"What happened to the rose?"
The young man across from the deck suddenly raised his head and asked.
Probably because there have been too many cases recently, and the reasoning ability of the dynasty is increasing day by day, or, in other words, after encountering too many things, the pure mind will gradually become sharper.
Lin Chen felt that the matcha ice cream in his mouth was slightly bitter, and he thought that Xing Conglian must feel the same way.
"Little Wang Xiansen, you seem to have a lot of questions recently?" Xing Conglian said.
"Wait... Rose, Orioles?"
As if finally realizing the joints, after reading these two key words, Wang Chao grabbed the computer and typed only one word.
Although the notebook turned his back to them, Lin Chen still guessed from the boy's stiff face that he had probably discovered the thing they wanted to hide from him.
"Why are you hiding from me!"
The teenager suddenly turned the laptop over, and photos of different sizes appeared on the screen.
Birds are in every photo.
Those birds with taupe feathers and equally taupe beaks soared in the sky or sang softly on the branches, and one of them was stabbed to death in the stem of a rose.
There was even an English writer who wrote a very sad and beautiful fairy tale about the bird that died from the rose.
Lin Chen moved his gaze to the search bar, and looked at the results the boy found by himself, he couldn't help but sigh, if this goes on like this, the dynasty will probably be able to be on its own soon.
There were only two words on the search bar. It was the name of a bird, and the name of that bird was Nightingale.
Generally speaking, nightingales are not beautiful birds, but they have a very wide range of sounds. Unlike other birds, nightingales are rare birds that sing at night. Therefore, this is what nightingales are called nightingales. reason.
In fact, if it was just a dead nightingale, it wouldn't make Lin Chen feel the biting cold.
The reason why he can feel the chills is entirely because of the very famous fairy tale written by the British writer Oscar Wilde.
He hadn't read that story for a long, long time. Specifically, he had only read that fairy tale once at a very long time, but so far, he can still clearly remember every detail in that fairy tale.
The story originated from a young student who wanted to invite the girl he liked to dance.
The girl's request was very simple. She said that if he picked a red rose for her, she would agree to dance with him at the prince's dinner until dawn.
But in the middle of winter, where can young students find a red rose
The young student thus wept in the garden, and like most of Wilde's fairy tales, the little Nightingale heard the object of his nightly singing cry in the garden.
Looking at his beautiful face turned sad, Little Nightingale thought, your love is so deep, and you just want a rose, I can always find a red rose for you.
Then, it met a white rose as white as the foam of the sea, and a yellow rose as yellow as the golden hair of a mermaid, but they were not the red roses he wanted.
In the end, Little Nightingale came to a withered red rose.
But the rhizome of the red rose has been broken by the storm, and the bloodline has been destroyed by the cold winter. The red rose said that it cannot bloom this year, and the only way to make it bloom is terrible.
Lin Chen once again recalled the scene when Xing Conglian opened the bunch of roses.
The sharp rhizome of the rose pierced the body of the nightingale, which was the only way in the story to let the red rose bloom.
Wilde is still the cruel and gentle Wilde.
The red rose in the story tells the little nightingale that only its singing in the night can make the rose come into being, and that the rose will not turn red unless it is soaked in blood.
Life is precious, but Nightingale thought, how can its small heart be compared with the human heart
So it agreed to the rose's request, and when the moon fell, it flew to the rose tree and pressed its chest against the thorns, and it opened its lips and began to sing all night, and the thorns got deeper and deeper, and it lived The blood also continued to flow, and finally, the pain penetrated into its bone marrow, and the rose thorn finally penetrated into its atrium.
The little nightingale exchanged her life for a red rose for the one she loves.
But this is not the end of the story.
After all, the love of young students has not yet been explained.
Lin Chen recalled that at the end of the story, the unsuspecting young student picked a rose and sent it to the girl he loved.
But the girl said, "How can one of your roses be worth the many treasures I received today."
The young student became angry and threw the red rose to the ground. The wheel of a carriage just happened to run over the rose.
This is the end of the story.
Lin Chen thought, this is an extremely beautiful story.
He rubbed his eyebrows again and raised his head.
I saw Wang Dynasty's eyes were wet, and the boy's eyes were wide open, staring at the person opposite him.
Perhaps when Chao Dynasty was very young, he sat on his mother's lap and heard this story; perhaps on a rainy night after Xing Conglian adopted him, someone sat on his bedside and read the fairy tale for him. .
But fairy tales are still fairy tales, and whoever intends to turn fairy tales into reality is a hopeless psychopath.
"It's not that I lied to you." Xing Conglian pushed away the ice cream bowl, and irritably smoked a cigarette and lit it, "I just think it would be annoying if you found out, and I didn't know much before you did!"
"Boss, do you think this is protecting me?" The young man realized the crux of the problem.
As if he was poked in his mind, Xing Cong patted the table continuously and became angry: "Why are you doing so much?"
"You promised to solve the case together, how could you hide something from me!" Chao Dynasty shouted.
"You didn't give me money, why should I tell you?" Xing Conglian said coldly.
"Why do you still treat me like a child!"
"Yo, Xiao Wang Xiansen, do you feel my elder care?"
The two tended to quarrel more and more. Lin Chen scooped the matcha-flavored ice cream scoop after scoop and carefully looked at the content on the webpage without interrupting them.
Finally, the quarrel beside him stopped.
Lin Chen looked up and found that the two were looking at him with the same depressed eyes.
"What's the matter?" he asked absently, before moving his gaze back to the laptop screen again.
"Achen, why did you persuade us?" Chao couldn't help asking.
"No, I like to hear you quarrel, you continue."
With this kind of encouragement, no one probably has any desire to continue arguing.
Xing Conglian's voice sounded in his ears: "Consultant Lin..."
The sound of Consultant Lin was more like a sigh, and Lin Chen felt a little itchy in his ears.
"Huh?" he responded.
"Anything new?" Xing Conglian asked.
Lin Chen replied: "All fairy tales are particularly symbolic. Since she deliberately left the nightingale and the rose for us, of course it has a meaning she wants to express."
Xing Conglian thought for a while, and said, "If the nightingale symbolizes that famous Orioles, then the person who ran to the stage to cut Li Jingtian's throat would not be the Orioles, what she wanted to express, she was indeed the one who was caught by Li Jingtian. He was hurt, and he used the dead Nightingale to show his unyielding will, she wanted to commit suicide, and she wanted to take revenge on Li Jingtian?"
Wang Chao shouted, "So perverted, so perverted, boss, I'm getting goosebumps!"
As the dynasty said, the idea of Xing Conglian is perverted, but not perverted enough.
At least not in line with the psychology of a pervert who can stab a nightingale alive.
Lin Chen shook his head.
Xing Conglian was not at the scene, because the camera was blocked, and he did not see with his own eyes the scene when the girl walked onto the stage holding a green rose.
But he was there, and he saw it happen with his own eyes.
Under the circumstances at that time, Li Jingtian had no power to resist, she handed out the flower so tenderly and hugged him, she could kill him, but she didn't do that.
Could the girl who sent the flowers be the warbler
Lin Chen couldn't judge, but the only thing he could judge was that all the actions of the girl from taking the stage to leaving were completely inconsistent with the body language of the rape victim when he came into contact with the rapist.
He put down the silver spoon and began to constantly refresh the page of Weibo keyword search.
Finally, he saw the inference he wanted to see.