Chapter 150 Edmund Dantès (twenty-one)

Fei Du paced to the corner of the living room, where there was a small whiteboard that was very literary and artistic. He bought this thing. Unexpectedly, he hadn't used it a few times, but instead, he became a Tang monk named Luo - Luo Wenzhou used to be pure and verbose, but now In addition to babbling, he had to analyze and summarize the hairy skins that he had slapped, and hang it on the whiteboard to achieve all-round attention to Fei Du's eyes and ears, which was very frustrating.

Fei Du hesitated for a while, and read it for someone who had been writing for a long time. He didn't want to wipe it. He turned the whiteboard over, took out a marker, and drew a coordinate system. The horizontal axis represents time, and the vertical axis represents the source of stress. .

Compared with what happened just now, older memories are more malleable, and more likely to be appropriately increased or decreased by the brain.

Compared with some trivial matters, the greater the influence of the stressor on me, the more uncomfortable it causes, and the greater the possibility of being distorted when it is reflected in the dream of deep consciousness.

For Fei Du that night, the incident of not opening the can of cats was a trivial incident that had just happened. He had a superficial memory. He felt that instead of a dream, he remembered this incident in a half-dream and half-awake state. . He draws a slash at the origin in the coordinate system.

Next was the scene of "Luo Wenzhou is angry, but he can't coax him well".

Luo Wenzhou was indeed a little anxious that night, Fei Du could feel it, but not to the point of being angry, but in the end, Fei Du really didn't know if he had coaxed the other party well. Maybe because of this, he was somewhat worried in his dream. And his dream didn't know why he made a fuss, magnifying this slight concern.

Fei Du was a little puzzled. He felt that he had less knowledge of being a cao recently, and he could have a place in any kind of bullshit. He tilted his head to consider for a moment, moved down a little along the coordinate axis of "pressure source depth", and drew a second bar.

After that, "Tao Ran was injured" and "Suffocation", two irrelevant things were mixed in the same scene.

Fei Du wrote here, put down the marker, frowned, and took a few steps in front of the whiteboard, unable to analyze.

Human consciousness and memory contained very complex projections and very subtle distortions. The superficial logic and the deep logic did not seem to use the same language. Even if Fei Du was conscious of being very honest with himself, it was still difficult to interpret it objectively. A series of dreams that made him choked up that day.

According to common sense, a dream that can awaken a person suddenly must have touched the deeply suppressed anxiety and fear in the person's heart.

But Fei Du asked himself, thinking that he had no anxiety, let alone fear. "Fear" to him was like a star in a TV movie. He knew that this person could be seen through the screen every day, but what did he look like in reality? Like, how is temperament... these are missed to know.

He didn't feel that he was not calm after hearing the news that Tao Ran was sent to the hospital for rescue. The car accident had already happened, and the only person who could remedy it was the doctor. Nothing happened to him. Fei Du remembered that he was just thinking about the cause and effect of the incident. That's it.

Could it be that the incident of "Tao Ran's injury" used to be a huge pressure source for him, deep enough to touch another, deeper and more intense thing lurking in his memory?

In his dream, Tao Ran, who was hit by a car, had a suffocated face. According to this line of thinking, the "suffocated face" should also be something in his memory... But where did he see it?

Luo Yiguo tried several times, but he couldn't open the cabinet that was plagued by plague. He had no choice but to run towards Fei Du with its big tail standing upright. ròu patted Fei Du's calf.

Fei Du bent over and held Luo Yiguo's front paws in front of him. Luo Yiguo was always very tame when he begged for food. With a charming expression of "innocence and innocence", a thin whimper emanated from his throat.

Fei Du stared at the cat's face for a while, and always felt that he shouldn't overlap the faces of those small animals with suffocation and struggle with the faces of people. The facial features were too different.

Luo Yiguo thought there was a show, so he hurriedly gave him a "meow".

"No," Fei Du coldly put Luo Yiguo back on the ground and announced, "One animal I can't hold is enough for Luo Wenzhou."

Luo Yiguo: "..."

Walking on two legs is not a good thing!

Fei Du thought for a while, wiped the writing on the whiteboard, sent Luo Wenzhou a message, "I'm going home to get something", and put on his coat and went out.

He decided to go back to the basement of the old house, where he spent his dark childhood, endured numerous electric shocks and drug corrections, and even witnessed his mother's death. Fei Du really couldn't understand why his memory would be there There was a discrepancy in sneaking into the basement.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bother to look at the phone, he was chasing Yang Xin who had flashed by and rushed out.

