Chapter 81: Chapter81

Bu Wei was like a white algae swaying at the bottom of the river. For a long while, she finally stepped into the ward, closed the door with her backhand, walked to the bed, and sat down straight.
This angle made her and Jiang Zing stare at each other, facing each other as if a curse had been lifted silently and finally broke away from the bottom-to-side angle.
She asked, "What do you want me to answer?"
"Although it happened the night before, I think the police haven't had time to tell you." Jiang paused and said, "Wang Xingye is dead."
Bu Wei's face was blank, as if she hadn't had time to fill in any emotions on the whiteboard, and after a few seconds, she slowly came up with surprise, surprise and a little fear: "... what ... what?"
"Falling downstairs from a residential area in Gongzhou, the body was found the next morning, and the police have initially determined that he committed suicide by fear."
Jiang Zeng's upper body leaned deeply into the back of the armchair, his posture was natural and calm, and the girl was stiff to a somewhat deliberately upright posture. After a long time, Buwei seemed to barely digest the bad news, which was not sadness, and shivered hoarsely: "... too suddenly, I didn't expect ..."
"Really?"
Bu Wei's voice paused, looking at Jiang Zhe, who repeated in her sight again: "I really didn't expect it?"
"... I don't understand what you mean."
"I thought you had expected that Wang Xingye would die. When you said the sentence" captured by my uncle "in front of Yan? L, Jiang Zhi slowly said," or earlier, when you listen To Yan? L they privately discussed that Shen Xiaoqi's chance of waking up is very high, so they decided to take the lead and throw Wang Xingye to divert their eyes ... "
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Bu Wei interrupted Jiang Zhan with a sharp voice: "It was the kidnappers who forced me to push Shen Xiaoqi down. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing wrong."
"..."
"But the only Wang Xingye who can prove this is dead." A smile appeared in the eyes of Jiang Ding, although there was no friendliness and kindness in that smile at all: "That is to say, no one can prove that you are being coerced to kill. , Or actively cooperate, or cooperate with the perpetrators, and even ... from the beginning, actively asked to kill Shen Xiaoqi. "
Bu Wei's expression was a bit weird. The two opposite expressions, such as fierce staring and weak innocent, penetrated and mixed in and out, so that when she spoke, her voice was a bit distorted: "Uncle Policeman, I'm just a poor student. Where can I offend? You?"
"Don't think about it, the normal logic of the criminal investigation perspective is speculative." Jiang Zhan's performance was much more dull: "Yes, maybe they forgot to tell you that you are not the first victim. We found it in a hiding place in Wang Xingye. A note, exactly a file, records the first two girls Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin. Have you heard of these two names? "
Bu Wei shook her head vigilantly: "... I don't know."
"I don't think you know it. Teng Wenyan was discovered in Lingzhou five years ago by Wang Xingye. In mid-July two years ago, she was kidnapped and killed with another boy named Li Rui; Li Yuxin was Wang Xingye. Found in Jiangyang County four years ago, in mid-July last year, she was abducted with another student named He Liang, and then He Liang was killed. Li Yuxin got severe post-traumatic stress disorder. It is quite regular to say it. It follows that you all encountered this kind of thing after three years of adoption. It feels like three years is like a freshness that has worn out the shelf life. Once the shelf life is over, it is worthless. "
It seemed very interesting to talk about Jiang Zhan, looking at Bu Wei with a smile.
But Bu Wei's face became very ugly when she learned that there were two other girls. With the last few words of Jiang Zhan, she even became faintly blue.
"Oh, yes. Teng Wenyan is a shampoo girl in Lingzhou, and Li Yuxin was a county girl who was" entertaining "with her drug mother." Jiang Zhan's smile became more profound: "So you see, nothing is good Sad, at least you are not so ... how to say, unique. "
At the same time, galloping inside the Phaeton.
"After the expiration date, it's worthless ... at least you're not so unique."
Car Bluetooth played the sound of Jiang Zhan synchronously, Han Xiaomei frowned doubtfully, and looked closely at it? I glanced a few times, or could not help but ask: "Strict, strict team?"
Yan? L turned on the light and turned, turning his gaze to the front of the car, nodding his head to signal her.
"Well ... why did consultant Lu say that Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin were both adopted for three years? Didn't you write that in the notebook that Wang Xingye found?"
