Chapter 21:

The arrival of the lawyer caught Zhuang Zhen by surprise, but the law stipulated that he had to let go.
Opening the door of the interrogation room, he said in a deep voice: "Van Galo, you can go."
"Thank you Officer Zhuang." Fangalore bowed slightly, with a very gentle and polite attitude. When he passed Zhuang Zhen's shoulders, the other person suddenly grasped his slender wrist and said sternly: "No matter how good your mouth is, but you and I know that you don't have this case. Try your best to stop. As long as you want, you have thousands of ways to make us believe your alarm. Right? "
Fangallo raised his eyebrows slightly, not answering questions: "Sergeant Zhuang, how do you understand the word justice?"
Zhuang Zhen thought consciously, but before he answered, Van Gogh had given an answer that was close to his heart: "For you, justice is the law."
That's right, law is synonymous with justice, which is undoubtedly Zhuang Zhen's most real idea.
Van Gogh, however, moved closer to his pinna and said slowly: "For me, justice is good and good, evil and bad. Everyone is responsible for what they have done, even if those laws do not Are you right when it comes to the crimes you have? "He smiled with his lips closed, his eyes dark and foggy, as if unpredictable.
Zhuang Zhen took a big step back, desperately rubbing his ears and goose bumps, but he could hardly hold back. He said coldly, "Let's go", and then fled.
Fangallo followed the lawyer out of the interrogation room and into the hall outside.
A long man is standing at the door and waiting. He stood sideways, with his left face facing the orange sunset, and his right face hidden in the hazy light and shadow, holding a cigarette in his hand but he had never lit it. Although it was a waiting gesture, it was elegant and solemn. His brow furrowed and he seemed to be in a good mood, but this sad look was completely without prejudice to his beauty.
Because of his existence, the narrow and simple doorway was set off like a palace. He was the sweetheart Zhao Wenyan, the former Van Gogh who couldn't ask for anything but love and love, hated and dared not hate, the CEO of Xinghui Entertainment Company, and also the man in charge of the lifeline of the entire entertainment circle.
It stands to reason that he is unafraid of Van Gogh, and where would he toss about his business.
In fact, it was Zhao Wenyan who found out that Bengali was on bail, and the branch director was shocked.
But Van Gogh was not surprised at all, but nodded slightly to Zhao Wenyan, beckoning, and then walked to the reception desk to retrieve his gift box in the locker.
"Last time I received your care, I am really grateful. A small gift, please be sure to accept it." Van Gogh turned around and presented the gift box with both hands.
Liao Fang, who was blocked by him, first glared in amazement, and then quickly waved his hand: "No, no, please take it back, there are rules in our bureau, you cannot receive your gift! Our relationship is between the police and the suspect. People, it ’s inappropriate to give gifts to each other, really! "
Fangaluo smirked with a chuckle: "You're so worried, it's just an umbrella, and I'll pay you back. The umbrella was covered with egg liquid last time, even if it's cleaned, how can I be so sorry to take it again Come over and give it back to you? You deserve better. "
When Van Gogh is angry, he can kill him, but when he is flattering, he can hold him up. His face was gentle and gentle, and when he smiled, it was even more like Ruo Yunxia, ​​so that Liao Fang could not resist it. Unconsciously, she reached out and took the gift box. When she recovered, the man had already taken Zhao Wenyan and the lawyer away, and the slender figure was gradually engulfed by the afterglow of the setting sun.
The members of the ad hoc group have already watched the interrogation videos. They are very curious about the gods like Van Gogh, but they are also hindered by the police uniforms on their bodies, so it is not easy to watch them in person. When Van Gogh was gone, these talents crowded to the window to peek at his back, his eyes full of inquiry, suspicion, and even awe.
Zhuang Zhen snapped a thick stack of information on the table and screamed: "Look, look, is everything okay in your hands? If this case can't be broken, our first team must remember it too much!"
Thinking of the clueless serial killing case, the team members immediately licked up, so it was not good to watch Van Gogh.
Liao Fang took the opportunity to open the gift box and found that it was indeed a pure white umbrella. Although the brand was a big one, the price was not expensive, and he was relieved. Several policewomen gathered around and whispered, "Fang Fang, show me what Fangallo sent."
"Yeah, it's really an umbrella. A few tens of dollars is not expensive."
"He's quite decent."
"Fang Fang, you participated in the interrogation. Can you tell me, is Van Gaal really a psychic? He has such a god?"
Liao Fang was about to nod. A policewoman had taken the umbrella and opened it against the sunset, laughing at: "What kind of is God, but it is just a psychological profile. Anyone who has studied psychology will be a psychic. , Can you send us an umbrella like Fangfang? "
Another policewoman immediately echoed: "Yes! Fang Fang's umbrella is not of this style. If he is really a psychic, how can he not understand Fang Fang's mind?"
