Bu Wei was like white algae swaying at the bottom of the river. After a long while, she finally stepped into the ward, closed the door with her backhand, walked to the bed, and sat down straight.
This angle made her and Jiang Ting look at each other and face each other - as if some curse was silently lifted, finally breaking free from the bottom-up angle.
She asked, "What do you want me to answer?"
"Although it happened the night before, I don't think the police had time to tell you." Jiang paused and said, "Wang Xingye is dead."
Bu Wei's face was blank, as if she hadn't had time to think about what emotions to fill on the whiteboard. After a few seconds, she slowly showed surprise, surprise, and a trace of fear: "... What... what?"
"The resident fell from the upper floor of a community in Gongzhou, and the body was found early the next morning. The police initially determined that it was suicide because of fear of crime."
Jiang Ting's upper body leaned deeply on the back of the armchair, his posture was natural and calm, which was the opposite of the girl's stiff and somewhat deliberately upright sitting posture. After a long time, Bu Wei seemed to have managed to digest the sad news that could not be called sadness, and said hoarsely: "...It's so sudden, I didn't expect..."
"real?"
Bu Wei's voice stopped and she looked at Jiang Zing, who repeated it in her sight: "I really didn't expect it?"
"…I don't understand what you mean."
"I thought you expected Wang Xingye's death long ago, when you said 'the kidnapper is my uncle' in front of Yan Yan." Jiang Ting said slowly, "—or earlier, when you listened to When Yan Yun and the others discussed privately that Shen Xiaoqi had a good chance of waking up, they decided to take the lead and throw Wang Xingye out to divert their attention..."
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Bu Wei's sharp voice interrupted Jiang Ting: "It was the kidnappers who forced me to push Shen Xiaoqi down. What's wrong with me telling the truth?"
"There's nothing wrong."
"… "
"But the only one who can prove this, Wang Xingye, is dead." Jiang Ting's eyes showed a smile, although there was no friendliness and kindness in that smile: "That is to say, now no one can prove that you were coerced to kill. , or cooperate actively, or cooperate with the accomplice, or even... be proactive from the very beginning and demand the killing of Shen Xiaoqi."
Bu Wei's expression is a bit weird, like the two opposite expressions of fierce staring and weak and innocent infiltrating and intermingling, so that her voice is a little distorted when she speaks: "Uncle police officer, I'm just a poor student, how can I offend you? You?"
"Don't think too much, it's just a normal logical speculation from the perspective of criminal investigation." Jiang Ting's expression was much more bland: "By the way, maybe they forgot to tell you that you are not the first victim - we found it in a hiding place in Wang Xingye. I wrote a note, a file to be exact, which records the first two girls, Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin, have you heard of these two names?"
Bu Wei shook her head vigilantly: "...I don't know."
"I think you probably don't know either. Teng Wenyan was discovered by Wang Xingye in Lingzhou five years ago. In mid-July two years ago, she was kidnapped and killed together with another teenager named Li Rui; Li Yuxin was Wang Xingye. It was discovered four years ago in Jiangyang County. In mid-July last year, she and another classmate named He Liang were kidnapped and then killed. Li Yuxin suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. It sounds quite regular. It can be followed, you all encountered this kind of thing after being adopted for three years, it feels like three years is like a shelf life when some kind of novelty wears off, and once the shelf life is over, it is worthless."
Said Jiang Ting seemed to feel very interesting, looked at Bu Wei and smiled slightly.
But Bu Wei's white and tender face suddenly became very ugly when she learned that there were two other girls. With Jiang Ting's last few words, it even became faintly blue.
"Oh, yes. Teng Wenyan is a shampoo girl in Lingzhou City, and Li Yuxin is a county girl who went out to 'entertainment' with her drug-addicted biological mother." Jiang Ting's smile became more meaningful: "—So you see, it's nothing. It's so sad, at least you're not so... how to say, unique."
At the same time, inside the galloping Phaeton.
"Once the shelf life is over, it's worthless... At least you're not that unique."
The car's Bluetooth synchronously played the voice of Jiang Ding, Han Xiaomei frowned suspiciously, secretly looked at Yan Yan several times, but couldn't help but ask: "Yan, Yan team?"
Yan Yan turned on the lights and changed lanes, staring at the front of the car, nodded and signaled to her.
"That... Why did Consul Lu say that both Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin were adopted for three years? Didn't you write that in the notebook you found in Wang Xingye's house?"
Yan Yan said: "Disintegrate the opponent's psychological defense line."
"what?"
"Bu Wei's calmness comes from a certain confidence in her heart. Although we don't know what the source is, it must be related to a certain characteristic of her. Consultant Lu deliberately distorted the description of the first two victims. Fuzzing and unifying the uniqueness of Bu Wei in an all-round way is a tactic aimed at her psychological line of defense."
Han Xiaomei, who seemed to understand but did not understand, forcibly remembered these words in her mind and pondered it over and over.
—Indeed, Bu Wei has a kind of dexterity, lightness and pitifulness that is very incompatible with her age. This unique temperament is rarely seen in many experienced adult women.
But these unique features suddenly became extremely fragile and difficult to maintain when she faced Jiang Ting. The seemingly invincible weapon met her natural nemesis.
"Uncle Wang is usually out of town, I don't know what he's doing." Bu Wei lowered her eyes and stared at her white hand on her thigh: "I don't know what you want to say, Uncle Police, Arrest me? Can I get a lawyer?"
