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Chapter 15
Chapter 15 One Sand 15 Old Events
The wind and rain were getting stronger outside the window. The strong wind and the branches and leaves were desperately knocking on the edge of the window. Zhang Xiaolong stopped at the right moment.
Dozens of eyes in the house converged on Lin Chen again.
Doubt, astonishment, and even as if the culprit is someone else, such a look is very embarrassing.
Lin Chen closed his eyes lightly, unmoved.
Only Huang Ze could feel that Lin Chen's body was shaking slightly, it was very hot, and it was very difficult.
Fu Hao was very angry. He gritted his teeth and tried to open his mouth, but was held down by Xing Cong.
"It looks like I have to invite Mr. Feng over for a cup of tea, don't you think, political commissar?" He rubbed his beard and pulled everyone's attention away from Lin Chen.
The political commissar's face was very red, but he still pretended to be deep. After a moment of indulgence, he said "yes".
Xing Conglian stood up, the chair and the ground made a rough sound, he looked at Lin Chen's direction subconsciously, and wanted to take Lin Chen with him, but Lin Chen didn't look at him.
Huang Ze put away the book, raised his stern face slightly, and said, "Captain Xing, it doesn't seem good to let irrelevant people participate in solving the case."
"Mr. Lin once played a key role in the detection of this case, how can it be irrelevant?"
Hearing Xing Conglian's words, Huang Ze flipped through the book, as if he had seen some records, but raised his head and asked, "It seems that Professor Fu is the police force's specially-appointed psychology expert?"
Xing Conglian was suddenly speechless, he wanted to argue again, but saw Lin Chen slightly open his eyes, looked at him, and shook his head.
Fu Hao quickly grabbed Xing Conglian: "Let's go, Lao Xing, let's arrest him!"
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The camphor was blown by the wind on the side of the road, the jeep galloped past, Fu Hao was silent, Xing Conglian just stepped on the accelerator, the atmosphere in the car was terrifyingly gloomy.
Encountering a red light, Xing Cong even made an emergency stop and slammed the horn with force.
"Why don't you explain?"
"Explain what?"
"Lin Chen is your senior brother, an expert among experts, why don't you say it!"
"That's Huang Ze, senior brother doesn't say anything, what are you trying to do!" Fu Hao was a little angry because of Xing Conglian's tough attitude.
"What's wrong with Huang Ze, you are too scared to speak when you see Huang Ze?"
"Huang Ze, that's Senior Brother's!"
Fu Hao was about to say something, but saw Xing Conglian's eyes flickering, he suddenly understood that Xing Conglian was talking in a clichΓ©: "Old Xing, you have learned badly!"
Fu Hao's teeth were itching with anger.
"Come on, tell me, what happened to Huang Ze and Lin Chen, what's going on with the festival, and the one surnamed Chen..." He said, slamming down the car lock, "If you don't make it clear today, don't do it. Figure out this door."
Men are indeed more troublesome than women when it comes to gossiping, because they are very persistent and have a lot of tactics.
Fu Hao looked at the traffic lights that changed colors, felt the speed of the car slowly increasing, and sighed: "Have you heard of the Nanbei Shijia?"
"In which novel?"
Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian with the eyes of an alien, and the unfathomable atmosphere disappeared.
"Lao Xing, you are really a master of the world..." Professor Fu was helpless, and his tone suddenly calmed down: "Even if you live outside the world, you must know that there are still some big families in this world, they are very rich and have Money means power, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach these people, but once they do, they must be careful. This is not a novel, this is a reality that is more ups and downs than fiction.β
"What's the meaning?"
"Nanbei Shijia, Zhou Wu Chen Huang." Fu Hao looked ahead, opened his mouth softly, and said eight words.
The rain outside the car was a bit loud, and the engine inside the car was also a bit loud. Fu Hao didn't speak, and Xing Conglian didn't speak.
After a long time, the unshaven man parked the car on the side of the road and pulled the handbrake: "Oh, and then what?"
His tone was very light, so light that he didn't care, that is, he didn't care.
Fu Hao was suddenly speechless. He thought his words were careful enough to make people vigilant, but Xing Cong didn't even take a single sentence to heart.
"Can you be serious, these four families are very rich."
"What does it have to do with me if they have money and don't give me money?"
"Then what is it about you?"
"Zhou Wu... What Huang, how did Lin Chen offend them?"
Fu Hao thought to himself, that's also Lin Chen's problem, and it has nothing to do with you.
"This, can't say."
"Why can't you tell."
The school gate of Shishi Elementary School was close at hand, and the strong wind blew the branches all over the ground, and a bleak scene was in front of him.
Looking at such a scene, people's mood will also be very depressed.
"Because, someone won't let us talk."
"You are so boring."
Xing Conglian took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, then prepared to open the door and get out of the car.
Just as he stepped out of the car with one leg across, he heard the person behind him ask a question.
"Lao Xing, do you think that human beings are created equal and that everyone's life is the same?"
"Is not it?"
"Then the thief's life, the life of the family's children, your life and Feng Peilin's life, are both as valuable?"
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In this world, there are many questions that are hard to answer, and many people that are speechless.
There were only two people left in the police office.
The policewoman, who originally wanted to stay and sort out, was kicked out of the room by the airborne inspector before she could pick up a chair.
Lin Chen felt that someone handed him a glass of water, the water temperature was very suitable, about 40 degrees.
Huang Ze was the only person who had to measure the temperature to single digits even for a glass of water.
Knowing that it was Huang Ze, Lin Chen withdrew his fingers on the paper cup, so the cup of warm water just fell to the ground, and the water splashed everywhere, and even some directly splashed onto Inspector Huang's straight trousers.
