purple mist

Although Chai Fangjun is a bit old—at least she has begun to hunched back and wrinkles on her face said so.

But inside of her she seemed to be a girl with a wreath on her hair.

Her silver-white hair is permed in small goat curls, she is wearing a smoky blue double-breasted coat, with a milky white flower pinned on her chest, she is wearing brown-red lipstick, and her nails are delicately painted with water-red paint. nail polish.

Her hands, which had begun to wither, folded gracefully on her lap, and she looked calmly and kindly at Zhang Shun and Lu Wei who were sitting side by side.

Chai Fangjun and Lu Wei seemed to have reached an agreement, treating each other as strangers who met for the first time, as if their enthusiasm in the tea restaurant was just a dream.

But Mr. Chai Fang knew Lu Wei well, and she could see the subtle differences in Lu Wei's seemingly calm and composed demeanor.

He is restless.

This made the corners of Chai Fangjun's mouth twitch, and inappropriately recalled Lu Weilai when he was in elementary school.

On a summer afternoon when the sun was getting late, the little guy sat at the door of his house in a muffled voice, his whole body was bruised and purple.The sound of his own door opening made his back tremble in fright, as if it hurt somewhere, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.

Chai Fangjun brought a piece of watermelon that had been cut with teeth, and called his daughter Chai Xi, and the two of them sat next to Lu Wei and ate.

The watermelon is crisp and sweet, ruddy and gluttonous.

At that time, Chai Xi was still young and ignorant, he just cared about eating like a little cat.

Seeing that the watermelon was missing one tooth after another, Lu Wei, who had been eagerly watching them eat, finally swallowed.

So Chai Fangjun whispered in Lu Wei's ear: "If you want something, you have to grab it."

That was the first time the little guy reached out to grab something from someone else's plate, and it was still under the instigation of the adult.

Fortunately, Chai Xi was not stingy, so he generously gave the last bite of watermelon to brother Lu Wei who was thirsty.

It wasn't until Lu Wei finished eating the watermelon wolfily that Chai Fangjun let Chai Xi play by himself.

"Your father beat you again?" Chai Fangjun asked softly.

The little guy nodded.

"He's not my dad, he's a badass."

When she was young, Chai Fangjun was very beautiful, with a very warm smile. She tilted her head, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall.

Her pink fingertips were still stained with light red water stains left by watermelon, the sugar in the watermelon juice made the sweetness hang there, and with the summer evening wind blowing, it was refreshing the taste of.

It was a peaceful afternoon.

However, the words she spit out burned in Lu Wei's mind like a branding iron, leaving behind a scorched brown that cannot be erased now——

"Since he's a bad guy, why don't you kill him when you grow up?"

"Poke a big hole in his heart and he'll never hit you again."

"Do you know where your heart is?

"Come on, let me show you."

The fingertips with ruddy sugar stains magnified in Lu Wei's suddenly dilated pupils.

Her fingertips were stained with human blood—that was the last scene that the young Lu Wei remembered when he ran away in a panic.

Later, Lu Wei never saw Chai Fangjun and Chai Xi again.

Until Chai Fangjun was taken away by the police, he glanced at her hastily through the narrow gap between people...

……

After the interrogation, Lu Wei and Zhang Shun pushed the door out.

With a gloomy expression, Zhang Shun patted Lu Wei on the shoulder, motioning him to follow him.

When the two came to his office, Zhang Shun, whose door was always open, carefully closed the door for the first time, as if there was no 300 taels of silver here, so he thought about it and said, "You know Mr. Chai Fang?"

Lu Wei raised his sea-like eyes to look at him, and it took a long time before he admitted, "Yes."

"Sure enough." Hearing this, Zhang Shun grinned and scratched his head, complaining slightly: "Then you should be straightforward! If I don't ask you, don't you intend to confess?"

Lu Wei leaned his back against the wall and said with a smile: "I told you, Captain Zhang, are you still going to ask me to interrogate her?"

