Chasing the Mist

After closing the door of the conference room, Meng Jia didn't leave immediately, but stood against the wall for a while, secretly cheering herself up, and when she was fully pumped, she straightened her chest and walked towards the office at the end of the corridor with arrogance.

The detectives received their assignments and went out to work separately. Lin Yiran was the only one left in the office. He looked down at the documents and was so absorbed in them that he didn't notice the person standing behind him at all.

Meng Jia wanted to scare him, so she raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder, and raised her voice and said, "Come on, let's go to Gu Jingjing's school."

Lin Yiran's panic expression did not appear as he imagined. He nodded lightly, put the documents back in his hand, got up and turned off the computer, and then looked at Meng Jia indifferently.

Meng Jia had just pumped herself up, and now half of it was exhausted. After working together for two days, this new colleague had only a handful of things to say, and she was so cold that she couldn't start.

He accepted the work assigned by the leader, but he didn't worry about it. He was always immersed in his own world, and other people were just decorations in his world.Cultivating a tacit understanding at work with him seems to be harder than catching the murderer. Meng Jia decided to let the salty fish turn around beforehand. She smiled awkwardly, picked up her backpack and went out.

The two sat side by side in the car, one on the left and one on the right, with a clear distinction, and there was no communication or interaction throughout the process.

Meng Jia rested her chin on her hand, looked at the flashing street scene outside the car, and suddenly thought of Zheng Tiancheng, working with him, there was always endless talk, time flies, and now this handsome, tall Leng's new partner really made her worry, the four-ten-minute journey was longer than four hours.

She turned her head, crossed her fingers together, and rubbed each other, wanting to break the silence in the car, but she didn't want to speak. After struggling for a long time, she decided to chat about a lighter gossip question: "Do you know the boss?"

That stern face could not catch a single change, Lin Yiran neither admitted nor denied it, he looked at the main entrance of the Normal College in front of him, and said flatly: "The murderer is not a student, we focus on looking for the man who is already working beside Gu Jingjing."

The answer was irrelevant to the question, Meng Jia couldn't keep up with his brain circuit, so she gave a soft "um" and rubbed her fingers harder.

"You don't need to find a topic to chat with me. I don't feel embarrassed. If you are embarrassed, you can listen to music with headphones." Lin Yiran paused for a while, glanced at Meng Jia's kneading fingers, and said, "It's best to get rid of this kind of thing." Small gesture."

Meng Jia had the feeling of being stripped | naked | her clothes, subconsciously let go of her hand, and nodded with a smile.

Speaking of which, she no longer has to rack her brains to find topics for awkward chats, but it's easy. She simply put aside her messy social concepts and simply admired the scenery outside the car.

Just after the heavy snowfall, the weather was extremely cold, and the campus of the Normal University was extremely deserted. Occasionally, some students passed by, all wearing hats and scarves, covering them tightly.

Lin Yiran didn't wear any cold-proof equipment above his neck. His handsome features didn't freeze red in the cold wind, but became more pure white. He was tall and long-legged, with a unique temperament. He always attracted the eyes and whispers of female students while walking on the road.

Meng Jia was a head shorter than him and followed behind, as if he was a senior and she was a junior.

All the way to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory in silence, Meng Jia explained her intention to the dormitory auntie, and then went directly to the 303 dormitory where Gu Jingjing lived.

The girl who opened the door was wearing pink plush pajamas with loose hair. She glanced at the police ID in Meng Jia's hand and landed on Lin Yiran. Seeing that he was a boy, she suddenly closed the door of the dormitory, "Please wait a moment."

After a rustling sound, the door of the dormitory opened again, and the girl who opened the door changed into a suit of clothes, her hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, and said politely, "Please come in."

On the bed and under the table, a standard four-person bedroom, on the left side of the door, Gu Jingjing's bed is empty, and the other two girls are also fully dressed and standing on the side. After Meng Jia briefly introduces herself, she directly enters the interview.

