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Chapter 10 Three Roses Tattoo (2)
"It's Director Zhou like this. I don't think the photo was taken well. It didn't highlight my own temperament, so please help me find a way to change it. He may have misunderstood me." The third child said to Director Zhou Say.

It's really annoying.Zheng Que thought, what kind of reason is that.

Zheng Que also laughed, laughed twice, and finally worked up the courage to get to the point: "Actually... I didn't smash the glass."

"Top bag? Who forced you?"

"help."

"Oh." The youngest found all the things, turned around and sat next to Zheng Que: "Give me your hand." He held Zheng Que's wrist, pressed the alcohol cotton ball on the wound, and Zheng Que grinned. "Girl?"

Zheng Que thought of the girl in the classroom that day, with raven-colored black hair against a strand of dazzling red, dangling in front of the third child, like a proud sparrow flapping its wings, he felt flustered and nodded. nodded.

"So wild? You have to be careful, don't get mad, girls these days have a bit of that brain." The third child tapped his forehead, "I've read too many romance novels, and I'm going to die or live." See Zheng The third child raised his eyebrows and said, "Seriously? Tsk tsk, puppy love, okay?"

Zheng Que rolled his eyes: "You are not the same." There is still a half sentence in his heart: If you find a girlfriend, don't talk to me, good luck!

The third child was taken aback, and came back to his senses and squeezed the top of Zheng Que's head: "Stupid you, can this be the same?" He wrapped a bandage around Zheng Que's hand, not looking at him: "...It's not because she."

Zheng Que actually understood the half-sentence without beginning or end.The third child’s hand was still wrapped around the gauze, he was speechless for a while, but he was not embarrassed, the air around him was gradually filled with vague joy, reminding Zheng Que of eating fruit candy when he was a child, and seeing the sun through the colorful glass candy paper , crisp and translucent, with a little sweetness on the tip of the tongue.In order to make this joy stay longer and slow down, he turned a sentence around and kept it in his mouth, always a little bit close to asking.When the third child finished packing up for him, everyone was about to leave. Finally, he opened his mouth and let out a "Hi", without any further words, hanging alone in the air. The third child looked at his embarrassed face, and slowly curled up the corners of his mouth: "Sunday! Do you want to go to my house?"

"Ah?" Zheng Que opened his mouth, he knew that his current appearance must be very stupid.

"Don't you want to know why, I'll show you why."

Afternoon class Zheng was really distracted, and he finally made it to the end of school. As usual, he carried his schoolbag and stomped to the bicycle shed to wait for the third child.The third year of high school was late, the lights in the classroom were already on, and there were still a row of heads at the window following the writing on the blackboard bit by bit.Zheng Que leaned on the back seat of the bicycle and stared in a daze, and someone tapped his shoulder lightly.

"Does your hand still hurt?" The touch was soft and the voice was sweet, Zheng Que turned around, it was her.

"To each other." Zheng Que hid his hand unnaturally, but the girl pulled it back.The two spread their hands facing each other, with the same bandages, mirrored in symmetry, as if some secret had been uncovered, and Zheng Que's face suddenly turned a little red.

A dimple appeared on the girl's round face: "What's your name?"

"Junior Class 8 Zheng Que." Zheng Que blurted out, and regretted it a bit after he finished speaking.The answer is so fluent, it can be seen that it has been rehearsed many times.

Sure enough, the dimple on the girl's cheek deepened: "I know, I'm upstairs with you, my name is Xu Ting."

Upstairs is the site of the sophomore year, Zheng Que was a little unexpected, Xu Ting seemed to be the same age as herself at most.She is a sophomore in high school, and the youngest is in the third year of high school. She stayed in this school for two years longer than herself.Thinking about it this way, the broken bulletin board glass at noon suddenly brought a sting of delay: "Ah, so you tear up the photos..."

Xu Ting raised her finger and made a "shh" to her lips. Her caramel-like brown eyes rolled around, and mysteriously opened the wallet for Zheng Que to see.She wears a coral-colored tri-fold wallet with a clear plastic photo slot in the middle.Generally, girls of this age would put stickers of idol boys or something there, and there was also a boy in Xu Ting's wallet with thick hair, clear eyes, and a little smile at the corner of his mouth. He was the third child.