"You and her are not relatives, let alone a couple relationship, why should I exclude you?!" Zhang Shun said angrily.

After interrogation, Lu Wei seemed to relax a little bit, and he had time to joke: "Is that why Team Zhang trusts me? How serious are you?"

Zhang Shun's nose was almost crooked by Lu Wei's anger. He pointed at Lu Wei several times before holding back a sentence: "You kid, don't think that I can't beat you, just kick my nose in the face."

Having been in business for many years, Zhang Shun trusted Lu Wei's professionalism, just like he trusted the authority of the five-pointed star on his shoulders.In many cases, Lu Wei's calmness and on-the-spot reaction were more like a team leader than him, and even Zhang Shun himself would habitually rely on Lu Wei's judgment occasionally when he was out of ideas.

"Do you believe Chai Fangjun's words?"

Lu Wei restrained his expression, as if his composure had returned with his three souls and seven souls.

Zhang Shun didn't ask Lu Weixiang whether he believed Chai Fangjun's words, but instead asked him, "Then why do you believe her?"

A murderer who was once imprisoned said that he was not the murderer who killed the female anchor Chu Siqi. How many people can believe her denial?

There were only her and the deceased Chu Siqi's fingerprints in that villa. Even though the murder weapon had not been identified, this was already an overwhelming disadvantage for Chai Fangjun.

Lu Wei remained silent, neither denying nor admitting, he didn't want to give out such groundless and illusory reasons as intuition.

He wanted to believe Chai Fangjun too much, and wanted to believe that she didn't kill Chu Siqi.

Like believing you didn't kill that childhood villain.

a few hours later.

The few people who went out to investigate came back one after another, and even Xie Xiaobao, who had been in a hurry all the time, called back and reported: "Guess what happened to Team Zhang? It's really his grandma's evil door. Brother Bao, I checked it out from a week ago. So far, the monitoring at the door of the deceased’s own house, except for the courier and takeaway, I have never seen a ghost!"

"The garages in the villa area these days are all arranged downstairs. The cameras there are really annoying. It can only take pictures of the front of the car and the license plate. What's the use of that thing?!"

"Oh, you asked if the parking space leads to the house? Passage! Yes, that's right. There is a door directly from the parking space to the house. People these days are too lazy to be so aggressive. If you don't go through the front door, you have to go through the back door. It's not the custom."

"Chu Siqi drove out three times in a week. The last time she went out was two days ago. She went out twice that day. According to the guard, she saw Chai Fangjun in the car, but he didn't notice whether he left or not. "

"Except for the back door, it can only be the windows in the back garden, right? But the window sill is quite high, can Chai Fangjun's legs work?"

After Zhang Shun hung up the phone, he took off his glasses. Lu Wei squinted to see that the legs of his glasses were about to be deformed, so he tapped the table in front of him with his fingers unbearably.

"Ah?" Zhang Shun came back to his senses, seeing a few pairs of eyes staring at him blankly, he quickly cleared his throat, and said, "Let's stop here today, let Mr. Chai Fang go back, don't cause any more problems when you are old." Come, send Xie Xiaobao to follow."

He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't react for a while, and suddenly froze in place like a wooden man.

Lu Wei flicked his eyes as deep as a pool of water, and continued naturally: "The case file 20 years ago shows that Mr. Chai Fang killed Zhou Duo's son-in-law by dismembering his body. Everywhere, there is a strong sense of revenge. As for the deceased in this case, Chu Siqi, who had penetrating wounds all over his back, it cannot be ruled out that the murderer had the same vengeful personality as Chai Fangjun."

Wen Xin, who had been burning her own brain cells, raised her little hand and said, "Vice Lu, maybe it's a passion killing?"

"But..." Wang Hongnong frowned a few times, and said in confusion, "If it was the murderer's impromptu intention, how can we explain the chef's knife in the deceased's hand? The knife was held too close, fingers spread out, hands It will cut itself once it is closed, which obviously does not conform to the normal grasping method, and it is very likely that the murderer put it in the hands of the deceased after committing the crime."

