My paintings

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At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and sir was still wearing the handsome camouflage uniform, and his tired expression had improved a lot.

"Sir!" I leaned on the table, stood up, and called out excitedly.

However, to my disappointment, sir ignored my existence. After he came in, he just nodded to Uncle Li, and then stood on the side with a blank expression.

"You've already met Police Officer Lin, continue." Uncle Li's face was stern, with a businesslike and cold look, which made me a little strange.

I tilted my head, wondering, "I'm done talking!"

"Where's that baby?" Uncle Li asked with a sullen face.

"Who?" I tapped my head, unable to remember.

"Liang Qinwen's unborn younger brother."

"Ah, that kid," I shrugged indifferently, "I threw it into the ditch, and it really disgusted me when I dug it out."

"Lin Xining, you!" Uncle Li stared at me angrily, I think he might want to kill me, after all, in their eyes, my behavior is abnormal!

"Stop for a moment, let me ask." Sir stopped Uncle Li from speaking, walked in front of me, looked down at me from a high position, stared directly at me with deep and sharp eyes, which made me tremble a little.

I didn't care about sir's stern eyes, grinned and called out happily "sir!"

Sir's eyes were full of disgust for me, and he asked me emotionlessly, "Yan Yangchun who was sentenced to death for the serial murders back then, the teacher An Cheng who was killed, the suicide of Song Yang, the son of a high-ranking official, and this time Your... roommate Lin Dongyang's suicide must have been your participation!"

My eyes widened in surprise, "Sir, don't you have an answer in your heart?"

"I want to hear you say it yourself, from the beginning to the end!" Sir pursed his lips, staring at me with a gloomy face, and I was like being stared at by a ferocious eagle, a little creepy!

"From beginning to end? Including my birth?" I blinked innocently.

"Hmm." Sir nodded, pulled a plastic chair and sat down opposite me, with his back straight, his arms resting on the table, his fingers interlaced under his chin, his eyes sharp.

"Ah... that's all I need to say." I grinned warmly at the corner of my mouth, looked down at my own palm with clear lines, and talked about the origin of all nightmares nostalgicly and flatly.

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Since I was born, I have been locked in a small dark room, and I have never stepped out of the door.That's because my mother is a paranoid obsessed with perfection. Like a lunatic, she requires every decoration in the house to be in accordance with her perfect standard.However, I am not as good as my brother. Obviously I have the same genes and the same facial features as my brother, but because I am left-handed, my mother classifies me as a defective product, and she does not even admit my identity to the outside world!

I'm like a piece of trash! !

I hate such a mother, and I also envy my brother who can go outside the door to see, but I am also afraid of their disgusting and contemptuous gaze, why?

"But dad is different!" The gloomy mood faded from my face, replaced by joy and dependence that couldn't be concealed, I continued with a smile, "Dad will put his arms around me and talk about the outside world. He would hold my hand and teach me how to draw, would kiss my face and say he loves me the most...he is different!"

'An'an, do you want to go out and have a look? ' One day, my father said suddenly while holding me in his arms.

I don't remember how I answered him. I just remember that my father came back with a bucket of red liquid after he went out. He hugged me and sat on the chair, picked up a paintbrush and dipped the liquid in the bucket onto the snow-white drawing paper. He said, "Then An'an, let's draw what I want the most!" '

The drawing was of my brother, and I was angry that my father wanted him more than anything else, so I burned the drawing.

Later, my father never came to look for me. I thought my father was angry, but when I mustered up the courage to walk out of the room, I realized that my father was missing...

Under sir's cold gaze, I covered my face and cried out in grief, my shoulders trembling constantly.

"Don't play tricks, continue!" sir knocked on the table impatiently.

I was silent for a while, raised my head and wrinkled my face in grievance, and continued, "I painted oil paintings over and over again, and then one day I met Dr. Yan. As the saying goes, the reason why a psychiatrist is a psychiatrist is because he is mentally disabled." Dr. Yan said that I was sick, and took me back to his home. Speaking of which, his psychological books are quite interesting... Well, the doctor has always wanted to do a human body study, I just used some newly learned language to hint It just promotes the psychopathy of doctors. Sir, you have to know that those doctors have some eccentricities, such as human body research, anatomy and so on..."

"Well, but the doctor is very useless, and I was caught soon." I puffed up my cheeks unhappily, and then I seemed to think of something, and smiled happily, "Then I sneaked out of the doctor's house, However, the matter between him and Teacher Ancheng made me realize that psychological hints are actually quite useful~"

"Did you just hint at me in Meishan Village?" sir stared at me with dark eyes, and his tone was bone-chilling.

I looked at him in surprise, opened my mouth with some confusion in my heart, but then lowered my head in silence, my bangs covered my eyes, and I heard me say "Yes..."

The breath around sir condensed for a moment, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the coldness in his eyes made me terrified, "Continue."

"Sir!" I stood up in a panic, but in his indifference, I timidly grabbed my long bangs, sat back, and tilted my head in doubt, "Is there anything else? Sir, is Song Shao's suicide really true?" It has nothing to do with me, I just made an interesting suggestion to him, suicide or something is probably because his mental capacity is too weak!"

'Song Shao, are you a dog?Why?isn't it?If not, why do you follow Young Master Gu every day?You are very annoying! '

'Gu Shao will think you are disgusting, right?Song Shao, why don't you die? !Maybe Gu Shao will care about you after you die! '

In my memory, I spit out vicious words, and the other party staggered back with a ashen face.

I was there when he killed himself, but I didn't kill him.

"You are very smart, and you have caught their weak psychological problems, including your... old friend Lin Dongyang?" Uncle Li, who had been silent all this time, asked solemnly.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "Uncle Li, you have to know that Dongzi is a mildly autistic person, but I just let him...uh, a lot more cheerful?!"

To be honest, I used to like this little Sunshine that I forged, but Dongzi was still too cowardly, he didn't dare to face the relationship between me and him? ! !

"Since I can cure his autism, of course I can...let him commit suicide! Garbage!" I smiled disdainfully, pinching a few strands of hair by my ears with my fingers, feeling a little innocent, "So, I You didn't actually kill anyone, did you?"

Uncle Li glanced at the silent sir, and finally sighed helplessly, "Although this cannot sentence you, but due to your mental condition, we will send you to a mental hospital in the city for treatment."

"What's the difference? It's still life imprisonment!" My pupils shrank, but I complained dissatisfied on the face, but I am relatively satisfied with the result. At least the mental hospital also refuses outsiders to visit, except for visits. day.

Sir, I want to see you all the time, but I am afraid of seeing my father, what should I do!

When I was pushed into the police car, I heard a policeman say to Uncle Li and sir, "According to the investigation, Lin Xining is an orphan in Meishan Village. Both parents died in a car accident. He was once adopted by a man." Yes, later..."

Uncle Li waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The matter is almost over now, and this child has also been sent to a mental hospital. His birth is not a big concern."

"Yes."

After the policeman left, I looked up at the expressionless sir, lowered my head, bit my lip angrily, and tears fell silently from my eyes.

Dad, you liar—