"Uncle will play some sounds for you, listen to it, don't be afraid."
After Xiao Huangying regained consciousness, the police quickly came with specialized personnel, accompanied by a doctor, to confirm this clue.
Little Huang Ying was lying on the bed, and the psychiatrist was sitting beside her, reaching out to touch her hair, combing her hair gently with his fingertips, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, take it easy , now do what I say, close your eyes slowly, and don’t think about anything.”
The first few recordings are all different male voices, some are deep, some are old. Their timbres are generally different, but they all have something in common, and the age span is also large.
They were all picked up from the poetry recitation program, and the voice clarity was extremely high, and even the articulation of words and exhalation-these critical details, could be heard clearly.
Shao Si stood outside the door, and could vaguely hear a recitation coming from inside the door.
It was an extremely delicate and full of aftertaste voice, slightly similar to Xu Huanyang's voice, and his age should sound similar, but his bass is deeper, with a special poetic rhyme, like wine that has been brewed for many years.
"No matter how much effort you put in, what kind of desire you have, in the noise and chaos of life, please keep your mind at peace. Despite all the hypocrisy, fatigue and disillusionment of the world, it is still beautiful." [1]
"..."
When this episode is finished—this is already the seventeenth recording, and the selected voices are basically similar to Xu Huanyang's voice. But it wasn't his own voice. They watched Little Huang Ying's expression to these voices while playing, and found that she was quite calm.
She blinked, and there was a kind of doubt in her eyes, as if she was wondering what these uncles were doing.
"There was no reaction and she was emotionally stable."
The young policeman who was sitting on the other side staring at the brain wave machine turned his head and stated, "No fluctuations, you can continue."
Using advanced equipment, they can know the reaction of Little Yellow Oriole to the outside world through brain waves. On the one hand, they want to see the comparison to confirm the guess, and on the other hand, they want to stop in time and reduce the damage immediately.
The psychiatrist continued to comb her hair with his fingertips. This action was irresistible. Every time he combed her hair, it felt like someone was scratching her heart comfortably. Xiao Huangying obviously let go of all her guard.
The psychiatrist chatted with her a few words, all of which were simple, homely words, and Xiao Huangying's answer was very clear.
The two policewomen in charge of taking records exchanged glances with each other: "She is thinking very clearly now, and her mind is completely awake."
"Go on." Wang Dui sat in the middle, he raised his hand, "Keep playing."
Immediately after—
Xu Huanyang's iconic voice slowly came out from inside.
Gu Yanzhou stood behind Shao Si, raised his hands to cover his ears: "Hey, don't listen."
Shao Si lowered his eyes, didn't speak, and didn't want to leave here.
Gu Yanzhou turned him around, making Shao Si face him. Staring at him for a while, seeing how he punished himself, then sighed lightly, hugging him into his arms, without saying anything else, just saying: "I'm here."
"No matter what happens, I'm here."
That night.
The originally bright moonlight was gradually covered by dark clouds that came from nowhere, and sparsely emerged from the gaps.
A car drove in at the gate of a high-end residential area, and the speed was very fast. If there was a puddle on the ground, it would definitely make people splashed with sewage.
The doorman recognized the license plate number, and even poked his head to greet the person in the car with a smile: "Mr. Zhu, come here so late."
Zhu Li entered the circle early and has deep qualifications, so some people will respectfully call him Mr. Zhu.
It can be regarded as a joke, but he did carry so many famous superstars with one hand.
Normally, Zhu Li would slow down the car and respond to the guard twice. However, this time, after the doorman greeted him, he was surprised to find that this person was not quite the same as usual, and only Zhu Li's silent profile could be seen through the car window.
Zhu Li drove the car, stepped on the accelerator, picked up the speed and drove away into the community.
The doorman was left alone wondering: "In such a hurry? Did he not see me just now... What happened?"
After talking to himself, he sat back at the door again. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lianliankan who had played half a game just now, and immediately put this matter behind him. He put his legs on the table and continued to play with relish. Humming out of tune.
If you listen carefully, you can tell that this is one of Xu Huanyang's masterpieces, "Love Is Like a Torrent".
The doorman connected several series of patterns, and the sound effects never stopped, filling the small room with noise. He sneaked a glance at the clock on the wall.
Three minutes past one.
The long and boring night had just begun, and although he had had enough sleep during the day, it was inevitable to feel sleepy in such a quiet night.
He shook his head and sighed: "... oh."
