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Chapter 32: Ji Duan, take me home
"This is... hair?!" Luo Zheng also squatted next to the sculpture, he only glanced at the position of Wen Liang's hand, and the somewhat lazy attitude just now changed immediately.
Kneeling down on one knee, Luo Zheng sternly drove away Wen Liang who was in the way. While checking the situation, his other hand had already taken out his cell phone.
"The hair is not artificially glued on, but grows out of the sculpture." Wen Liang stood aside innocently and reminded, "If you do a Lumino reaction to this sculpture, maybe you can find a lot of bloodstains? "
Luo Zheng glanced at him in astonishment, took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of the sculpture, before Luo Zheng asked, "I don't know who you are, but if the facts are as serious as you say, this sculpture may be To be kept by our police first, we need to open it for evidence."
"It doesn't take that much trouble." Wen Liang said with a smile, and then he picked up the sculpture under Luo Zheng's puzzled gaze and smashed it towards the ground.
With the loud "slap" sound of the heavy object landing, cracks appeared on the face of the sculpture. Wen Liang squatted on the ground and tapped on the crack skillfully. Before Luo Zheng could respond, the sculpture cracked. .
"Oops, my hand slipped." Wen Liang sighed, it couldn't be more fake.
"You! How can you damage the evidence!" Luo Zheng glared at the white-haired man who looked very honest, and was about to faint with anger, "If there is really a corpse inside... this is!"
Wen Liang used almost all his strength just now, the tyrannical force of the sculpture broke a corner, and the hollow part was broken, and then the contents inside were exposed.
Luo Zheng's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the broken plaster. He saw that the gray-white plaster body had not been broken, and there was a mummified corpse head inlaid with it. There was an irritating smell, and the exposed hair was just like that. From here!
After seeing the head, he didn't care about giving Wen Liang ideological education, so he dialed a number and hurriedly reported the situation: "In an emergency, a human body was found in the painting room 109 of the West District Teaching Building of the Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts, requesting support, requesting support."
Half an hour later, when grey dawn began to appear in the sky, the city branch's survey car and several police cars arrived late.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard walked into the Western Teaching Building with the members of the survey team. The lights of Western Teaching, which has always been gloomy and terrifying, turned on at this time, and the whole building seemed to be glowing.
Outside the door of Room 109, Luo Zheng, Xie Jin and Wen Liang were standing there waiting. Since the body parts were found, Luo Zheng drove them out to prevent further damage to the scene.
There were footsteps in the corridor, Luo Zheng looked up and saw the middle-aged man following through the uniformed survey team.
"Team Yan." Luo Zheng greeted him. He seemed to be an old acquaintance with the middle-aged man, "I called you here, sorry."
"It's alright, the case is important, and I haven't slept yet." The middle-aged man with the surname Yan was tall, his face was calm, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were sharper than ordinary people.
He walked between Xie Jin and Wen Liang with long legs and asked, "You two, who found the body?"
Xie Jin is not very good at dealing with a middle-aged person who seems to be unsmiling, and when he is anxious, his mouth becomes hesitant.
"Uncle Xie, it's alright." Ji Duan, who was still invisible to normal people, comforted him, and by the way blocked his body in front of Xie Jin, "It's just a routine questioning by the police."
Wen Liang's eyes twitched involuntarily. He shrugged and met the captain's sharp gaze: "I found out. The murderer has been handed over to Team Luo by me. In addition, we found a body in classroom 109 of the Oil Painting Department."
"Team Yan, this is Wen Liang. They were the people who reported the case just now." Luo Zheng smoothed things out. Although Wen Liang smashed important evidence just now, fortunately, it was because of this action that the body was discovered, in order to prevent them from being punished by the sub-bureau. He even said a few good words for Wen Liang in response to the leadership's criticism.
"In the middle of the night, let's not talk about why the two of them appeared in the teaching building. The suspect was arrested in the dormitory. How did you get in?"
