ji Lin's gaze slowly moved down from his face, and finally fixed on his heart.

Wen Dong was startled suddenly.

He subconsciously lowered his head to look, only to notice that the fabric of the clothes on his chest was wrinkled badly. Obviously, when he just fell into a nightmare-like memory, his fingers must have tightly grasped the fabric on his chest.

"Mr. Xiaowen," Ji Lin called again, and suddenly he looked away again, grabbed Wen Dong's eyes tightly, and asked each word in a low voice, "Then, who are you?"

Wen Dong's fingers hanging by his side clenched again subconsciously, but this time it was only for a very short moment. In the next second, he looked at Ji Lin calmly, without blinking or avoiding his eyes, and said firmly, "I'm Wen Dong. winter."

After a short pause, Wen Dong suddenly closed his eyes lightly, and his tone became firmer. It was hard to tell whether he was answering Ji Lin or warning himself, so he repeated earnestly: "Yes, I am Wen Dong."

After his words fell, before Ji Lin could speak again, Tang Chu strode up to the two of them.

"Mr. Xiao Wen," Tang Chu looked carefully at Wen Dong's pale face and lips, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Wen Dong nodded, and said apologetically, "It's okay, I'm sorry I surprised you."

Tang Chu waved his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xiaowen, your situation..."

"His reflex arc is long," but before Tang Chu could finish his question, Ji Lin interrupted him lightly, and said in a calm tone, "It's just an instinctive reaction to seeing a corpse."

Tang Chu was stunned.

Tang Chu's instinctive reaction to vomit when seeing a dead body is of course very understandable, but Wen Dong doesn't look like someone with a long reflex arc, okay?

Then again, is Wen Dong's reaction really aimed at the corpse...?

Tang Chu suddenly remembered that the last time Wen Dong had such a violent reaction was when...

It was when she saw the mask pendant that fell out of Lu Mengting's pocket.

But this time, he saw the mask tattoo on the corpse.

Tang Chu felt faintly that Wen Dong's reaction was not so much an instinctive reaction to seeing a corpse, but an instinctive reaction to seeing a mask...

Much like PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

It can be heard that Dong is obviously the young master of the Wen family, and at first glance, he was carefully raised in a pile of silk and satin, so how could he treat such a discolored criminal organization as PTSD like the mask?

"Deputy Team Tang," Ji Lin's gentle voice suddenly pulled Tang Chu out of all kinds of doubts, "Any new discoveries?"

Tang Chu's attention was immediately diverted, and he spoke quickly: "Ah, yes, two sets of footprints were found, one set of shoe sizes was about 40-41, and the other set of shoe sizes was about 42-43. The side of the road extends all the way to the edge of the pit. It is preliminarily judged that the footprints are deeper than those left by normal walking, and the depth of the two sets of footprints is basically the same, and the force is relatively uniform. At present, no traces of dragging have been found. From this point of view, the body was dumped. The possibility is indeed very high, and there should be two people who threw the corpse, and they carried the corpse away, so the force was even and no dragging marks were left."

Jianwen Dong and Ji Lin both nodded, Tang Chu frowned, and continued: "It's just that we are still not sure whether these two people are murderers, or whether one of them is the murderer, and the other is only involved in helping the throwing corpse…"

"There is another possibility," Ji Lin suddenly said in a deep voice, "Neither of these two is the murderer."

Tang Chu was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously repeated: "Neither of them?"

"Deputy Team Tang," Ji Lin's voice was tinged with his usual persuasion, "Think about the case of Shenxi, the murderers were only Han An and Han Yang, but they were the only two who really participated in it ?"

That's right, they all knew that in Shen Xi's case, besides Han An and Han Yang, there were at least three groups of different divisions of labor related to masks.

But now, in the case of Fu Yan and Yun Xing, the figure of the mask appeared again.

Before all the truth comes out, who knows how much the mask has been involved in, and what specific steps have been involved in it?

"It makes sense," Tang Chu sighed, and then said again, "By the way, about that...uh, that..."

Halfway through speaking, Tang Chu hesitated to speak but stopped looking at Wen Dong, observing his expression carefully.

"Mask tattoo." Guessing what Tang Chu wanted to say, Wen Dong continued the conversation with a calm expression.

"Yes, yes, yes." Seeing that Wen Dong didn't have any unusual reactions, Tang Chu felt relieved and continued, "Mr. Ji, Mr. Xiaowen, what are your thoughts on this mask tattoo?"

Ji Yan was rarely straightforward this time, he said bluntly: "It was one of the usual methods used by the mask organization in the past, to..."

Speaking of this, Ji Yan paused for some reason, and turned his head to look at Wen Dong.

Wen Dong didn't look back at Ji Lin, his expression didn't change, he naturally followed up with Ji Lin's words, and said in a cold tone, "It's for punishment."

For a while, Tang Chu couldn't care less about why Ji Lin and Wen Dong were so familiar with the mask organization back then. He widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Punishment again?!"

Shen Xi's death was also due to "punishment".

It's just that the so-called punishment imposed on the innocent Shen Xi is really too ridiculous.

Then, in the eyes of those hidden in the depths, what kind of "crime" did Fu Yan and Yun Xing commit to be punished?

Thinking of something, Tang Chu hurriedly asked again: "By the way, why is the tattoo on the ankle? Is there any particularity? Also, if it's all about punishment, why is it tattooed this time, but last time it was on Shen Xi's feet?" A pendant on a chain?"