"No one is going to arrest you, I said I'm just asking you to cooperate to answer the question." Jiang Ting was still sitting in a very comfortable position, with his left hand pressing the picture album on his thigh, and his right hand in his trouser pocket, suddenly the conversation changed: "—you Do you know why the mastermind behind the scenes designed three kidnappings for three consecutive years?"
Bu Wei's voice was soft: "I have already told Uncle Yan, police officer, I thought Uncle Wang just wanted money."
"If you want money, you won't be able to support you for three years first, and he can't support you by himself."
Bu Wei was silent.
The sun shines into the ward from the glass window behind her. Even if it is against the light, her hair is soft and oily like satin, and her skin is crystal white and seems to be shining slightly; Invisible sophistication, elegance and fragrance.
No matter how young a woman is or how superior her natural capital is, this kind of art-like fragrance cannot be entirely derived from innate, and the day after tomorrow, countless money and resources must be spent on details that are invisible to the human eye.
"Wang Xingye is just a broker," Jiang Ting said lightly, "there is also a behind-the-scenes mastermind behind him, a person who really enjoys writing scripts and performing plots, and only a kidnapping case can satisfy his inner desires; you are his actor, But not the only one."
Bu Wei sat upright beside the hospital bed, her spine seemed to be supported by a stick: "...I don't know who you are talking about behind the scenes."
Maybe the air was too stagnant, or maybe Jiang Ting's excessively stretched gesture stimulated her under this stalemate. After a few seconds, Bu Wei finally couldn't help but raised her head provocatively again:
"But even if the kidnapping is just a scene, is there really a so-called 'only' actor?"
"Of course there is." Jiang Ting's attitude was still very flat, as if he didn't feel the little needle in the girl's voice at all: "But things have come to this point, you still need to pretend you don't know anything with me, little boy. girl?"
"… "
Jiang Ting gently threw the album called "Starry Sky Art" on the bedside table with one hand: "You usually study astronomy very hard, right?"
The picture album belonged to Bu Wei, and as the corner of the book collided with the bedside table, there was a "dong!" sound, and the girl's heart suddenly plunged into the abyss.
"I'm different. I hate astrology and constellations, which are unrealistic and unreasonable. If anyone dares to show me off with these mysterious knowledge, they will basically be ignored or even ignored." Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Look, this is the difference between me and you."
Downstairs in a residential area, Phaeton stopped quickly, Yan Xun stepped out of the car wearing a headset, and suddenly stopped.
Seeing this, Han Xiaomei and Ma Xiang stopped behind him, their anxious eyes focused on Yan Yan. I saw him pressing the sync monitor headset with one hand, and after a while he murmured suspiciously:
"… astrology?"
The ward was filled with a suffocating smell of disinfectant, and the ceiling and walls were pale white, reflecting a large hazy and temperatureless light.
If it was said that Bu Wei's expression just wasn't good-looking, now it's enough to call it cold and gloomy. After an unknown amount of time, she twisted her neck with a "click" like a rusty machine was suddenly given life, staring at Jiang Ting: "So what?"
"… "
"So what do you want to do now, Lu, Gu, Wen?"
Jiang Ting finally took out his right hand, which had been in his trouser pocket from the very beginning—a miniature sync monitor was pinched between his fingers. He casually found a pen, and with a click of the tip of the pen, he opened the cover behind the monitor, then removed the battery and swung in front of Bu Wei.
—Several kilometers away, the voice in the headset suddenly disappeared, Yan Yan was stunned, and then the phone vibrated with new news.
The news came from Jiang Ting: [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 shows typing, disappears after a while, and then reappears typing.
But the ensuing reply from Jiang Ting was only one word:
【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 warm and gentle, 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 the code name of 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 - at the time you probably didn't think you're the only shadow - instead of falling into self-pity and turning into a pitiful waste, you decided to take the initiative to seize the blow of fate, so you found 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 that it was revealed, I will learn the lesson next time and improve, Lu Lu. -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.
"... how about the end of June?"
"The so-called ceremony, or that person's test of 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, it is an annual A frivolous rehearsal of the marionettes backstage before the actual drama begins."
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 into this so-called 'test'? Not for you, you are already an exiled pawn."
"I wasn't exiled! Impossible!" Bu Wei stood up suddenly, 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 true master."
The old and rusty 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 later, go back to the bureau and get a search warrant."
This is a typical old-fashioned layout. On the left side of the entrance is the kitchen full of sundries. Pass through the small entrance, enter the low dining room with toilet, and pass through a wooden door to 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 it is the place where Bu Wei slept when she was a child; the east of the hall is connected to the adult's bedroom, with 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 with her? With the key?"
Yan Yan's voice sounded from the outhouse: "Because she came back recently."
"Hey?"
Han Xiaomei went out of the room and saw Yan Yan 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 fluorescent 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 is not good, the house is old and dark, only the faint fluorescent light on the screen reflects Yan Yan's face obscurely. The first thing that came out was the snowflakes and color bands produced by the digital quantization of the inferior CD, and then the picture flashed, and it was clear, and the fingers enlarged to the whole screen appeared in front of Yan Yan and Han Xiaomei.
"Does it work?" someone said on the screen.
"Not very useful."
"I can't hold back 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 the 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, she stumbled and sat on the sofa.
And Yan Yan stared straight at the screen, clenched her teeth, and as long as she opened her mouth a little, her heart that was beating violently would jump out of her throat—
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!