Give the slag and accept the end

Xian Guoqiang was arrested and his family property was stolen, but Zhang Lin, who was sent to investigate the case, didn't know anything about it. Even the progress of the case was known later than the "outsider" Lu Jun.It is conceivable how empty she was framed in this case.

Another person would have been pissed off. Fortunately, Zhang Lin's mind was not on this case. To be honest, she came to investigate this case because of Lu Jun. Now that the case has a clue, whether she knows it first or later, she Everyone is happy, even if someone gives her a jar of soy sauce at this time, she is willing to drink it.

If Lu Jun was reinstated to investigate the case, then she would have more opportunities to get in touch with Lu Jun, and it would be too late for her to be happy!Just when she was happy, Lu Jun poured cold water on her: "It's just a police assistant."

But Zhang Lin didn't care, she was still happy.Cooperate now, who knows if we will cooperate in the future?Thinking of this, she felt relieved, and discussed with Lu Junyi, planning to visit the homes of the deceased Fang Xing and Chen Cuifang first.In order to stay together for a while, Zhang Lin insisted on abandoning her little motorcycle and took Lu Jun to walk, discussing the case with Lu Jun while walking.

"Because of the dismemberment case, almost no one left the river these days. There used to be three cameras there, but two of them were damaged by hailstones a while ago, and this happened before they could be repaired." Thing, this place is remote, the installations are all old-fashioned, and the places that can be photographed are limited. The murderer should have done an investigation in advance. He completely avoided the surveillance range when committing the crime and successfully dumped the body .”

Zhang Lin said, thinking of the bag of broken corpses she saw that day, she couldn't help but shuddered, she quickly shook her head and threw the horrible picture out, and continued: "After identification, the murder weapon should be a relatively sharp knife , the specific size should be a lighter knife, such as a kitchen knife, or a smaller machete."

Lu Jun hadn't seen the specific crime scene and the victim's body, so he asked, "Why a light knife?"

"The cut surface of the wound is relatively flat and smooth, so the knife is very sharp. This also shows that the murderer did not kill out of impulsive passion but premeditatedly. He prepared the knife in advance to send the two people to the west. "

"Evil comes with evil." Lu Jun sneered, "Those two traffickers don't know how many children they trafficked and how many families they destroyed. I can only say that they died well."

Zhang Lin looked at him, sighed inaudibly, and didn't say anything like "You are a public servant after all, you shouldn't make such 'incorrect' remarks".Not to mention the two people who died, they are basically the two traffickers who abducted Lu Jun's younger brother. Who can maintain their sanity when encountering such a thing?

Back then, she first met Lu Jun because of an attempted human trafficker case - Lu Jun was particularly keen on such cases, he hated human traffickers to hell.At that time, Lu Dudu rescued a child, and he did not hesitate to chase the trafficker who was driving for two days and one night on a bicycle, and finally brought the child back. Looking at the crying family members of the child, he couldn't help crying on the sidelines.

There were so many people present, such a big man, he cried as soon as he said it.I can't even coax you, and it frightens everyone.

At that time, she was watching from the side, and she fell in love with this man. She couldn't tell the reason, but she probably thought he was crying too sadly, so sad that people couldn't help but want to see him smile. What will it look like.

"Your brother..."

"I had a detailed discussion with the boss yesterday. He asked the nanny who took care of Lu Shao in Xian Guoqiang's private villa. The nanny said that Lu Shao had been sent out of the villa two months ago."

"Two months ago?" Zhang Lin frowned, "I just got here at that time... Could it be that he was already prepared?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Lu Jun said, "Until now, no one knows where Lu Shao was sent. He kept this matter quite secret, not even his driver's nanny and his confidant secretary. Sent to other provinces..."

The hope of finding it is naturally quite slim.

Thinking of this, Lu Jun was speechless again.Hopes fail again and again, even if you are used to disappointment, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable.So he changed the subject and asked: "Don't talk about this, you can continue to talk about it, the knife is sharp, and then?"

Zhang Lin looked very winking, forgot the topic just now, and replied: "There is no broken bone, only Chen Cuifang's left calf has four or five deep marks cut by knives. The murderer must have tried to break the leg. The bone was chopped off but failed. Adult leg bones, unless it is a big knife in a slaughterhouse, are difficult to cut off with a general knife, so we think the murderer should have little strength, and his body is small and thin... ..."

According to the news brought by the director, although Fang Xing and his wife had a lot of small fights during their lifetime, they did not have conflicts with others that rose to the level of life and death; Fang Xing often did not return home, and although Chen Cuifang had a good relationship with the neighbors, But it is limited to the level of going in and out to say hello, there are very few private contacts, and there is nothing abnormal about going to and from work on time all day long; Fang Yuan has sufficient proof of absence, if it is said that it is a debt collector, it is not so extreme. Things, besides, the casino has been sealed off, and many people have been arrested, but no clues related to the murder have been found; the clues in the two corpses are really limited, and the first scene has long been arrived by the police. Before, it was almost ruined by the crowd passing by to watch the excitement.

