Chapter 17:

The two young police officers who were in the listening room with Liu Tao also had some doubts about life. A mirror can explain a person's age, gender, personality, and even the situation at home, and predict the upcoming Liu mother's phone, even the content is very accurate, is this true?
Even if they saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, it was difficult for the two police officers to believe everything Van Gogh did, because they believed that their outlook on life and world would face collapse.
The two looked at each other, then whispered, "Is it a coincidence?"
"It must be a coincidence!"
"There are too many coincidences in the world, and this must also be." The two quickly learned enough faith from the atheist from each other.
Liu Tao clenched his mobile phone, and his feelings lasted for a long time. He is a witness of this magical event, so anyone can say that this is a coincidence, but he can't speak. Only the person photographed by Van Gogh ’s fingertips can deeply and clearly understand the feeling of the soul being penetrated by him. Every pore in Liu Tao is infiltrated and infiltrated by Fangaro's thoughts, and his thoughts are fused into these thoughts, and he can't help but rush from the body and be captured by the other party.
In fact, if Liu Tao was not determined to be more determined than the average person, he was almost clinging to the mirror surface under the traction of these pale and slender fingertips.
No, this is not a coincidence. Liu Tao said silently in his heart.
Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui sitting in the interrogation room couldn't see the scene at the end of the mirror at all, so they didn't know if Fangallo was right. So far, they still think that Van Gogh is in Huhu, so the expression is more indifferent than the other, and if you look closely, you can still see a hint of sarcasm from their eyes. Luo Hong was half-trusted, but the belief of the atheist was crumbling.
Fangallo continued to move his fingertips aside, his eyes closed half-closed: "This person is very interesting, young but inactive, and very quiet. Huh?" He suddenly turned his head slightly and chuckled slightly. Two voices: "0, 1, 0, 1, why? Do these two numbers have any special meaning to you? I see them completely occupying your mind."
Zhuang Zhen leaned back on the chair, his hands around his chest, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of cold ridicule. Said that he is a stick, this person really acted, it is worthy of mixed entertainment!
Song Rui also thought it was very boring, and took off the gold wire glasses and wiped it slowly, but actually conceived the next interrogation plan in his mind. In any case, as long as Fangallo has the desire to perform, then he has to let him perform, maybe they can catch some flaws in the process.
Luo Hong's eyes stared at Van Gogh, and then looked at the mysterious perspective mirror, which was completely bluffed.
The young police officer, who was pointed at the tip of his nose by the middle of Fangallo, was dumbfounded, and then looked left and right, vehemently denied: "I'm not thinking of 0 and 1 in my mind! He talked nonsense!"
"I knew he was a scammer! Everyone came to the police station, and the courage is bigger than the sky! Now that we are hearing the case, what else can you think of besides the case? 0 and 1? It was made out of him!" His companion sneered with a grin.
However, the next second, both of them were stunned by the words of Fangallo.
"Well, I see." Vanguard's fingertips still pointed to the young police officer's nose, but his eyes closed completely. He felt a moment quietly and said gently: "It turns out that this is not just two numbers, but a big net. In this net, you seem to feel very safe and comfortable when you swim around. You imprison yourself, but nobody I know that you are actually more free than most people in the world. You are very satisfied with your current life and reject all changes. But in this case, you should tell your family that they are right, they are worried about you. "
0 and 1? Big net? Is it safe and comfortable to stay in the net?
The young policeman pointed at the tip of his nose jumped up like a dip, because he was a network technician in the Criminal Police Brigade, engaged in all network information search work, and was very proficient in hacking technology. In life, he was also an otaku I do n’t like to do anything except surfing the Internet. Due to his professional restrictions, he didn't need to go to the police. When he came to the office, he played with the computer. When he returned home, he continued to play with the computer. He never went out without anything particularly important.
He felt that he had a very good life, but his family was very dissatisfied with his life. He introduced him to the blind date in three days and hoped that a love or marriage would make him live a little more normally. He extremely repudiated his family's practice, and had no intention of getting married and having children. This was about the only trouble in his perfect life.
He thought that Van Goghro's words were all nonsense, but as a result, he realized that every word of the other party contained deep meaning, and indeed there was no arrogance. In just a few sentences, Van Gogh completely described his past, present, and future. What a miraculous ability is this?
The young technician looked across the mirror in horror.
His companion was still stubborn, so he said in a low voice: "Will he know you long ago? Who do you know about your broken things?"
The technician shook his head stiffly and fell into silence like Liu Tao.
In the interrogation room, the expressions of Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui have changed slightly, because they all know that Xiao Li, the only network technician of the Interpol team, is next door. This person is a highly skilled hacker as described by Van Galo. , Dead house, celibate, and because of this there is no conflict with the family.
Luo Hong also knew that Xiao Li was on the opposite side, the hand holding his jaw slipped, and he almost fell. Even this can be said, the Fangalo!