As soon as he ran to the top of the stairs, Luo Wenzhou met a large group of family members of the patients. It must have been a large group of people. There were also a few elderly people who came with crutches. They tightly blocked the stairs and just separated them. to him and Yang Xin.

Luo Wenzhou looked at the trembling old men and women. He never wanted to push him out of a group of grandparents who needed to be retired. But Yang Xin had already disappeared in the moment he hesitated. In a hurry, Luo Wenzhou Turning around and pushing open the window of the corridor, he stepped on the window sill and climbed out from the third floor to the screams of a passing nurse. He used the slightly protruding window sill on the second floor as a buffer, and then jumped down and jumped to the On the artificial rough ground downstairs, he rolled on the spot, and before the onlookers raised their mobile phones, they ran away.

The hall was crowded with people, but it was still orderly. Luo Wenzhou rushed in murderously, startling the medical staff on duty. The hospital secret service came over immediately to inquire, and Luo Wenzhou randomly photographed the work permit for the secret service: "Police, did you see it? A girl in her twenties just ran downstairs?"

Before Secret Service could speak, Luo Wenzhou caught a glimpse of Yang Xin at the other end of the corridor who had just arrived on the first floor. Yang Xin glanced at him unexpectedly, an extraordinarily complicated expression appeared on his innocent little face, like a yù The pain and anger that she said stopped, and then she resolutely rushed towards the back door.

Luo Wenzhou was so angry that his lungs would evaporate from the top of his head: "You stop for me!"

There was a small road at the back door of the inpatient department, and through it was a large parking lot at the back door of the hospital. The distance between Luo Wenzhou and Yang Xin kept shrinking. At this moment, a car suddenly rushed out of the parking lot and hit him directly. , Luo Wenzhou had a face-to-face with the driver—it was the fake patrolman he and Fei Du met at the murder scene in the Bell and Drum Tower that day!

In a hurry, he jumped on the hood of the car and rolled to the other side. Fortunately, the driver did not intend to kill him. The window was half rolled down, and the corner of his mouth seemed to show a little smile. He nodded politely at Luo Wenzhou, then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed out of the parking lot like a smoke. At this time, Yang Xin had already jumped into the car and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Wenzhou's thigh was hurt by the car just now, and he couldn't help but let out a foul language: "Fuck!"

Fu Jiahui was pushed to rescue, Chang Ning avoided it with wink, and went downstairs to buy them a drink. Lu Youliang and Tao Ran waited in the depressing corridor of the hospital relatively silently, looking up together, looking at the clothes wrapped in anger and dirt. Luo Wenzhou who came back.

Luo Wenzhou found a corner and brushed the dirt off his body heavily: "Run, two cars, one with a treasure and one with a gold cup. I wrote down the license plate number and asked someone to block it."

Lu Youliang didn't say a word, he raised his head and leaned heavily against the wall.

Tao Ran was silent for a while: "When I was investigating Feng Bin's case a few years ago, my mistress once asked me to go to her house, gave me Master's suicide note, and... even threw it in my bag when I was away. I got a bug, exactly the same as those on Bureau Lu and Xiao Wu. When Xiao Wu told me about it today, I still...I still..."

Tao Ran was at a loss for words, staring at the ground for a while before he continued his voice with difficulty: "After reading Master's suicide note, I felt a little relieved for a while, thinking that my wife has been cold to us for so many years. Her attitude was not her original intention, she didn't hate us, she didn't hate us, she just told her to stay away from us."

But now that think about it, it's just a bitter estrangement. Do the criminal policemen who rely on the scouts for their money really don't feel it at all? If it wasn't for the genuine disgust, would it make Luo Wenzhou unwilling to come to the door for more than three years?

"Xiao Wu? You said that Yin Ping was also designed by them?" Luo Wenzhou's furious brain gradually cooled down, and he sat down beside Lu Bureau a little tiredly.

Lu Youliang asked, "Is it also to frame Lao Zhang?"

"Yes, I suspect that Shi Niang was deceived," Tao Ran said in a hoarse voice, "The person who planned all this behind the scenes was the one who framed Gu Zhao and later killed the master. If the old cinder was really faked by Yin Ping, Then he is likely to have important clues in his hands, so they want to kill people to kill people. If people are not dead, they will use him to frame Zhang Ju again... It's easy to explain to the teacher and them, as long as Yin Ping has no evidence in his hands, even if he comes out to testify , the testimony is not enough to convince others, it is better to use him to make a game."

Luo Wenzhou rested his elbows on his knees, put his hands together gently, and pressed his chin: "Uncle Lu, I came here today because I actually wanted to ask you about someone."

Lu Youliang: "Do you want to ask Fan Siyuan?"

