"After you finish eating, go make an appointment with Song Qiao." Zhou Wensheng stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth and said vaguely to Wang Bin, who was sitting opposite him and was licking his fans crazily.
"Ah?" Wang Bin, who was chattering happily and happily, raised his head and looked at Zhou Wensheng with a blank look on his face.
The early morning sunlight shone on Zhou Wensheng's face through the glass window behind him, and the fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose shimmered with his breathing.
"Song Qiao, after you finish eating, let's make another appointment." Zhou Wensheng sighed softly and repeated it again.
"Oh, okay!" Wang Bin nodded in agreement.
Looking at the snot bubbles that were about to come out of Wang Bin's nostrils, Zhou Wensheng took out a piece of paper and handed it to Wang Bin, "Wipe it quickly, the snot is almost dripping!"
"Hey!" Wang Bin took the tissue sheepishly and blew a handful of the snot from the hot and sour powder.
"Boss, why are we still looking for Song Qiao? Can't we just confront Liu Yan with the video?" Wang Bin asked after drinking the last sip of soup and wiping the red oil on his mouth.
"Obviously, Liu Yan is a very sophisticated and scheming person. We don't have conclusive evidence yet. If we go to find her at this time, we're just trying to scare the snake away." Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Wang Bin and thought, you If the kid's IQ growth rate can catch up with your appetite, it will be regarded as my ancestor's merit.
"Think again about Song Qiao's reaction in the video." Seeing Wang Bin quickly clearing away the lunch boxes on the table, Zhou Wensheng's anger instantly disappeared in half.
"In the video, he was obviously irritated by Liu Yan. So from some angles, he and Liu Yan must have differences, or conflicts. And he is not as scheming as Liu Yan, and he is a better person than Liu Yan. A person who loves breakthroughs..."
"Is Officer Zhou here?" Before Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, a familiar voice came from outside the door.
"It's Lu Xiaohan." Zhou Wensheng wiped the corners of his mouth and motioned to Wang Bin to open the door.
"Come in quickly." Wang Bin turned around quickly, opened the door, threw the paper used to clean the table into the trash can at the door, and took the smelly trash can out.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Wensheng saw Lu Xiaohan's thick dark circles and tired, bloodshot eyes at a glance.
"Encountered thugs again?" Zhou Wensheng's first reaction was that Lu Xiaohan had encountered violence extended from the Internet violence again.
On the day the consulting room was smashed, Lu Xiaohan huddled under the table. Zhou Wensheng still remembers that scene.
"No." Lu Xiaohan shook his head gently and sat on the chair opposite Zhou Wensheng.
"Speak slowly." Zhou Wensheng stood up and poured a glass of water for Lu Xiaohan.
Holding hot water and bathing in the morning light, Lu Xiaohan gradually relaxed. She opened her bag, took out an envelope, and placed it in front of Zhou Wensheng.
"I found this on the doorknob of my house this morning." Lu Xiaohan took a sip of water and said softly.
Zhou Wensheng took out a pair of gloves from the drawer, put them on carefully, and then gently picked up the envelope.
Opening the envelope and taking out the letter paper inside, Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but frown.
They vary in size, and at first glance they look like blocks of text cut out of other magazines and newspapers, with a weird little poem crookedly pasted on the paper.
She weeps in the dark,
panting in the dirt,
Blood and tears streak across the bones,
Dancing where Soma cannot see,
She is waiting for you,
Go to a meeting.
After Zhou Wensheng was silent for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and quickly took a photo of this little poem that exuded an inexplicable and strange atmosphere.
"Have you shown it to anyone else?" Zhou Wensheng said, putting the envelope and letter paper into the evidence bag he took out of the drawer.
"No...no." Although Lu Xiaohan had relaxed a lot, her voice was still slightly trembling.
"Wang Bin!" Zhou Wensheng nodded and said loudly.
"Boss?" Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, and Wang Bin opened the door and poked his head in.
"Take this and go to the forensic department to ask Luo Qi for a technical appraisal." Zhou Wensheng raised the evidence bag in his hand.
"Okay!" Wang Bin responded, took the evidence bag and left quickly.
"Ha..." Lu Xiaohan, who had relaxed a little, couldn't help but yawned.
"Miss Lu, didn't you sleep well last night?" Zhou Wensheng said with a polite smile.
