Chapter 23:

Finally found a key clue, Zhuang Zhen naturally did not dare to delay, immediately led the team to the High School Attached to the Normal University.
When people boarded the police car, they were still talking about the deeds of Van Gogh. Some people thought he was magical, some people thought he had psychological problems, and some people thought he was playing the ad hoc team completely. Detain him for a few days, let him suffer a bit, and have a long memory.
Liao Fang couldn't hear it anymore and retorted: "Don't say it, Van Gogh is not as bad as you think. I think he is a good person. He has already warned Gao Yize twice, and even painted one The purpose of this sketch of death is just to remind the other person not to go high. If Gao Yize can wake up, the following things will not happen. And there are those death notices, it is not a game at all, but a warning. See Gao The news of Yize ’s death will always touch the hearts of those who have done evil with him? Even if there were n’t, I saw the third and fourth death notices and learned of the companion ’s killing. Conscience, they will voluntarily come to the police station to surrender themselves and bear the consequences they should bear. "
"But they didn't, so they were killed. Van Gaalo had already said what he should have said, and had already done what he should do, and he had a clear conscience. I believe this practice is entirely out of his heart, not So-called arrogance and games. He leaves room for everyone, whether it is a murderer or a victim, as long as he heeds his warnings and surrenders, the tragedy will not happen. You said he did not do his best to prevent this, but you Take a look at his Weibo. During this time, are there fewer people who insulted him and cursed him? Are the rumors he bears that ordinary people can bear? The power of rumors is more terrible than the knife in the hands of the murderer. The police should be more clear. He has already withstood those things that he should not bear, what do you think of him? "
If Liao Fang didn't say these words, no one would consider Van Gogh, as if all the injustices he had suffered since these days should have been. But where in the world are there so many taken for granted? If he is really heartless, ruthless, and ruthless, he can say nothing and do nothing.
He did it, and he did it to the point of ruin and desperation. Who can say that he is not? Those people who don't know the truth are not qualified to blame him. Why are the members of the task force so embarrassed?
The unspeakable silence spread in the car.
Zhuang Zhen glanced at Liao Fang and warned: "Handle your case well, don't use emotions! Does Van Galo have anything to do with this serial murder case? Is it an accomplice? We won't know until the murderer gets the evidence. We as policemen will not injustice a good person, and will never let a criminal go! "
Liao Fang also wanted to refute a few words for Vanguard, when he saw the expression of Captain Leng Su suddenly felt very weak. Let me wait until the murderer is caught. Her sixth sense tells her that Van Gogh is innocent.
But her maintenance of Van Gogho still caused dissatisfaction with some police officers. The man hated these things that pretended to be ridiculous, and immediately mocked: "You were bought by an umbrella, Liao Fang, and your professional ethics are too low? You said that Van Gogh is worthy of this, then he Why do n’t you tell us that there is a fifth potential victim? If it ’s not Dr. Song Rui ’s brain, he quickly analyzed the results from his words and deeds, would the fifth person also be killed? Only our police, there are five lives! "
Liao Fang didn't have time to answer the call, and the man took out his mobile phone, logged in to Weibo, and asked angrily: "Look, see, how come he didn't issue a death notice this time? It took us police enough, He didn't say anything about this fifth potential victim. What does he mean? Evil has bad results, good has good fruits, does he really think he is a god? "
Liao Fang also took out his mobile phone and looked at Weibo, which Van Gogh had not updated for a long time, and fell into silence. After a while, she whispered: "I don't think he is the kind of arrogant man who makes people happy by arranging people. This time there is no death notice. Maybe he knows that the fifth person will not be in trouble. . "
"Are you really dead on Van Gogh! What's up with him? People have mesmerized you in a few words? Is he a man or a god? He can't foresee those murders. Everything is discussed with him. Ok, only you stupid pig will believe him! "The police officer was also a little annoyed and stopped talking.
"Enough! This is the task force, not the vegetable market where the mother-in-law gathers. If you want to quarrel, please get off the bus and let me quarrel. Don't participate in this case!" Zhuang Zhen couldn't help but reprimand. His prestige in the Interpol Brigade was very high, and the big guy was annoyed when he saw him, and he suddenly stopped. However, just a few minutes after the car was quiet, a young policeman exclaimed, glaring and hanging his mouth as if he had seen a ghost.
"What's the matter with you?" Zhuang Zhen pressed his inner anxiety and anger. At this time, the police rushed to save people and catch the murderer, but his team members fell off the chain one by one.
The young police officer continually slapped his head like he was troubled by something. After thinking for a long time, he finally could n’t hold back his mouth:
Captain, do n’t you let us monitor Van Gogh 24 hours? I ’ve never been on shifts When I saw what he had eaten, I wanted to ask if it was the same when others were on shift. "
Zhuang Zhen heard that it was such a trivial matter, and he couldn't help but add a few more impatience, scolding: "Does this still need to ask? He didn't eat when you were on shift because the time period was not the time period for his meal." Zhuang Zhen has never seen Van Gogh eat, but he is responsible for monitoring the other party at night, and some people do not eat a bite after 7 o'clock, so he wants to come to Van Gogh. Fangallo is an artist, and his dietary control should be extremely strict.
