Just passing a trace of yin stallion, it was fleeting, "It's no big deal, there are many people who study art, and there will definitely be better than me."
He smiled and said, "Sometimes people can easily become frogs in the bottom of the well. If you don't go out, you will never know how big the outside world is, and you think you are amazing."
Wang Qi felt that there was something in these words, and there was a hidden sarcasm.
Shen Liang's inadvertently glanced eyes suddenly stopped, and he saw something clearly. His pupils shrank, and his hand trembled, "Officer Wang, my body is a little uncomfortable and I want to rest."
Wang Qi saw that his face was pale, "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Shen Liang said no, just lie down for a while, "If there is any problem, Officer Wang can come to me at any time, just walk slowly."
Wang Qi raised his eyebrows. When he got to the door, he looked back and saw that the boy was sweating profusely, "I really don't need it?"
"I know my own body well, goodbye."
Shen Liang closed the door, he immediately walked to the bed and squatted down, reaching under the bed to grope.
For a brief second or two, Shen Liang felt that the hairs on that arm stood up. He fell back and fell to the ground. There was nothing under the bed, and the room was eerily silent.
After a few minutes, Shen Liang went to find a broom, swept out the piece of paper under the bed, and burned it without looking at it.
While doing this, Shen Liang's scriptures were still tense. He began to rummage around the room, rummaging through things, and finally he found several pieces of scrap paper, all of which were letter paper with words on them.
After confirming that it was really gone, Shen Liang quickly wiped a match and threw it in. When all the shredded paper was burnt to ashes, he closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he came back to life.
Wang Qi stopped in the alley, he blocked the wind with his hand, and pressed the lighter to light the cigarette.
As a law enforcement officer, we must absolutely rely on evidence to decide the case, and we cannot rely on imagination, brain supplementation, guessing, thinking, or feeling to determine the direction of the case.
Wang Qi smoked in the same place. Now he has checked everything that should be checked. All the evidence has been unfolded before his eyes, but only one conclusion has been reached. The girl committed suicide.
But Wang Qi just couldn't believe it.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke and remembered a joke made by a colleague who said that they were policemen, not Taoist priests, and could only arrest people.
The manpower and material resources in the bureau are limited, and they are busy investigating other cases every day. Only Wang Qi can't let go, but he feels that the eyes are bright and there is nothing to investigate.
Just like that Shen Liang, Wang Qi noticed his abnormality, but he couldn't find out his motive for murder, the opportunity to commit the crime, not to mention the modus operandi that cannot be done by human beings.
Wang Qi rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself, "What a fucking evil..."
Huang Dan didn't see Shen Liang all morning. He stopped to think about things after painting. On the left was the smell of candy from Zhou Jiaojiao's mouth, and on the right was the smell of tobacco from Chen Shi's nose and mouth. Gone.
Candy is also hidden, just look at Zhou Jiaojiao, she has a lot of candy in the bag hanging under the easel, some of which have become candy wrappers.
"Shu Ran, help me take a look."
Zhou Jiaojiao turned the easel towards Huang Dan, "I think my painting is better than yesterday."
Huang Dan looked at it, "Well, the progress is not small."
He was not surprised by Zhou Jiaojiao's progress. He had long discovered that the other party was talented, but his daily state was relatively loose, and it could be said that he didn't care.
Zhou Jiaojiao smiled happily, "Really, Shu Ran, do you think I can go to university at my current level?"
Before Huang Dan said anything, Chen Shi on the other side spoke, "He's not Da Luoxian, how do you know if you can get into university."
Zhou Jiaojiao hummed, "It has nothing to do with you."
Chen Shi's eyes crossed Huang Dan and swept directly to Zhou Jiaojiao. He was smiling, but it made people shudder.
Zhou Jiaojiao rattled the candy in her mouth.
Huang Dan heard the movement at the door and saw that Mr. Zhang and Mr. Liu came over. The college students had winter vacation. They had plenty of time and came to the studio every day for guidance.
Mr. Zhang was wearing a black leather jacket with no sweater inside, only a thin sweater. Mrs. Liu next to him was wearing a cotton tunic, the length of which was about the same as Zhou Jiaojiao's big down jacket. temperature.
When the teacher came, the studio was quiet, the sound of moving the frame and the chair was gone, only the rustling of pencil cables.
If it weren't for Huang Dan, Chen Shi wouldn't even come to the studio. He had already painted. Teacher Liu came to take a look. There was nothing to say about the painting, so he asked him to go out and smoke a cigarette before coming in.
Chen Shi lazily walked out of the studio, the half of the cigarette in his mouth did not burn his butt, and those who were waiting came out.