Chapter 15: Old things

The wind and rain were getting stronger outside the window, and the wind and leaves were beating the edge of the window desperately, Zhang Xiaolong shut up at the right moment.
Dozens of eyes in the room gathered again on Lin Chen.
It is very embarrassing to look suspicious, startled, or even as if the culprit is someone else.
Lin Chen closed her eyes lightly, unmoved.
Only Huang Ze could feel that Lin Chen's body was shaking slightly, very hot, and struggling.
Fu Hao was very angry. He grated his teeth and wanted to speak, but was held down by Xunlian Li.
"Looks like it's time to invite Mr. Feng to have a cup of tea, do you mean it, political commissar?" He rubbed his beard and pulled everyone's attention away from Lin Chen.
The political commissar's face was very red, but he was still pretending to be deep. After a moment of groaning, he said "yes".
Xun Lian stood up, the chair and the ground made a rough voice, he subconsciously looked at Lin Chen's direction, and wanted to take Lin Chen with him, however, Lin Chen did not look at him.
Huang Ze put away the book, his cold face slightly raised an angle, and said, "It seems that it is not good for the Captain of the Penalty to involve unrelated persons and others to solve the case."
"Mr. Lin has played a key role in the investigation of this case. How can it be an unrelated person?"
After listening to Xun Conglian's words, Huang Ze flipped through the book, as if he had seen some records, but looked up and asked, "It seems that Professor Fu is a special psychology expert hired by the police?"
Xing Lian was speechless for a moment. He wanted to argue again, but saw Lin Chen opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, and shook his head.
Fu Hao quickly grabbed the prisoner Conglian: "Let's go to the old penalty, we will arrest someone!"
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The roadside camphor was blown by the wind, and the jeep rushed past. Fu Hao said nothing, and Xun Lian even stepped on the accelerator. The atmosphere in the car was somber and scary.
Encountered a red light, Xun Cong even made an emergency stop and hammered the horn hard.
"Why don't you explain?"
"Explain what."
"Lin Chen is your brother and an expert among experts. Why don't you say it!"
"That's Huang Ze, my brother didn't speak, what kind of force did you make!" Fu Hao was forced by the hard-line attitude of being punished.
"What's wrong with Huang Ze? When you saw Huang Ze, you scared to speak?"
"Huang Ze, that's Brother!"
Fu Hao was about to speak out, but saw Xun Conglian's eyes flicker. He suddenly understood that Xing Conglian was saying this: "You have failed to learn the old penalty!"
Fu Hao had itchy teeth.
"Come on, let's talk, what happened to Huang Ze and Lin Chen, what are the festivals, and the name of Chen ..." he said, and clicked, and put the car lock down. "Don't think about it today, don't think about it Get out of this door. "
Men gossip is indeed more troublesome than women, because they are very persistent and very effective.
Looking at the changing traffic lights, Fu Hao felt the speed of the car slowly increasing, and sighed longly: "Have you heard of the North and South families?"
"Which novel is it?"
Fu Hao looked at Xun Lianlian with a look at aliens, and the unpredictable atmosphere vanished.
"Lao Xing, you are really an exorcist ..." Professor Fu was helpless, and his tone suddenly calmed down. "Even if you live outside the world, you must also know that there are still some big families in this world. They are rich and have Money represents power, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach these people, but once they are contacted, they must be careful. This is not a novel, it is a more ups and downs reality than a novel. "
"What do you mean?"
"The family of the north and the south, Zhou Wu Chen Huang." Fu Hao stared at the front and said gently.
The sound of rain outside the car was a bit loud, and the sound of the engine inside the car was also a little loud. Fu Hao did not speak, and Xun Xun never even spoke.
After a long time, the bearded man parked the car on the side of the road and put the handbrake: "Oh, what then?"
He was very light-spoken, so unconcerned that he didn't care.
Suddenly, Fu Hao was speechless. He thought his words were cautious enough to be alarming, but Xuncong didn't even seem to be in his heart.
"Can you be serious, these four families are very rich."
"They have money and don't pay me. What has it to do with me?"
"So what's relevant to you?"
"Zhou Wu ... what Huang, how did Lin Chen offend them?"
Fu Hao thought, that is also Lin Chen's problem, and it has nothing to do with you.
"This, can't say."
"Why can't you say."
The city's small school gate is close at hand, and the wind blows down the branches of the ground.
Looking at such a scene, people's mood will be very low.
"Because someone won't let us say."
"You're so boring."
Xun Lian took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and then prepared to open the door and get out of the car.
As soon as one of his legs crossed the car, he heard the people behind him and asked a question.
"Old sentence, do you think that all men are created equal? ​​Does everyone have the same life?"
"Is not it?"
"So the life of the thief, the life of the children of the family, your life and the life of Feng Peilin, are they all worth the same?"
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There are many questions in this world that are difficult to answer, and there are many people who are speechless.
There are only two people left in the police office.
The policewoman who had wanted to stay and sort out had not had time to lift a chair, and was ejected from the room by the airborne inspector.
Lin Chen felt that someone handed him a glass of water, and the water temperature was very suitable, about 40 degrees.
The only person who has to drink a glass of water to the exact single digit temperature is Huang Ze.
Knowing that it was Huang Ze, Lin Chen retracted his finger on the paper cup, so the cup of warm water fell to the ground, and the water was everywhere, and even some, splashed directly on the inspector's straight pants.
