According to the information provided by Liu Mengwei, Tycho has basically determined Lindsay's identity.
Lindsay is of course also a pseudonym, his real name is Calvin Weaver. The identity registered when entering the country is journalist or freelance writer. However, through face comparison, Tycho found in an official promotional photo of country A that a person who was accidentally included in the camera's shooting range was 80% similar to him. This basically shows that this A so-called "free writer" is not that free.
Now things have become like this: two foreigners with sensitive identities go to great lengths to operate a college recruitment secretly. This matter is either as absurd as it seems on the surface, or it is as invisible as it seems. The part is so amazing. It seems that in order to truly uncover the secret, one must either figure out Greta's identity or continue to observe their next move.
"Don't you realize that this matter doesn't make sense? They wanted to win over Lin Ruhe and let him do things for them. Why did they let him die in such an unknown way?" Wen Qiao suddenly raised a doubt.
"So, what you mean is..." Liu Mengwei looked at him defensively: "His death was indeed caused by me."
"I was not at the scene and have not examined the body. I can't make any conclusion. I just raised another possibility." Wen Qiao said in a businesslike tone: "There may be third-party forces present at the time who want to Ruining their deal, or simply wanting to kill Lin Ruhe, of course, it is also possible that they are coming for you, with the purpose of blaming you for the murder."
"Third-party forces..." Liu Mengwei murmured these words, and suddenly remembered the scene that day when they were all pulled into the whirlpool of consciousness. The idea of implanting "someone is watching him now" into Lindsay's consciousness was not fabricated by Liu Mengwei out of thin air. Among the four people at that time, there was indeed one person whose aura was incompatible with the others, like a drop of halo in the air. The ink in the clear water seems to be black and white, but it has actually merged into one.
Liu Mengwei took advantage of this thorn hidden in the crowd and successfully provoked chaos. If there really was such a person, Lindsay seemed to have found him then.
"How's it going? Do you have an idea?" Seeing Liu Meng's slightly distracted eyes returning from her deep thoughts, Wen Qiao asked her clearly with her refocused eyes.
"There is a person...but why on earth did he do this, and who ordered him?" Solving one mystery revealed more.
"Tell me about this person."
He looks to be around forty years old, about 1.75 meters tall, speaks with a slight southern accent, and speaks English, not standard but fairly fluently. There are deep wrinkles between the brows and an injury to the brow bone, so the left eyebrow is a little missing. His hair is cut very short, and the white hair is evenly distributed among the black hair. It is probably not due to age, but more like a lack of whiteheads caused by genes. When standing, the hand will habitually stick to the middle seam of the pants. He may have served in the military and may be left-handed. The financial strength is good, and the clothes and shoes he wears are all high-end goods, at least one level higher than the other two bodyguards. If their job content had always been the same, there shouldn't be such an obvious difference, so this person should have special extra income.
"There is also a very light fragrance on his body." Liu Mengwei added: "But this person is obviously not a person who wears perfume. He should have rubbed it during the day. It is not actually a good thing to touch such a private thing. It’s easy, I guess, it’s most likely someone sprayed perfume next to him and got it on him.”
"What kind of perfume do you like?" Liu Mengwei suddenly changed the topic.
Wen Qiao glanced at her speechlessly and signaled her not to go off topic, but Liu Mengwei continued as if he hadn't noticed: "Actually, I don't usually like to spray that kind of stuff. Perfume is always a bit too much, and it can also cover up something. The original smell of a person. Did you know? Emotions and consciousness also have smells, even puppies can smell them. If you don’t believe it, you can ask Yu Ling.”
"I don't have that ability, but you two seem to be able to communicate."
"You say that, Yu Ling is going to be sad." Liu Meng drooped his eyes, looking like an aggrieved puppy: "It is your favorite puppy in the world! Why humans love dogs is because of them Their love is pure, dedicated and passionate. Few people can love others with all their heart and soul without asking for anything in return. By the way, have you ever seen such a person who can put aside distracting thoughts and love with all his heart like a puppy? people?"
"This is your third shortcoming." Wen Qiao said this for no reason.
Liu Mengwei asked with wide eyes, "Wow! What are the first two?"
"First, he is too curious, and second, he is too gullible."
"What about the third one?"
"My thinking is too divergent and I like to go off topic! Do you understand your current situation? We must find that bodyguard and find out the power behind him!" Wen Qiao frowned, looking even more anxious than she was.