Zheng did recall.It wasn't for no reason that there was a vague eye contact the first few times, yes, when Xu Ting looked at him, the third child was present every time.Is he stupid?She had risked everything to steal the photos, but he still couldn't think of it?Yes, it may also be because of hating, but who would hate the third child?He is good at sports, his grades are not bad, and his face is even more... Zheng Zhen became depressed. He is not afraid of losing, but he lost before the battle started. After all, he is a little bit upset.

And Xu Ting has already shaken his hand: "Don't rush to say it. I know you have a good relationship with him...you won't say it, right?"

This is already a request to classify him as a girlfriend without authorization, but Zheng Zhen still has no way to refuse.It's good to be a friend, Zheng Que said to himself, to be a friend, at least you can stand closer.Thinking so, he reluctantly nodded to Xu Ting.After the class bell rang, the third child also walked towards this side. Zheng Que was about to say hello when he saw a shadow flash out halfway from the corner of his eye and stuck to him.She wasn't wearing a school uniform, and she wasn't a student of the school, but Zheng Que could still recognize her. That strand of red hair was still flamboyant under the street lamp, and it hurt his eyes.

Xu Ting didn't know anything, she just lowered her head to pack her wallet, Zheng Que said in a strange way: "I'm going to his house on Sunday, do you want to come with me?"

Xu Ting raised her head, her eyes lit up.Zheng Que once again tasted that vague joy, but this time, there was a bit of bitterness in his mouth.

刑房
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Zheng Yuan arrived at Shuiwei New Village. There were no lights in the old-fashioned corridors. Wang Shiqi came down to pick him up with a flashlight: "Why is it so long... Hurry up, this way."

"The conversation with Wu Hui was on point. If it wasn't for your urging, everyone would have finished confessing." Zheng Yuan was a little disgusted, but still grabbed the hand extended by the other side.The brain injury ten years ago affected his eyesight, especially in dark places, where nothing but blue is black, a cloud of fuzzy mist, without Wang Shiqi leading this place, he is like a blind man riding a blind horse.

"What did he say?"

"Frankly, it's not an indiscriminate killing. He was targeting Xu Ziqian at the beginning. He originally planned to kill the latter to confuse the police's attention, so he couldn't do it."

Wang Shiqi's hand trembled slightly, Zheng Yuan knew that he was disgusted again.This person is a bit of a mental cleanser, and he can't listen to absurd reasons for crimes. "However, I still have some doubts. He said that he had a crush on Xu Ziqian, which led to possessiveness, but the social relationship between the two of them couldn't be resolved. It would be ridiculous to say that they fell in love at first sight on the road. So I think the second crime Human assumptions..."

Zheng Yuan hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly tripped over something and was about to fall to the concrete floor.Fortunately, Wang Shiqi made a timely rescue, and he was brought back with one hand slapped across the waist.Zheng Yuan bumped his face against a piece of rough wool-blend fabric, and the bitter smell of camphor wood mixed with shredded tobacco came to his face. He was in a trance for a few seconds, and vaguely remembered that Wang Shiqi seemed to smell like soap before, which came from a square old-fashioned domestic soap , honey-yellow, stored in a corner of the open-air cement washbasin, where the Wang family's nanny always turns on the faucet to scrub and scrub the family's shirts. "You skinny monkeys see the sky and the earth, what's the use of the washing machine, you still clean it with your hands." With a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, the old aunt beckoned to Zheng Yuan: "You come too, take off the clothes on your body, and I'll take them off." Just rub it off." The early summer sun was shining brightly, he and Wang Shiqi hugged each other shirtless around the pool, the foam splashed on his face and dried up in a short while, a small piece of skin tightened slightly, like a gentle suck.

That soap should have been discontinued by now.Zheng Yuan thought, even if there is, that courtyard cannot be returned.