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Lu Youliang was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Guess... The tone and tone she spoke to me today reminded me of this person."

Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran looked at him together.

"Fan Siyuan is actually my teacher... I should have taught Lao Yang as well." Lu Youliang thought for a while, then said slowly, "At that time he was young, not a few years older than us, but he was very attractive. Sometimes you think he looks at you. At a glance, you can know what you are thinking. People are talented, well-informed, have published many articles, and are very good in class... At that time, it was not popular for students to rate teachers. Otherwise, he would definitely be able to evaluate every year. The most popular teacher in the school. Occasionally some students with thorns and head problems, the teaching office and ideological and political teachers can't control them, so they brought him to make sure it works. There was one in our dormitory at the time, and he was called to talk about one with his neck stuck. When I was young, I don't know what he said, that brother cried bitterly after he came back, wishing he could be a man again."

Luo Wenzhou: "Gu Zhao and he also have a jiāo set, right? I checked his work history, and when Officer Gu went to study, he happened to bring it with him."

"Well," Lu Youliang nodded, "Gu Zhao is serious, going back to school for a part-time postgraduate study is not to get rich, but to really want to learn something. If you understand, you must ask to understand. For a while, it was Teacher Fan who opened and closed. When he graduated, he invited guests, and our brothers and Fan Siyuan went there. "

"He has a good relationship with Fan Siyuan."

"Very good..." Lu Youliang hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Well, very good, Gu Zhao is not a particularly lively and outgoing person, and his relationship is very different. It can be seen that he and Fan Siyuan are really good, but who knows What did that person think?"

Luo Wenzhou asked again, "He initiated the first album project? What happened? Uncle Lu, is Fan Siyuan really dead?"

A doctor passed by in a hurry, and Lu Youliang glanced at the end of the corridor uneasily, as if worried that some bad news would come from there.

"Actually, I looked at it later. At that time, some of the papers he published were already showing signs of extremes," Lu Youliang said, "but we didn't pay attention to it. At that time, the 'psychological portrait' technology was just emerging in China, and Fan Siyuan took the lead in applying for this 'establishment'. The project of "The Psychological Profile of Criminals", I want to re-examine some unsolved cases and find new breakthroughs through archiving research. I ordered a circle of front-line criminal police at the city bureau... The research project belongs to political figures outside of their daily work, so I don't want to participate. Of course, it was all voluntary, but we all participated—because the '327 National Road case' in which the main culprit was not brought to justice was also included. At that time, it was less than a year after Gu Zhao's accident. This brother is still looking for and investigating in private."

"But psychological portrait technology can't be used as evidence in court," Luo Wenzhou said. "The unsolved cases in the picture album project actually all have suspicious objects, and there is no valid evidence. Unless they are beaten, otherwise..."

"That's impossible," Lu Bureau smiled bitterly, "Gu Zhao was accused of abusing power by the police, and we would have people staring at every move we made, and we had to act with our tails tucked into our heads, and we wouldn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary. Do... I accompanied Mr. Fan to visit a case, and when he came back, he suddenly said to me, 'Sometimes I think about it, I really don't know who the laws and rules are to protect, and the restrictions are always those who obey the laws and regulations. , bullying the soft and fearing the hard', I thought that something was wrong with him, but I didn't think about it... But then, things started to go wrong."

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean the suspects died mysteriously one by one?"

"Yes, the method is exactly the same as the victim of the corresponding case, and many details of the case have not been announced to the public, so the album project was urgently suspended, and all relevant persons were suspended for inspection." Lu Youliang said, "Fan Siyuan is investigating. When the officers went to find him, he was missing, not at home, at school... anywhere. At that time, he was considered to be a major suspect, but the suspicion was turned into a suspect, and there was no evidence. Did the bureau judge him as 'missing', or did he The 'wanted suspect' was debated for a long time, and later, for the sake of the city bureau's image, it was only said that he was 'disappearing', the picture album project should be handled with the archives, sealed and sealed, and the search was continued in private."

"Three months later, his relatives received a suicide note. At the same time, the bureau got a tip that Fan Siyuan had been in the Binhai District. At that time, Binhai was even more deserted than it is now. We followed the line and almost caught him."

"Almost?"

"During the pursuit, Fan Siyuan jumped into the sea," Lu Youliang said. "There were bloodstains left on the reef, but the body was never recovered, so he had to continue to disappear, but this person has since disappeared, and similar cases have never happened again... You know. , Once a serial killer starts killing, it is difficult to stop, so gradually, everyone thinks that he is really dead. A few years later, his family was involved in the demolition issue, and his relatives applied for the death of missing persons for property. Fan Siyuan officially registered on the file 'die'."