The content of the interviews in each case is roughly the same, nothing more than asking, what was everyone doing on the night of Gu Jingjing's death?Was there anything unusual on the day Gu Jingjing left the dormitory?Template questions like this.

Lin Yiran spread out his notebook, and the page was still blank without words. He had a casual expression, a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly raised tails, but the seductive eyes shone with a sharp light, staring at the three talking girls, their tiny expressions, every move , all fell into his eyes without falling.

After the girls finished the interview, they gathered around Meng Jia to ask about the progress of the case. She answered patiently and minimized the girls' fear.

Lin Yiran stood in front of Gu Jingjing's bed and concentrated on it. No matter how glamorous her appearance was, she could only see some of her essence in her living quarters.

A Japanese-style photo is placed on the table. In the photo, the sun is shining brightly. Gu Jingjing is holding a watermelon in his hands. His small face is as big as a palm, and his smile is like a flower.

There are several textbooks crooked on the bookshelf, the bottom one is almost filled with cosmetics, used facial mask bags, toner that I forgot to unscrew the cap, powder cakes scattered on the table, and many miscellaneous cosmetics that Lin Yiran can’t name.

A round makeup mirror stood in the middle of the desk, with half a pack of leftover potato chips, an unopened bag of spicy sticks, and a half-eaten oxidized apple lying on the side.

The jewelry box at the corner of the table was half open, and the earrings and necklace were entangled and twisted together.

In addition to a few pairs of winter boots, there were sandals on the shoe rack, and two pairs of dirty socks that were clumped together.

Seeing Lin Yiran's frowning, the girl who opened the door hurried over, put away the food on Gu Jingjing's table, and smiled awkwardly: "She really hates other people touching her things, so we dare not touch them."

"What clothes did she wear the day she left the dormitory, do you remember?" Lin Yiran opened Gu Jingjing's wardrobe as he spoke. When the door opened, the clothes rolled out with a bang, scattered all over the floor. Among the messy clothes were clean skirts and others. Dirty underwear.

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then blushed, and immediately bent down to pick it up.

Among the women's clothes on the floor, lay a men's shirt, Lin Yiran bent down to pick it up, "Whose is this?"

The girl stuffed a pile of clothes into the closet, stuffed all the clothes on the floor, closed the door, and said: "It may be her boyfriend's... and on the 29th, she was wearing a white down jacket, I didn’t pay much attention to the boots, and the down jacket was newly bought, and she was reluctant to wear it, so the impression was deep.”

"Thank you." Lin Yiran lowered his head and wrote on the blank page: dirty, messy, in a hurry, important people, new clothes.

Leaving dormitory 303, the newcomer team went to visit the teacher and other students again. It was already 4:[-] p.m. after finishing the work, and there was no lunch. behind, like a snail.

The campus path did not clear the snow in time, walking on it made creaking noises, Lin Yiran stopped with his long legs and turned around, "Let's go eat, there is a canteen over there."

Meng Jia's dim eyes lit up immediately, she nodded repeatedly, and asked casually, "Are you hungry too?"

"No."

Meng Jia:"......"

The thick cotton curtain was lifted, and the heat rushed in. There were not many people in the cafeteria at this time, and the two bought meals separately.

Meng Jia stirred the Mala Tang filled with red oil, glanced at the noodles with clear soup and little water in front of Lin Yiran, and said, "Is it delicious?"

Lin Yiran put down his chopsticks and shook his head.

"Why don't you have a bowl of this too? I think there are quite a few people buying it, so the taste shouldn't be too bad." Meng Jia tried her best to promote Malatang.

"I don't eat this kind of stuff."

Meng Jia:"......."

One sentence cut off her desire to speak, and continued to be silent.

She lowered her head to eat, and concentrated on enjoying the taste stimulation brought by the spicy food. She ignored her new colleagues. Holding the straw thoughtfully.

"Thanks." Meng Jia's mouth was so hot that she drank it hastily.