It was as if Zhu Li had gone crazy. His sanity was not clear enough. When he speeded up to more than a hundred yards and almost couldn't stop the car, he suddenly calmed down and stepped on the brake: "Fuck."
He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.
There was a cool breeze blowing in his face, he took a few deep breaths, and then started to go upstairs.
When Xu Huanyang opened the door, Zhu Li still had some reason. He looked around and said vigilantly, "No one else has come by?"
Xu Huanyang had no expression on his face: "No."
Zhu Li immediately walked in the door. He took off his coat and threw it on the ground. The shirt inside was already wet with sweat: "What's going on? What did you mean on the phone?"
Xu Huanyang sneered, "That's what you heard."
Zhu Li walked around the house irritably: "The police station called you and asked you to come over at 12:00 noon tomorrow to cooperate with the investigation? What investigation do you cooperate with? What is the investigation?"
Now his mind is full of question marks, and he can't stop feeling flustered—maybe it's because he has a ghost in his heart.
There is more than one thing that can be checked in. The police sent them over. What is the reason for this time
He couldn't calm down, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. Although the firewood under the pot hadn't been ignited, he could already feel the scorching heat. He didn't know where it came from, and it burned directly to his eyebrows.
Xu Huanyang: "Don't ask me, I still want to know."
Zhu Li: "Are you sure that's all they said and nothing else?"
Before Xu Huanyang could answer, Zhu Li rubbed his hands, shook his head and said, "It can't be that simple. After so many days, how could it be found back on you? No, let's think about it, maybe it's just an ordinary Cooperate with the investigation, after all, the matter of Xiao Huangying is still pending."
But because of the suspension, it means that the police are constantly digging deeper, and they don't know what they have dug up.
"Everyone who should cooperate has cooperated, what else can I ask." Xu Huanyang is not as flustered as Zhu Li. Come straight to the door and take me away."
Julie: "Yes, yes, we have to think so, but we also have to prepare for the worst—"
Xu Huanyang stood up from the sofa, lost his temper rarely, and threw the things at hand aside: "How many times have I said, stop, he is not someone we can control. Have I said many times that he is too dangerous ...you just won't listen. He's going to destroy you, and he'll destroy me."
"Do you think I don't regret it?!"
Zhu Li's chest heaved violently: "Are you blaming me now? Don't forget—that car accident back then destroyed you long ago."
The word 'car accident' stuck in Xu Huanyang's heart like a needle: "Don't mention this."
Zhu Li continued: "I gave you a chance to choose! Things have reached this point, and I can't do anything about it. You think I don't want to get rid of him, how can I get rid of him. One way to the dark, the two of us want to This is the only way to live, this is the only way!"
After the two quarreled, each other fell into silence.
For a while, no one took the initiative to speak.
The night was as cold as water, and it was biting to look at the darkness outside the window.
Zhu Li calmed down and asked, "Where is he now?"
Xu Huanyang: "I don't know."
Zhu Li: "If you don't know, just call and ask!"
Xu Huanyang didn't move. Zhu Li had no choice but to dial a contact number called "him" in the remarks.
The phone rang twice and was picked up by someone who only said one word: "Hello?"
The voice of 'him' is exactly the same as Xu Huanyang's.
After Gu Yanzhou waited for Shao Si to fall asleep, he went out once in the middle, but he came back after making a phone call. As expected, this person was just pretending to be asleep. He opened his eyes again as soon as he left, staring at what he was thinking: "Tomorrow at noon At twelve o'clock, the police will summon him. Yesterday Xiao Huang Ying performed very well, and of course... was also greatly stimulated."
Shao Si: "I know, I can hear her screams even with the door open. But, I can't forgive myself."
Gu Yanzhou lay down beside Shao Si, a hospital bed could barely accommodate two big men.
He wrapped his arms around his waist, held him in his arms, lightly pressed the back of Shao Si's head with one hand, and said: "The process of seeking the truth, most of the time, is to dig out the wound and look at it again, and peel it off. Think about it Those victims who took the initiative to call the police, their biggest wish is to let the prisoner get the punishment he deserves, and he doesn't want others to suffer what she suffered. In this matter, you are not doing it right, but you are not wrong."
"We are proud of Little Huangying," Gu Yanzhou continued in his ear, "but excessive self-restraint is the most useless emotion, it can't change what has happened, and it can't decide what will happen in the future."
Shao Si opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Gu Yanzhou directly put his palms on his eyes: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."
The author has something to say: [1]: From "What We Need Most" Max Ehrman