Dr. Rin

In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Lin will always look like that virtuous man, polite and gentle, the bamboo arrow in the southeast, the cleanest and most beautiful peak on the towering snow mountain, and the beauty that falls into the eyes during the 24 seconds of the clouds and the setting sun.

They are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Suqin has never paid special attention to Jiang Lin, but he is such a person. He looks deserted, but when he really gets in touch with him, he feels that this person is not good.

I can't tell what's good, but I feel that his footsteps are accompanied by the morning sun in an orderly manner, and his clear voice and gentle tone seem to be cast by some spell, which makes people feel at ease inexplicably.

If such a person really wants to treat someone well, it is probably Jiang Lin's appearance to Shen Li, who melts the tenderness into the details. The sweetness of love seen by outsiders is actually nothing but their commonplace.

Shen Li played the game for nearly half the night yesterday, and felt in a daze that the people beside him were not there. Then he slipped on his slippers and came down to eat breakfast along with the scent. He still didn't forget to say to Su Qin, who was a guest: "Eat more, and talk to Jiang Lin after eating." At this point, he deliberately glanced at Jiang Lin who had finished his breakfast and was sitting there drinking coffee. Rin, what he said was that his face was not red and his heart was not flustered: "Forget it when he sees me sleeping and no one talks to him, he will scratch his heart and liver at that time."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lin's face turned red, and Uncle Shen happily went upstairs to sleep.

Su Qinna was going back and forth in her stomach, and when she finally reached her mouth, she couldn't say it for a while, making her feel flustered and anxious, but Jiang Lin was transparent, and it didn't take long before she took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Miss Su, what's the matter?" It’s okay to talk.”

Su Qin is not a coy person, and he didn't come here to have breakfast with others, so he said the well-worded words before, "Jiang Lin, I always feel that many things happened too strange... ...It seems that many clues point to Shen Li, but at the crucial point in time, there is always a new logic reminding me that Shen Li is innocent."

This was probably the only time Suqin narrated her feelings in such an endless manner since she became an adult. She looked at Jiang Lin seriously with her eyes, and she was afraid that he might not understand what she meant.

Jiang Lin didn't shy away from such a topic. It seemed that the person he was discussing was not the person who was still sleeping on the bed upstairs. He said, "Did you find something wrong with him?"

"I didn't find anything wrong with him, but I learned too much from Police Officer Zhou. The reason why he took me to the police station as a suspect was because the right side of a portrait in my painting There is a black mole on the thumb of the palm." She exhaled inaudibly, "In the two cases of intentional homicide investigated by Police Officer Zhou, the dead woman also had the same mole on the right thumb. A mole."

Like the perennial frozen ice above the cliff cave suddenly melted, a drop of water suddenly fell, and the crisp crashing sound was as loud as a bell in the dark and quiet cliff cave.

"So, you suspect that Shen Li tampered with your painting?"

Su Qin is not a local, and she came here purely for the art exhibition. She doesn't know many friends in this city, and it can even be said that there are only a handful of them. The only people who have the opportunity to play tricks on her paintings are Just him.

Jiang Lin leaned forward, put his arms on the table, and crossed his hands naturally.

Some people say that this is a sign of nervousness, because the hands are at a loss because of the tension, and they are crossed together to find a fulcrum.

But Jiang Lin was not nervous at all, but his calm heart was full of aggression at the moment, like a leopard ready to go, lurking in the humid rainforest, quietly waiting for the best opportunity.

"You told Zhou Yikai about this?"

Su Qin shook her head: "No, I know, he shouldn't be the one who tampered with my painting."

"Who else could that be?"

Whether it is the driver or the assistant beside Suqin, they have been employed for many years. If they really want to torment their boss, there is no need to wait until now, not to mention that they hardly have any motive for committing crimes.

Su Qin frowned involuntarily when he thought of this, the clue that he was going to get was cut off like a kite string, and he had no choice but to stand still and watch the kite fly farther and farther: "No matter what I said, it’s good to catch the murderer. As for whether to leave the evidence on my painting, even if the difficulty of the investigation is ignored, it’s actually not very meaningful. After all, his target is not me, he wants From the beginning to the end, the real criminals fell into the French Open, and I was just a pawn on his chessboard, insignificant. Now that this matter has been resolved, he will not do anything that will hurt me again matter."

"But you still seem to have a thorn in your heart, and you can't find the most precise place to pull it out, right?"

Su Qin looked at Jiang Lin who was sitting across from him. He didn't know when he changed his sitting posture. He leaned against the back of the chair with his wide waist, his shoulders hung naturally, his right arm joints were supported on the chair handle, and his head fell sideways on his right hand. on the palm of your hand.

"Jiang Lin, as a psychologist, are you always so sharp?"

There seemed to be a trace of grievance in these words.

Jiang Lin smiled, and said informally, "Okay, I'll be more tactful next time."

She told Jiang Lin what she had kept in her heart no matter whether it was appropriate or not, and she finally felt a little more comfortable in her heart, and she sat down for a while before planning to leave.

Jiang Lin took out an exquisitely packaged small paper box from the refrigerator, which was a teacher's day gift prepared by a student yesterday. Jiang Lin didn't eat sweets very much, but Shen Li ate a mango pan halberd a few days ago. No, I don't like to touch these these days, so this box of limited edition biscuits was borrowed and offered to Suqin.

The coldness of the box spread from the fingertips to the palm of the hand in an instant. Before leaving, Su Qin added seriously: "Jiang Lin, although there are some things I shouldn't say so bluntly, I hope you will pay more attention to Shen. Li." Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered the way Jiang Lin called Shen Li over for dinner today, and seemed a little unbearable, but continued, "I know this contradicts what I said before, but I am a human being and an intuitive species , while science always precedes gradual development, intuition always precedes."

This is her advice.

Advice to Jiang Lin as Shen Li's friend.

Jiang Lin thanked him and sent him out the door.

The smile that hadn't completely stayed on his face gradually enlarged, and he slowly walked back to the original seat and sat down. After a while, the clear voice slowly uttered a sentence: "Sometimes a woman's intuition , is a gift from God.”