He was still in a trance, when the piece of fabric vibrated suddenly, and he hummed along with the muddy bass rolling over, the standard chest resonance: "Old Zheng, weak feet are due to kidney deficiency, it needs to be cured."

Fuck him, who made him get up early and stay late at night, and go around for a thoughtless case, so far he doesn't even have a meal.Zheng Yuan was upset, but he tightened his grip on Wang Shiqi's arm: "Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."

The two carefully walked around the piles of coal stoves and waste newspapers that crowded the corridors, and suddenly saw a bright light—a snow-white emergency light hung at the door, and the rust-green old-fashioned anti-theft door was forcibly pried open, like a black hole in the mouth of truth.

"Boss, where did you go? I was looking for you." Xu Ye greeted Wang Shiqi while taking off his gloves. After seeing the person behind Wang Shiqi's back, he froze for a moment: "You..."

"Old Zheng, don't you know me? He just came back, and he's still in the Legal Weekly, and he's here to write a report this time." Wang Shiqi let go of Zheng Yuan, and while he turned his head around the stall in the customer hall, he leaned closer to Xu Ye's ear: "Sir Make a fuss, don’t say what you shouldn’t say.”

Xu Ye grinned.Of course he knew Zheng Yuan, more than that, his memory was still fresh.When Wang Shiqi brought him into the scene for the first time, everyone thought he was a college student. He was the only one in the uniform and white coat all over the place with a backpack, a pullover hoodie, and a milky face.After Wang Shiqi finished talking about the evidence analysis, he answered "No", and then refuted a bunch of logically. Wang Shiqi was not angry, but just looked at him with his arms crossed.Heck, a reporter, Xu Ye thought, isn't Detective Conan, why is he so arrogant.Of course, he had also seen him in a state of embarrassment, comatose, bleeding, buried in a pit in the barren mountains, scaring Wang Shiqi into a panic.For some reason, although Zheng Yuan was dying at that time, Xu Ye felt that Zheng Yuan was really dying now.He tried his best to find the human scent on Zheng Yuan's body, but Zheng Yuan's face turned around, his eyes were like frosted glass embedded in the mask, even his sight was lifeless. "It's convenient...I want to see the bedroom."

Yes, that's it.Xu Ye made a conclusion in his heart: he is still alive, but it seems like he has been dead for a long time.

Secret
Wu Hui's home is a relic of the collective dormitory era in the 20th century. The floors are short and the ceiling height is low. The red brick exterior wall has been eroded by time into a mottled Chushi color, and the windows are painted dark green, and then azure dark yellow. The wall skin peeled off layer by layer, making the glass foggy and gray.Entering the door opening, there are densely packed doors facing each other, scattered on both sides of the dark corridor, each household has the same one bedroom and one living room, and the balcony will be sealed for the family with children, making it a study and bedroom for the next generation .The construction of the new urban area in Xingsha City is in full swing, but this building has been thrown into a forgotten corner together with Nancheng. others.

"I've asked. The owner of the home has no relatives, and is too old. He entered a nursing home five years ago and lost the house to an intermediary as an agent. It is estimated that this dilapidated house can be rented out. Thank goodness. In addition to renting out the house every month Wu Hui sent money to the card, and no one came to see it.” Xu Ye opened the way ahead with a flashlight, and the beam of light swept back and forth, except for a dining table and two mismatched plastic stools, the rest were white The walls are gray and the walls are bare. "So, the premonition of buying a murderer is basically ruled out. There is no place to hide money in the house, so he has nowhere to spend it."

Zheng Yuan didn't say a word.Wang Shiqi still held back his words, he knew that the excitement was yet to come.

Sure enough, when the wooden door of the bedroom was pushed open, Zheng Yuan knew why Wang Shiqi came looking for him in such a hurry.Compared with the near-empty boredom of the living room, the bedroom is simply a dream come true spree, or in Wang Shiqi's words, a perfect reflection of the state of mind and criminal motives of the occupants.The room is not big, about ten square meters. An old-fashioned iron frame bed one meter wide is placed in the corner, and a pair of simple shackles are tied near the head. The screws were welded to the ground. "Textbook-style abnormal criminal tendencies," Wang Shiqi used a flashlight to show Zheng Yuan one side of the shackles: "German standard industrial iron chains and leather, handmade, it seems that this suspect has a bit of a taste."

