Chapter 77:

Chongming collapsed to the ground like a mess of mud, and a little ghost sat on his stomach and suppressed him. Van Goghro squeezed a gray-black thing the size of a grain of rice and looked closely at the incandescent lamp.
The little ghost stood on Chongming's belly, tiptoed, extended his neck, and tried to identify it. After a few minutes, he gradually realized that it seemed to be a jade. Although it was only the size of rice grains, the workmanship was very delicate. The unknown craftsman The fish mouth, fish scales, fish tail and its jumping and twisting posture are sculpted to life. A very tiny hole is drilled in the fish mouth, which can be passed through a hair-like rope and worn on the neck or wrist.
But it somehow integrated into Chongming's body and gave him such a strange ability. Such doubts are obviously unknown to Chong, as long as he can get benefits. At this moment, he was futile and pleaded again and again: "Van Galo, you can give it back to me, OK! I can give you as much money as you want! I can help you do things! Do you want to go back to the Vatican? I can help you solve the Vatican triumph, you know, if I restore my ability, I want to deal with anyone. It ’s a breeze. Van Goghro, do n’t go, Van Gogh ... "
Fangallo turned around and walked away, and the tiny fish-shaped jade was pressed against his eyebrow by his slender index finger, slowly, little by little, pressed into the sea of ​​knowledge, and finally disappeared.
The imp has been sitting on Chongming's stomach, and he waited for the big brother to go away before letting go of the crackdown and slowly disappearing. The flashing corner of the light finally returned to normal, and several staff members touched the root of the wall, discussing with anxiety: "It's strange, I just wanted to go to the lounge just now, but I didn't find it after turning around the stairs for several times. road!"
"Me too! Did the ghost hit the wall? Yeah, Chief Chongming, what's wrong with you? Call the ambulance, and Chief Chongming seems to be injured!"
The program group was in a state of chaos again and again, and Fangallo had finished recording the final part, meeting with the long-awaited Zhao Wenyan and Cao Xiaohui in the hall.
"Damn, did Song Wennuan's stinky woman take the wrong medicine! Halfway through the list, people suddenly dragged me to the guide room and scolded me, saying I would cheat you! I took them back on the spot! With you Do you have the ability to cheat? "Cao Xiaohui was indignant at first, and at the end, she added with some complacency:" Later, I didn't know what happened. She took the entire class of their program crew to apologize to me, the humble It looks like hahaha, you did n’t see it, it ’s so funny! I did n’t expect that Miss Song ’s family would bow down before me! "
Zhao Wenyan said with a cold face: "I just bought her employees and got the original video of the show. Galo, if you feel dissatisfied, I can stream the video. Although the Zhao family is not as good as the Song family, it is a big deal In front of them, they can't say anything. Song Nuan is indulging criminals. "
Fangallo pressed his shoulders and shook his head: "Don't tell, this is the case."
"How could it be forgotten ..." Cao Xiaohui hurriedly helped the boss, but he heard Van Gogh whispered and asked, "Do you have any pictures of all the staff of the program group, sent them to my mobile phone."
"There seem to be a few photos in the guide's circle of friends. Let me have a look." Cao Xiaohui quickly sent out the photos.
Van Gogh stared at these familiar or unfamiliar faces for a long time, and finally circled a person's face, and returned it to Song Nuan, admonishing him: [Pay attention to this person. 】
Zhao Wenyan stretched his neck and looked at it, and he was shocked: "Hey, he is the one who sold the original video to me. Why do you report him? I think it is useful to keep him in the future."
"It's him who slanders me for cheating." Fan Jialuo completely silenced Zhao Wenyan.
The three of them walked towards the babysitter's car, but they couldn't defend themselves. Song Warm's eager cry came out: "Vatican teacher, you wait! Vatican teacher, I have a gift for you!" She was holding a beautifully packed gift box. He hurriedly chased over, bowed and apologized, and said thanks again and again, putting his figure in the dust.
Song Rui followed her without hurrying, and her sharp eyes turned around Zhao Wenyan's extremely haggard face.
"You are too polite." Van Gogh did not accept her gift, but stared straight at her eyes and asked: "Miss Song, now there are two options before you, you will choose which one?"
