Chapter 110: fairy tale

Chapter 110
"What happened to the rose?"
The young man across the deck suddenly looked up and asked.
It is probably that there have been too many cases recently, and the dynasty's reasoning ability is increasing day by day. Or, in other words, when you encounter too many things, the simple mind will gradually become sharper.
Lin Chen felt that the matcha ice cream in his mouth was slightly bitter. He thought that Xun Conglian must also think so.
"Xiao Wang Xiansen, you seem to have a lot of questions lately?" Xing Conglian said.
"Wait ... a rose, a warbler?"
As if finally realizing the joints, the dynasty snatched the computer after typing out these two keywords, and only typed a word.
Although the notebook was facing away from them, Lin Chen still guessed from the boy's stiff face. He probably had discovered the thing they wanted to hide from him.
"Why are you hiding me!"
The teenager turned the laptop over, and pictures of various sizes appeared on the screen.
Birds are on every picture.
The birds have taupe feathers and a taupe-like beak. They either soar in the sky or sing gently on the branches, and one of them is stabbed to death in the stem of a rose.
There was even a British writer who had written a very sad and beautiful fairy tale for the bird stabbed by a rose.
Lin Chen shifted his gaze to the search bar and looked at the results the teenager found himself. He couldn't help feeling that if he continued like this, the dynasty would probably be on his own soon.
There are only two words on the search bar, which is the name of a bird called the nightingale.
Nightingale is not a beautiful bird in general, but it has a very wide range. Unlike other birds, nightingale is a rare bird that sings at night. Therefore, this is what nightingale is called nightingale. the reason.
In fact, if it was just a dead nightingale, Lin Chen would not feel the biting cold.
The reason why he can feel the chill is entirely because of the very famous fairy tale written by British writer Wilde.
He hasn't seen that story for a long time. Specifically, he only saw the fairy tale only very often, but to this day, he still can clearly remember every detail in that fairy tale.
The story begins with a young student who wants to invite a favorite girl to dance.
The girl's request was very simple. She said that if he picked a red rose for her, she agreed to dance with him at the prince's dinner until dawn.
But in the middle of winter, where can young students find a red rose?
The young students were crying in the garden. Like most of Wilde's fairy tales, the little nightingale heard the object of his nightly singing crying in the garden.
Watching his original beautiful face become sad, Little Nightingale thought, your love is so affectionate, and you just want a rose, I can always find a red rose for you.
Then, it met white roses with white foam like Haitao, and yellow roses with yellow like mermaid blond hair, but they were not the red roses he wanted.
Eventually, the little nightingale came to a withered red rose.
But the rhizome of that red rose has been interrupted by the storm and its blood has been damaged by the cold winter. The red rose said that it can't bloom this year, and the only way to let it bloom is very scary.
Lin Chen recalled the scene when Xun Conglian opened the bunch of roses again.
The sharp rhizome of the rose pierced the nightingale's body, and that was the only way to let the red rose bloom in the story.
Wilde is still that cruel and gentle Wilde.
The red rose in the story tells the little nightingale that only its singing in the night can make the rose born, and unless it is dyed with blood, the rose will turn red.
Life is precious, but the nightingale thinks, how can its small heart compare with the human heart?
Therefore, it agreed to the request of the rose. When the moonlight fell, it flew to the rose tree and pressed the chest toward the spikes. It opened its lips and began to sing all night. His blood continued to flow, and eventually, the pain went deep into his bone marrow, and the rose thorns finally penetrated into his atrium.
The little nightingale exchanged his life for a red rose with his loved one.
But this is not the end of the story.
After all, the love of young students has not yet been explained.
Lin Chen recalled that at the end of the story, the unsuspecting young student took off the roses and sent them to the girl he loved.
But the girl said, Where is your rose worth the many treasures I receive today.
The young student was so angry that he threw the red rose to the ground, and the wheel of a carriage just passed over the rose.
This is the end of the story.
Lin Chen thought, this is really a beautiful story.
He rubbed his brows again and looked up.
I saw the eyes of the dynasty moist, the teenager's eyes widened, staring at the person opposite.
Perhaps it was when the dynasty was very young that he had sat on his mother's lap and heard the story; or maybe some rainy night after Xun Lianlian adopted him, someone sat at his bedside and recited the fairy tale for him .
But fairy tales are still fairy tales. Whoever intends to turn them into reality is an incurable psychopath.
"It's not about hiding you." Xun Conglian pushed open the ice cream bowl and smoked a cigarette out of light. "I just think it's annoying if you know, and I don't know how much time I know before you!"
"Boss, do you think this is protecting me?" The young man noticed the point.
Like being poked in the heart, Xun Cong shot the table in succession and became angry: "How are you doing so much?"
"If you want to solve the case together, how can you hide something from me!" The dynasty shouted.
"You didn't give me any money, why should I tell you?" Xun Conglian said coldly.
"Why do you treat me as a child!"
"Well, Xiao Wang Xiansen, do you feel my elder-like love?"
The two had a growing quarrel. Lin Chen scooped spoonful of matcha flavor ice cream, watching the content on the webpage without interrupting them.
Eventually, the quarrel beside him stopped.
Lin Chen looked up and found that the two were looking at him together with the same depressed eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked absently, and then turned his gaze back to the laptop screen.
"Achen, why do you persuade us?" The dynasty could not help asking.
"No, I like to hear you quarrel, you continue."
With this encouragement, no one has the desire to continue to argue.
The voice of Xing Conglian sounded in his ear: "Advisor Lin ..."
The consultant Lin sounded more like a sigh. Lin Chen felt a bit itchy.
"Huh?" He responded.
"Is there anything new?" Xun Conglian asked.
Lin Chen replied: "All fairy tales are especially symbolic. Since she deliberately left nightingales and roses to us, of course it has the meaning she wants to express."
Xing Conglian thought for a while and said, "If the nightingale symbolizes that flowing warbler, then the person who runs to the stage and cuts throat for Li Jingtian will never be the flowing warbler. What does she want to express? After being hurt, she used a dead nightingale to show his unyielding will. She wants to commit suicide, and she must take revenge on Li Jingtian? "
The dynasty shouted: "It's a pervert, it's a pervert, boss, my goosebumps are about to get up!"
As the dynasty said, the idea of ​​Xing Conglian was perverted, but not perverted enough.
At least it does not fit the psychology of a pervert who can stab a nightingale alive.
Lin Chen shook her head.
Xing Conglian was not at the scene because the camera was blocked, and he didn't see the the stage holding the green rose.
But he was there, and he saw the scene happening with his own eyes.
Under the circumstances at the time, Li Jingtian had no resistance. She tenderly handed out the flowers and hugged him. She could kill him, but did not do so.
Could the girl who gave the flowers be the flowing warbler?
Lin Chen can't judge, but the only thing he can judge is that all the series of actions of the girl from going to power to leaving did not conform to the body language of the victim's contact with the rapist.
He put down the silver spoon and started refreshing the Weibo keyword search page constantly.
Finally, he saw an inference he wanted to see.