However, as soon as their voices fell, they exclaimed in unison, and their disapproved expression was replaced by unbelievable. I saw that the pure white umbrella was slowly turned into pure black by the sunlight, and silver stars shone on the umbrella surface, forming a pattern of Leo.
At this moment, the two of them recalled Liao Fang's words coincidentally-I want to buy an umbrella with a starry sky pattern, preferably Leo, my constellation, black background, silver star, flashing little by little in the sun.
And there is nothing in this umbrella that does not meet Liao Fang ’s expectations, even more beautiful and refined, as if someone heard Liao Fang ’s words, and then cast a spell to summon the umbrella she described with the power of words and spirits Come in reality.
If before the interrogation, several policewomen would think it was just a wonderful coincidence, but after the interrogation, they could not help but have more associations. The so-called "mind reading" can really cross the barrier of space and time, can you predict what Liao Fang said without having to fight in the face?
Van Gogh really has such a god? This question does not seem to require anyone to answer.
The policewoman holding the umbrella was shaking with both hands, while the rest of the policewomen were all sullen and confused.
"Ah! This umbrella, what about this umbrella?" Liao Fang froze for a long time before running over to grab the umbrella. Zhiwuwu couldn't say a complete word. She was so surprised.
Of course, now that they are all in the bureau, it is not easy to make this matter known to everyone, otherwise the Secretary will accuse them of promoting superstition. But their impression of Van Gogh has completely changed. He is not a liar at all, but an unpredictable god-man.
"Fangfang, put away the umbrella." A policewoman handed the gift box to Liao Fang.
Liao Fang hurriedly closed his umbrella, and the positive force calmed down the excitement. However, Liu Tao ran into the office holding the thermos and yelled: "Captain, the test report came out, and there are no suspicious elements in the water. It ’s just plain boiled water. You said it ’s going to happen? What ’s going to happen to you ?! Without adding anything, why did the water get bitter? Forensics must always give us an explanation? "
The technicians from the forensics department who came with Liu Tao said angrily: "I have emphasized how many times, if the water quality is not wrong, then you have a psychological problem, or your body has lesions or abnormal taste buds. You have time Let's go to the hospital to check the liver and gallbladder function. "
"Then I have told you how many times, our body is okay. We only had a collective examination last week. Why didn't the doctor say that there is a problem? And there are more than one person who feel bitter, they are all! Or You try it too, and you talk about it after you have tasted it! "Liu Tao grabbed the technician's collar and couldn't help but give him a sip of water.
The technician was initially annoyed by Liu Tao's huddle, and his tongue suddenly changed color when he tasted the bitter bitter taste. He is very sure that his mental and physical conditions are fine, that is to say, the water is really bitter! But the test report shows that there is no problem with the water quality, it should be tasteless!
"How do you explain this! Tell me about it!" Liu Tao asked recklessly.
The rest of the policemen also stared at the technician with staring eyes, hoping that he could give everyone a reasonable explanation.
The technician thought hard for a while and then laughed awkwardly: "This, this science really can't explain it! Or if you give me a little more water, I'll take it and test it several times. I still have something upstairs, go One step, see you all back! "
The technician slipped under the grease, but Liu Tao was still holding the glass of water, muttering in his mouth. His worldview has been hit by an unprecedented impact today.
There was something in Zhuangzhen's heart, so he was too lazy to take care of Liu Tao and took the information to the computer room. Song Rui was sitting in front of the computer watching the interrogation video repeatedly. Xiao Li kept fast forwarding or replaying according to his requirements, and also intercepted some frames to check frame by frame.
"Did you find anything?" Zhuang Zhen asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." Song Rui took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.
"Oh? Come and listen." Zhuang Zhen immediately looked at the computer screen, his expression very focused.
"Van Gallo is not simple." Song Rui pointed to one of the videos and said: "This was recorded when he said he was a psychic. You listen to him carefully."
Zhuang Zhen really listened carefully. Van Gogh narrowed his eyes on the screen and said slowly: "... and I have eight senses, and besides the six senses, there is one more Matana and Alaya consciousness than you ... … "
Song Rui pressed the pause button, staring straight at Zhuang Zhen, and asked, "Do you know what is Matana, and what is Alaya?"
"I don't know, is there a problem?" Zhuang Zhen didn't think that these gangsters had anything to do with the case.
"Through this passage, I already know what kind of person Van Gogh is, and also the motive of his release of the death sketch and death notice." Song Rui turned to see the Brahma Galo, his eyes became extremely complicated.
Xiao Li raised his ears, his eyes thirsty. He was too curious about Van Gaalo and wanted to understand his inner world.