Yan? L said: "The other party's psychological line of defense is broken."
"what?"
"Bu Wei's unpreparedness comes from a certain strength in her heart. Although we don't know what the source is, it must have something to do with her. You consultant Lu deliberately distorted the description of the first two victims, To comprehensively blur and unify the uniqueness of Bu Wei is a method of drawing a salary at the bottom of her mental defense. "
Han Xiaomei, who seems to understand, forcibly remembers these words in his head, pondering over and over again.
Indeed, Bu Wei has a kind of dexterity, softness, and pitifulness that does not match her age. This unique temperament is rare in many experienced adult women.
But these uniqueness suddenly became extremely fragile and difficult to maintain when she faced Jiangzhan. It seemed that the inexhaustible weapon had met the nemesis in nature.
"Uncle Wang is basically outside, I don't know what he is doing." Bu Wei looked down, staring at the thin white hand resting on her thigh: "I don't know what you want to say, uncle police, is to Get me? Can I get a lawyer? "
"No one wants to catch you, I just said that I was looking for your cooperation to answer the question." Jiang Zhan was still in that comfortable sitting position, pressing the picture book on his thigh with his left hand, and inserting his right hand in his trouser pocket. Then suddenly the words turned: "You know Why did the host design three abductions for three consecutive years? "
Bu Wei's voice was soft and light: "I have told Uncle Yan police officer. I thought Uncle Wang just wanted money."
"If you want money, don't raise you for three years, let alone he can't afford you."
Bu Wei did not squeak.
The sun shines through the glass window behind her into the ward. Even against the light, her hair is soft and oily like satin, and her skin is shiny and white. She just appears to be wearing a nightdress and her whole body is transparent. Invisible refinement, elegance and fragrance.
No matter how young a woman is or how superior her natural capital is, this kind of artistic fragrance cannot be completely derived from innateness. The acquired money must be spent on details invisible to the human eye.
"Wang Xingye is just a client," Jiang Zhandandan said, "There is a behind-the-scenes ambassador behind him, a person who really enjoys writing scripts and performing plots, and only the kidnapping case can satisfy his inner heart; you are his actor , But not the only one. "
Buwei sat upright by the bed, her spine as if supported by a stick: "... I don't know who you are talking about behind the scene."
Perhaps the air was too stagnant, or she might be stimulated by the stalemate in the stalemate. After a few seconds, Bu Wei finally couldn't help but raised her head again provocatively:
"But even if the kidnapping is just a show, is there really a so-called 'only' actor?"
"Of course I have." Jiang Zhan's attitude was still very bland, as if he didn't feel the small acupuncture in the girl's voice at all: "But everything has come to this point, you still need to pretend to know nothing, Xiao girl?"
"..."
Jiang Zhan dropped the album entitled "Starry Art" on the bedside table with one hand. "You usually study astronomy very hard."
That album was Bu Wei's, and as the corner of the book collided with the bedside table, a "beep!" Sounded, and the girl's heart suddenly fell sharply into the abyss.
"I'm different. I hate horoscopes and constellations as unrealistic and unreasonable. If anyone dares to show me these mysterious knowledge, they will basically only be ignored or even ignored." Jiang Zang smiled, "Look, this is the difference between me and you."
Downstairs in a residential area, Phaeton stopped abruptly, Yan Lian stepped out of the car wearing a headset, and suddenly stopped.
Han Xiaomei and Ma Xiang stopped behind him when they saw this, and their anxious eyes focused on Yan? L. When he saw that he was monitoring the headset synchronously, he murmured suspiciously:
"... Astrology?"
The ward was filled with suffocating disinfection water, the ceilings and walls were pale, reflecting a large area of ​​light without temperature.
If Bu Wei's expression just didn't look good just now, it's enough to call it cold and gloomy. I don't know how long before she was suddenly given life like a rusty machine, twisting her neck with a click, staring at Jiang Zhe sensibly.
"..."
"So what do you want to do now, Lu, Gu, ask?"
Jiang Zhan's right hand, which had been inserted into his trouser pocket from the beginning, was finally taken out, and he even held a miniature synchronous monitor between his fingers. He randomly found a pen, and swiped with the tip of the pen, and opened the cover behind the monitor. Then he removed the battery and swayed in front of Bu Wei.
