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In the inquiry room at the same time, the place where Wen Dong was originally sitting was replaced by another person at this moment.

It was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, his hair was carefully treated with pomade, and he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He had a face that was not stunning, but rather attractive. Two points of elite temperament.

However, I don't know if it's because he is sitting in the police station now, his posture is too straight, his body and facial muscles are tense, and he looks full of defense.

"Don't be nervous," Tang Chu twirled the signature pen in his hand, smiled at the man, and pointed out the glass with the tip of the pen, "See? This is called the inquiry room where you are sitting, it's just an ordinary inquiry, isn't it?" Trial you as a criminal."

After listening to Tang Chu's words, the man finally relaxed a little, and he asked in a low voice, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Tang Chu didn't speak again, and turned his head to signal the little policeman beside him to start asking questions.

The little policeman cleared his throat, and routinely asked by name: "Qian Shu?"

The man nodded, "Yes."

"30 years old, the piano teacher of Yashen Conservatory of Music?"

This was originally a routine question for identity verification, but Qian Shu frowned and corrected him earnestly: "29 years and seven months old, not yet thirty, besides, he is an associate professor."

The little policeman was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Tang Chu. Tang Chu laughed, and followed Qian Shu's words: "Professor Qian is really young and promising."

Qian Shu stretched his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly, and finally showed his first smile since sitting in the police station, "Thank you."

The little policeman smacked his lips quietly and continued to ask, "Where were you from eight to eleven last night?"

Qian Shu's smile disappeared again, and he said briefly, "School."

The little policeman gritted his teeth, "Where is the school? Your school is so big."

"Music House," Qian Shu took a sip from the water glass on the table, and couldn't help snorting, "Didn't the surveillance capture it all? Otherwise, why would you invite me to ask questions?"

He was right in saying this, although after asking around in that conch-shaped building, he finally learned that there was only one monitoring at the main entrance, but Qian Shu was indeed being monitored when he entered and exited.

"Professor Qian is so smart," Tang Chu said suddenly, his tone sank two points, "Then I must be able to guess why we invited you to sit here?"

The oppressive meaning in his words was too strong, Qian Shu's face changed instantly, as if he wanted to stand up directly, but he held back. In the end, he just frowned at Tang Chu, and said displeasedly: "You What do you mean? You said it yourself just now, and asking me here is just an ordinary inquiry."

Tang Chu stared at Qian Shu for two seconds, then turned the signature pen in his hand around again, suddenly relieved the heavy oppressive feeling on his body just now, raised one hand and made a downward movement, and said in a relaxed tone: " Don't get excited, it's indeed just an ordinary question, just to remind Professor Qian, don't have to speculate about the questions we ask, as long as you can cooperate and answer truthfully what we ask."

Qian Shu snorted, straightened his shirt collar, leaned back in his chair and stopped talking.

The little policeman continued to ask: "The House of Music has five floors and hundreds of rooms. Which one are you in?"

Qian Shu looked like he wanted to choke back again, but when he touched Tang Chu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he still hesitated, and replied reluctantly: "It's in my special piano room."

The little policeman wrote two notes in the notebook, and then asked: "Did you go out in the piano room for three hours?"

"It's convenient to go out once," Qian Shu said, "Five minutes, does that count?"

The little policeman didn't answer "Does it count?", but just asked: "Can anyone prove it? Or have you been alone in the piano room?"

This should have been an easy question to answer, but for some reason, Qian Shu paused, with a look of hesitation flashing across his face.

Tang Chu slapped the table suddenly, and said sharply: "It takes a long time to think about this?!"

Qian Shu was startled for a moment, but then he felt that his frightened appearance seemed disrespectful, so he frowned and looked at Tang Chu again, then raised his hand to dust off the dust that didn't exist on his body, and then said: "This Police officer, if you ask questions, you can ask questions, can you not pat the table? With all due respect, the table in your bureau has not been wiped for a long time, it is very dirty, have you seen it, dust is everywhere when you pat it. "

Tang Chu uttered a curse that was on his lips, but he swallowed it back abruptly, and said with a blank expression: "Okay, then you can talk about it and ask if you were alone in the piano room last night. It's very difficult." Remember?"

"Officer," Qian Shu put on a helpless expression, "I'm basically in the piano room every night. Sometimes students come to look for me, sometimes I don't. I can't remember whether any students came last night. Is it normal?"

Tang Chu ground his molars and forced himself to calm down, "Okay, have you recalled it now?"

