Chapter 81

Buwei is like the white algae swaying at the bottom of the river. For a long time, she finally stepped into the ward, closed the door of the backhand, walked to the bed, and sat down straight.

At this angle, she and Jiang stopped looking at each other, facing each other -as if a curse in the underworld was silently lifted, and finally broke free from the bottom -up angle.

She asked, "What do you want me to answer?"

"Although it happened the night before, I thought the police hadn't had time to tell you." Jiang stopped and said, "Wang Xingye died."

Buwei's face was blank, like the whiteboard hadn't had time to want to fill in any emotions. After a few seconds, she slowly appeared in surprise, accidents, and fear: "... what ... what?"

"Falling down from a community in Gongzhou, the corpse was discovered the next morning.

Jiang Pu's upper body leaned deeply in the handrail chair back, and his posture was naturally calm, which was opposite to the young girl's rigidity to a little straight sitting position. After a long time, Buwei seemed to have barely digesting this bad news that could not be called sadness, and hair was shaking: "... too suddenly, I did not expect ..."

"real?"

Buwei stopped and looked at Jiang Po, the latter repeated it again in her sight: "I really didn't expect it?"

"... I don't understand what you mean."

"I thought you had expected Wang Xingye to die. When you said the" kidnapping prisoner is my uncle 'in front of Yan Yan. " Hearing Yan Yan, they privately discussed that Shen Xiaoqi's chances of waking up are actually very high, so when they decided to take a step first, when Wang Xingye was thrown out and shifted my attention ... "

"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Buwei interrupted Jiang Po with a sharp voice: "The kidnappers coerced me to push Shen Xiaoqi down. What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing wrong."

"..."

"But the only Wang Xingye who can prove this." Jiang stopped with a smile, although there was no friendliness and kindness in the smile: "In other words, no one can prove that you have been coerced to kill someone , Still actively cooperate, or collaborate, or even ... from the beginning, actively actively, asked to kill Shen Xiaoqi. "

Buwei's expression is a bit weird. The opposite performances of the opposite performances such as fierce stare and weak and innocent permeation, staggered mixing, so that the sound is a bit distorted when opening: "Uncle Police, I am just a poor student, where did I offend? You?"

"Don't think too much, the normal logic speculation of the criminal investigation angle." Jiang Pu performed much more plain: "By the way, maybe they forgot to tell you that you are not the first victim -we are in a stronghold in Wang Xingye I found a note, which is exactly the file, which records the first two girls Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin. Have you heard of these two names? "

Buwei shook his head vigilantly: "... I don't know."

"I don't think you know. Teng Wenyan was discovered by Wang Xingye in Lingzhou five years ago. In mid -July two years ago, she was abducted and killed with another boy named Li Rui; Li Yuxin was Wang Xingye. I discovered in Jiangyang County four years ago. In mid -July last year, she and another classmate named He Liang were abducted, and then He Liang was killed. Li Yuxin got a severe trauma. But follow, you all encountered such things after being adopted for three years. It feels like a shelf life that is like a fresh sense of freshness.

Speaking of Jiang Shun seemed to feel very interesting, looking at Bu Wei smiled slightly.

However, Bai Wei Bai Nen's face suddenly became very ugly when he learned that there were two other girls who existed. With the last few words of Jiang's stop, he even became faintly blue.

"Oh, yes. Teng Wenyan is a washing girl in Lingzhou City, while Li Yuxin is a county girl who goes out with the drug mother." Nothing is so sad, at least you are not the same ... how do you say it, unique. "

At the same time, the galloped Phaeton car.

"Once the shelf life is over, it is worthless ... at least you are not so unique."

The car Bluetooth played the sound of Jiang Po simultaneously, Han Xiaomei frowned in doubt, secretly looked at Yan Yan several times, or couldn't help but ask, "Strict, strict team?"

Yan Yan turned the lamp and turned around, staring at the front of the car, nodded and signaled her to say.

"That ... why did you have been adopted for three years?

Yan Yan said, "Lifting the other party's psychological defense."

"what?"