A few kilometers away, the sound in the headset suddenly disappeared, and he held it tightly, and then a new message came from the mobile phone.
The message came from Jiangzhan: [No battery. 】
"..." Yan? L was suspicious, and hesitated for two seconds before entering: "I'll have someone rush to the hospital right away?" 】
The dialog box shows Entering, disappears after a while, and then Entering again.
But the reply from Jiang Zing that followed was only one word:
【it is good. 】
"It's about half an hour before the police arrived." Jiang stopped putting up his cell phone in the ward and put back his trousers. "Want to talk, little girl?"
Buwei, always warm and tender, suddenly sternly said, "Don't you know my name?"
"I know."
"Why then always call me a little girl?"
Jiang Zuanbei looked at her with an interesting look: "Because the name is a code for a person as an independent individual, it has a special meaning, hope, and uniqueness, and you are obviously just a mass-produced thread puppet. You are not the first One, not the last one. There will be no regrets in this world because of your departure. For me, there is only a shadow. So what's your name and what does it have to do with me? "
Bu Wei's hand resting on her thigh suddenly clenched, and the back of her hand burst into bruises!
"Let's guess." Jiang Zhan didn't seem to see her eyes flashing with cold flames, and said lazily: "You met that person three years ago, didn't you?"
Bu Wei raised her head slightly, with a look of "I want to see how much you know".
"You took drugs from your young parents, so your family is surrounded by embarrassment, and you may often be beaten for various small things. When your parents died at the age of eleven, the unhappy childhood was even worse. You may be sent in No matter what kind of experience is enough to allow a child to taste the warmth and warmth of the world prematurely in a welfare home or under a fence, you thought that this desperate and unfair life would continue into adulthood, but did not expect to soon have a dream Unexpected turnaround When you were thirteen years old, you met an adult man who was very rich, polite, and maybe a little so-called gentlemanly, and let you live the life of a little princess in a fairy tale. "
"Naturally, when you were in love, you fell in love with him."
Jiang Zhan is personable, and spreads his palms on the armrests on both sides.
Bu Weibei's teeth clenched her lower lip, her fingers twisted convulsively.
"Extraordinary beauty, excessive precociousness, various family shadows from childhood, and blind worship of negative things like cruel and violent criminal power, these factors have created your extremely sensitive and extreme personality. So when you find yourself just At the time of this shadow, you might not have thought that you were not the only shadow and that you were trapped in pity and self-pity, and turned into a pitiful waste. You decided to take the initiative to seize fate and fight, so you found Fan Zhengyuan. "
Jiang Zhan's upper body leaned forward slightly, staring at Bu Wei's trembling eyes: "If you are older, you may be exposed to more elite killers who are difficult to deal with. They are cold-blooded, cruel, expensive, and well-trained. But you are still too young. In your age and identity, Fan Zhengyuan is already the highest limit you can reach, even though in the eyes of our adults, he is so badly beaten that things are not unexpected. "
"... So what?" Bu Wei couldn't help leaning forward involuntarily, forcing herself to face Jiang Zhan's gaze hardly: "It's just that I'm unlucky when things are revealed. The next time I learn a lesson, I will make progress. Uncle Lu. "
Jiang Zhan didn't care about her title. "One bold act is enough to punish you. Where is the next time?"
"What punishment, I have no idea what you are talking about"
"You know, little girl." Jiang Zhe leaned back into the armchair, his expression unresolved: "Otherwise, why did Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin abduction happen in mid-July, and only you were at the end of June?"
Bu Wei is unknown, but after all, she is a girl with a keen mind and a very high IQ. Jiang Jiang's words made her instinctively feel something very bad.
"... how about the end of June?"