Zheng Yuan didn't speak, and carefully looked at the layout of the furniture.Even for this small room that looks crowded no matter how it is placed, the arrangement of the existing furniture is really unscientific. The bed is close to the window, but the wardrobe is against the head of the bed. Blocking the sight of the person on the bed.At the end of the bed was an old armchair, the poor-quality artificial leather cracked with wear, revealing the rough beige fibers underneath.There are only three things in total, crowded together on the same side of the room, and the side next to the door is empty.Zheng Yuan went up and moved the armchair, it was dead heavy, and a thin line of dust marks on the floor could be seen when it was moved a crack, which proved that this thing had never been moved.

"This is the confinement room built by the suspect. Combining the confession and the information we have, Wu Hui should have targeted Xu Ziqian half a year ago. On the day of the incident, he probably planned to hold the other party here with a knife and finish his work." He was kidnapped and imprisoned, but because the victim struggled and called for help, he overreacted, and this turned into murder." Wang Shiqi opened the closet and called Zheng Yuan to come over to see, there was no clothes hanging in the closet, and a few coats were randomly piled under the closet. There are more than a dozen photos pasted on the opposite side, forming a simple cross. The front, side, back, and distant view are all Xu Ziqian.

"Kidnapped and imprisoned? And then? What does he want to do?" Zheng Yuan sniffled, leaned over and looked at the photo carefully. The rough photo paper should be a bargain for [-] cents a sheet printed on the Internet, and he was pasted with transparent glue. The corners, the pixels are average, not like professional equipment, maybe just from an outdated domestic low-end mobile phone.Zheng Yuan imagined the moment when Wu Hui took these photos—no deliberate beautification, no special angle of attention, even breathing, and calm expression.There is no emotion in these photos.

Wang Shiqi almost choked with laughter: "What is he going to do? What else can he do? Old Zheng, I remember that you watched those forbidden room cultivations in the past. How come you pretended to be pure all of a sudden when you are old? "

Zheng Yuan ignored his sarcasm, he walked back to the bed, paused, and suddenly lay down with his clothes on.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Xu Ye looked anxious, but was stopped by Wang Shiqi, "Don't worry, don't talk, just wait."

The long and narrow iron bed is covered with a palm mattress covered with old blue and white checked sheets, which are flat, gentle, and slippery.Zheng Yuan rubbed the fabric under his body with his fingers, and felt a solemn sense of cleanliness, as if expressing pity and apology to the person lying on this bed.This bed is too clean for an older single and blue-collar bedroom.Zheng Yuan thought about the rationality of Wu Hui's obsession with cleanliness, and slowly closed his eyes.After a while, a special smell slowly released from the pillow, the smell of wood, tobacco, sweat, seems familiar.Zheng Yuan shook his legs, and lightly kicked Wang Shiqi who was standing in front of the bed like a spirit guard: "Hey, what perfume are you wearing?"

Xu Ye turned his head and looked at Wang Shiqi with surprise in his eyes, Wang Shiqi coughed dryly, his expression a little uncomfortable: "What, my mother went to Italy, brought back a bunch of bottles and cans, and sprayed Just for fun." He lowered his head to check his phone, and after a while he found the chat history: "What's it called? k... k... krizia? This is men's fragrance, a perfume for men! Don't laugh if you don't understand..."

Zheng Yuan rested his hand on the back of his head: "Do you think Wu Hui has been to Italy?"

"It's still Italy. I doubt whether he has ever been to the provincial capital."

"That's right." Zheng Yuan turned over and sat up, shifted his position, and slumped down into the armchair at the end of the bed.Xu Ye didn't know what he said was right, but he knew that if he let him do such nonsense, his job would soon be lost. "Brother," Xu Ye softened his tone, rubbing his hands like a fly, "I'm just one step away from completing the evidence collection, can we not destroy the scene?"

(End of this chapter)