"Buwei's place is not amazed from a certain stock in her heart. Although we don't know what the source is, it must be related to some characteristics of her person. Your land consultant deliberately distort the description of the first two victims, The all -round blur and unity of the various uniqueness of Buwei is a method of salary at the bottom of the kettle with a psychological defense line. "

Han Xiaomei, who seemed to understand, forcibly memorized these words in his mind and repeatedly pondering.

——Ip, Buwei has a kind of dexterity, gentleness and pitifulness that does not match age. This unique temperament is rare in many experienced adult women.

However, these uniqueness suddenly became particularly fragile and difficult to maintain when she faced Jiang's stop. It seemed that there was no degenerate weapon, and she encountered the nemesis of nature.

"Uncle Wang is basically in the field. I don't know what he is doing." Buwei dangled, staring at the thin white hand on his thigh: "I don’t know what the police officer you want to say. Do you want to catch me? Can I ask a lawyer? "

"No one wants to catch you. I just said it just to ask you to answer the question." Jiang Pu was still the very comfortable sitting position, pressed the album on the thigh with his left hand, inserted his right hand in the pants pocket, and suddenly the words turned: " - Do you know why the main ambassador behind the scenes should be designed for three consecutive years? "

Buwei's voice was light: "I have told Uncle Yan, I thought Uncle Wang just wanted money."

"If you want money, you won't raise you for three years first, and you can't afford you by himself."

Buwei does not squeak.

Sunshine was projected into the ward from the glass window behind her. Even if the light was against the light, her hair was soft and oily like satin. Intangible exquisite, elegant and fragrant.

No matter how old and natural capital, women are superior. This kind of art -like fragrance cannot be completely derived from congenital, and there must be countless money and financial resources to spend on the details that people see.

"Wang Xingye is just a guest," Jiang Pu said faintly. "There is a master behind the scenes behind him. A person who truly enjoys writing scripts, interprets the plot, and only abduction can satisfy his inner desire; you are his actor, his actor, you are his actor, But it's not the only one. "

Buwei was sitting upright at the bed, and the spine seemed to have a stick support: "... I don’t know who you said behind the scenes you said."

Perhaps the air was too stagnant, or that the gesture of Jiang's excessive stretch was stimulated to her. A few seconds later, Buwei finally couldn't help but look up again:

"But even if the kidnapping case is only a scene, is there really a so -called 'only' of the only 'actor?"

"Of course." Jiang Po's attitude was still bland, as if he didn't feel the little acupuncture in the voice of the girl at all: "But everything has reached this step. girl?"

"..."

Jiang Pu took the picture of the picture called "Starry Art" just on the bedside table just now: "You usually study the astronomy and hard work."

The album was from Buwei. As the corner of the book collided with the bedside table, the girl's heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

"I am different. I hate things that are neither actual nor reasonable. If someone dares to use these mysterious knowledge to show off with me, I basically only encounter neglect or even ignore it." Jiang Pu smiled: "Look, this is the difference between me and you."

Downstairs in a residential area, Phaeton stopped quickly, Yan Yan stepped out of the car with a headset, and suddenly paused.

Both Han Xiaomei and Ma Xiang stopped behind him, and their anxious eyes were concentrated on Yan Yan. saw that he held the headset in the same hand, and murmured suspiciously:

"... Star?"

The ward is filled with suffocating disinfection water. The ceiling and the wall are pale, reflecting a large hazy and no temperature light.

If the expression of Buwei just now is not good, it is now enough to call it cold and gloom. I don't know how long it took, she was like a rusty mechanical suddenly given life, twisted her neck "", staring at Jiang Poly: "So?"

"..."

"So what do you want to do now, Lu, Gu, ask?"

Jiang Pu finally took out the right hand inserted in the pants pocket from the beginning -a miniature synchronous monitor was squeezed between his fingers. He just found a pen, wiped the pen tip, and opened the cover behind the listener, then removed the battery, and shook in front of Buwei.

——Fuzi kilometers away, the sound in the headset suddenly disappeared, stunned Yan Yan, and then the new news shook the new news.

The news came from Jiang Po: [No battery. .

"..." Yan Yan was in shock, he hesitated for two seconds and then typed: [Should I send someone to the hospital immediately? 】

The dialog box shows typing, disappears for a moment, and then reappears.

