Qiu Yuchuan took out the portrait of the girl just now.
"Is this the Jasmine you're talking about?" Liu Mengwei didn't understand what he was trying to do.
"That's what No. 17 said." Qiu Yuchuan replied.
"No. 17?" Liu Mengwei reacted and realized that he was talking about Lin Xuerou.
"That's the little girl you sent in. I heard that as long as the guardian signs, she will live in. Do you have a guardian? Ask him to sign too, and you can live in room 18." Qiu Yuchuan also He is making his little calculation crazily.
Hearing this, Liu Mengwei couldn't help but be stunned. Was it really because of herself and a signature that Lin Xuerou was sent to such a place that was "good for her"?
"How is Lin Xuerou doing now?"
"Who?" Qiu Yuchuan had a confused expression on his face.
Liu Mengwei said angrily: "Stop pretending to be stupid! She is not No. 17, she has a name, Lin Xuerou."
Unexpectedly, Qiu Yuchuan shook his head: "No more, Lin Xuerou has disappeared."
Although the nerves that preserve memory have failed, the autonomic nerves seem to be functioning normally. Lin Xuerou has not forgotten how to breathe, eat, her heart is beating, and her blood is flowing. The memory of painting is retained in the muscles of her right arm, passing through her mind. Consciousness leaves traces on paper.
Lin Xuerou painted more than one painting. In addition to the single portrait, there was also a painting of a carriage surrounded by flowers. There was a girl wearing a garland on her head. It was just because the portrait was too small, or maybe she was wearing a garland on her head. Because of the garland, it is unclear whether there is the same round mole or birthmark on the corner of the right eyebrow, and it is impossible to confirm whether it is the same person; there is also a picture of an ancient lady with clouds and misty temples, wide sleeves and gorgeous clothes. There is no sense of order in other paintings, more like a pile of lines or scribblings.
Liu Mengwei looked over these paintings several times, and finally picked up the full-length portrait of the girl: "I think I have seen the clothes she is wearing before."
She was talking about the red dress Lin Xuerou wore on her first day back. There is a spiral pattern on the skirt in the painting that opens from the middle to all sides. If you compare it with the real thing, you can tell at a glance that it is exactly the pattern of flower branches entwined on the red skirt. Two days ago, in order to test Gao Caiqin, she specially asked Ling Ling to put on that skirt and act in a play with her.
She had only seen Lin Xuerou once before, and didn't know what was special about this little girl. She thought it was all Gao Caiqin's dream within a dream, but she didn't expect that one of the two people was a key and the other was a lock. When they collided, Just opened the magic box.
Liu Mengwei gently rubbed the mark on the corner of the girl's eyebrow.
"Jasmine... now that she has a name and a distinctive appearance, it doesn't look difficult to find her." Liu Mengwei said to herself.
"What are you looking for her for? She is already dead." Qiu Yuchuan asked doubtfully: "If you want to find her ghost, you don't have to go anywhere else. She seems to be in the body of No. 17."
"But you said that his memory restarts every half an hour. Why can she still remember this Jasmine?"
"This is also what I find strange." Qiu Yuchuan frowned slightly: "But this seems to be her only remaining memory." He pointed to the paintings on the table.
"You can try again and see if you can ask for something new, but I don't have any hope." Qiu Yuchuan said.
Liu Mengwei suddenly thought that they might not be able to find out anything, but her key might know the mysteries that had happened in her spiritual world.
She quickly put away all the drawing papers on the table and was about to leave, but Qiu Yuchuan's annoying face blocked her again.
"Taking it without asking is a thief." Qiu Yuchuan said with a strange smile.
Liu Mengwei gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want?"
"Don't you think Miss Liu already knows what I want?" Qiu Yuchuan's greedy eyes wandered over her face.
"What a beautiful head, I really want to open it and take a look." Qiu Yuchuan's voice trembled with excitement.
"I told you, don't even think about it!" Liu Mengwei tightly protected the drawing papers in her arms.
"Then keep the things." Qiu Yuchuan said with a face: "What comes and goes, fair dealing is the truth. If Miss Liu is like this, I won't like you."
"I don't believe it, how dare you do anything to me in broad daylight!"
"Do you have a guardian?" Qiu Yuchuan suddenly asked a strange question.
"What are you talking about? Only minors and those who cannot be responsible for their own actions need guardians. Why do I have a guardian?"
"That means no one. In other words, there is no one in this world who will worry about your safety, no one who will look for you because of your disappearance, and no one who will investigate your anomalies, right?"
Liu Mengwei's face turned pale: "What do you mean?"
"Since you have nothing to worry about, why can't you join me?" He sounded aggrieved.
Liu Mengwei tried to negotiate with him: "If you need an assistant, I can..."