"I remember," Qian Shu said without any hesitation this time, "A student I brought came to see me and discussed her thesis with me."

The little policeman asked, "Has this student been around?"

"That's right," Qian Shu nodded, "After all, it takes a lot of time to revise the thesis."

The little policeman nodded to express his understanding, and then asked, "What's the student's name?"

"Mengting," Qian Shu moved his fingers under the table, and replied, "Lu Mengting."

While listening to the questioning, Tang Chu focused his attention on the outside of the glass.

Seeing two slender figures approaching not far away, he hurriedly stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"Is it over?" Tang Chu looked at Ji Lin, then at Wen Dong.

Wen Dong's face was still slightly pale, especially his already pale lips, which looked even paler at this moment, and there was still a faint, almost non-existent smell of tobacco on his body.

"It's over," Wen Dong nodded, and thanked Tang Chu again, "Thank you very much."

Tang Chu waved his hand, "It should."

Wen Dong stopped being polite to him, but turned his head to look at the inquiry room on the side.

Ji Lin was also looking sideways inside.

Tang Chu approached Ji Lin, pointed at Qian Shu, and said in a low voice: "Shen Xi's colleague, it is presumed that he was in that building during the time of his death, and his piano room is next door to Shen Xi."

Ji Lin nodded to show that he knew it. Before he could speak, he heard the voice of the little policeman from the inquiry room: "Do you usually have a good relationship with Shen Xi?"

Tang Chu was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he had just come out in a hurry, the door was not closed properly, and there was a leak.

Qian Shu's voice came through the crack of the door: "Shen Xi? We are just ordinary colleagues, so we can't say good or bad..."

Tang Chu was turning around to close the door, when Wen Dong's clear voice suddenly sounded from behind, only three simple and cold words: "He lied."

Tang Chu was taken aback, stopped, turned around to look at Wen Dong, and asked uncertainly, "Do you know him?"

Wen Dong didn't speak, his eyes fell on the man in the suit and leather shoes who was inquiring about the room. For a moment, he took a deep breath, carefully distinguishing the very unpleasant smell in the air, like the smell of rotten rice.

Wen Dong knew very well that it represented jealousy and disgust.

After a while, he looked away, shook his head, and said frankly, "I don't know."

Tang Chu wondered, "Then why do you..."

Before he could finish his question, he was interrupted by Wen Dong. Wen Dong's tone was cold and calm, sounding inexplicably convincing: "But I can tell that he just asked about his relationship with Shen Xi." At that time, the eyebrows unconsciously pressed down and moved closer, and the lips lifted upwards, leading to the stretching of the nose, forming a nasolabial fold. This is an obvious micro-expression representing disgust. At the same time, his hand under the table is also listening When he got the name Shen Xi, he subconsciously clenched it, both of which can show that his relationship with Shen Xi is by no means what he calls an ordinary colleague, on the contrary, he doesn't like Shen Xi very much, even hates Shen Xi."

Tang Chu was stunned, and said in surprise: "You still know this? Talent!"

Ji Lin also temporarily looked away from the inquiry room, and turned his attention to Wen Dong, seeming to praise him very sincerely: "Mr. Xiao Wen is really knowledgeable and talented, covering a wide range of subjects."

"Wonderful praise." Wen Dong's tone was still very light, and he couldn't hear any emotion. "It's just that I personally learned some things in order to be able to draw more emotional faces when drawing portraits."

Of course, neither Ji Lin nor Tang Chu would know that Wen Dong was also lying.

In fact, except for the necessity of class, he never personally draws portraits, let alone learn micro-expressions for this purpose.

But his analysis is undoubtedly accurate.

This accuracy stems from Wen Dong's observations of countless individuals over the past ten years.

Ever since he suddenly possessed this tentative ability at the age of five, in the past 18 years, although Wendong only had one hour a day to smell other people's emotions, the cumulative total of 18 years was about [-] hours.

Although at different moments, people will have different emotions, but on the whole, human emotions are always similar. Under similar emotions, people often have similar micro-expressions and micro-movements that they do not know.

That's another leak of human emotion.

For so many years, Wen Dong has seen so much that gradually, even when he can't smell emotions, by carefully observing a person's expression and movements, he can guess the person's current emotions exactly. ten.

Tang Chu didn't know Wen Dong's real situation. He just gave Wen Dong a thumbs up and said sincerely: "Awesome! You have provided us with a very useful piece of information!"

