Chapter 256:

Song Rui had a lot of speculations in his heart, but he would not tell them to the investigative team until he saw Van Gogh. He has gradually realized that these people may not try their best to find the truth. The more they say, the more likely they are to cause Van Gogh trouble.
"I provide not only testimony, but also evidence." Song Rui took out his mobile phone and called up the surveillance video last night. He said: "This is the surveillance screen taken by the security system of the old house of Fanjia. You can see that At the same time that the first massacre occurred, Van Gaal was with me. "
The person in charge took his mobile phone, squinted for a few eyes, and then smirked with his face: "Dr. Song, where are you talking about the surveillance video? Why didn't I see it?"
Song Rui grabbed the phone, but saw that it was dark on the screen. Somehow, something went wrong. After restarting, the phone memory and the files in the SIM card were all lost. That is to say, the surveillance video that can be used as proof of Van Gogh's absence has been destroyed. What's more, the security system of the old house of Fan Family connected to this mobile phone has also been invaded, and the image data in it has been lost Two nets.
Song Rui quickly checked the phone, and reconnected to the security system of the Fanjia old house, trying to retrieve the video, but failed.
From when he handed over the phone to the person in charge, and then when the person in charge returned the phone, it was only five or six seconds apart. What can you do in five or six seconds? Even the world's top hacker may not be able to invade a mobile phone and a high-end security system at the same time, and delete all the information inside.
But the person in charge did it, and he did not know it. He didn't touch any of the keys on the phone, but just touched the case with his palm.
Song Rui's eyes flashed, and it became clear: "You are also a spirit."
In addition to the spirit, who can possess such a treacherous ability.
The person in charge said with a smile, "Dr. Song, what are you talking about?"
Song Rui clenched his empty cell phone and calmly said: "No, I didn't say anything."
"Since you can't produce the evidence and the testimony can't be accepted, let's go. This matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end. It is not good for you to get involved. Please." The person in charge stood up and pulled the meeting room The door made a drove action.
Song Rui sat firmly in place, with a strong tone: "I want to see Vanguard."
"This is the Police Department, but it's not the Seongnam Branch, so you can see whoever you want." The person in charge showed an impatient expression.
"Really? But I think I am entitled to see him in the absence of evidence that is very clear, and I am Van Gogharo's attorney."
"Definite absence evidence? Where did it come from?" The person in charge was teased, and the corner of the mouth that skewed upward showed a contempt of 120,000.
"I have submitted the evidence to the head. This is a special order issued by the head. Can we see Vanguard?" Minister Yan and Meng Zhong suddenly appeared at the door with a document. The one on the front page of the document represents authority The red chapter deeply hurt the eyes of the person in charge.
He didn't expect Minister Yan to stab the case to the top floor. Isn't he afraid that the top floor would think he made a big deal? Even more ridiculous is that even a small person like Van Gogh is worthy of issuing a special release order to him from the top. Why should he?
At a glance at the surprised expression on the person in charge, Song Rui thought deeply. He sorted out the hem of his suit and smoothed the folds of his sleeves. He slowly said, "I guess you don't usually like to learn?"
The person in charge looked at him inexplicably and angrily.
"If you maintain good study habits, you should know that there is now a method of storing files called cloud storage. You delete the files in my phone and delete the files in the security system, it is useless, I have commissioned The third-party server keeps the surveillance video on my behalf and has already sent it to someone who is trustworthy. "
Song Rui passed by the person in charge and tapped his temple with his fingertips. His tone was contemptuous: "A man is not strong, he mainly looks at his brain and character. In both respects, you can't do it."
The person in charge almost passed out, but Song Rui was standing next to Minister Yan and Meng Zhong, both of whom were of a higher rank than him, and they also held a special release order issued by the chief personally, so that he did not dare to shout Yell.
The chief has paid attention to this case, and as the person in charge, he will be reported by every move, every word and deed. If there is a slight misstep in the trip, which leads the head to leave a bad impression on him, then his career will be devastated.
He finally became a spiritual person, had the confidence to climb upwards, but how could he fall at the beginning stage?
In this way, the person in charge can only dispel the plan that was made earlier and prepare to watch while walking.
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In the interrogation room, two police officers were interrogating Van Gogh, their attitude was not bad, but they were not far apart. They did not give him water to drink, nor to sit in a comfortable chair for him. They also shone his eyes directly with the pale and dazzling light, and then copied his hands and feet on the heavy iron ball.
"Say, where were you at 9:30 last night?" One of the policemen slapped the table fiercely.
The incandescent lamp is very close to the face of Van Gollo, so close that the heat from the light bulb can almost burn his hair. But he could open his eyes and look directly at the dazzling light. His pupils never shed rational tears, nor did he show emotions such as confusion, restlessness, and confusion.
