Chapter 212 Wu Fu 49 Release

Hearing this, Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and the other party shut up and started pouring tea for Xiao Ming's parents.

Xing Conglian said politely: "Originally, I wanted to invite your family of three to the police station to assist in the investigation, but since everyone is familiar with each other, I wanted to meet for dinner and talk about things related to the case."

"What case?" Zheng Xiaoming's parents were quite nervous, "Is it okay with Xiaoming?"

"No, no." Xing Conglian hurriedly interrupted his nervous parents and said sternly, "I just wanted to ask, you took Xiao Ming to Hongjing Paradise yesterday, didn't you?"

Xiao Ming's parents were even more nervous: "I... I heard that someone died in Paradise yesterday. We are not so unlucky to even meet this, right?"

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian looked at each other and were more sure that their judgment was correct.

"During the period of 10:00-12:00 in the morning, are you and Xiao Ming in the park?"

Xiaoming's mother recalled: "It seems that we opened the door at 9:30 in the morning and were in the park, and then we left at 5:00 in the afternoon." Xiaoming's mother patted her son's head, "He likes to stand under the roller coaster and watch Orbit, but definitely don't go up and sit."

"It's like this for gifted children." Chao said with emotion, "I also liked to watch coaster tracks when I was a child, and I thought the arc was very beautiful."

Xing Conglian patted the dynasty on the head like Xiao Ming's mother, making people shut up, and then said to the two parents, "So I don't know if you can recall, have any strangers gave Xiao Ming anything?" In principle, Xing Conglian asked.

Xiao Ming's mother really stabbed Xiao Ming's father, and whispered: "I'll say that there is something wrong with that person!"

Xing Conglian's face froze: "What kind of person do you think there is a problem, and where did you meet?"

"I can't seem to remember exactly where it is... Anyway, it's a very weird person. That person gave Xiao Ming a balloon and left..." Xiao Ming's mother said.

Xing Conglian made a face to the dynasty, and the young man hurriedly handed over the tablet computer. The picture just stopped at the moment when the stranger wearing a peaked cap tied a balloon to Zheng Xiaoming's hand.

"That's right, that's him." As if she finally recalled something, Xiao Ming's mother said excitedly, but suddenly, her tone changed again, "This person who gave Xiao Ming's balloon to our family, wouldn't he be a murderer?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ming's father stabbed Xiao Ming's mother again: "Don't talk nonsense, I was shocked, the police are all here."

Xing Conglian had a hard time answering this question, so he could only say: "The specific situation is still under investigation." He paused, and continued to use questions to distract Xiao Ming's parents, "By the way, the balloon for Xiao Ming, Do you still keep it?"

"The balloon was thrown away. We didn't drive that day. We came by the subway. We couldn't take it on the subway." Xiao Ming's mother said with some disgust, "And we always think that person is too evil."

Xing Cong sighed inaudibly.

Lin Chen picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, and asked Xiaoming's mother, "You said that the other party is evil, what kind of evil is it?"

"How should I say this..." Xiao Ming's mother tried to recall again, "Have you ever seen a person who covered himself so tightly in the summer, wearing the boss's sunglasses and a mask, I remember, it was scary."

"You mean, he tried his best not to let others see his face??" Xing Conglian asked.

"Yes, his sunglasses are so big that they can cover half of his face. I remember that the collar of his clothes was turned upside down." Xiao Ming's mother said.

Lin Chen nodded: "I have to trouble you and your husband to take Xiao Ming to the police station to make a mock portrait together."

"Really a criminal suspect?" Xiao Ming's father interjected at this time, "But it's been so long, we really can't remember."

"The police station has special officers who are responsible for portraits to help you recall..."

Before Lin Chen could finish speaking, suddenly, Zheng Xiaoming, who had been holding his arm tightly, suddenly jumped up and snatched the tablet in his mother's hand.

Just as Xiao Ming's mother was about to scold her son, Lin Chen shook his head and stopped the other party with his eyes.

He looked down, Zheng Xiaoming didn't say a word, and familiarly returned Dynasty's tablet to the main interface, opened the drawing pad, took out the stylus, and began to draw a stroke on the blank drawing pad.

With Zheng Xiaoming's faster and faster brushstrokes, the pattern on the blank drawing paper gradually became clearer.

The shape of the face gradually appeared, followed by the sunglasses mask. Lin Chen noticed that Zheng Xiaoming drew a raised corner of his lips before painting the mask, and then covered the lower part of his face with the mask.

Wang Chao leaned over and touched Zheng Xiaoming's head with admiration: "I'm too good to rely on you. I recognize you as my brother, okay?"

Xing Conglian dragged the young man back with his mouth covered.

Soon, Zheng Xiaoming stopped painting.

Lin Chen's hand was always on Xiao Ming's head, and the little boy raised his head and asked him with tentative eyes.

Lin Chen looked at the picture, then looked at the child's face, and said softly to him, "The painting is very good, and the details are full."

