Brain Science Event Book

"Welcome!" The shop owner is a bearded man in his sixties. "Do you need anything?"

"Excuse me!" Zhou Jinglin showed her ID card, "I am a police officer in the Criminal Division. Do you know a high school girl named Ou Ampo?" While narrating, she also displayed a photo on her mobile phone.

"Ou Amber? I don't have any impression."

"Then Teacher Wu Yingfan, you always remember..."

Yingli took the opportunity to look around the store; the store is not big, and there are various violins displayed on the walls and shelves, but violins are the most common, and there are several unfinished heads placed in the corner, which shows that violins should also be made here.

A ballpoint pen was set up at the counter, and when I approached to check, I found a record next to the phone, which recorded the phone number, the name of the person, etc., and the handwriting was all from the same person.

The boss finally heard the movement, "Miss! Please don't move..."

"It's not him." She turned to Zhou Jinglin and showed the page. "The handwriting is different."

"What, what writing?"

"We learned that you are responsible for repairing the violins of Teacher Wu Yingfan and other students. Ou Ampo is her student and has disappeared a few days ago; and we found a love poem at her home, which is exactly the same as the note in your store!" Zhou Jinglin showed Note, "Are there any other employees in the store?"

"Let me take a look." The moment he took a closer look, his expression changed.

Yingli caught Zhou Jinglin's eyes and hurriedly asked, "Who wrote this?"

"This... is my son's word." He stammered.

"Where is he!"

"It's inside. But..." Eri strode in while the boss pointed to the room, "Miss! Wait a minute!"

"teacher!"

Contrary to the clean and tidy display outside, the interior space is crowded and disordered due to the accumulation of various materials; the natural-dried spruce and maple boards are placed on the shelves, each showing a straight and beautiful wood grain.

Going further inside, the planing tools are mixed with sawdust, unremoved strings, semi-finished products, etc., and the air is filled with the smell of paint; the lights are a little dim, and the craftsman hidden in it is concentrating on fine planing a piece of wood.

There is a bandage on his right hand, and the shadow on the side of his face makes it difficult to see his facial features, but his focused eyes shine like jewels.

Eri dexterously crossed the obstacle, "Do you know this girl?" The photo of Ou Amber wearing a costume appeared on the phone screen.

"Don't bother him! Don't you see he's making the violin?"

"See! He polished the top of the violin; the curvature of the top has an absolute impact on the breadth and thickness of the sound, and is one of the most delicate tasks in the violin-making process." She raised her voice, "But what I want to ask is far from It's more important than making a piano!"

Being robbed of white by her, the boss's face instantly swelled red.

"Have you guys met face-to-face lately?" She intervened forcefully, forcing him to stop what he was doing. "See clearly!"

He sighed softly, "You blocked the light."

"Ou Amber is missing!" Eri slapped the workbench and saw a piece of rosin mixed with gold powder on the table. "Just after meeting you!" She said with affirmation, holding her phone high.

"Junsheng! Don't answer her questions!" the boss called him, and turned to Yingli and Zhou Jinglin and shouted: "I know Teacher Wu! But I am responsible for all the repairs, and so is her student's piano! My son can't go Meet her students!"

However, Gong Junsheng's reaction was revealing. He trembled as if deeply affected, and took off his goggles, trying to see the person on the screen clearly.

"He has Asperger's disease!" The boss finally stood between him and Eri. A good violin is even more difficult! He doesn't know what you're looking for...Jun Sheng?"

Gong Junsheng stopped the boss's fierce statement with his injured right hand, walked around the boss, and stared at the screen with his head down.

"Yesterday, Amber came to see me." Meeting Eri's eyes, he said sincerely.

*

Three years ago, they met for the first time.

At that time, he was the only one in charge of the store. Wu Yingfan brought her to the store and said with a smile that she, the best student, needed a good violin because the old ones were no longer enough.

"She is very special." Gong Junsheng pointed to the left chin. "She has obvious marks here, the result of daily practice...she is the best girl I have ever seen who can play the violin, and her skills are excellent."

When Ou Ampo tried to play the violin, he found that her ability to distinguish voices was even better than Wu Yingfan, "She could hear the flaws in the voice that Mr. Wu couldn't hear... probably because of the young relationship." He smiled slightly, " So she picked my best work without breaking a sweat!"

"Young relationship?" Wu Yingfan doesn't look old either!

"As we grow older, the high-frequency response that the ear can hear will gradually decrease." Eri explained for him directly, "What happened later? How did you come into contact with it?"

"Tutorial, she is tutoring nearby."

Every Wednesday and Friday, they will meet for a very short time; at most 10 minutes.Because her parents knew when the cram school was over, and if it took too long, her parents would be suspicious. She always rushed to the store, and hurried home by MRT after less than five sentences.But he always enjoys every meeting.

