"What will she choose?"
"I have no idea."
"No matter who she chooses, the ending will be the same."
"Ah… "
…
It's about to dawn.
Several police cars were speeding away towards the Yangtze Lake Park where the clown was found.
Su Mian and Han Chen were sitting in a command car, looking at the morning fog in front of the road, her mind was entangled like this fog. She gently held Han Chen's hand. Han Chen propped his elbows against the car window, looked forward, took her hand and clasped it on his thigh.
6:35.
There is still half an hour before the explosion. They'll be there in a few minutes.
The hard work of all the policemen all night long has finally paid off. This time, the two clowns were found by the patrol police as soon as they walked out of the men's toilet in the park. First, they failed to go to the more prosperous road section, causing a new round of panic; second, the police also had more time to defuse the bomb.
"Xiao Zhuan's phone is off." Leng Nian put down the phone and dialed Nag again.
Han Chen frowned slightly, while Su Mian let out a "huh", turned her head and said to her cold face, "That's not right. Xiao Zhuan carries a power bank with him every day, and it never turns off."
The phone got through quickly. It rang four or five times before being picked up. The nagging voice sounded grumpy, obviously just waking up: "Hello? Cold noodles, what's the matter?"
Cold face: "The clown appears, Yangtze Lake Park. Where are you?"
Su Mian looked at Leng Mian, waiting to confirm their whereabouts. Han Chen also turned his head sideways, put his arms on the backrest behind Su Mian, and listened with his eyes closed.
On the other end of the phone—
Nagha rubbed his eyes and sat up straight, looking at the already bright sky, a little dazed. As soon as Xiao Zhuan got out of the car, he fell asleep. Looking at the watch now, more than half an hour has passed, and Xiao Zhuan has not returned.
While reporting his position, he pushed the door and got out of the car, saying, "Xiao Zhuan has gone to have breakfast. I'm sleeping in the car. I'll go look for him now, and I'll come right over when I find him."
After hanging up the phone, he hurried to the alley.
…
"Xiao Zhuan is going to have breakfast." Leng Nian put down the phone, "They will come right away."
Han Chen didn't speak, his eyes darkened. Su Mian let out an "oh", but she always thought it was strange that Xiao Zhuan was shutting down. She was about to take out her phone and call him herself, when the car suddenly braked and stopped.
Everyone looked up at the same time and looked out of the car. In the lush park, the mist lingers like a veil. In front of the remote public toilet, several police cars have been surrounded, and two clowns are seen in the distance, standing in the middle. Several police officers in riot gear were comforting beside them.
The door of the carriage was slammed open, and everyone got out of the car. Su Mian didn't have time to call Xiao Zhuan, so she stuffed her phone into her pocket. Han Chen jumped out of the car behind her, but turned his head and said to a cold face, "Transfer a group of people to see Nagau and Xiao Zhuan."
The cold face took the lead. Su Mian and Han Chen looked at each other, his eyes were dark and quiet, he reached out and pressed her back, motioning her to walk forward with him.
—
As soon as Nag walks deep into the alley, it feels wrong.
He smelled a little blood. This made his heart snapped.
In front, the old lady's noodle shop was open brightly, and three or two tables of customers were too early; on the other side of the alley, scattered passers-by came by. Where is the shadow of Zhou Xiaozhuan? He held his breath and leaned against the wall, looking for the smell of blood. At a glance, I saw a few drops of blood splattered under the mottled wall, almost dry, only a little wet - just in time when Xiao Zhuan entered the alley! And the mud on the ground was trampled in a mess, it looked like a fierce fight had taken place
His eyes widened suddenly, and he frantically searched along the alley, grabbing passers-by and asking them one by one. When I looked up at the bright white sky again, I felt the chill to the bone and my heart frightened.
—
"The first victim's name is Wang Yuande, and the second victim's name is Su Dayong." The patrolman who first arrived at the scene quickly reported the situation to Han Chen and others, "They all live in a residential area not far from here, I was stunned by a sap in the middle of the night yesterday, and I woke up in the toilet."
Han Chen, Su Mian and others also put on explosion-proof suits, and then checked the clock: 6:42. 25 minutes before the explosion.