"The so-called ritual, or that person ’s test of your little girls, will only happen in mid-July every year. Because all this commemorates a day many years ago in mid-July, the story starts from 8.09 The moment the sun goes down. "
"Do you think that as long as you perfectly replicate every detail and every conversation that happened that year, you can pass this test and change from a poor shadow to a Lord? No, what you are going through is not a test but a punishment. It is a formal formality every year. Before the show opened, the line puppet performed a trivial rehearsal performance in the background. "
Jiang Zang's calm, hoarse voice was very nice when he made his statement, but at Wei Wei it sounded more frightening than the most vicious curse:
"……I do not believe……"
"Eighty-nine o'clock," Jiang stopped shouting, and the smile on his lips deepened: "If it is placed in mid-July in July, it is the end of the day and the beginning of the night, which means that the carefree youth is punished by dark and long punishment. Replace. But what is it at the end of June? It's dark and the person who wrote the script has left. Do you really think he cares how much effort and effort you put into passing this so-called 'test'? It ’s not for you. You are already a banished pawn. "
"I haven't been banished! Impossible!" Bu Wei stood up arrogantly, but the improvement of her physical position did not give her the upper hand. On the contrary, she seemed to be falling quickly into the cold abyss: "Don't talk nonsense, you count again What ?! You are just ... "
Jiang stopped nailing the nervous girl in one sentence:
"Then why haven't you received any instructions from that person since the police were found hospitalized?"
"..." Bu Wei's eyes widened, and his blood color faded.
"He ignored you, and you were abandoned." Jiang Zang looked at her with a smile, and seemed to have a little pity: "This is the punishment for the substitute trying to obliterate the Lord."
Worn and rusty anti-theft doors were pushed open, and a thick gray mold smelled air rushed forward.
"Be careful, we don't have a certificate." Yan? L pulled Han Xiaomei, "Ma Xiang stayed outside, if you look back, you go back to the office to get a search certificate."
This is a typical old-fashioned layout house. On the left side of the door is a kitchen full of debris. It passes through the small porch and enters the low dining room with a toilet. Then it passes through a wooden door to the hall with a steel bed. The steel bed can be used for adults to curl up and lie on their side. It can be imagined that Bu Wei sleeps as a child; the hall is connected to the adult's bedroom on the east side, old desks, wooden beds, and large wardrobes with peeling paint. Ten years ago, the background photos of the poor-quality wedding photos in the photo studio had faded, and the faces of a couple of new people were painted with watercolor pens, and the cluttered strokes clearly flashed the malice from the children.
"This place ... It should be her parents' home when Bu Wei was a kid. It seems that no one has lived for a long time." Han Xiaomei bowed her head carefully through the bedroom door, squinting her eyes to the left and right: "Strange, why is she still What about carrying the key with you? "
Yan? L's voice sounded from the outhouse: "Because she has been back recently."
"Hey?"
Han Xiaomei looked out of the house and saw Yan? L squatting in front of the video projector in the hall.
Everything in this room is grayed out, except that the projector is slightly newer and has obvious signs of being wiped. Yan? L Turn on the power, the screen flashes with fluorescence, and then the disc cartridge buzzes, and automatically ejects the discs that were not removed before the last power failure.
"What is this?" Han Xiaomei wondered.
Yan? L didn't answer, but inserted the disc into the projector and pressed the play button with his investigation gloves.
The old house had poor lighting, and the room was old and shady. Only the faint fluorescent light on the screen would make Yan's face obscure. First came the snowflakes and color bands produced by the inferior optical discs during digital quantization, and then the screen flashed, and all of a sudden, the fingers enlarged to the entire screen appeared in front of Yan and Han Xiaomei.
"Does it work?" Someone said on the screen.
"Not so good."
"Don't stop the buttons, I'm struggling ..."
The picture keeps shaking, and then the focus is zoomed out.
The background turned out to be the office of a public security bureau. A young man wearing a light blue shirt, epaulettes and tie, and cuffs rolled around his elbows, was sitting behind a spacious desk, and sharply raised his head as the camera swept over Then, he reached out and blocked half of his handsome face.
"Leave Jiang team!" Someone shouted after the screen: "The car is waiting for us downstairs!"
The young man sorted out the dossiers and got up to scratch the police uniform on the back of the chair. It may be the reason that the uniform pants are very straight. He walked and appeared to have long legs, and frowned slightly as he passed the camera; the white cheeks and dark hair suddenly appeared even thicker with the action of frowning. Eyes are clear on the screen:
"Shut down before you start shooting."
Han Xiaomei opened her mouth, speechless, and slumped on the sofa.
Yan Yan stared directly at the screen, biting his teeth tightly, as long as he opened his mouth vigorously, his heart would jump out of his throat.
This video was a law enforcement recorder of the Gongzhou detachment that year.
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