They are not good at words, but their personalities are unexpectedly compatible; through music, they know each other and cherish each other.

"You guys, are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" Zhou Jinglin wanted to know how far they had progressed.

Gong Junsheng opened his eyes wide and shook his head, "She came here just to listen to music, try a new bow or rosin, or try my new work; Amber and I don't have that kind of relationship."

Zhou Jinglin lowered her head and stuck out her tongue in shame. "However, I also feel a little bit that between us... is slowly changing." He then said.

After entering high school, Ou Ampo's academic pressure increased significantly, and the time for piano practice also increased a lot; at first they still met at the agreed time, but it only lasted until the end of the first year of high school, and then she was selected for the new class. She is gifted in mathematics and science; she insisted on reading, but was forced to give up "English tutoring" just to increase the time for piano practice-that also destroyed the chance of them meeting.

Gong Junsheng gritted his teeth slightly, "I can even feel her pressure; on the last night of tuition, she came to me and cried. This is the first time I saw her like this."

"What about the poem? Was it also given to her at that time?"

"Which song?"

Eri patiently repeated: "Had Itheheavensembroideredcloths..."

He suddenly realized, "No! Last time Teacher Wu brought me her piano to tidy up, and I wrote it and put it in the piano box for her; I was accidentally injured before, so it was a bit difficult to write... I was worried about giving it to her. Her parents found out, so they asked Ms. Wu when she would meet Qin? I was relieved to hear that Amber would go to her class..."

"Did you often send them before? English poems."

He nodded. "Reading poetry is my hobby; Amber seems to like it too."

No wonder she tries to imitate his handwriting in every possible way... In order to avoid being discovered by her parents, Ou Amber has always been on guard!

"What did you guys say yesterday?" At this point, Eri turned to the boss, as if asking why he didn't know.

"Amber always goes through the back door. Dad usually doesn't bother me when I'm making pianos." Gong Junsheng lowered his head and said, "She frightened me when she came to the store. She was wearing... very beautiful clothes and said, she did it! As I said, take my violin and win the music competition." He pursed his lips tightly, and then there was silence.

"And then?" Zhou Jinglin couldn't help asking.

"Of course I'm very happy! But I'm painting another violin...I made time when we met last night; I didn't expect her to come yesterday, so I asked her to wait for me so I could concentrate. When it was close to noon, I was almost done, but..."

She is gone.

"She seemed to say something, but I didn't hear it clearly; I'm not even sure when she left or where she went." He grabbed his hair and showed a distressed expression, "She didn't come home...yes ?"

Eri opened her eyes wide and approached with a frighteningly high-handed posture. "If she had gone home, I wouldn't have come here!"

On the verge of breaking out, she finally held back, "In order to cover up the poem you sent, she imitated your handwriting; when I went to her house to search, she put this on the music stand."

Yeats' poems, written by himself.

"Understood? Mr. Gong! I don't care what position you put her in, but Ou Amber regards this as your confession to her!"

This is a love poem, and it is also an encouragement that Gong Junsheng uses to cheer up the people he cares about.Ou Anbo took the costume, dressed up in front of him, and won the glory of the championship for him.She finally understood why Ou Amber was dissatisfied with this costume, because she only wanted to be what was described in the poem - because it was her "The heaven embroidered clothes"! (heavenly brocade)

However, she was full of hope, but disappointed.

"With Asperger's, you can't feel exactly what she's showing, can you? The activation of the dorsal prefrontal cortex allows you to be very precise about your own plans and pace, but the ventromedial prefrontal cortex , that is, the ability to perceive emotions has disappeared!"

"What... what did you say?"

Eri was too angry to explain in detail, "Where else did you go on a date?"

Gong Junsheng shook his head slightly flustered. "Time is short! So it's all here..."

"Very good! The clue is broken!"

With her rosy lips pursed, she walked towards the store door angrily.

"Teacher!" Zhou Jinglin called her, but she left decisively. "Mr. Gong..." She bit the cap of her pen and wrote a string of numbers on his workbench, "If you still remember what Ou Anbo said to you, or where she might go, please immediately Contact me!"

After watching Zhou Jinglin leave, Gong Junsheng looked away blankly, "Junsheng..." He turned a deaf ear to his father's yelling, and only touched the phone number that hadn't been called with his finger.

＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

The serialization of this case will be completed on the Friday of Mirror Literature. Bach’s update is two times late, but he will continue to keep up.

At present, I am more worried about the sixth case... Today I finally thought of a method that can bring together two points that I really want to write; I hope that I will not rewrite the beginning. Rewriting really hurts QQ