With the flowing water, Huang Ze also laughed: "You are sick." He said, putting his hand on Lin Chen's forehead lightly, "High fever, 39.5 degrees."
His smile was ambiguous, and his actions were also very intimate. He was different from the cold-faced inspector just now. His whole face was soft, but the pair of slender phoenix eyes were so cold that they could drip and freeze into ice.
"Huang Ze, you are so boring." Lin Chen didn't open Huang Ze's hand, because it would appear too pretentious and contrived,
Huang Ze squatted down in front of Lin Chen, put his hands on the handle, and almost circled Lin Chen. He asked, "How have you been in the past three years?"
"If I had a good time, you would have taken care of me already, how could you be so at ease?"
"I feel sorry for you." Huang Ze said, and leaned forward again, because the distance was too close, he could almost feel Lin Chen's hot and painful breath, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted, so he asked a question : "So, in the past three years, have you ever regretted for a second that you didn't save her?"
While waiting for the answer, Huang Ze wanted to look at Lin Chen's chapped lips due to the high fever. He thought, if Lin Chen answered yes, then he would definitely pour him another glass of water and force him to drink it.
"Suppose there are 20 people playing on the rails, and 4 of them are children of rich families, they are very smart and they are elites in the industry, and they advise other children that there will be trains on this rail, you should I went to play on an abandoned railway track next to it, but the remaining 16 children, for various reasons, did not follow the advice. So, these 4 children walked to the abandoned railway track alone. Of course, the train came. If this time , you are standing next to the switch of the rail, you can choose to make the train turn to the abandoned rail, sacrifice 4 of them to save more children; on the contrary, if you don't do this, more children will die. Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian's back and smiled with difficulty: "Excuse me, what would you do if you encountered such a thing?"
Xing Conglian's hair was wet from the rain, and the half of his body sticking out of the car door was soaked. He maintained this posture, like a stone sculpture, as if he had been thinking for a long time.
Finally, took out the lighter and hit it twice, but it didn't hit.
"I have no way to answer this question." With a puff, the flames finally came out. He put the lighter close to the cigarette and lit it for a long time before lighting it. He exhaled the smoke and said, "But I will definitely admire that Someone who can make a choice."
"Not all questions in this world have answers." Lin Chen stared at Huang Ze's icy eyes, his tone softened instead: "Not all answers will distinguish right from wrong."
Huang Ze stood up abruptly, if he wasn't still in the criminal police team and the surveillance was tight around him, he would definitely grab Lin Chen's neck.
Xing Conglian was very smart. Of course he knew that the story Fu Hao told was not an assumption, but a real occurrence.
Because it is real, it is very heavy.
Any question that tortures human nature is naturally heavy.
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Because of the suspension of classes, there are no students in the municipal elementary school, and there are very few teachers working.
The class bell rang as usual, Xing Conglian put out the cigarette and followed the school security to Feng Peilin's office.
The big office was empty, and Xing Conglian didn't even need to ask. He glanced over and recognized Feng Peilin's desk.
The table was clean, light brown with nothing but a book on it.
Xing Conglian put on gloves, walked to the window, and picked up the book.
Opening the cover, the title page reads:
Those who have not gone through the purgatory of passion have never overcome passion. - Jung.
The fonts are beautiful, the strokes are delicate, and the people who write are very serious. This seriousness represents ridicule.
Even without Lin Chen present, he could imagine how the writer would sit by the window, raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and write this line of words.
Xing Conglian was expressionless and started to flip through the book. At this moment, a letter suddenly fell out of the book.
The envelope was white and immaculately clean.
The letter was not sealed, Xing Conglian turned the envelope upside down, shook it, and a handful of delicate white sand fluttered down one after another. Other than that, there was nothing.
If it is said, the words on the title page represent ridicule.
Such an envelope full of white sand is a blatant provocation.
"Captain Xing, this is Teacher Xu, from the same office as Teacher Feng."
The security guard came to Xing Conglian with a female teacher with a ponytail.
"Oh, good." Xing Conglian handed the book and envelope to Fu Hao, and sat down with the female teacher.
"I want to ask you a few questions about Teacher Feng."
Anyone who faces the police will be nervous. The female teacher frowned and pursed her lips.
"Mr. Feng, how does he treat the students?"
"He treats students very well. As a Chinese teacher, he is very personable and eloquent. The students like him."
"How about Mr. Feng's family situation, do you know?"
"Mr. Feng isn't married yet, but that's why she is more popular with female students."
"Then Mr. Feng's words and deeds, is there anything in him that makes you feel that something is not right?" Xing Conglian asked.
"Speaking of strange places..." The female professor frowned, as if remembering something: "Mr. Feng calls her mother every day, and she has to set a fixed time. Sometimes he is in class and will run away when the time comes. Go to the hallway and call mom."
The son is about 35-40 years old and the mother is about 65 years old. The mother disciplines her son harshly.
Xing Conglian suddenly remembered Lin Chen's reasoning, and couldn't help but look at Fu Hao.
"What else?" he continued.
"Also..." The female teacher rubbed her nose and said, "Mr. Feng sometimes doesn't care about people, and likes to sit by the window and be alone in a daze."
"Do you sit like this?"
Xing Conglian moved his chair aside, sat in front of Feng Peilin's desk, and looked out the window.
Then, he was stunned.
Seeing Xing Conglian petrified in front of the window and didn't speak for a long time, Fu Hao couldn't help but push him: "What's wrong, Lao Xing?"
"Feng Peilin, I'm looking at Lin Chen..."
Xing Conglian pulled Fu Hao to the level of his line of sight and muttered.