"I only have three shortcomings? Then I am too perfect!" Liu Mengwei jumped up and down with a smile, "This seems to be the first time you have praised me. I didn't expect that our cold-faced forensic doctor would also praise me." As for people, they actually praise it so tactfully and naturally, it just goes right into people’s hearts!”
"Stop making trouble..."
"But this is also very important to me. Seriously, have you ever seen that kind of person?"
"What's the importance of this kind of thing?" Wen Qiao really couldn't understand her brain circuit.
"I want..." She suddenly became a little shy: "Well... I want... to ask him to lend me this consciousness. I want to know what magic power everyone longs for, why it can make people full of strength, and why it can make people full of power. It can drive people into madness, make them lose their minds, and make them desperate but unable to stop. It can be as addictive as drugs."
Her answer was beyond Wen Qiao's expectations. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly said in a strange voice: "Why bother to look for it? I think you have many admirers of Professor Liu."
Liu Mengwei shook her head: "But what I want to say is not the kind of low-level desire, nor the superficial love and affection, but the kind that is very precious and scarce, as beautiful as a gem, shining and colorful. Dazzling..." Liu Mengwei was speechless for a moment, she didn't know how to describe what she wanted to say.
"Essentially, it's just hormones. The theory of evolution is just a program written in the human brain for the purpose of species reproduction. Because culture and civilization have developed, we have to make up a high-sounding word to deceive ourselves and others." Wen Qiao's words He was surprisingly ruthless and finally made Liu Mengwei dissatisfied. In general, women are always more emotional than men, and subconsciously they are unwilling to accept this cold argument.
"I really didn't realize it. It turns out that the reason why you are so annoying must be because... no one has ever liked you, so that's why you said that. How can people have concepts about things they have never seen, don't you think? Forensic doctor at Wen University?”
Liu Mengwei seemed really angry, but in the face of her tit-for-tat, Wen Qiao didn't react at all, neither refuting nor getting angry, just like a punch on cotton.
"That's right." After saying that, Wen Qiao turned around and took Yu Ling towards home.
There should be a Rutaceae plant blooming nearby. In this quiet night, it quietly surrounded Wenqiao. The clear and elegant citrus aroma had the power to pry open everyone's heart. He suddenly remembered that when he first met Liu Mengwei, there was a faint scent of bitter orange on her body. If your nose is not good enough or you are not close enough, you cannot smell it. It is most likely just shampoo, shower gel or laundry detergent. The smell that remains on your body.
Wen Qiao stopped and turned slightly, but that slim and lonely figure remained where he was. He handed the rope in his hand to Yu Ling, and Yu Ling bit it obediently.
"Go and bring her back."
He gently bent down and patted Yu Ling's head. His voice was so low that he didn't seem to have said what he just said, but Yu Ling had already accepted his meaning and immediately stepped forward with four legs, like a proud and proud bird. The elegant pony galloped past.
"There is a grapefruit tree here. Only grapefruit trees can grow that high. The smell comes from the sky." Liu Mengwei walked over, but she still raised her head and looked around, as if she wanted to find the grapefruit tree she was talking about. .
"Remember what I said just now that perfume is always too much? In fact, the best scents are the flowers and leaves that bloom according to the seasons. They will sneak into your nose unknowingly and surprise you quietly. But when When you try hard and deliberately to smell that smell, you can’t find it anymore.”
Wen Qiao could no longer smell the fragrance at this moment. It was like a gust of wind that disappeared after blowing. But he had already seen the tree, which looked like a big umbrella on the ground. The green branches and leaves were dotted with little white flowers.
"The slight smell of earth, the bitterness of branches and leaves, and the freshness of grass and trees are the smell of that person. As for the aroma on his body, it is not the smell of perfume or fragrance, but of a person The smell of emotions. This emotion is very strong, so strong that it can attach to others. It must be some kind of bliss to be able to emit such a strong and sweet smell."
"The joy of bliss..." Wen Qiao muttered these four words.
"That's the only possibility, right?" Liu Mengwei sighed: "Expand the future so that you can experience the ultimate happiness in the present."
"Maybe there is something else." Wen Qiao added. .
Liu Mengwei looked at him inquiringly.
"Death, the end of everything. The end of pain, the end of happiness, true bliss."