Captain Yan didn't move his eyes. His deep and tired eyes were like two bottomless vortexes, staring straight at Wen Liang.
But Captain Yan soon found that it was difficult for him to find any flaws in the smiling white-haired young man in front of him. In short, he could not see through Wen Liang.
Although Wen Liang's pair of heterochromatic pupils had a smile, they seemed to contain something else, and that thing gradually became numb and lost its own temperature in the long river of time. Even Captain Yan, an old policeman with decades of criminal investigation experience Can't see through.
Taking back his scrutiny, Captain Yan introduced himself: "I'm the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Sub-bureau. My name is Yan Yizheng. Please cooperate with us in our investigation."
"No problem." Wen Liang answered quite readily. Before following Yan Yizheng in, he gave Ji Duan a wink while others were not paying attention, probably meaning to let the other party stabilize Xie Jin and avoid unnecessary troubles.
"Listen to Lao Luo, are you a Taoist priest?" Yan Yizheng and Wen Liang stood behind the investigation team to watch their actions, and he asked this somewhat inadvertently.
"Yes, I'm a wandering Taoist." Wen Liang still had that standard smile, "I've always done some righteous and brave things since I was a child. After all, I can't always let the bad guys go unpunished."
Yan Yizheng said "um", "It doesn't need the public to worry about it, after all, he is a murder suspect with two lives in his hands, if he is accidentally injured, it will be a big mistake. Next time you encounter this kind of thing, you have to call the police first. ."
"Of course, we must call the police." Wen Liang's attitude was very sincere, so sincere that he almost thought he would not commit the crime again next time.
Yan Yizheng nodded in satisfaction. He looked at Xie Jin, who was a little timid behind Wen Liang, and asked, "Have I seen you somewhere?"
As soon as these words came out, several people present turned their attention to Xie Jin, and Xie Jin felt uncomfortable.
"No...no." Xie Jin was very uncomfortable with the feeling of being watched by others. His pale skin began to boil, and his face seemed to be scorched by fire.
And the young man beside him had a panoramic view of all Xie Jin's behavior and behavior. Ji Duan has always been a very suspicious person, and Xie Jin's various abnormal performances reflect a fact.
Xie Jin seemed to know the policeman in front of him.
"No?" Yan Yizheng narrowed his eyes slightly, the fine lines around his eyes gathered together, and Xie Jin's flustered face was reflected in his black pupils, "But I think you look familiar."
Xie Jin didn't answer any more, just lowered his head lower, his thin face was blushing almost bleeding, and his chin almost reached his chest.
Yan Yizheng silently remembered Xie Jin's face, and he didn't try to embarrass the unspeakable man, but decided to wait until he returned to the bureau to find out his identity.
After tossing around in the Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts for nearly three hours, Xie Jin and his party followed Yan Yizheng back to the city branch to make a routine record, and returned to the rented hotel. It was almost time to check out.
"It's so tiring!" Wen Liang kicked off his cloth shoes without taking off his clothes. He folded his clothes and fell to his bed. He faced the ceiling and sighed, "Are all the police doing their due diligence now? It's a waste of time."
No one answered, but there was a heart-wrenching vomit from the toilet. Wen Liang raised his heavy head and shouted towards the toilet, "What's wrong? Who vomited?"
In the toilet, Xie Jin didn't care about the stained toilet, and knelt down in front of him and vomited heartily. Ji Duan didn't know what was wrong, so he had to ask along his back.
"Uncle Xie? What's wrong with you, Xie Jin?"
Ji Duan's voice seemed to be isolated outside a layer of invisible film, Xie Jin could not hear clearly, at this time his heart was shrouded in crazy memories, that scene in the past stings the heart, there is an indescribable sadness.
"Cough...cough, cough!" The only food left in his stomach was poured out, and the slightly bitter bile filled his mouth. Xie Jin's entire back began to cramp. The experience of one night and the torment in his heart at this moment made him a little bit. Take off the force.