He sat here calmly and calmly, even if a heavy iron ball fell on his hands, he could easily hold it together and put it on his knee. He could even lift Erlang's legs and sway inadvertently, looking at the full load like nothing.
"I was at home at 9:30 last night." He whispered warmly.
"Liar! At 9:30 last night, you killed someone on XX Road, and the surveillance video clearly captured the process of your murder. Say, why did you do that? What is the benefit of eating human heart?" When he came, he was convicted and he went straight to the motive for murder.
Fangalo's voice was still so low: "Can you show me the murder video?"
"You just honestly confess, what kind of video do you watch? Are you unclear about the case you made yourself?" The two policemen just asked, and ignored his appeal.
Fangalo realized that these people were not here to interrogate, but to convict him. They just wanted him to sign the conviction, and would not listen to any words from him. He didn't know the specifics of those three cases at all, and he lost his freedom. Now he has lost his eyes, and he can't learn anything.
He moved his fingertips, trying to release the magnetic field, using the memories and eyes of the two policemen to understand the outside world, but suddenly dispelled the idea.
The magnetic field he was contemplating at his fingertips quietly gathered into his body, his eyes drooping, and he focused on the interrogation table. This table is really disaster-prone, and it is covered with scratches, and there are still some dark brown stains in the scratches, as if it is dried blood, and it seems that it is splattered ink.
Is the policeman angry and out of control? Or which hapless prisoner?
Van Gogh suddenly became interested in this table, and distributed the magnetic field on its surface. Through these criss-crossing notches, he learned about its troubled "past encounters".
His calm expression gradually turned into interest, but he didn't even listen to the prejudiced questions from the two policemen. They roared, snarled, and yelled in his ears, but all they received was a pleasing and calm smile.
He didn't realize that there was not only himself and this table, but two big living people in this room. His attitude is undoubtedly the most annoying.
So, when Song Rui walked into the interrogation room with the special release order, the two policemen were mad, throwing cups and kicking the bench, and they were almost ready to hit people. If the interrogation table was fixed to the ground by four screws, what they most wanted to do was actually lift the table.
Seeing the Special Interpretation Order, they were even more anxious and ruined, but they had no choice but to slam the door of the house and go through the bail procedure for Van Gogh.
With a bang, Van Gogh finally woke up from the "tragic experience" of this table. With a slight flick of his eyelids, he saw Dr. Song, and smiled with Yin Hong's thin lips.
"I know you will come," he spread his white palms on the table, with a very pleasant tone: "So I have been waiting for you."
Song Rui naturally put his hands on his palm, his voice was deep and steady: "I'm always here when you are here."
The two looked deeply into each other's eyes and laughed together.
"I submitted your absence certificate, but those three murder videos, I have no way to overthrow it, so I only got a special release order, not an amnesty order."
One is temporary release, and the other is forgiveness of innocence, the difference between which Van Gogh naturally understands.
"I want to see the three videos." He whispered.
Fangallo subconsciously went to get the phone, but suddenly remembered: "My phone was damaged by the person in charge of this investigation team, and all the information in it was lost."
"He is a spirit." Van Gaal said firmly.
"Did you feel it?" Song Rui placed the phone on the table.
"When you first walked in, I saw the magnetic field he left on you, light blue, and the breath is the same as that kind of medicine. He should have participated in Zhang Yang's experiment."
"So, the person behind you is Zhang Yang?" Song Rui guessed.
"Probably, I have to look at the video to be sure. If it is him, it should be related to the case of the loss of antiques." Fangallo also said his guess.
"No, the Zhang family has nothing to do with the antique case." Song Rui denied.
"why?"
"Because Minister Yan got the special release order from the chief, the person in charge looked surprised. He wondered why your case received top-level attention. But the task force is investigating the people of Xuanmen and those four. Family, if it is behind the scenes, TA must have noticed that the crimes he committed have been exposed, and he must know that as a special consultant for this case, you will get special attention from the top. This time, you will be blocked by solving the case. The process will inevitably be subjected to heavy resistance and pressure from the top. "
Fangallori understood it after thinking about it, and said: "But the person in charge didn't know, he was surprised by my connections, so he had nothing to do with the case of antiques. He was from Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang instructed him to I started to show that the Zhang family has nothing to do with the antique transfer case. "
"Yes, the premise is that the person who started you is really Zhang Yang." Song Rui nodded in agreement.
"Is it right? I've known it after watching the video." Van Gaal groaned.
"The murder video has been deleted from the entire network, and I asked Meng Zhong to send it to me again." Song Rui picked up the phone.