That said, right now there aren't many useful clues beyond some basic information.

"The body fragments we have found are not complete. They are only a little over one hundred catties. Most of the fragments have not been found. There is a high probability that they chose to bury them." Zhang Lin continued.

This is also very strange. Since we can find a place to bury it and have decided to bury it, why do we bother to bag the body and choose to throw the body in the river at the risk of being discovered?

"We speculate that the murderer deliberately threw the corpse into the river, perhaps for the purpose of letting the police find out... Ouch!" Zhang Lin was talking, but she didn't pay attention to her feet, stepped on the edge of the tree pit, and sprained her ankle in high-heeled shoes—— Come to see Lu Jun beautifully, she bought this pair of unlucky shoes specially!

Lu Jun quickly supported her, and she fell into the man's arms - she had to change what she just said, it should be these cute little shoes!

"The road here is made of bricks, so it's not easy to walk. Let's cross a bridge to the other side of the road. The road over there is paved with marble."

"Okay!" Zhang Lin responded with a smile.She looked across the road, and there were many people around a noodle shop. She snuggled into Lu Jun's arms and rolled her eyes, thinking how such a good opportunity could be so wasted, so she said, "Why is the entrance of the noodle shop opposite How many people are there? Let’s go and have a look and have some noodles by the way, you haven’t had breakfast yet!”

"It's almost ten o'clock."

"If you're not hungry, I'm hungry too. I ate a piece of bread this morning."

Lu Jun heard that she was also hungry, so he agreed.Helped the limping Zhang Lin onto the flyover.After holding him halfway, he saw that the woman was hugging him tighter and tighter, and all the parts that shouldn't be touched were on his arm. Looking at this guy's rolling eyes, he didn't understand what this guy wanted to do. He immediately let go of her hand.

"I don't think there's any big problem with you, you can go down the stairs by yourself." After saying that, he left first.

Zhang Lin looked at Lu Jun's back in disbelief, and was so angry that she almost took off her high heels and threw them on the back of this incomprehensible person: "Lu Jun, you bastard!"

No matter how angry you are, you still go off the flyover by yourself. After all, women who can be the people's police are basically delicate and weak indirectly, and habitually domineering.After being angry for three seconds, she "da da da" went down the ladder.

When she chased people to the front of the noodle shop, she found a group of people, young and old, men and women, some of them were taking pictures with cameras, some were talking in low voices, but overall they were watching quietly. In the middle, there was an exclamation from time to time: "Little master draws really well."

Lu Jun is tall. Standing behind a child and looking in through the gap, he saw a 20-year-old boy with delicate features and a brush in his hand. Put it on paper, put down one stroke, another stroke.

After ten or so strokes, a graceful, dignified, dark and antique peony will appear on the paper.

Although the little master is dressed plainly, he paints little by little, dips in ink and washes his brushes, writes decisively, and finishes calmly. Inconsistent stable temperament.

Although the paints and paper on the table are not high-quality, even the table for painting seems to have been moved from nowhere, but even under such conditions, he still used his extraordinary brush skills One after another, complicated peony flowers bloomed on the rice paper.

Flowers, branches, leaves, birds.

Everything spreads out slowly, one after another slowly blooming, each piece of green color is flowing, and each one is dancing smartly.

It is said that every other line is like a mountain, the insider watches the doorway, and the layman watches the fun.But in fact, creators should not easily underestimate the appreciation ability of every layman, especially this painting, as long as you are not blind, everyone can still see whether it looks good or not.

For example, everyone gave Su Ying a high evaluation of the peony painting with practical actions.

"Can you sell it for two hundred?" When Su Ying finished the last stroke, the uncle asked in a rough voice. A piece of cardboard, on which it is written: one hundred per piece, no bargaining.

Uncle: "..." I doubled the price for myself, what should I do?

Lu Jun looked at it a little funny. Although he didn't understand this, he could see that such a large painting should have been painted for at least an hour, and according to the quality of the painting, two hundred is really worth it , Take it back and frame it properly, it’s no problem to fool people.

At this moment, Zhang Lin next to him smacked his arm. He turned his head and heard Zhang Lin whisper: "This painting is of a good quality, if it wasn't for the poor paper and paint, it would be suitable to sell for thousands of dollars."

She comes from a famous family, and her family has a large collection of Chinese quintessence. When she was a child, she was taught by her parents for a while, but she didn't have the talent, so she gave up. But she has never seen a pig run and has eaten pork. She is used to her master's paintings. Afterwards, she gained some level of appreciation by looking at the paintings of other painters. Looking at the paintings of this young master now, her painting skills are not in vain. At least, she should be at the same level as the master who taught her before.

Her master is famous, and a painting sells for tens of thousands of 10,000+. Although this young man does not know his origin, but if he uses a good pen and paper, a painting should sell for thousands of dollars, but no matter what, one hundred is true. It's sold cheap.

The uncle also heard Zhang Lin's words, felt that this was a step, and hurriedly walked down: "Everyone has seen whether this painting is good. The young man painted well. Give me a hundred more as encouragement, and keep working hard!"