"What?" Song Warm's expression was dumbfounded.
"The first is to save your own children; the second is to save all your children. Which one do you choose?" Van Galo asked very seriously.
"What does it mean to save my own children, and to save all the children, what does this mean? I, I don't understand." Song Nuan's voice became smaller and weaker, and his tone became weaker and weaker. She seemed to be aware of something, and her footsteps continued to move back, and she actually had the urge to escape. And Song Rui had already stood beside her, and pressed her broad palm against her spine, blocking her retreat.
"Listen." He whispered aloud.
Van Gogh stepped forward, her head drooping, staring at her pupils, "Hide this, if nothing happened, you can let your children grow up safely and happily. But you need to know People like Yu Yuntian can never repent. He will continue to look for new goals, and after learning this lesson, he will be more cautious in selecting prey. He will skip those prominent children in the family and look for ordinary people. Or the children of poor families, because he knows that these children can easily succeed with a little favor, even if they are treated cruelly, they are not able to fight him. Success again and again will spawn his evil, Strengthen his ambitions and intensify his crimes. From now on, more vulnerable and innocent children will fall into his hands. These evil results could have ended in your hands. How should you choose? "
Fangallo asked again: "Do you want to save your own children, or all the children? Miss Song, I hope you seriously consider this issue."
He looked away from his sharp eyes, his fingertips scratched on his forehead, and said very politely: "Well, I should go, and look forward to our next meeting." Zhao Wenyan immediately followed him in the car, and Pull the door.
A loud bang like a fierce slap fell on Song Wenneng's already swollen face. She covered her sore cheeks, glared at her red eyes, and watched silently as the nanny car gradually drove away. In the end, she still failed to press the guilt and uncertainty in her heart. Cang Pan asked: "Cousin, if it were you, how would you choose?"
Song Rui seemed to find her question ridiculous, raising her eyebrows and asking, "What am I doing, haven't you forgotten?"
Yes, cousin is now an advisor to the police station, how could he let go of a criminal!
How to choose other children and all children? How to choose a person with a normal moral bottom line? This seems to be a question that requires no thought. However, as the party concerned, Song Wenneng knew that if things went wrong, the pervasive media would sooner or later dig out the identity of all the children Yu Yuntian had crucified, and Nini could not hide it. This is by no means the best solution, this is not to save all children, it is to harm all children! Their lives will be destroyed! Their wounds will be torn open, exposed to the public, and then completely rotted.
Song Warm shook his head frantically, but then suddenly stunned, because there was an idea in her mind that she had not thought about: Yes, yes, if the truth was revealed, the child who had been cruelly would indeed experience one It was a pain in the field, but since then no children will be buried in Yu Yuntian's hands. This sin will end here. The throbbing pain is just the throbbing pain, and it will eventually pass, and the "killer lays down" will be the best comfort to the victims.
The essence of this question is-do you want to save those children in the future; are you ready to let the breeding of evil, or be a sober accomplice?
After understanding Van Gogh ’s question thoroughly, Song Nuan suddenly found the answer. She wants to save all the children, she wants to save the children in the future, she wants to smother this sin with her own hands!
She kicked off her high heels, and chased frantically towards the nanny car that was drifting away, shouting one after another: "Mr. Fan, I know how to choose! You are waiting for me! Mrs. Fan, Mr. Fan ..."
She looks like a lunatic, but she can't care about anything, because there is only one thought in her mind-the future of children is the most important, and for all children, you must do the right thing!
The nanny car stopped slowly, and Van Gogh looked up, smiling brightly: "Miss Song, come on, let's talk while walking."
When she saw him applaud the smile, Song Wenwen almost cried out, and she understood that she had chosen the right one!

