Chapter 212: Wufu 49

Hearing that Lin Chen took a look at Xun Lianlian, the other side shut up and began to tea for Xiaoming's parents.
Xing Conglian said politely: "I originally wanted to ask your family of three to the police station to assist in the investigation, but because everyone is more familiar, I would like to first have a meal together and talk about the case."
"What case?" Zheng Xiaoming's parents were quite nervous. "Is it okay with Xiao Ming?"
"No," Xun Cong quickly interrupted his nervous parents, Zhengzheng said, "I just want to ask, did you take Xiaoming to Hongjing Paradise yesterday, did you?"
Xiaoming's parents were even more nervous: "I ... I heard that the park died yesterday. We are not so unlucky, can we even meet this?"
Lin Chen and Xun Conglian looked at each other, making sure that their judgment was correct.
"Is both you and Xiaoming in the garden during the period of 10: 00-12: 00?"
Xiaoming's mother recalled: "It seems that we opened the gate at 9:30 in the morning, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon when we left." His mother patted his son's head. "He likes to stand under the roller coaster Track, but resolutely don't go up and sit. "
"It's all children," the dynasty said with emotion, "I also liked to watch the roller coaster track when I was a kid, and thought that arc was particularly beautiful."
Xing Conglian patted the dynasty's head like Xiaoming's mother, letting people shut up, and then said to the two parents, "So I wonder if you can recall, did any stranger ever give Xiaoming anything?" In principle, Conglian asked this.
Xiaoming's mother really stunned Xiaoming's father and whispered, "I'll just say that person has a problem!"
Xing Conglian looked for a moment: "What kind of person do you say is problematic and where did you meet?"
"I don't seem to be able to remember exactly where ... it is a weird person who sent a balloon to our family Xiaoming and then left ..." Xiaoming's mother said.
Xun Conglian made a face to the dynasty, and the young man hurriedly handed the tablet computer over. The picture stayed at the moment when a stranger wearing a peaked cap tied Zheng Xiaoming with a balloon.
"Yes, yes, that's him." As if finally remembering something, Xiaoming's mother was excited, but suddenly, her tone changed again, "this person who gave our Xiaoming balloon will not be a murderer?"
Hearing that, Xiaoming's dad stunned Xiaoming's mother again: "Don't talk nonsense, startled, the police are here."
Xing Conglian had a hard time answering this question. He could only say, "The specific situation is still under investigation." He paused and continued to use the question to draw the attention of Xiaoming's parents. "Yes, the balloon for Xiaoming, Do you still keep it? "
"The balloon was thrown early. We didn't drive that day. We came by subway. We can't take it in the subway." Xiaoming's mother was a bit disgusted. "And we always think that person is too evil."
Xun Lian sighed almost inaudibly.
Lin Chen picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, and asked Xiaoming's mother, "You just said the other side's evil way, what kind of evil way?"
"What should I say ..." Xiaoming's mother tried to recall again, "Have you ever seen a person who covers himself so tightly in summer, wearing a boss's sunglasses and a mask? I remember, it was scary."
"You mean, he tried his best not to let others see his face?" Xun Conglian asked.
"Yes, his sunglasses are very large, and he can cover half of his face. I remember the old collar of his clothes collar," said Xiaoming's mother.
Lin Chen nodded: "I have to wait for you and your husband to take Xiaoming to the police station to make a simulated portrait."
"Really a criminal suspect?" Xiaoming's father was a genius. "But it's been so long, we can't remember it."
"There are police officers in the police department who are responsible for portraits to help you remember ..."
Lin Chen's words didn't fall. Suddenly, Zheng Xiaoming, who had been holding his arms, suddenly got up and grabbed the tablet computer in his mother's hand.
When Xiaoming's mother was about to scold her son, Lin Chen shook her head and stopped each other with her eyes.
He looked down, Zheng Xiaoming said nothing, and familiarly returned the dynasty tablet to the main interface, opened the drawing board, pulled out the stylus, and began to stroke on the blank drawing board.
With the faster and faster strokes of Zheng Xiaoming, the pattern on the blank drawing paper gradually became clear.
The shape of the face gradually appeared, followed by a sunglasses mask. Lin Chen noticed that Zheng Xiaoming painted a raised lip corner before painting the mask, and then covered the lower part of the face with the mask.
The dynasty gathered together and touched Zheng Xiaoming's head very admiringly: "I'm too great to rely on you. I think you should be my brother?"
Xun Cong dragged the young man's mouth back.
Soon, Zheng Xiaoming stopped painting.
Lin Chen's hand was always on Xiao Ming's head. The child looked up and asked him with tentative eyes.
Lin Chen looked at the picture and looked at the child's face, and said to him softly: "The painting is very good, and the details are sufficient."