"Uh... it's... not bad..." Lu Xiaohan's eyes were a little evasive.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhou Wensheng was keenly aware of Lu Xiaohan's strangeness.
"No...it's nothing..." Lu Xiaohan lowered his eyes, gently clasped his fingernails, and said softly.
"It's okay. If you have anything you want to say, just tell me." Lu Xiaohan's strange behavior made Zhou Wensheng feel a tension in his heart. He vaguely felt that something big must have happened to Lu Xiaohan.
"Officer Zhou," Lu Xiaohan hesitated again and again, and finally spoke, "Do you think I'm still alive?"
Lu Xiaohan's words shocked Zhou Wensheng.
What do you mean she is still alive?
The air was coming in and out, and although his face was pale, there was still a hint of blood.
Can move, speak, and communicate normally.
If this is not a living person, what else could it be?
Thinking of this, Zhou Wensheng silently opened the recorder on the side, and his face gradually became serious: "What happened to Miss Lu?"
Lu Xiaohan drank the water in the cup in one gulp, swallowed hard, and said, "I had a very long and very real dream."
Zhou Wensheng stood up and poured another glass of water for Lu Xiaohan, while gesturing for her to continue.
Lu Xiaohan took the water glass and lowered his eyes again in silence in the rising mist.
Zhou Wensheng did not urge him. He sat quietly opposite Lu Xiaohan and looked calmly at the woman in front of him like a frightened quail.
When he handed over the water glass just now, the coldness on Lu Xiaohan's fingertips reminded Zhou Wensheng inexplicably of the cold drink he drank that afternoon at Baimei Villa in Huda.
The cold water droplets on the outside of the drink bottle that day also transmitted the chill through the fingertips into the bone marrow.
And the texture of his skin brought by Lu Xiaohan's fingers reminded him of eels.
This made Zhou Wensheng feel a little trembling in his heart.
"I dreamed that I walked into a cemetery," Lu Xiaohan said slowly after a long silence.
The husky voice is reminiscent of the desert sun.
"There were many tombstones in the cemetery. I took advantage of the moonlight and walked all the way to the innermost part of the cemetery. There was a grave without a tombstone. I squatted down and started digging the grave with my bare hands. After a few digs, the soil fell apart. It was filled with my nails, and after a while, my fingers were so painful that I was shaking all over. But I don’t know why, I couldn’t stop. I just cried and dug. My hands were full of blood, but I was still there I kept digging. I don’t know how long I dug, but I finally found a dark coffin.”
Lu Xiaohan drank some water, stabilized his slightly rapid breathing, and continued: "At this moment, I found that there was a crowbar in my hand. My subconscious told myself not to take it, but my hands I picked up the crowbar uncontrollably and pried open the coffin. I saw... I saw..."
Lu Xiaohan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his hands were shaking so crazily that the water in the cup was shaken out and spilled all over the table.
"Lu Xiaohan, Lu Xiaohan." Zhou Wensheng endured the discomfort in his heart, held Lu Xiaohan's cold and clammy hands like corpses, and whispered, "Don't be afraid. This is the police station, and no one can harm you."
Perhaps it was Zhou Wensheng's words that gave Lu Xiaohan courage.
Perhaps it was the warmth of Zhou Wensheng's palm that made Lu Xiaohan regain some sense.
Perhaps it was the dazzling sunshine outside the window that dispelled the fear in my heart.
In short, after losing control for two or three minutes, Lu Xiaohan gradually regained his composure.
She raised her dark eyes, met Zhou Wensheng's gaze, and said almost word for word: "I saw me lying in that coffin."
"boom!"
Before Lu Xiaohan finished speaking, the door to Zhou Wensheng's office was suddenly pushed open from the outside and smashed into the wall.
Zhou Wensheng and Lu Xiaohan were so frightened that they almost jumped out of their chairs, their hearts stuck in their throats and beating desperately.
"Boss!" The voice of the person at the door was frightened and trembling.
Zhou Wensheng raised his head and saw Wang Bin standing leaning against the door frame at the door.
At this moment, he wished that the thousands of alpacas racing in his heart would trample Wang Bin into a pulp.
"What happened?" Zhou Wensheng forcefully pushed back the alpaca that was about to come out of his heart.
"Fa...Forensic Medicine Department..." Wang Bin was sweating profusely, his legs were trembling, his face was pale, and his trembling hands pointed directly in the direction of the Forensic Medicine Department.