But when this question was asked, before Ji Lin and Wen Dong could speak, Tang Chu shook his head and denied himself: "No, I was preconceived, and I'm still not sure when the tattoo was left on the deceased. Let’s wait until Wan’s forensic doctor finishes his autopsy.”

Although it is now more likely that the tattoos were done after Fu Yan and Yun Xing died, they must be rigorous before the evidence comes out.

"That's right," Ji Lin nodded, and suddenly said, "But if it is confirmed that the tattoo was left after death, it fits the position of the ankle, because in some people's minds, the ankle is the most important thing for the dead. Importantly, it has a meaning similar to tying a red string around the ankle of a corpse."

It is said that tying red strings around the ankles of corpses can prevent fraudulent corpses, so tattooing on the ankles of corpses is like branding their souls——

The body is dead, but the punishment is deeper than the soul is immortal.

"Damn it," Tang Chu, who was enlightened, rubbed his arms with a cold face, and couldn't help but said, "This is too fucking vicious."

This is as if killing someone is not enough, but also cursing the other person to never be reborn forever.

Ji Lin was noncommittal, and ended the topic calmly: "I can analyze the above for the time being. It's getting late. I'll send Mr. Xiaowen home first. Deputy Tang has worked hard. If you find something, please contact me anytime."

"Oh, yes, yes," Tang Chu hurriedly waved his hands at the two of them, "You two are the ones who have worked so hard, especially Mr. Xiaowen must have a good rest when he returns home!"

After politely saying hello, Wen Dong and Ji Lin left side by side, and got back into the co-pilot seat of Ji Lin's black Cayenne.

Too many things happened that night. Wen Dong's nerves had been tense before and he didn't feel anything, but the moment he sank into the back of the comfortable seat, a strong sense of fatigue swept over him in an instant. With the faint scent of grass and trees unique to Ji Lin, Wen Dong felt that he could fall asleep immediately.

He originally thought about asking Ji Lin if he needed comfort when the two of them were alone, but he resisted tenaciously for two seconds, and in the end he couldn't resist, and slowly closed his eyelids.

The black Cayenne galloped on the empty road in the middle of the night, and after nearly four and 10 minutes, it finally arrived at the downstairs of Wen Dong's house.

Wen Dong didn't wake up yet, he was still breathing evenly and steadily, and slept soundly.

Ji Lin turned his head to the side, staring deeply at Wen Dong's defenseless sleeping face.

Very similar to... and that kid, really similar.

After staring at it for an unknown amount of time, Ji Lin's eyes finally moved down slowly, and fell on Wen Dong's heart again——

If one coincidence is a coincidence, does it mean that there are many coincidences?

After a long while, Ji Lin closed his eyes slightly, and with this simple action, he lost all his expressions. He raised his hand to cover Wen Dong's shoulder, and patted it lightly, with a soft voice: "Mr. Xiao Wen, you're home. "

Wen Dong has always been a light sleeper, and the moment Ji Lin's palm touched him, he had already felt it, and when Ji Lin's words fell, Wen Dong had completely woken up and opened his eyes.

"Are you here?" Wen Dong sat up, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and asked again, "How long has it been?"

"No," Ji Lin shook his head with a faint smile, and said warmly, "It's only been 5 minutes."

While talking, Ji Lin opened the door first and got out of the car, and then went around to this side to open the door for Wen Dong.

Wen Dong stepped out of the car and thanked Ji Lin.

"It's getting late, so I'm leaving first," Ji Lin said goodbye to Wen Dong gently, and then said with concern, "Mr. Xiao Wen doesn't need to report to the Municipal Bureau early tomorrow, I will let you know if I find anything."

Wen Dong raised his arm and waved it. He just nodded without being polite and said, "Okay, Mr. Ji, be careful on the road."

Ji Lin nodded in response, but he was not in a hurry to get in the car, but said: "I see Mr. Xiaowen go up and go."

Wen Dong vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Ji Lin's attitude... But his drowsy brain made it difficult for him to think of a reason for a while. If he had to say it, it probably seemed to be gentler than usual, too gentle...

But this is actually nothing unusual, Wen Dong simply gave up thinking, waved his hand again, and turned around and went up the steps first.

Ji Yan kept watching Wen Dong's back walk into the unit door, watched the unit door close again, and then unhurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one from it, lit it, and took a puff.

He unbuttoned the left shirt cuff with one hand, slowly rolled up the shirt sleeve, and the burning cigarette butt touched his scarred wrist again.

Ji Lin's brows were still stretched, and a strange light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

Entangling chains is just one of the most basic types of bondage, and it doesn't always work.

Sometimes, such as now, Ji Lin needs and enjoys using a stronger method than winding chains to lock himself up.

But this time, Ji Lin didn't burn the whole cigarette to his wrist, he raised his head to estimate the approximate time, threw the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray in the car, and slowly put down the sleeves of his shirt again, Button the cuffs.

In the next second, the time was just right, the lights on the eighth floor came on, the window opened, and a slender figure protruded from the window.

Excellent eyesight allowed Ji Lin to see Wen Dong by the window on the eighth floor clearly. He hooked the corners of his lips, raised his left hand covered with fresh smoke scars, and waved towards Wen Dong from afar, and then no longer missed it. , opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and drove away.

When Ji Lin returned home, he immediately entered his "treasure room". He walked to the corner cabinet and squatted down, and opened the bottom drawer.

No one knows that there is one and only one thing in this drawer——

It was a mask with the pattern of elk.

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Exam questions are coming!Question: Where else did elk appear in the text!