With the flowing water, Huang Ze also laughed: "You are sick." He said, and put his hand on Lin Chen's forehead gently, "high fever, 39.5 degrees."
He smiled ambiguous, and his actions were very intimate. He and the cold-faced inspector judged that if they were two, his entire face was soft, except that the long slender eyes were cold, so cold that they could drip water and freeze.
"Huang Ze, you are so boring." Lin Chen did not open Huang Ze's hand, because it would look too artificial and artificial.
Huang Ze squatted in front of Lin Chen, holding his hands on his hands, and almost circling Lin Chen, he asked, "How have you been in these three years?"
"If I had a good life, you would have cleaned up your own hands, why would you be so relieved?"
"I feel bad for you." Huang Ze said, and moved forward again, because the distance was too close, he could almost feel Lin Chen's burning and painful breath, he suddenly had some softness, so he asked a question "So, in the past three years, have you ever regretted it for a second and didn't save her?"
While waiting for an answer, Huang Ze wanted to see Lin Chen's chapped lips because of a high fever. He thought that if Lin Chen answered yes, he would definitely pour a glass of water for him and then force him to drink.
"Suppose there are 20 people playing on the railroad tracks, 4 of them are children of wealthy people, they are very smart and are elite in the industry, they advise other children that there will be trains passing on this track, you should Go to the next abandoned track to play, but the remaining 16 children, for various reasons, did not heed the advice. So, these 4 children walked alone to the abandoned track. Of course, the train came. If this time You are standing next to the switch of the rails. You can choose to turn the train to the abandoned rails, sacrificing 4 of them to save more children; on the contrary, if you don't, more children will die. Fu Hao looked at the back of Xun Conglian and smiled very hard: "Excuse me, if you encounter such a thing, what would you do?"
Xun Conglian's hair was wet by rain, and half of his body sticking out of the door was soaked. He maintained this posture, like a stone sculpture, as if thinking about it for a long time.
Finally, he took out the lighter and hit it twice, but he did not hit it.
"I can't answer this question." Hesitated, the flame finally came out, he put the lighter close to the cigarette, and he lit it for a long time, he spit out a cigarette, and said, "But I will admire that Someone who can make a choice. "
"In this world, not all questions will have answers." Lin Chen stared at Huang Ze's cold eyes, but his tone softened: "Not all answers will distinguish right from wrong."
Huang Ze stood up abruptly. If he was not in the Interpol team and closely monitored around him, he would surely grip Lin Chen's neck.
Xing Conglian was very clever. Of course, he knew that the story that Fu Hao said was not a hypothesis, but it happened.
Because it is real, it is heavy.
All questions of human nature are, of course, heavy.
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Due to the suspension of classes, there are no students in Shishi Primary School, and there are very few teachers at work.
The school bell rang as usual, and Xun Lian extinguished his cigarette, followed the school security and came to Feng Peilin's office.
The large office was empty, and Xun Lian didn't even need to ask. He glanced over and recognized Feng Peilin's desk.
That table was very clean, a light brown tabletop, with nothing but a book on it.
Xun Lian put on his gloves, went to the window, and picked up the book.
Opening the cover, a sentence was written on the title page:
People who have not been purged by passion have never overcome passion-Jung.
The typeface is clear, the brushwork is delicate, and the person who writes is very serious. This kind of seriousness represents sarcasm.
Even if Lin Chen was not present, he could imagine what kind of posture the person who wrote was sitting by the window, with the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he wrote the line.
Xun's face went blank, and he started flipping through the book. At this time, a letter fell out of the book.
The envelope is white and spotlessly clean.
The letter was not sealed, Xun Conglian turned the envelope upside down and shuddered, and a handful of delicate white sand fell down one after the other. Nothing else.
If you say that, the title page means ridicule.
Then the envelope filled with white sand was naked provocation.
"Captain, this is Mr. Xu, who is in the same office as Mr. Feng."
The security guard brought a female teacher with a ponytail to Xing Conglian.
"Oh, good." Xing Conglian handed the book and envelope to Fu Hao, and sat down with the female teacher.
"I would like to ask you a few questions about Teacher Feng."
Whoever faced the police was nervous, and the female teacher frowned and her lips were tight.
"Mr. Feng, what does he do to the students?"
"He is very good to his students, he is a Chinese teacher, and he is very personable. The students like him."
"What's the situation of Mr. Feng's family, do you know?"
"Ms. Feng is not married yet, but it is because of this that she is more popular with female students."
"Then Mr. Feng's words and deeds, is there anything in him that makes you feel a little wrong?" Xing Conglian asked.
"To say something weird ..." The female professor frowned, as if remembering something: "Ms. Feng called her mother every day, and she had to set a fixed time. Sometimes he was in class and would run when time was up Go down the hall and call mom. "
The son is about 35-40 years old and the mother is about 65 years old. The mother disciplined her son severely.
Suddenly Xun Lian remembered Lin Chen's inference and couldn't help looking at Fu Hao.
"What else?" He continued.
"And ..." The female teacher rubbed her nose and said, "Ms. Feng is sometimes unreasonable, and she likes to sit by the window, alone."
"Sit this way?"
Xun Lian moved his chair to the side, sat at Feng Peilin's desk, and looked out the window.
Then he froze.
After seeing the sentence Conglian petrified in front of the window, he didn't speak for a long time, and Fu Hao couldn't help pushing him: "What happened to the old sentence?"
"Feng Peilin is watching Lin Chen ..."
Xun Lian whispered Fu Haola to a level with his own eyes.