The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 92 Human Skin Danqing Painted Allusions (Part [-])
Song Zhen's cold and magnetic voice sounded in the cramped room, and it came straight to Xia Lan's ears, making her unable to avoid it.

She just wanted to say a few words of emotion, but she was caught on the spot by the person involved, and her face immediately froze, and she couldn't even pull out an awkward smile.

"Say it again?" Song Zhen said again.

Embarrassed, Xia Lan thought he was making things difficult for herself on purpose, so she pursed her lips tightly.

Only then did Song Zhen realize that the other party might have misunderstood something, and tried to explain in a calm tone: "I mean, what you said just now, please say it again, it is related to the case and is very important."

When he said this, the scene where Ji Qian stuck her leg in the crack of his door and pushed him against the wall suddenly popped up in his mind.He expected Xia Lan's embarrassment and reaction, but why is Ji Qian completely different from ordinary people?
Thick-skinned?
Song Zhen didn't know why he thought of Ji Qian, maybe it was because the last victim almost became her, or maybe he felt scared when he saw these human skins, but fortunately he was saved, otherwise he would be less thick A cheeky and persistent neighbor.

Xia Lan blinked quickly, secretly observed Song Zhen's expression, saw that he seemed to be thinking about something, quickly digested what she heard, and confirmed that he did not pursue her "evaluation" just now, and then repeated it uncertainly Said: "I said just now that 'painting a person's skin is difficult to paint', is this it?"

Pulled back from his thoughts by Xia Lan's words, Song Zhen thought about this sentence, looked at the painting in front of him, and then quickly pulled out the human skin he had seen before, his eyes suddenly brightened a little.

"Judge people by their appearance! This is the allusion of Confucius losing Ziyu!" He pointed to one of the human skins and said, then looked at the previous human skin, his eyes narrowed, and his light suddenly appeared, "This is the story of Empress Lu's love for Qi Yu!" The story of the torture of the lady."

"Judging people by appearance?" Xia Lan couldn't help chewing repeatedly, but couldn't figure out the connection.

"What's the connection here?" Niu Quangang, a big bastard, was even more confused, so he asked directly.

Song Zhen didn't raise his head, and quickly opened the other human skins, "I also want to know what is the connection here!"

"Queen Lu, Madam Qi?" Xia Lan pondered, then suddenly raised her head to look at the jar in the bedroom, and said in surprise, "Those are human pigs!"

Niu Quangang couldn't help reminding her in a low voice, "Mr. Song already said it just now."

Surprise flashed across Xia Lanmei's eyes, and then she was a little embarrassed. She didn't hear clearly just now, and thought it was a "hostage".

"Give me that human skin from Zeng Hong's family too!" Song Zhen raised his head and shouted at Niu Quangang.

Inspiration is like an arrow on the string, the bow is already full, and the final blow is just about to be completed!
"Is the photo from the previous forensic work okay?"

"give me!"

Niu Quangang immediately handed over the phone, and Song Zhen zoomed in on the photo. In an instant, it was as if he had found the missing piece of the puzzle.

He closed his eyes, his brain was running rapidly, and all the fragments of information began to rotate rapidly in his brain.

In my mind, the slender fingers pinched casually, quickly extracting the fragments, following the clues, arranging, combining, piecing together, connecting...

As if the hand of God, every time a fragment is touched, certain shots and information will be triggered correspondingly, and time will stop at that moment, playing the specific silent film carried by that fragment for him.

His hands are like playing a piano, fast and slow, shuttling and picking among the moving fragments flashing at the speed of light in his mind, and finally sliding his hands from the middle to the sides quickly, and there seems to be the lingering sound of the keys in his ears, the message The fragments have been linked together to form a complete and firm chain of clues.

It became.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like the calm stream of the deep sea, surging surging under the calmness.

(End of this chapter)