In the nanny car:
Fangalo pulled a small table from the dark compartment of the armrest and put his mobile phone on it. He slowly said: "Dr. Song, you should know Yu Yuntian and other people best. Once they taste the pleasure of crime, they will never Stop, isn't it? "
"Yes, and this kind of morbidity is often revealed at a very young age. Yu Yuntian is thirty years old this year. There must be many prey he has succeeded in, but he always hides it very well, otherwise he will not be bold The Song family is listed as a target. One more thing, he is difficult to restrain his desires, and will always leave some souvenirs after he succeeds, so I think that there should be a lot of things similar to the picture-in-picture, there are many of them. Is a solid evidence. "
"Dr. Song is doing a right analysis, so what we are looking for are these picture-in-picture." Fangallo pointed to his mobile phone and said: "Miss Song, can you find out all the works of Yu Yuntian and show them to me? ? You don't need the original version, just a photo. "
"Well, I have a lot in my phone!" Song Nuan quickly took out his phone and quickly rummaged.
"This one is this, this one is also," Van Gogh felt one by one, his eyebrows twitching and tightening: "This one, this one, this one ..."
Song Nuanhua ’s fingertips began to tremble because Van Gogharo felt that there were too many problematic paintings. Some of them also won international awards for Yu Yuntian and sent them to many prestigious art gallery exhibitions. , Accept the world's appreciation and praise.
As soon as I thought of it, when these paintings were surrounded by the masses, Yu Yuntian recalled those cruel and shameless fragments and deliberately made them public, and Song Nuan wanted to vomit. How could there be such a nasty, so inferior person in the world, he simply does not deserve to be called a person!
In the end, there were more than thirty paintings selected by Van Gogh, but this is not all.
Song Nuan warmed her forehead with cold sweat and thanked her for catching up. If she turns a blind eye to this, there will be sixty, one hundred and twenty in the future, and how many children will suffer from those injuries! And this heavy crime is also helped by her, and she will definitely go to in the future!
Song Rui calmly analyzed: "In these more than thirty paintings, there may be a few people who have never been killed. Like Nini, they are just the objects of Yu Yuntian's fantasy, so you must investigate in advance. There is one more thing You must mention that in our country, this is a scandal. Most parents will choose to be private rather than report to the police. That is to say, Yu Yuntian can solve these problems perfectly if he pays a sum of money. In the meantime, I advise you to act carefully, otherwise it will bring pain to many children, including their parents. "
"It's enough to get it." Fangallo pointed to one of the paintings.
"What?" Song Nuan and Song Rui froze at the same time.
"I foresee that it is a lethal arrow." Van Gaal returned the phone to Song Nuan, and told the driver: "Go to the Municipal People's Hospital."
"Why do you go to the hospital?" Song Nuan was still ignorant.
"Go and visit that summer."
"Oh right! Xia Xia's spirit is wrong, it is time to take a look! This painting is Yu Yuntian's early work, now I don't know where, I have to ask." Song Nuan was unconsciously talking on his mobile Today, there are too many things, and her mind can't turn a little.
However, on the other side, Song Rui and Zhao Wenyan had already dialed a number at the same time and began to contact their own contacts to find the painting. When the car arrived at the hospital, a man in a leather jacket was already waiting at the door of the parking lot with a flat package. He called out Zhao Zhao respectfully, and then handed in the painting from the car window, explaining: "This painting was found at the Kimberley Gallery, not for sale. I borrowed it from their boss."
"Well, I'll go back in a few days." Zhao Wenyan glanced at Song Rui deliberately or unintentionally when he handed the painting to Vanguard, with a smug look on his eyebrows. When it comes to his connections in the art world, he is even better.
Song Rui put away her phone and smiled indifferently.
Song Wenneng said that she came to see Xia Xia, but she ran away after just glancing at the door. She had to take the oil painting and process it, find another painting hidden under the oil painting, and then check according to the child's appearance. Provide her name and address, and then ask her parents to discuss further solutions.
She didn't know how the child's parents would choose, whether it was private or the police, but all she could do at the moment was to try to make it happen. She wants to save all her children. This is not the Virgin Mary. This is the basic morality of being a human being, and this basic morality was not realized until Vangallo let her choose!
After Song Nuan left, Song Rui asked in a low voice: "If she chose the wrong answer, what would you do?"
Van Gogh seemed to think that this question was superfluous, so he asked with a smile: "What do you say, a police consultant?"
Song Rui left with a slightly warped lips, he did not care about the so-called Xia Xia, and Van Gogh walked to the hospital bed and pulled out a fluffy black shadow from Xia Xia who had been given a tranquilizer.