As he was talking about going to pay, a beautiful woman on the side stopped him: "Brother, the high price does not count, we are in a queue, first come, first served, and whoever pays the most will not be given." Who, isn't it, little master?"

As she said that, she took out the card with number 3 written on it in her hand, waved it in front of the uncle, then put the card on Suying's desk, and took out 100 yuan: "Little master has worked hard, the drawing is so beautiful!"

Su Ying smiled apologetically at the uncle, took the money and the card, folded the painting carefully, wrapped it in a newspaper and handed it to the beauty.

The beauty took it carefully, but she didn't intend to leave, she was full of smiles: "Oh, my little master is so good at painting, how many years have you studied, do you consider coming to our studio as a teacher in the exam? The treatment of teachers in our studio is still the same. Not bad, starting from [-] a month..."

The uncle who was "robbed" of the painting was dissatisfied: "Is six thousand very high? My little master only paints three paintings a day, and that's three hundred a day, and nine thousand a month. It's more profitable than going to your studio!"

"Hey, what are you talking about, big brother?"

Seeing that there was going to be a quarrel, suddenly there were three applause of "Pa Pa Pa Pa" - Su Ying couldn't speak, so he could only use this method to attract the attention of the two of them.

Of course, it also attracted the attention of Lu Jun and Zhang Lin.

Seeing that the two stopped arguing and looked at him, Su Ying nodded to each of them, then picked up a pen and wrote "No. 4" on a new piece of paper, handed it to the uncle, and then made a gesture to the beautiful woman. A "please" gesture - please go away.How many people watched, the beauty was embarrassed to stay still, and walked away holding the painting.

The owner of the noodle shop was watching, thinking that if he hadn't seen the whole thing from the beginning to the end, even the table was rented out by himself, maybe he really thought that these two people and the crowd were invited by this dumb young man childcare.

This painting... looks good, but is it worth that much money?

Su Ying pulled out the note he wrote earlier from under the felt and put it in front of the uncle: What do you want to draw?

The uncle was stunned for two seconds: "Draw... draw people."

Su Ying continued to write on the waste paper: What kind of person?

The uncle came to his senses: "Why don't you speak?"

The owner of the noodle shop watching the excitement helped Su Ying answer: "He can't say it." He pointed to his throat and waved his hand.

The uncle looked at Su Ying, who smiled apologetically.The uncle was surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it. There are many disabled people doing street art, but such good skills are rare.

He also smiled back apologetically, and then pulled out a big boy dressed in fashion and all in black who had been standing silently, pointed at him and said, "How about drawing a portrait of my son? Can it work?" ?”

Su Ying hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

And the big boy dressed in black in summer was not happy anymore, and his face was full of displeasure: "Who is your son, what nonsense! Don't think that if I call you uncle, you will be able to go to heaven, and if I do this again, I will turn against you!" !"

The uncle suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Baby..."

"Hey!" The boy in black pointed at the uncle with a finger, "Say more!"

"Feng Bao, just draw one. You see, this guy is pretty good at drawing. Draw a portrait and show it to your mother. I'm very happy."

The boy in black snorted: "You like to paint, you paint, and I cost a hundred for each pen, it's rare." After saying that, he turned around and left, not caring about the embarrassment of the unattractive uncle.

The uncle yelled "baby" to the boy again, and when he saw that there was no response, he was a little anxious, put the card with the number in his hand on Suying's desk, said "sorry" in a hurry, and then Chased after the young man.

"Number Four" was snatched by Zhang Lin in the end, and she asked for a portrait of Lu Jun.

Su Ying didn't pay much attention to the farce of the two before, and when they left, he sat down to wash his pen again.After finishing it, he looked up at Lu Jun, then at Zhang Lin, carefully looked at the expressions of the two, and easily judged the relationship between the two.He moved his wrist, took out a new sheet of paper, laid it out, and started to color.

At this time, his heart suddenly jumped up without warning, accompanied by terrifying palpitations.This feeling was so familiar to him who had experienced the three worlds, so that when he raised his eyes and focused his attention, he effortlessly saw the sight that made his heart flutter through the gap left by the two who had just left. Jumping figures.

The task object, Fang Yi.

Fang Yi did not know when he appeared under the flyover.He was still wearing yesterday's set of dirty clothes that fell on the ground, and he was still kneeling on the skateboard, and he was talking to a middle-aged woman with his head up. About to leave, Fang Yi suddenly yelled and rushed forward, hugging the middle-aged woman's feet.

Then, he heard Fang Yi's voice.

"It's me, it's really me!"

The disabled beggar boy held the middle-aged woman's ankle tightly with both hands, and raised his head with difficulty, with tears on his face, longing and despair in his eyes.

His jaw trembled, his eyes fixed on the woman.He couldn't feel the soreness in his neck or the pain in his legs.He smiled as hard as he could, trying to squeeze out a pleasant expression from that sad face, and he didn't care about the salty tears streaming down his neck, he just looked at the woman earnestly, flattering her like a Unrecognizable puppy.

"Mom, it's me."