This does not fit the characteristics of passionate murder.

Passionate homicide is an unpremeditated, impulsive crime under the loss of reason and self-control.

If it is a murder of passion, why put a knife in the palm of the deceased?

"It's more like a ceremony." Chen Bingrui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said quietly.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Wei, who seemed to have an undercurrent surging in his eyes.

Inexplicably, he thought of the beast in the cage.

A suppressed growl surged in his throat, he retracted his minions and stomped around, and there was such an undercurrent in his eyes.

Those eyes were looking for opportunities and flaws, waiting to bite off the lifeline of the prey.

……

Concentrated on the case, Lu Wei finally remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something when he finished working overtime.

Yes, a little yellow hair.

Brought out of the police station by Lu Wei, Pan Xiaobai didn't dare to take a breath at first, but when he got in Lu Wei's car, he felt that he couldn't breathe at all.

So he finally gritted his teeth, boldly broke the strange silence in the carriage, and said tremblingly, "Lu...Brother Lu, you, ah no...what do you order? Just tell my little brother."

Frowning, Lu Wei seemed to have just realized that there was a living thing on the back seat of his car, and suddenly braked to a stop on the elevated emergency parking lane. He turned on the double flashing lights, and looked up at the car that was caught in the rearview mirror. The suddenly tightened seat belt made the little yellow hair, whose face turned blue, suddenly gently hooked the corners of his lips, and said leisurely, "What are you going to do in the future?"

Pan Xiaobai carefully looked at Lu Wei's face, and asked tentatively, "You... just wait to die?"

Lu Wei still looked at him with a slight smile in his eyes, but didn't speak.

Pan Xiaobai rolled his eyes, and said again: "Correct evil and return to righteousness?"

Lu Wei raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and raised his chin to signal him to continue.

After finding the right direction to answer, Pan Xiaobai began to rack his brains, basically what popped out of his mouth as soon as he thought about it.

"Ask a professor to be your spiritual mentor?"

"Sweep the streets for three years?"

"Never go to Internet cafes again?"

"Give up your seat on the bus?"

He chirped a series of proofs that he thought he had turned from evil to righteousness, but Lu Wei still watched him silently.

Pan Xiaobai, whose head was full of question marks, suddenly thought of something, his whole body trembled, his eyes widened and he said in surprise, "You want to...!!!"

Want to overthrow Xing Laohei! ! !

"No, no, no, no, no, I will have my tendons and tendons broken, my bones broken, and I will be thrown into a big iron pot with a bottle of Erguotou covered and stewed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the friendliness in Lu Wei's eyes faded away instantly. Under Pan Xiaobai's fear, he turned his gaze to the traffic outside the window, and asked casually, "Pan Xiaobai, do you know Shen Gan? "

"Shen..." Pan Xiaobai almost bit his tongue.

Of course he knew about Shen Gan. There was a scar on his face. It is said that he was stabbed in the face during a gang fight, but this guy who was spraying blood all over his face soared in combat power, and almost cut him off. The man's head was opened, and since then many people have detoured when they saw him.

Xing Laohei specially arranged Shen Gan to be next to him, but yesterday when he was released from the small black room, he heard a few words from the corner, saying that Shen Gan was knocked into the emergency room because he didn't give up his seat. Sliding around the gate of the hall, half of his life was gone.

"Get out of the car." Lu Wei said coldly, without looking back, he waved his hands casually.

Only then did Pan Xiaobai realize that he was as fierce as Shen Qian, and he was sanctioned by the great ancestor in front of him.

Immediately, his cold sweat flowed like a faucet. After struggling several times, Pan Xiaobai pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Brother Lu... this..."

"I said that."

Lu Wei's deep and cold voice pierced into Pan Xiaobai's eardrum.

"roll."

He raised his chin slightly, and gave Pan Xiaobai a condescending and threatening look through the rearview mirror.

That is not the appearance of negotiation or negotiation at all, but the posture of an aggressor.