But the ensuing reply from Jiang Ting was only one word:

【it is good. 】

"It's about half an hour before the police arrive." Jiang Ting put away his phone in the ward and put it back in his trousers pocket: "Want to chat, little girl?"

Bu Wei, who was always as gentle as warm water, suddenly said coldly, "Don't you know my name?"

"I know."

"Then why do you always call me little girl?"

Jiang Tingjue gave her an interesting look: "Because a name is a code name for a person as an independent individual, with special meaning, hope, and uniqueness, and you are obviously just a mass-produced marionette. You are not the first One, and not the last, there will be no regrets in this world because of your departure. For me, it is just a shadow missing. So what is your name and what does it have to do with me?"

Bu Wei's hand on her thigh was suddenly clenched, and the veins on the back of her hand burst out!

"Let's guess." Jiang Ting didn't seem to see her eyes flashing with cold flames, and said lazily: "You met that person three years ago, didn't you?"

Bu Wei raised her head slightly, her face full of "I want to see how much you know".

"When you were a child, your parents used drugs, so your family was poor, living in embarrassment, and you might be beaten frequently for various trivial matters. When you were eleven or twelve years old, both of your parents died of drug driving, which made your unhappy childhood even worse. You may be sent to Going to an orphanage, or being under someone's house, no matter what kind of experience is enough to make a child taste the warmth and coldness of the world prematurely. You think this hopeless and unfair life will continue into adulthood, but you don't expect to soon usher in a dream An unexpected turn of events - when you were thirteen years old, you met a grown man, very rich, polite, and maybe a little so-called gentleman, and let you live the life of a little princess in a fairy tale."

"Naturally, when you first fell in love, you fell in love with him."

Jiang Ting was personable, his palms on the armrests on both sides spread out.

But Bu Weibei bit her lower lip tightly, her fingers twisted together in convulsions.

"Extraordinary beauty, excessive precocity, various family shadows in childhood, and blind worship of cruel and violent criminal power and other negative things, these factors have created your extremely sensitive and extreme character. So when you find yourself just When you're a shadow you probably didn't think you were the only shadow at the time instead of succumbing to self-pity and becoming a pitiful piece of trash, you decided to take the initiative to seize the blow of fate, so you found On Fan Zhengyuan."

Jiang Ting's upper body leaned forward slightly, staring at Bu Wei's trembling eyes: "If you were older, you might come into contact with more difficult elite killers, who are cold-blooded, cruel, expensive, and well-trained. But you are still too young. At your age and identity, Fan Zhengyuan is already the highest limit you can reach. Although in the eyes of us adults, he is too clumsy, it is not unexpected for things to be revealed. "

"...So what?" Bu Wei involuntarily leaned forward, forcing herself to stand firmly against Jiang Ting's gaze: "It's just my bad luck when it came to light, next time I learn a lesson, I will improve. Lu - uncle - uncle."

Jiang Ting didn't care about her title, "One daring act is enough for you to be punished. Where's the next time?"

"What punishment, I have no idea what you're talking about—"

"You know, little girl." Jiang Ting leaned back into the armchair, his expression unhappy: "Otherwise, why did the two kidnappings of Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin happen in the middle of July, and you are the only one in the end of June?"

Bu Wei didn't know why, but she was a girl with a sharp mind and a very high IQ after all. Jiang Ting's words made her instinctively feel something very bad.

"...What about the end of June?"

"The so-called ceremony, or that person's test for you little girls, will only happen in the middle of July every year. Because all this commemorates a certain day in the middle of July many years ago, the story starts at 8:09 It starts when the sun goes down."

"Do you think that as long as you perfectly reproduce every detail and every dialogue that happened in the past, you can pass this test and change from a poor shadow to a true master? - No, what you have experienced is not a test but a punishment, yes Every year before the official show, the marionettes perform a trivial rehearsal backstage."

Jiang Ting's calm and hoarse voice was very nice to hear, but to Bu Wei, it was more terrifying than the most vicious curse:

"……I do not believe……"

"8:09." Jiang Ting jokingly said, the smile on his lips deepened: "If it is placed in midsummer in July, the day will end and the night will begin, which means that the carefree youth is being punished by the dark and long. Replaced. But what at the end of June? It's already dark, and the person who wrote this script is gone, do you really think he cares how much effort and effort you put in to pass this so-called 'test'? The test is already Not for you, you are already an exiled pawn."

