Yun Hua nodded, "I didn't take it well just now."
As she said that, she stretched out her hand again, took the "Perfection" from Wen Yi's hand, opened it, and looked at the writing on the bottom.
name, and date.
When Yun Hua saw it, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wen Yi asked.
Yun Hua looked up at Wen Yi, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is this Miss Yao's last work?"
"En." Wen Yi nodded.
Yun Hua pursed her lips, "Do you still remember the situation when she created this work?"
Wen Yi frowned, "Is this related to the case?"
"Maybe, just ask." Yun Hua said.
Wen Yi frowned, and after thinking for a while, she said, "It's nothing special. She goes to the West District every week to learn how to make metal crafts. She is interested in this. That morning she went as usual, and she came back in the evening At that time, I brought this work back... Is there anything special?"
"What's the name of the place she often goes to?" Yun Hua asked again.
"Cold Art." Wen Yi said, "It's just over there in the West District. It's very famous. You can find out when you ask. Yun Hua, can you tell me first, what are you doubting?"
"I'm just trying to understand Yao Xixi." Yun Hua looked at Wen Yi sincerely.
Wen Yi also stared at Yun Hua for a while, then nodded, "I think, I have the right to know."
"Don't worry, if we find anything, we will try our best to tell you," Yun Hua said.
Wen Yi glanced at her, nodded, and stopped asking questions.
It was Yun Hua who asked again, "Your father worked in the Wen family branch in another city three years ago, right?"
"Um."
"When did you return to the imperial capital?" Yun Hua asked.
"Two years ago."
"Why did you come back?" Yun Hua asked again.
Wen Yi glanced at Yun Hua strangely: "Personnel transfer within the group."
"Oh." Yun Hua stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "How long has he been working out of town?"
Wen Yi didn't quite understand why Yun Hua asked in such detail, but he answered anyway.
"Eight years." Wen Yi said.
eight years.
Yun Hua nodded, "Didn't you follow?"
"No, I go to school in the Imperial Capital." Wen Yi said directly, "Mom and Uncle Lin are in the branch office with my father. But my mother was worried about me later, and often lived in the Imperial Capital for a few months, and then went back there with me Dad has been together for a few months."
I see.
There is nothing left to ask.
Yun Hua visited Yao Xixi's study again.
Yao Xixi is from the School of Film and Television. There are many video CDs on her bookshelf, as well as many books related to acting, and even her professional books.
There are also some books on psychology.
It is also necessary for actors to learn some psychology.
I didn't find a diary, nor did I find any words or images that could record Yao Xixi's mood.
Leaving Wen Yi and Yao Xixi's apartment, the curiosity of Gu Huaiyi and Xing Fangzhi could no longer be suppressed.
Yun Hua didn't stop until he went downstairs and walked far away. He looked at Gu Huaiyi and Xing Fangzhi and said, "Let's go to the West District now, to that 'cold art'."
"Why?" Gu Huai asked.
Yun Hua pursed her lips, "If I feel right, Yao Xixi's last work, that "Perfection", is actually... a murder weapon."
"The murder weapon?" Xing Fangzhi frowned instantly, "What murder weapon?"
(end of this chapter)