"Gu Jingjing has something to hide from the girl on the bed, and find a chance to ask it alone." Lin Yiran let go of the straw and said.

Meng Jia was still thinking about this bowl of hot Malatang, and asked casually, "How do you know?"

Lin Yiran looked at her in surprise, "Meng Jia, the senior that Mr. Li often praises, is it you?"

Meng Jia spat out the straw and argued: "Going to school is very different from working. I thought I was a detective at school, but I was actually just a little soldier running errands." The voice became softer and weaker. After a pause, she suddenly raised her voice and took out her schoolbag. Sister's posture: "You've only been working for a few days, and you'll understand later."

Lin Yiran didn't continue this topic, "When you asked Gu Jingjing if she had acted abnormally recently, her eyes dodged and she hesitated for two seconds before speaking. She should have hidden it and didn't want the other two girls to know about it."

During the conversation, Meng Jia was busy taking notes, but she really didn't realize what Lin Yiran said.

"The murderer holds a very important position in Gu Jingjing's heart."

"But my roommate said that her boyfriend is a graduate student at Baicheng University, and I haven't seen her interact with other men before."

"There must be someone we haven't dug out." Lin Yiran said with conviction.

Meng Jia was dubious, "An acquaintance committed the crime? I don't think it looks like a human head ice sculpture. Such a cruel and perverted behavior may be a pervert who hates women and commits the crime randomly." At this point, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Lin Yiran, " If it happened randomly, there could be other victims."

With the current information, Lin Yiran is also unable to determine whether the acquaintance committed the crime or it was random, "I will meet Gu Jingjing's boyfriend tomorrow."

Meng Jia nodded, "Thoughts on the case...Actually...you can communicate with the boss directly, he is usually very nice...It may be a little early recently, don't you care."

Gu Xun's figure flashed before Lin Yiran's eyes, he was silent for a while, and asked, "What is he usually like?"

Bingshan took the initiative to ask questions. Meng Jia was surprised and responded positively: "When I am serious, I am like a devil. For a while, I was scolded in my dreams at night, but I can learn a lot from him. When I am not serious, I am naughty and naughty. Not like a good guy, once he went out to play after the case was closed, the boss was lazily leaning on the big motorcycle and smoking a cigarette, like a ruffian, with a look that deserves to be beaten, no one will believe him if he is a policeman."

Lin Yiran couldn't help but think of the year when he first went to Gu's family.

At the age of 10, he refused to communicate with anyone, and was bored in his room reading books and paintings all day long.

The nervous and enthusiastic Gu Xun couldn't see that he was depressed at a young age, so he took him out to play all day long.

Gu Xun, who is extremely energetic, never takes a nap, and often takes him out on a bike ride under the scorching sun. Once, at the entrance of an alley, he met a fortune-telling old man. Gu Xun suddenly became interested and volunteered to report his birthday.

The old man only said four words "either a dragon or a worm"

Thinking of those crawling molluscs, Gu Xun was disgusted to the extreme, silently classified the old man among liars, threw down five yuan and pedaled away.

The old fortune-teller shouted after him: "Young man, there is a right way everywhere in the world, so don't take detours."

Gu Xun didn't even turn his head, and drove him home leisurely, stopped in front of the ice cream machine at the entrance of the supermarket in the community, bought two original ice creams, stuffed them into Lin Yiran's hands, and told: "Hold on, if you drop the On the ground, cut off your penis and feed it to the dog."

This sentence left a shadow on Lin Yiran's dark childhood.

Twelve years passed in a blink of an eye, time took away that midsummer, and also took away their intimate relationship.

Meng Jia found a hint of a smile in Lin Yiran's cold eyes, "What are you laughing at?"

After the words fell, that smile was gone, and he said coldly, "Let's go after eating."

At this moment, Meng Jia's cell phone rang suddenly, and she answered, "Hello, boss?"

"Come to the world of ice and snow." Gu Xun hurriedly hung up the phone after finishing speaking.