"Water! Quickly get me a bottle of water!" Someone shouted beside him, and he ran away with the sound of footsteps, and then turned back again.
Xie Jin felt that the world in front of him was spinning, and he could no longer grasp the old and dirty toilet, his body was limp, but he fell into a warmer embrace than himself.
The sweet and cold liquid slid down the wall of the throat, Xie Jin suddenly realized that he was being hugged by someone, he opened his eyes with some effort, and then saw Ji Duan's worried face.
"Ji Duan..."
Hearing his name, Ji Duan pressed his chin and looked at Xie Jin, who was very haggard in his arms: "Well, what's wrong?"
The man in his arms moved, Xie Jin seemed to have buried his face in his chest, Ji Duan walked out of the toilet calmly, and carried Xie Jin to the bedside under Wen Liang's gaze, he did not immediately put Xie Jin on the bed.
"my homeβ¦"
He could vaguely hear what Xie Jin was mumbling. Ji Duan sat down beside the bed. He peeled off Xie Jin's sweat-soaked hair, and then he could hear what the other party said.
"I want to go home, can you take me home?"
Complicated emotions surged in his heart, Ji Duan held Xie Jin and thought for a long time, he replied softly: "Okay, let's go home."
As an ordinary person, after tossing for a night, his physical strength has long been exhausted, and the vomiting just now took his last effort. Xie Jin fell asleep in Ji Duan's almost coaxing voice.
After carefully quilting Xie Jinye and lowering the temperature of the indoor air conditioner, Wen Liang silently watched Ji Duan finish all this, and couldn't help but ask, "You two... you and him have always been like this?"
"What's this like?" Ji Duan didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He first went to the toilet and washed his hands carefully, then moved a chair and sat near Wen Liang, "What do you want to say?"
"...It's nothing, it's nothing." Wen Liang turned his attention to Xie Jin who was sleeping in the quilt again. I don't know if this man was so haggard that he had a face as big as a palm, and he looked like a student when he fell asleep.
"You want to know about Xie Jin?" Ji Duan observed the changes in Wen Liang's expression, and probably guessed the Taoist priest's inner thoughts quite closely.
Taking the bottle of water that Xie Jin had just drank from the table, Ji Duan didn't show any distaste, unscrewed the cap and took a big sip, "I've been with him for so long, I don't know what happened to him before. very clear."
The two looked at each other, and neither spoke. They were silent for about two or three minutes, and Wen Liang suddenly said something incoherent: "His situation is obviously a heart disease."
The biggest enemy of a person is himself. People who are controlled by demons often don't have any happy endings.
"I know it's a heart disease." Ji Duan sighed heavily, and the eyes he looked at Xie Jin became incomprehensible, "But if he doesn't say it himself, he will never break through his barrier. Let him speak slowly."
"Obviously you didn't succeed, at least for the time being." Wen Liang took out a thick grain steamed bun from somewhere and gnawed on it, his expression distorted from choking, "The treatment of a heart disease first requires knowing the cause, and you don't even know the cause. If you know, so what... Cough, help him."
Ji Duan didn't make a sound, he knew that what Wen Liang said was not unreasonable, he always felt that Xie Jin was running away, but why wasn't he himself running away from the pain that Xie Jin had suffered, unwilling to face the lost memories?
There was a commotion in the pocket, and while Ji Duan was in a daze, a fluffy black coal ball poked its head out, its big black eyes looked at Wen Liang first, then at Xie Jin who was sleeping on the bed, and then got out.
The black mist rose out of nowhere, and a naked black-haired boy appeared between Wen Liang and Ji Duan. When he saw Xie Jin on the bed, a few black hairs appeared on his immature face.
"You are Chiu?" Ji Duan saw those eyes full of anger, and felt a little familiar, so he called out tentatively.
But he didn't expect that the black-haired boy would rush towards his face with all his teeth and claws because of this call: "You bastard!"