Fangallo said with his fingertips: "No, I can see it directly into your brain."
It took a long time for Song Rui to squeeze her thin lips and nod her head. After she took off the gold wire glasses, her long narrow eyes turned into a pleasant arc. He always remembers what Fangallo said—entering the brain of a distrustful person is tantamount to suicide.
And now he offered to enter his own brain, why?
It is because of unreserved trust; it is because the two hearts have merged into the dependence of one heart; it is because I can have you, and you can also have me. Although they are independent individuals, they have souls of the same frequency.
Song Rui tried to straighten the corners of her lips, but the pleasure in her pupils could not be concealed.
Fangallo was affected by his emotions, and he couldn't help laughing, "Are you ready?"
"Ready."
The two held their hands with their foreheads against their foreheads and closed their eyes together.
Vangalo's consciousness walked into a dark place without hindrance. It was very cold and very humid, and there was a smell of water everywhere, like the soil soaked with blood. It is also very long and narrow, like a corridor, extending towards the end of the invisible.
Fangallo is used to setting off tsunami and madness, stirring up other people's memories on the cerebral cortex, and then engulfing them. But when facing Dr. Song, he just walked slowly along this dark corridor, unable to bear the slightest damage to it.
To be honest, its environment is not good, or even a little bad, but it can't make Van Galo feel a little nasty. Whenever he thinks that this is Dr. Song's inner world, he smiles unconsciously. As I walked, this dark and damp corridor gleamed slightly, and then gradually emerged from color to photo.
Fangallo's pupils shrank with fluorescence.
The reason for these photos is not Dr. Song ’s growing up experience, but Van Gogh ’s own face. What he looked like when he smiled, when he frowned, when he thought, or even when he was angry was recorded in this photo.
They are suspended throughout the promenade, and the frame shines with a shimmer of light, like stars, illuminating this originally dark world.
Fangalo's pace is getting slower and slower, and the original dead heart seems to be beating in a hurry. However, he knew clearly that this already dead body could not be resurrected. The so-called heartbeat is just an illusion. But even so, he is still deeply intoxicated at this moment. It seems that only Dr. Song can really understand how beautiful it is to be alive.
He kept walking, walking all the way, his fingertips protruding into the void, brushing over these faint but unnegligible stars. Eventually, he reached the end of the promenade and saw two huge black and white photos of Dr. Song ’s father and mother. It turned out that he hid them in the deepest part of his heart.
Van Gogh secretly rejoiced. If he stirs these memories with violence, these two precious photos may also be damaged.
A bright ball of light emerged from the end of the promenade.
Fangallo crossed the two huge photos and walked to the light sphere, but found that there was an image stored inside. That was his first meeting with Dr. Song. He sat in an incandescent lamp while the other party was hidden in the shadow, staring at each other like an enemy.
The scene of the once-daggered battle, now in retrospect, is like a fateful encounter.
Fangallo couldn't help but chuckled aloud. He looked back in the direction he was coming, where his consciousness was connected and glowing; he looked back at the ball, which contained the memories of his first encounter and glowed. These two light spots are connected in a line, extending from such a distant place, as if running through Dr. Song's entire life course.
Does this mean that he is the same as life to Dr. Song?
Fangalo covered his face with his hand to stop this arrogant idea, but he didn't know what a happy smile was twirling in the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Song Rui's voice came from afar: "Did you see it?"
Fangallo quickly put down his hand and asked in a mute voice: "No, what are you thinking about all day?"
Song Rui quickly reacted and chuckled, "Sorry, it's all you in my head."
I was about to make a joke about Dr. Van Gogh, but I didn't expect to be teased by him in the end. For a while, I was a little embarrassed, and I laughed a little. "No need to apologize.
Song Rui was stunned for a while before he laughed.
The two held hands, their heads were next to each other, and the same happy smile hung on the corner of their mouths, but they were reluctant to leave the interrogation room.
Ministers Meng Zhong and Yan standing in the observation room waiting for them: ...
After a few tens of seconds, Song Rui dug those three videos out of memory.
Van Gogh stared at the ghost-shaped, skeleton-like ghost, and said in a deep voice: "It's Zhang Yang. I saw hundreds of faces superimposed on his face, and he seemed to have the skill of transfiguration. It seems that during this time, he has not devoured other strangers. He seems to have found a way to dig out jade. "
"These three videos are well known, and it is not easy for us to break his game." Song Rui said in his mind.
"I have a way." Fangallo easily lifted the corner of his lips with a little thought.
Through the exchange of consciousness, Song Rui shared his ideas for the first time, so he immediately perfected the plan. The two were in one place, and there seemed to be no unsolvable problems.