However, the young police officer did n’t mention it. As soon as they mentioned it, those who had watched Van Gaal felt wrong, and they all said:
No, Captain! I ’m in charge of monitoring him from 6 to 10 in the morning, and I have n’t seen him. He has eaten something. "
"I'm in charge from ten to two in the afternoon, and I haven't seen it."
"I'm in charge from 2pm to 6pm. He never went to the supermarket to buy food and never asked for takeaway. I didn't know if the house opened or fired. Maybe his family stores a lot of food."
"No, hasn't he moved once? Where does the new house store food? I remember he only brought a small bag when he checked in."
"Yes, he hasn't bought food since he moved to a new house! I've also turned over the garbage he throws out, it's all waste paper, food packaging bags and leftovers are nothing at all!"
"I depend, don't want to know, startled! How long have we been monitoring him? Almost a month? Can people not eat for a month?"
"Oh mom, I'm so scared!"
"Is he a human or a ghost? My scalp is almost exploding!"
This time not only the people who were in charge of monitoring Van Gogh were horrified, but even the police officer who had been arguing fiercely with Liao Fang had a pale face with a surprised expression. He knows that his colleagues are atheists, and it is impossible to make up such stories of gods, ghosts and ghosts for no reason. In other words, Van Gaalo is indeed strange! This is terrifying!
Zhuang Zhen saw everyone talking less and less, and immediately scolded: "Enough is enough, don't say it! It is impossible for a person not to eat for dozens of days in a row. He proved that he had eaten while he was alive, but we did not find Only. This matter has nothing to do with the case and there is no need to discuss it. Be quiet and let me squint for a while. "He pressed his temple, which was so painful, that he felt more tired than when he broke the largest drug trafficking case in Southeast Asia.
The police officers shut up quickly and dared not disturb the captain, but privately, several people looked at each other, and their eyes were full of surprise, guess and fear.
In an unspeakable and weird atmosphere, the team arrived at the middle school attached to the Normal University. After presenting the search warrant, the team members buried themselves in piles of student materials. They not only have to check the student data of the same year as Gao Yize, but also the student data of the last few years, lest any suspicious person be missed. Which of these materials is useful information, which is useless information, and which has hidden connections with Zhao Kai and Mao Xiaoming, they need to be carefully screened.
This is an extremely large project, and it is not possible to get results in a short while.

When the task force was busy, Fangallo was sitting in Zhao Wenyan's car listening to music. This is a soothing slow song. The female singer sings something in a hoarse and thick voice. The high and low exotic language is rich in a wonderful rhythm and energizes the surrounding air.
At this time the sunset had sunk, and the city was shrouded in another light that was not natural. All the hustle and bustle had not disappeared, but instead woke up from the plainness of the day. Everything is so different from the old days, so weird. Fangallo listened with his eyes closed, and his white face was dyed into a magnificent color by the neon outside the window.
Zhao Wenyan was ready to be bombarded with words by Van Gogh, but the other party had been in the car for more than ten minutes without saying a word, only to sleep with eyes closed, which was abnormal.
"Aren't you Van Gogh?" Zhao Wenyan quickly responded: "Vangaro has gone into hiding again? Are you Su Bing? Zhou Hongyu? Xie Qing?" He guessed the names of several deputy personalities, but none of them Can arouse this person's reaction.
Zhao Wenyan forbeared, and said: "You have fallen to the point where you are today, not by Gao Yize, nor by Sun Ying, you are hurting yourself. If you act low-key, you should not blame so many people, Even if you are banished from the Vatican, you can always have a bite in the entertainment circle. It is you who cut off your own way. Look at the words you posted on Weibo. Is that what people said? You are becoming more and more paranoid, narrow, and crazy. Sooner or later, you will completely destroy yourself. I know that it is useless to tell you now. When Van Gogh hides out enough, he will do what he does. "
Zhao Wenyan parked the car on the side of the road, took out a recording pen, and said carefully: "You must not lose this thing, leave a note to tell him, he must listen to the words inside." This is not the first time he has done this kind of communication.
The original boring Van Gogh finally opened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"
The man did n’t open his eyes. Although he was handsome, he was n’t very distinctive, but when he opened his eyes and looked at the mist with the mist, condensed the starlight, and carried the eyes of the abyss, Zhao Wenyan seemed to be The man cast a stabilization spell and could only look at him blankly, his mind falling into a blank.
A faint enchantment spread over, not literally enchantment, but the kind of magic that intrigues, reverses all beings, and is irresistible.