No one has found that the atmosphere in the interrogation room has become more and more solid and heavy, and all the focus, pressure, and magnetic fields are radiated around the center of Van Gogh. He still closed his eyes, his pale face illuminated by an incandescent lamp as if it was transparent, and a mysterious solemnity became more and more apparent.
He continued to move aside with a light pink slender fingertip, pointing to the young police officer who was still stubborn in the corner of the corner. His lips were slightly open, but he was speechless for a long time.
The young police officer stared back, and the emotions of surprise, disdain, and contempt circulated in his pupils. He thought he had seen Van Gaal's tricks. The things that the other party said just now can be known only after a little inquiries in the game. As for why he can pinpoint the position of all the people in the game, it is about guessing. In short, he is pretending to be a ghost!
When the young police officer tried to concentrate on his thoughts and intended to resist this sense of being read, Van Gogh spoke in a low voice.
He shook his head, and his voice was full of sorrow: "I saw tears, many and many tears, tears from different people, in the drizzle, in front of the tomb, a huge bouquet of lilies was buried with a young life You seem to be very young, five or six years old? But you have understood everything, you threw the yellow rose in your hand, that is her favorite, because of the extreme sadness, you stumbled and almost fell into the tomb . Fortunately, you stabilized, but you still knelt down and cried with screams. From that moment, the anger has been burning in your heart, and will not go out to death ... "
"Well, what's this talking about?" Technician Xiao Li's scalp was numb.
Van Goghro's voice was ethereal, clear, and gentle, and he couldn't help being attracted. It was even more terrifying that he could fully integrate the emotions in the context into every word he said. The words were like sharp spikes, and they suddenly touched the eardrums and heart of the listener, causing an unspeakable pain.
Yang Shengfei, who pointed at the tip of his nose, condensed a face, but his eyes were unconsciously red, and the whole portrait was pulled back to the most painful and angry moment, even the soul was trembling. He wanted to thrash the see-through mirror to stop Van Gogh from going further, but his body was fixed in place by his fingertips.
Fangallo sighed softly, silently.
Yang Shengfei was hit by Xiao Li on the shoulder, and he asked again what those words meant, so he was trembling like a dream. He wiped away the tears all over his face, pulled open the door of the listening room and slammed it again, leaving quickly.
The huge knocking sound almost deafened the ears of Liu Tao and Xiao Li, even Zhuang Zhen and others next door heard it. They can judge based on Yang Shengfei's response alone—Van Galo said it again.
Xiao Li kept patting his beating heart and asked cautiously: "Vice team, what do you mean by those words that Van Gollo said? A Fei died in his family? But his grandparents and dad were all naturally ill. Yes, it ’s not necessary to be so angry? "
"I don't know. People always have secrets. Don't ask." Liu Tao looked at Van Gogh at the end of the perspective mirror, and there was an awe in his heart. Yes, people always have secrets, and those who can break their secrets at a glance are probably the most terrible existence in the world. This Van Gogh may be a psychic, a monster!
"I heard a noise next door just now. I'll check on the situation." Luo Hong was still young, and his mind was not very stable. He dropped the pen and ran out to verify. He would like to know whether Van Gogh just said those words or not, especially about Yang Shengfei.
Soon, Liao Fang walked in and replaced the position of the reporter. She glanced at Van Gogh tremblingly, and apparently also heard some rumors.
Fangalor withdrew his left hand and turned to look at Zhuang Zhen who was sitting opposite him. He slowly said: "Thirty-six scars exchanged for 21 merits. You are a hero. Your heart is always faced with The threat of shattered shrapnel, this is why you retired? But I can tell you the truth, it is not this shrapnel that really threatens your life, but yourself. It ’s my advice to you if it ’s too easy to break. "
Injury records, meritorious records, and reasons for retiring were not even known to the branch director. In order not to be treated differently, Zhuang Zhen asked the troops to encrypt these materials, but at the moment, Fangallo said it one by one.
Zhuang Zhen never doubted that the troops would betray the veterans' information, so his face became more condensed. This person's background is probably more complicated than what they investigated.
Liao Fang stared at the captain with his eyes wide open, especially his heart, and apparently believed these words.
Fangallo looked at Song Rui who always listened carefully, and smiled more slowly: "Dr. Song, you are the most interesting person here."
"Oh? I would like to hear the details." Song Rui nodded politely, but really didn't care. But it ’s just mind reading. Some people who are proficient in psychology know a little bit. Fangallo can bluff others, but not him.
Van Gogh extended his right hand, his palm hanging in front of Song Rui's face, as if ingesting his emotions and energy. An invisible magnetic field enveloped Song Rui, stiffening his entire body, and his previous unconsciousness was suddenly replaced by a strong sense of threat.
At the same time, Van Gogh spoke slowly: "I saw a black hole in your heart. No, more precisely, it was an abyss."
Song Rui's smile on her lips disappeared in this sentence.