Black Lotus villain disguise strategy

After closing the door with a "bang", Xue Ran heaved a sigh of relief, and was walking towards his own room, listening to Liang Xueli washing the dishes in the kitchen, he did not forget to say:
"Little Jiang, he looks so good!"

"No matter how good he is, he's not your son." Holding back the complaints, she just pretended she didn't hear anything, and quickened her pace.

"People are good-looking, and their hearts are warm, hey, you say..."

"Click" the bedroom door, Xue Ran raised his hand and waved in front of the switch, but suddenly he didn't want to turn on the light,
She casually walked to the window, looked at the quiet night scene outside the window, lowered her eyes, and saw Jiang Xun's cold and lonely back in the path,

I just feel that looking at this lonely figure, it really makes people feel a little...

Just thinking about it, unexpectedly Jiang Xun didn't turn his head back sooner or later, but at this time he suddenly turned his head,

Looking back, the eyes seemed to have spotted her, and Xue Ran's pupils shrank in shock. After he finished speaking, this scene was too embarrassing. Did he think... that he was spying on him?
But Jiang Xun didn't seem to see her, he just looked around, then turned and walked around the corner.

"call……"

Xue Ran held down "Tudu"'s throbbing chest and heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a wise move not to turn on the light just now!

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she felt that lonely figure lingering in her mind for some reason, so Xue Ran sorted out her emotions, turned on the computer, and focused on reading the information about the case that Xia Mingsheng sent earlier.
Quickly getting into the mood, Xue Ran browsed through the documents and got a general idea of ​​the case. She noticed that the 13-year-old girl whose neck was cut off by a kite string was sitting in a car driven by her father when she was killed.

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Xue Ran was standing in the cemetery with a bouquet of white flowers in her hand. Looking at the densely packed tombstones around her, she suddenly wished that no monument would be erected after her death, and no one would come to worship her.

"People are at nine o'clock."

Xia Mingsheng raised his chin and gestured towards Xue Ran.

The person he was talking about was the family member of the victim mentioned earlier, the poor girl's father.

Xue Ran turned his head to look at the man not far away who was bending over to place fruits. Judging from his groomed hair and clean ironed clothes, he was a respectable person.

"He is Dai Yong," Xia Mingsheng said:
"He looks quite honest, but he is so pitiful. His wife left her husband and son and ran away with others. At least she still has her daughter by her side. It didn't take long for her daughter to..."

He did not continue this topic, and said:

"He seems to be a carpenter who makes handicrafts or something. Anyway, he is a craftsman. His income is not high, and his financial situation is barely there." Xia Mingsheng put his hand on his lips and whispered:

"Also, I have always felt that this kind of artistic temper is rather weird. If we mention his daughter in the past, we will definitely be severely criticized!"

Xue Ran nodded lightly to express his agreement with his statement, and then walked towards the man in front of him together,

From the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Xun, who had almost zero sense of presence when she was not speaking, walking behind her in silence all the way, as if her will was a little depressed.
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The three walked to Dai Yong's side, Xue Ran smelled a faint smell of sawdust on his body, and looked sideways to see the name of the deceased Dai Sisi engraved on the tombstone.

The man stood up, his eyes only swept over the few people lightly, as if he had already guessed their identities, and said in an unusually cold voice:
"You guys are here to find me?"

I just feel that the 50-[-]-year-old man in front of me is wearing titanium-rimmed square glasses, has a face that looks meticulous and upright, and has the calm aura that is unique to craftsmen and craftsmen. Xia Mingsheng's face is not Even the thinnest person seemed a little hasty in front of him at the moment,

"Well... Uncle Dai, I have something to ask you."

He scratched his head and felt that it was impolite to go straight to the point, so he smiled and said:
"Haha, you are a craftsman, right? That can be considered an intangible cultural heritage!"

"If you have any questions, just say so,"

Dai Yong was obviously not interested in getting close to him, so he frowned sullenly,

"There's no need to put the flowers here, there's no point in pretending." He glanced at the white flowers in Xue Ran's hand, and said nonchalantly.

　The tone was not harsh, but it did make Xue Ran feel like he had been severely criticized.

I just feel that the calm temperament of the other party makes him look a little older than his actual age, and his eyes are always too strict, which makes him feel that he is not easy to get along with.

Xia Mingsheng: "We are from the Special Investigation Bureau. We came here today to ask about your daughter..."

Before he finished speaking, Dai Yong clenched his teeth,
"Today is Sisi's death day, I don't want to mention her affairs."

"That……"

"it's not a good time for me,"

He raised his volume suddenly, then turned his head and looked into the distance, as if he had managed to calm down his emotions, he said:

"I'm not free today. There are still things to deal with in the store. If you have to ask something, let's talk about it later."

Seeing that Dai Yong turned to leave, Xue Ran quickly handed him a business card with his phone number written on it.
"Mr. Dai, if you have any situation, you can contact us at any time."

She watched the other party accept the business card, although she might throw it away when she turned around.
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After the man left, Xue Ran stood in front of Dai Sisi's grave with folded arms for a while, thinking wildly for a while, and suddenly asked for no reason:
"Shouldn't the deceased be directly buried?"

"It should be cremated and then buried," Xia Mingsheng said:
"In his daughter's case, it doesn't seem very good to bury her head in different places. She was burned to ashes in a fire, and it's hard to tell where her arms and legs are."

Uh... the words are not rough!