The fat man's face was soft and big, and his eyes were wet, like a small animal with ignorance and uneasiness when he was born. If it was not for Zheng Xiaoming's weight problem, Lin Chen would like to hold a person on his leg. I could get Xiaoming's soft face and asked him, "You said that smiley face means that the person who gave you the balloon was very happy, right?"
Xiao Ming nodded strongly.
"Why is he so happy, what happened before?" Lin Chen asked again.
Xiao Ming looked at him, picked up his pen again, and lowered his head to prepare for new paper.
The dynasty hurriedly stopped: "Wait, wait for my brother, save it first. I rely on such an important clue to let Teacher Zhang see that he must kneel and accept you as an apprentice!"
"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Xiaoming's mother asked.
"The portrait expert of the police station." Lin Chen answered for the dynasty.
Xiaoming scrambled to store the almost deleted drawing paper, and then started to draw on the blank drawing paper again.
Soon, a lawn and a vast lake appeared in the picture, and the children playing by the lake and the flying dove shape could be clearly seen.
Later, a man who was looking up at the sky appeared on a bench by the lake. Lin Chen noticed that the man on the bench had only one balloon in his hand, and then Zheng Xiaoming began to paint on the sky. .
One, two, three ...
In the air above the lake, three hydrogen balloons appeared ...
The dynasty took a big breath, before waiting for the young man to speak, Xun Conglian reached out and covered his mouth again.
The needles in the restaurant's private room were so quiet that everyone was blind, waiting silently for Zheng Xiaoming to finish the final content.
The three hydrogen balloons were tied to a black strip-shaped object that was not very clear, and slowly lifted off. Looking at this picture, Lin Chen's palms were a little cold.
"What the is this?" The dynasty finally had a chance to speak, and the young man's voice also expressed some panic.
The atmosphere in the box was tense again.
"What is my son's painting?" Xiaoming's mother asked. "The murderer really gave my son a balloon?"
"During the investigation, I ca n’t be sure." Lin Chen rubbed Xiao Ming's head. As a last resort, he could only avoid topics that are not convenient for him to talk about in front of the other party. "Xiao Ming is really amazing, very pretty Points, but you still need to take Xiaoming to the police station to make a more detailed portrait. "
The dynasty also began to help: "Yeah, yeah, Fatty is like Picasso's rebirth, especially powerful!"
Xiaoming's mother heard someone boast about her son, and the tension eased for a while: "Hey, if it wasn't for Mr. Lin that he was ... we have always ... he was treated as an idiot."
"So you sent him to paint later, right?" Lin Chen asked.
Xiaoming's mother was excited: "Hey, how do you know, mainly because we can't communicate with him basically, we just want to let him paint more, there is a place to express, we do this ... right?"
Lin Chen nodded: "Xiao Mingxi has some verbal defects, and many communications cannot be completed normally, but the talent for painting is connected with visual-spatial abilities. In this regard, I am afraid that is his strength."
"Hey, by the way, Mr. Lin, please leave a WeChat for me. We will always contact you when you have time."
At the time of the meal, Lin Chen was talking about education issues with the parents of the children. Until the police station, the family of three Xiaoming was sent to the portrait room of Teacher Zhang. Computer to discuss Xiaoming's paintings.
The dynasty maximized the three balloons and the black stripe painted by Xiaoming in the air, and the three of them were silent in front of the strangely shaped picture.
"Is this what the suspect released?"
"I'm afraid so?"
"I'm leaning, what the is this blackness tied under the balloon."
Lin Chen pursed her lips and said lightly, "If you didn't guess wrong, it should be ..."
"Murder weapon," said Xun Conglian at the end.
After hearing Conglian's answer, Lin Chen was also lost in thought. The police found no murder weapon at the scene including the surrounding area. They speculated that the murderer who assassinated Stankang might be a veteran and chose the weapon very smart Leaving the scene or choosing a better method of treatment, but they never thought that the other party actually tied the weapon under three balloons and sent it into the air.
"He is neurotic, let go of the weapon, if it is seen, and it will be easily seen!" Said the dynasty incomprehensibly.
"For criminals, the longer the weapon is placed on the body, the easier it is to make mistakes. For example, it is a compulsory course for every criminal to deal with the weapon quickly." Xinglian Lian said.
The dynasty seemed to think of it, and suddenly asked: "Does the suspect let the weapon kill himself? Does it indicate that there are clues related to him on the weapon, such as fingerprints, so he must deal with it immediately?"
"It's quite possible."
"But why is he letting go? Can't he throw it in the lake?"
Lin Chen did not answer.
Xun Lian continued: "Is he a fool when we are a policeman? If we throw it in the lake, it will be easy to find."
"But even if it's released, it's easy to find." Wang Chao said easily with a look on his face.