The little fat man's face is soft and his eyes are big, and his eyes are wet, like a little animal with ignorance and anxiety when he was born. If it wasn't for Zheng Xiaoming's weight problem, Lin Chen would like to hold a person on his lap. Now, he only I can get close to Xiao Ming's soft face and ask him: "You drew that smiling face to mean that the person who gave you the balloon was very happy at the time, right?"

Xiao Ming nodded vigorously.

"Why is he so happy, what happened before?" Lin Chen asked again.

Xiao Ming looked at him, picked up the pen again, lowered his head and prepared to create a new drawing paper.

Chao Dynasty hurriedly stopped: "Wait, wait, brother, save it first, I rely on such an important clue to let Teacher Zhang see that he must kneel and accept you as his apprentice!"

"Who is Teacher Zhang?" Xiao Ming's mother asked.

"Portrait expert of the police station." Lin Chen replied for the dynasty.

Xiao Ming hurriedly stored the drawing paper that he almost deleted, and then started to draw on the blank drawing paper again.

Soon, a lawn and a vast lake appeared in the picture, and the children playing by the lake and the shapes of flying white pigeons could be clearly seen.

Then, a man who was looking up at the sky appeared on the bench by the lake. Lin Chen noticed that the man on the bench only had a balloon left in his hand, and then, Zheng Xiaoming began to paint on the sky .

One, two, three...

In the air above the lake, three hydrogen balloons appeared...

Wang Chao took a deep breath, and before the young man could speak, Xing Conglian stretched out his hand to cover the man's mouth.

The private room of the restaurant was so quiet that you could hear needles falling, and everyone didn't look at them, silently waiting for Zheng Xiaoming to finish the final content.

The three hydrogen balloons were tied to a black strip-shaped object that could not be seen clearly, and they were slowly lifting into the air. Looking at this picture, Lin Chen's palms were a little cold.

"What the hell is this?" Dynasty finally had a chance to speak, and the young man's voice also contained some panic.

The atmosphere in the box was tense again.

"What the hell is that what my son drew?" Xiao Ming's mother asked, "Did the murderer really give my son the balloon?"

"It's still in the process of investigation, I can't be sure." Lin Chen rubbed Xiao Ming's head, and had no choice but to avoid topics that were inconvenient to talk about in front of the other party, "Xiao Ming is really good, very good at painting. But you still need to take Xiao Ming to the police station and make a more detailed portrait."

Chao Dynasty also began to help: "Yeah, that's right, Little Fatty is like Picasso's rebirth, it's amazing!"

When Xiao Ming's mother heard someone praise her son, her nervousness was temporarily relieved: "Hey, if Mr. Lin said he was a genius... we have always... raised him as an idiot."

"So you sent him to learn painting later, right?" Lin Chen asked.

Xiao Ming's mother was excited: "Hey, how do you know, it's mainly because we basically can't communicate with him, we just wonder if we can let him draw more, there is a place to express, we do it... Right?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Xiao Ming does have some speech deficiencies, and many communications cannot be completed normally, but his talent for painting is related to his visual-spatial ability. It seems that this aspect is probably his strength."

"Hey, that's right, Mr. Lin, you can leave me a WeChat, we will keep in touch when you have time."

During the meal, Lin Chen was almost always talking about education issues with the parents of the gifted children, until the police station, Xiao Ming's family of three was sent to Teacher Zhang's portrait room, he and Xing Conglian had time to sit down and face the dynasty's parents. Tablet to discuss Xiao Ming's paintings.

Chao Dynasty put the three balloons and the black strip of color that Xiao Ming drew floating in the air to the largest size. The three of them faced the strangely shaped picture and remained silent.

"Is this something the suspect let fly?"

"I'm afraid so?"

"Damn it, what the hell is this black thing tied under the balloon."

Lin Chen pursed his lips and said lightly, "If I guessed correctly, it should be..."

"The murder weapon." Xing Conglian finally said.

Hearing Xing Conglian's answer, Lin Chen also fell into deep thought. The police did not find the murder weapon at the scene of the crime, including the surrounding area. They speculated that the murderer who assassinated Stankang might be a middle-aged and old hand, and he wisely chose to bring the murder weapon with him. Leave the scene or choose a better way to deal with it, but they never thought that the other party would strap the murder weapon under three balloons and send it into the air.

"He's insane, let the murder weapon fly, if this is seen, and it is easy to be seen!" Dynasty said incomprehensibly.

"For criminals, the longer the weapon is on the body, the easier it is to make mistakes. For example, it is a compulsory course for every criminal to handle the weapon quickly." Xing Conglian said.

Wang Dynasty seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked: "The suspect let the weapon let go of himself, does it mean that there are clues related to him on the weapon, such as fingerprints, so he has to deal with it immediately?"

"It's very likely that it is."

"But why did he let him fly? Can't he just throw it into the lake?" Chao Dynasty didn't understand.

Lin Chen didn't answer.

Xing Conglian continued: "Does he think our police are fools? If he throws it into the lake, he will be easily found."

"But even if it's released, it's easy to find." Chao Dynasty said with a relaxed expression.