Wen Dong smiled and didn't say any more.

Tang Chu didn't waste any more time, and turned to Ji Lin and said, "You send Mr. Xiaowen off, and I'll go in and have a good chat with this liar."

Ji Lin nodded in response, remembered something, and called Tang Chu again: "Deputy Director Zhao is looking for you."

Tang Chu was taken aback, and subconsciously looked around, "Where is it? When did the old man come?"

Ji Lin shook the phone helplessly, "She called you before and no one answered, so she called me."

Tang Chu said "Oh oh" twice, and then said "I'll call her back later", then stepped into the inquiry room and closed the door.

Wen Dong turned around, and was about to go to the elevator first, but Ji Lin stopped him behind him, and asked politely: "Mr. Xiao Wen, please wait for me here for a while, is that okay?"

Wen Dong was slightly stunned, not knowing what Ji Lin was going to do, but he still nodded and said "OK".

Ji Lin got an affirmative answer before turning around and walking to the corridor on the other side.

Wen Dong followed his back and took a look from a distance, and roughly guessed that it should be their office.

He watched Ji Lin walk straight to the end of the corridor, and his back disappeared into a room on the right.

But within a minute, he came out again.

There is an extra paper bag in the right hand.

Ji Lin paced steadily, walked back to Wen Dong, handed over the paper bag in his hand, and said warmly: "You came in a hurry this morning, you probably haven't had time for breakfast yet, I don't know your taste, so I ordered seafood porridge on my own, But the taste of this one is very good, let's try it for your face?"

Ji Lin's move completely exceeded Wen Dong's expectations, Wen Dong subconsciously took a deep breath, trying to distinguish Ji Lin's emotions at this moment.

This is the conditioned reflex he has formed over the years, and it is the fundamental support for him to be able to handle any relationship with ease.

However, as expected, Wen Dong still only smelled the gentle and clean fragrance of grass and trees.

Wen Dong subconsciously looked at Ji Lin's expression again, but the corners of Ji Lin's lips were still curved just right, without showing any clues, and he still held the paper bag firmly in his hand, as if he was full of patience.

Unable to distinguish anything, completely unable to guess the motive of Ji Lin's move, Wen Dong felt a rare sense of helplessness in his heart.

However, that point of bewilderment was quickly suppressed by him.

Wen Dong blinked his eyes, and his long and slightly curled eyelashes fluttered twice. After that, he calmly reached out and took the paper bag in Ji Lin's hand, and then resumed his usual decent appearance, half-jokingly said: "Thank you, I'm flattered, Your Bureau is really very humane.”

With a single word, Ji Lin's personal behavior was directly promoted to the entire city bureau.

The atmosphere that was called warmth at that moment was easily broken up.

Ji Lin was slightly stunned, but didn't explain further, the corners of his lips still curled up gently, "I'll take you downstairs."

Wen Dong did not refuse, the two walked towards the elevator room together, the elevator door opened, and Ji Lin made a "please" gesture to Wen Dong in a gentlemanly manner, with one arm still blocking the side of the elevator door, waiting for Wen Dong to leave After entering, he withdrew his hand, entered the elevator room unhurriedly, reached out and pressed the button for the first floor.

Neither of them spoke again.

In the confined space, the scent of grass and trees on Ji Lin's body became more and more intense, as if an invisible net had been laid, entangled Wen Dong in it...

With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the first floor, and the elevator door opened slowly. Wen Dong lifted his foot first and walked out.

He turned around, and was about to say goodbye to Ji Lin, wanting to tell him that he didn't have to come out, just take the elevator up, but saw Ji Lin step forward with his long legs, and walked out.

Wen Dong's thin lips moved, and when he was about to open his mouth, Ji Lin called out: "Mr. Xiaowen."

Wen Dong paused, and subconsciously licked his lips.

Ji Lin lowered his head slightly, looked into Wen Dong's eyes, his voice was gentle, polite and modest: "I have another unfeeling request. I heard you say that I learned micro-expressions by myself in order to draw portraits. I think Mr. Xiao Wen is now The analysis of micro-expression is so in place, the portraits drawn must also be full of emotions, then, can I have the honor to take a look at your portrait portfolio?"

Wen Dong: "..."

Wen Dong's face instantly went numb.

Tell me again, what portfolio do you want to see? !

The author says:

Xiao Ji: Is it wrong to want to see my wife's portfolio?

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