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.
Those eyes were filled with suspicion and consternation, as if they were questioning why Lin Chen could easily speculate on the relationship between Yan Qing and Feng Peilin, as if the culprit was someone else, which was very embarrassing.
Lin Chen closed his eyes lightly, unmoved.
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?" Xing Conglian 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, old punishment."
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!"
…
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.
At the red light, Xing Conglian made an emergency stop, turned his head, and said coldly, "Why don't you explain?"
"Explain what?" Fu Hao said.
"Lin Chen is your senior brother, an expert among experts, why don't you say it?"
"That's Huang Ze, my senior brother didn't speak, so don't push yourself!" Xing Conglian's attitude was too strong, and Fu Hao was forced to be a little angry, so he shouted at him.
"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 cliché: "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 with a click, and dropped the car lock, "If you don't make it clear today, don't think of it. 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 color-changing traffic lights, felt the speed of the car slowly increasing, and sighed: "Have you heard of 'Zhou Wu Chen Huang'?"
"In which novel?" Xing Conglian asked casually.
Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian with the eyes of an alien, only to feel that the mysterious atmosphere he had just created was gone.
"Old Xing, why are you so ignorant of the world..." Fu Hao was helpless, and his tone suddenly calmed down, "But even if you live outside the world, you must know that there are still some big families in this world, they are very rich, Having money means having power, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get in touch with these people, but once they do, they must be careful, this is not a novel, this is a more bizarre reality than a novel.”
"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 involved in many industries and 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? It has something to do with me."
Fu Hao thought to himself, that's my brother's business, and it has nothing to do with you.
"This, can't say." He thought for a while, then shook his head.
"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, it can't be said that someone has issued a gag order."
"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?"
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, he withdrew his fingers from the paper cup, so the cup of warm water fell to the ground, and the water gradually spread everywhere, and even some splashed onto Inspector Huang's straight trousers.
With the flowing water, Huang Ze also laughed: "You are sick."
Lin Chen was a little dizzy with the burning, he only felt that someone tipped his forehead with the cold back of his hand, and then a slightly smiling voice sounded: "High fever, 39.5 degrees."
His smile was ambiguous, and his movements were also very intimate. He was different from the cold-faced inspector just now. His whole face was soft, except for the pair of slender phoenix eyes, which were so cold that they dripped and turned into ice.
"Huang Ze, you are so boring." Lin Chen didn't open Huang Ze's hand, it would appear too pretentious and contrived, he turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.
Huang Ze squatted down in front of him, put his hands on the handle, almost circled him, and asked him, "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, Lin Chen could almost feel his cold breath.
Inside the car, at the school gate.
The wind seemed to carry the salty and humid smell of the ocean, Fu Hao took a deep breath, facing Xing Conglian's back, slowly opened his mouth: "For example, let's say that there are 20 children who, for some reason, were left behind. Playing alone on the rails, 4 of them are children of rich families, they are very smart and elites in the industry, they advised other children that although this place seems to be deserted, there may be trains on this railroad where we are. After passing, we should go to another railroad track next to it, that is the abandoned railroad track, it will be safer, but the remaining 16 children, for some reason, did not follow the advice. So, 4 smart children walked alone On the abandoned rails. Of course, the train is coming. If at this time, you have the opportunity to stand by the switch of the rails, you can choose to let the train turn to the abandoned rails and sacrifice 4 of them to save more children; instead If you don't do this, more children will die." Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian's back, and smiled with difficulty: "Excuse me, if you encounter such a thing, what would you do? ?"
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, I 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 cigarette and said, "But I will definitely admire that Someone who can make a choice."
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.
"Not all questions in this world have answers." Lin Chen stared into his eyes, his tone softened instead: "Not all answers can be distinguished by right and 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 a pure hypothesis. Similar stories might have actually happened.
Because it is real, it is very heavy.
Any question that tortures human nature is naturally heavy.
…
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 large office was empty, Xing Conglian glanced over and recognized Feng Peilin's desk at a glance from the desks filled with textbooks and supplementary books.
For among all the desks there was only one very clean, light brown table top 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 their passions - Jung"
The typeface is delicate and the brushstrokes are delicate, and the person who writes is very serious, but Xing Conglian felt ridicule from this seriousness.
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.
He was expressionless and began to turn the book, when a letter suddenly fell out of the book.
The envelope was white and immaculately clean.
The letter was not sealed. He turned the envelope upside down, shook it slightly, and a handful of delicate white sand fluttered down. 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.
The security guard brought a female teacher with ponytails to Xing Conglian's side, and said cautiously, "Captain Xing, this is Teacher Xu, who is in the same office as Teacher Feng."
"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."
The female teacher frowned and pursed her lips, a little nervous.
"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 when the time comes, he will come Go down 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, so she 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 a position at the level of his line of sight and said so.
The author has something to say: Although the family setting is explained later, let's talk about it here.
If I could, of course I would prefer to write about the kidnapping of the children of senior officials, but in order to avoid the risk of being locked up, I used the setting of the family and made it a half-hearted treatment.