Xue Ran looked at the granite stele with the name of the deceased engraved in front of him, and an absurd thought came to his mind. Is there really an urn under the tombstone?
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Leaving the cemetery, Xue Ran was walking smoothly, when Xia Mingsheng suddenly whispered in her ear:
"Hey, have you noticed that the inspector has been a little weird recently?"

Although she doesn't usually know much about Jiang Xun, if she doesn't lose all five senses, she can find that Jiang Xun's recent depression frequency seems to be a bit high.

"Do you know what happened to him?"

Xue Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, "How would I know?"

Xia Mingsheng asked softly again: "Did you quarrel with the inspector?"

"how is this possible?"

His nonsensical words really surprised Xue Ran, and he frowned slightly and said:

"It's a private matter, why are you so gossip?"

She shook her head, and she caught a glimpse of Jiang Xun staring at the two of them from behind, and said to herself that it is better not to gossip under the nose of the leader.
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"The trouble is, Dai Yong doesn't seem to be willing to cooperate," Xia Mingsheng said:
"Although I haven't found any suspicious points so far, I always feel that he seems to be carrying some secret."

Xia Mingsheng stroked his chin and said,
"My daughter is dead, but the murderer has been at large for so long. I don't believe he will sit still and do nothing."

　"He must be blaming himself,"

Xue Ran said: "Dai Sisi's death, I'm afraid he will blame himself to some extent, thinking that his own fault caused his daughter's accidental death, and he will be more repulsive than ordinary people to mention things about her."

If you are too immersed in self-blame and grief, will your mentality become distorted?

Xue Ran thought to herself, although she had only met once, she always felt that this person had a very deep personality, so deep that it was a little... scary.

At the fork in the road, when it was time to say goodbye, Xue Ran waved his hand and said "goodbye" to Xia Mingsheng, then subconsciously glanced at Jiang Xun who was at the side, seeing that his eyes seemed to be dodged,
Seeing his ambiguous expression, Xue Ran couldn't help being startled, and the sound he was about to make was choked in his throat.

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...Could it be that I provoked him somewhere?

Xue Ran walked and pondered all the way, secretly thinking about the offending place, and wondered if it was those two plates of chili?

She shook her head. Just as she walked to the door of the house, she suddenly heard a text message alert on her mobile phone. When she clicked on it, it was an unsigned text message——

[What do you want to know, find me in the store. 】

Is it Dai Yong?
Xue Ran couldn't help but frowned, why did he contact her suddenly?
Maybe it was unavoidable to have some emotions in front of the daughter's grave just now, that's why I was so resistant, and when I calmed down, I didn't resist so much?
She also thought, if nothing happened to Dai Sisi, she would probably be the same age as her now. It is not impossible for Dai Yong to place part of his thoughts on his daughter on her.
However, going it alone is somewhat unsafe. To be on the safe side, Xue Ran then contacted Xia Mingsheng and told him the matter.

However, just after saying a few words, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed to Jiang Xun,
"Xue Ran! Don't act alone, wait for me... we will come right away."

　"Oh..." Shocked by his stern tone, Xue Ran paused for half a second and said:

"I'll go over and see the situation first."

After she finished speaking and hung up the phone, she took a deep breath and stepped on the bus in front of her.
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Another street is the small handicraft shop run by Dai Yong. Xue Ran walked forward when he was patted on the shoulder suddenly.

She turned around and saw a tall and thin boy weighing a bunch of keys in his hand, smiling at her and saying:
"I just picked it up from the ground, is this yours?"

Xue Ran raised his eyes and looked, it really is!
"Thank you."

She thanked him politely, just as she took the things from the other party's hand, she heard his hearty voice say:
"I think you look familiar. Have we... met somewhere?"

Xue Ran then raised her head, and she definitely didn't know this handsome boy with delicate features and features. Seeing him, she smiled and said:
"Add a contact information?"

The other party's sudden strike-up was unexpected, and the sudden ringing of the phone disturbed Xue Ran's thoughts.

She picked up the phone, and seeing the three big characters "Inspector Jiang" on the screen dangling in front of her eyes, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
"No,"

Xue Ran smiled and said to the boy who was still waiting for her reply:
"I have to answer the phone."

The other party pursed his lips and looked at her with some frustration, "Okay."

Xue Ran then turned around and picked up the phone at the same time, listening to Jiang Xun's deep but anxious voice as usual saying:
　"There is a traffic jam here, it may take some time."

More than ten kilometers away, Jiang Xun in the driver's seat looked ashen, and pointed the steering wheel with his bony index finger.

There was a car accident ahead, and now there are long convoys in front and behind, and their cars are firmly stuck in the middle of the road.

"okay."

Xue Ran was wondering if he had finished speaking, whether to hang up the phone or not, when he heard the other party say in a gentle tone:
"And... you are alone, pay attention to safety."

Xue Ran couldn't get used to his unexpected caring, his mind went blank like a shutdown, and he wondered if Jiang Xun was going to transform into a leader who cared and cared for his subordinates?

"Well...I see."

A little dazed, Xue Ran put on his mobile phone, walked a few steps forward, and saw the small shop less than fifty square meters. He felt that the shop decoration was very simple, and it looked quite old-fashioned.
She raised her chin and looked inside, and saw Dai Yong who was sitting on a wooden chair, carrying a tool to carve patterns on the surface of the material, walking towards him in a mysterious way.