The most powerful bomb disposal expert in the province has also arrived at the scene and is squatting beside the two victims, taking a closer look. This time, although the time is also tight, it is much better than the previous two times. So the police have two-pronged approach: on the one hand, experts try to dismantle it; at the same time, the Black Shield team is responsible for deciphering the code. As long as there is a way through, people can be saved.
Han Chen put on black gloves and walked in front of the first person, followed by Su Mian.
Although the police have been soothing, the emotional reaction of the victim is still very intense, crying and trembling, unable to utter a single sentence.
Han Chen raised his eyes and looked at him, his voice a little light: "Don't shiver. Cooperate well, otherwise how can we save you?" Xu Shi's expression was too calm and his aura was too strong. quiet down.
"What was the song that the murderer taught you to sing?" Su Mian asked.
"Song?" The victim sniffed again and shook his head, "No, I didn't sing. He asked me to memorize... a poem." At this time, the detective next to him handed over the record book and pen: "This is him. what you just said."
Han Chen took it and looked at it with deep eyes. Su Mian was stunned when she saw the content.
"The simplest existence in the universe,
Staggered rotation.
the most complex form of life,
Day and night.
can cover every day,
Can occupy every year.
Lost will still be recovered.
in my vain dreams,
his name,
It will never be overshadowed by time. "
The two looked at the poem and did not speak for a while. The other detectives beside him were also confused, and finally, they all raised their heads and looked at Han Chen.
When his eyebrows were burning like this, and in the public eye, Han Chen was still calm. Holding the paper, he tapped the back of the paper with his slender fingers a few times. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Su Mian.
So everyone looked at Su Mian.
"Su Mian, I need you to help me determine two things from the perspective of criminal psychology," he said.
Su Mian was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Okay."
Han Chen: "Who wrote this poem?"
"r." Su Mian answered immediately.
She understood why Han Chen asked her. In terms of understanding of those three people, probably no one can compare to her. From the perspective of criminal psychology, the meaning and password of the poems will be very different if the people who write the poems are different - even if they are both members of the seven-member group.
a must not be able to write such a poem. l's style will be more exaggerated, sensational and abstract, but the essence will not be too complicated, that is his style. The poem in front of you is simple, yet you can feel its deep meaning. Of the three people, it can only be r. Besides, L was seriously injured by Han Chen's beating, so I'm afraid he doesn't have the mood or energy to write poetry.
Han Chen stared at her eyes, his fair face was quiet, but his eyes seemed a little constricted, as if he was thinking.
"What do you think this poem is about?" he asked again.
The people next to them also stared at each other, yes, what the hell is this poem about? Su Mian pondered for a while, and then his eyes fell on the paper again. In fact, just reading this text, her first feeling was...
"Why do I feel like I'm talking about mathematics and philosophy?" she said. "You know, there has always been a saying that mathematics is the simplest and most basic existence, and it derives complex disciplines and life. This poem, when you read it, A bit of that meaning. The last few sentences are more lyrical, and the whole string together has a philosophical meaning."
Speaking of this, her eyes became a little deep.
All along, their understanding of r is the least. He is a doctor, he is a shadow in the video, he takes the woman's heart without leaving any trace. Unexpectedly, R's thinking is such a feature. He probably likes mathematics, likes to explore the meaning behind things, maybe he will be very insightful, and even his thinking will be very charming.
A mysterious man.
but…
Su Mian thought, "Math? Although Han Chen has nothing to do with philosophy, he is a mathematician.
Thinking of this, as soon as she looked up, she saw Han Chen's thoughtful expression. The dark eyebrows, the clear outline, the collar of the shirt was slightly wrinkled because of the busy night, but the expression was very focused.
Others are also afraid to come out. All he thought in his mind was that although Han Chen was known as a detective, how would he figure out the poems written by a lunatic. Su Mian didn't think so. When she read this poem, she didn't think of R as a lunatic. Han Chen is good at mathematics, and R obviously has feelings for mathematics. This is simply a pk for the two of them.
In the end, no one expected that Han Chen thought about it for a while, then raised his head, folded the paper and handed it to Su Mian, a faint smile flashed in his eyes: "The password is 18749019."