"Assistant?" Qiu Yuchuan suddenly interrupted her coldly: "You mean that only you can do experiments on others, control other people's bodies, and control other people's destinies, but others can't do the same thing to you in turn, right? ?”
Liu Mengwei was stunned on the spot, speechless, but at this moment, she heard a chuckle coming from somewhere.
Before the two people in the room could react, the door was pushed open.
The person who came turned out to be Wen Qiao. He met Liu Mengwei's somewhat panicked eyes at a glance. He had never seen her at such a loss. He regretted that he had come in earlier. If he had waited a little longer, he might have seen more good things. play.
"This is the first time I've seen someone like you who is willing to reason with a mentally ill person. I haven't been able to do so even after talking for so long."
Liu Mengwei was powerless, but Qiu Yuchuan was like a child who saw a new toy, and his attention was suddenly diverted: "Where did you come from?"
But Wen Qiao didn't even look at him. He just said "Let's go" and retreated out of the door again.
Although Liu Mengwei was depressed today due to the continuous blows, he was not so sluggish yet. He walked past Qiu Yuchuan quickly and left here as if he was running away.
The two of them walked to the parking lot outside the institute before stopping.
"Open the door." Wen Qiao was not polite at all.
"Why are you here?" Liu Mengwei didn't move.
"You can be here, Ling Feng can be here, but I can't be here?"
Wen Qiao waited for a while but didn't hear her speak. He still looked dazed, so he grabbed his car keys and pushed her into the car.
"Why are you so weak in combat today? Why did you lose in a fight?"
Liu Mengwei finally came to his senses and rolled her eyes at him: "Are you following me?"
"I don't know the clone technique yet, so I can't follow two people at the same time." Wen Qiao said.
"What do you mean? Who are you following?"
"The spy who has been following you that night." Wen Qiao said easily this time: "He is a truck driver and delivers supplies to this institute and several surrounding villa areas around 5 o'clock every morning."
"What else did you find?" Liu Mengwei asked calmly.
"This man's name is Chen Lei. He went bankrupt due to starting a business two years ago and later became a truck driver. At the beginning, he ran all kinds of businesses and traveled all over the country. But starting from this year, he only went to a few fixed places. This place travels between the city and the suburbs, and basically doesn’t go out of the city very much.”
"Truck drivers make money from long distances, but Chen Lei's situation seems to be exactly the opposite. In the past year, his living conditions have been greatly improved, and he even purchased a new house and a small van to make it more convenient. He was active indoors. He even bought a dog, but the dog died after a few months of keeping him."
Liu Mengwei was slightly surprised when he heard this. This investigation was too detailed.
"Two months ago, he contracted the delivery of supplies to the cafeteria of Yunhe City Experimental Middle School, and would run to the school every morning. However, the day Lin Xuerou disappeared was Saturday. I re-watched the surveillance video of that day. His car was actually found and his transportation job for the school ended about exactly one week after this incident."
Seeing that Liu Mengwei was just listening silently without saying a word, Wen Qiao added, "You don't seem surprised at all. You don't seem to care about the fact that someone is following you."
"Instead of being curious about this matter, I would rather know, Mr. Forensic Examiner, how do you have such a strong tracking and investigation ability? Even if you are a member of the police system, it is unlikely that you would know that someone has died in such a short period of time. A dog, maybe.”
Liu Mengwei's eyes were burning: "Can you tell me why you want to pursue this matter? You are not a very curious person, and you don't seem to have much sense of justice."
Hearing her say this, Wen Qiao felt relieved. The sharp-tongued, cunning and astute Liu Mengwei was back again.
"The six-pointed star pattern...from the pendant found on Wang Ming's body and the signature on Feng Cheng's suicide note, I need to know what that pattern represents."
"What's the reason?"
"It may have something to do with an old friend of mine."
"Old friend..." Liu Mengwei pondered these two words: "It sounds like a distant title. What happened to him? Disappeared? Or is he dead?"
This time it was Wen Qiao's turn to be silent for a long time. Liu Mengwei also felt that she was asking for trouble. Just when she was about to speak, she heard him say quietly: "Dead."
"You are such a heartless person, and you are still brooding over the death of a person. This person must have a special meaning in your heart." Liu Mengwei blurted out. After finishing speaking, she felt that something was wrong. She was rarely direct. Just say what is in your heart without modifying it with words.
Wen Qiao actually just raised his eyebrows slightly, without commenting.
"That's the sign of a psychological society, and they've been trying to get me to join them."
"Is that the nagging person just now?" Wen Qiao thought naturally.
"Him? No, he shouldn't be from that organization." Liu Mengwei rejected his statement without hesitation. .
"He is just a pure psychopath, not the people in the society." Liu Mengwei looked out the car window at the awakening city, with fireworks, hustle and bustle, but she only felt sad in her heart.
"They are people who want to turn other people into psychopaths."