"I wasn't exiled! Impossible!" Bu Wei stood up abruptly, but the improvement in her physical position did not give her the upper hand, on the contrary, she seemed to be rapidly falling into the icy abyss: "Don't talk nonsense, you count What?! You're just a..."

Jiang Ting pinned the neurotic girl in place with one sentence:

"Then why haven't you received any instructions from that person since you were found hospitalized by the police?"

"..." Bu Wei's eyes widened, and the blood on her face faded.

"He ignored you, you were abandoned." Jiang Ting looked at her with a smile, and seemed to have a little pity: "This is the punishment for the substitute's vain attempt to obliterate the Lord."

The dilapidated and rusted security door was pushed open, and the air with a strong smell of gray mold rushed towards him.

"Be careful, we don't have a certificate." Yan Yan pulled Han Xiaomei, "Ma Xiang is guarding outside, if you find something, go back to the bureau and get a search warrant."

This is a typical old-fashioned layout. On the left side of the door is the kitchen full of debris. After passing through the small entrance, you enter the low dining room and toilet, and then through a wooden door is the hall with the wire bed. . The steel wire bed is almost suitable for adults to curl up and sleep on their side. It is conceivable that Bu Wei slept when she was a child; the east of the hall is connected to the adult's bedroom, an old desk, a wooden bed, a large wardrobe with peeling paint, and several hanging on the wall. The wedding photos with poor backgrounds in the photo studio ten years ago, the background colors have faded, the faces of the newlyweds have been painted in a mess with watercolor brushes, and the sharp and messy brushstrokes clearly flash with malice from children.

"This place...it should be Bu Wei's parents' house when she was a child. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time." Han Xiaomei lowered her head and carefully passed through the bedroom door, squinting her eyes and looking left and right: "Strange, why is she still Carry the keys with you?"

Yan Yan's voice sounded from the outhouse: "Because she came back recently."

"Hey?"

Han Xiaomei went out of the room, only to see Yan Xun squatting in front of the video projector in the hall.

——Everything in this room is covered with dust, only the projector is slightly new, and there are obvious signs of being wiped. Yan Yan turned on the power, and the screen suddenly flashed a light, followed by a buzzing sound from the disc tray, which automatically ejected the discs that were not taken out before the last power outage.

"What is this?" Han Xiaomei asked curiously.

Yan Yan didn't answer, but inserted the disc into the projector and pressed the play button while wearing survey gloves.

The lighting in the old house was poor, and the room was old and dark. Only the faint fluorescent light on the screen made Yan Yan's face indistinct. The first thing that came out was the snowflakes and color bands produced by the digital quantization of the inferior CD. Then the picture flashed, and it was clear, and the fingers enlarged to the entire screen appeared in front of Yan Yu and Han Xiaomei.

"Does it work?" someone on the screen said.

"Not very useful."

"I can't stop the buttons, it's too hard..."

The picture keeps shaking, and then the focus is zoomed out.

The background turned out to be an office of a public security bureau. A young man in a light blue shirt, epaulettes and ties, and his cuffs rolled up to his elbows, was sitting behind a spacious desk and raised his head sharply when the camera swept over. , and then reached out to block half of his handsome face.

"Leave Team Jiang!" Someone shouted behind the screen: "The car is waiting for us downstairs!"

The young man sorted out the case file, got up and picked up the police uniform jacket on the back of the chair. It may be because of the straight trousers in his uniform. He walks with long legs, and frowns slightly when he passes by the camera; at that moment, his white cheeks, his black sideburns, and even his frowns appear thicker and thicker. Eyelashes are clearly visible on the screen:

"Close it first, start the action and then shoot."

Han Xiaomei opened her mouth, unable to speak, and stumbled down on the sofa.

And Yan Yan stared straight at the screen, clenched her teeth, and her heart pounding violently would jump out of her throat as long as she opened her mouth a little—

This video is a law enforcement recorder of the Gongzhou Detachment.

Bu Wei once hid in this dilapidated old house, watching Jiang Ting imitating the actions and demeanor of a younger man over and over again!