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After Chen Yan finished answering these words, he put away his mobile phone and went on to walk the dog.

On the way back from walking the dog, he stopped by to buy breakfast, and it was already eight o'clock when he got home.

After a hasty breakfast at home, Chen Yan set up a drawing board in the study and started working.

But within half an hour of the work, there was a knock on the door.

Statement Yan raised his hand to wipe his face, and once again successfully wiped the paint on his face.

He put down the thing in his hand and went to open the door.

The policeman guarding the door has changed.A policeman who was very familiar with the statement stood at the door and said to the statement: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhong asked you to go to the police station and said to make a record. By the way, let me tell you about the current progress of the case."

...then go for it.

Chen Yan went to change his clothes, washed off the paint on his face and hands, cleaned up briefly, and went out with the key.

The police drove the car and led him to the police station.

The police station is a place with its own solemn aura, perhaps because it is linked to the rule of law, everything here feels very serious and fair, and I always feel that laughing here is a very stupid thing.

The policeman who drove him took him to the interrogation room.

There is a row of benches in front of the inquiry room.Before Chen Yan could walk over, he saw a man sitting there with his head bowed, his hands clasped together, looking very distraught.

It looks a little familiar, but Chen Yan can't remember who it is.

"That's Fang Yun's husband, Han Ze." The policeman said next to him, "I was called in for questioning today too. Don't worry, he is not a suspect. He has an alibi. Teacher Zhong is inside asking others, you Just wait for a while."

Only then did the statement understand, so he nodded, walked over, and prepared to sit for a while.

Han Ze heard footsteps and raised his head to look at him.

The man was much older than he remembered, and looked very haggard, with dark circles under his eyes that were too thick to ignore.

Han Ze twitched the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to smile at Chen Chen with a hoarse voice: "Teacher Chen."

Statement Yan was stung by his forced smile, and suddenly remembered a few years ago.

Fang Yun was still alive at that time, she pulled Han Ze, put her arms around his arm, and said to Chen Yan, Teacher Chen, this is A Ze.

She was smiling happily at that time, clinging to him tightly, Han Ze was a little embarrassed by her pull, scratched the back of his head, smiled shyly at Chen Chen, and said hello, Teacher Chen.

It's a different person from now.

Chen Chen sighed annoyedly, walked over, sat next to him halfway across the seat, and said, "Have a good night's sleep."

Han Ze smiled wryly: "I can't sleep... When I close my eyes, my mind is full of rhymes."

The statement was weary and silent.

He has a lot of experience, and he also knows that in this situation, no matter what others say or persuade, it will not be effective, so he just stopped making a sound.

Han Ze muttered softly to himself again: "Why did you kill her?"

"... Yunyun did nothing wrong." He said, "She taught people to dance, took her daughter to the park to play, and took the children to the stage to perform. The day before she disappeared, she told me that she would make dancing clothes for those children... ...She lived so hard, she didn't do anything harmful...how could she...be killed? "

The statement listened in silence.

"A few days ago...the police told me. They said...it might be because Yunyun left the stage and retired to be a teacher, so...some fanatics couldn't accept it, so they killed her...the scene will be That way."

"...Did she do something wrong?" Han Ze asked softly, "Shouldn't she have chosen that?"

The statement was tired of silence, and turned to look at Han Ze.

Han Ze's eyes were red, and he stared blankly in front of him. I don't know if the question just now was a statement, or just talking to himself.

Narrator sighed.

"No," he said. "The choice is one's own, and she has done nothing wrong."

Hearing this, Han Ze slowly turned his head and looked at him.

His eyes were still glazed over, red-eyed, and he looked scary and pathetic.

"The reason is never on the victim. It is the victim who is distorted. The victim has no reason to find a reason for being victimized, and others don't need to find it for them. We are born as human beings, and we don't need Stockholm."

Han Ze looked at him with red eyes, opened his mouth, and was speechless.

"My ex-boyfriend said it." Chen Yan spread his hands and said, "Sometimes he still speaks human words."

The door of the inquiry room was suddenly opened, and a person walked out from inside.

That is the person who stated that he has never seen it.He stretched out his hand and pulled his collar, looked at the two people on the bench with cool eyes, then lifted his feet and walked away slowly.

Zhong Tang followed and came out, holding a writing board in his hand, with a piece of paper densely written on it.

When he saw the two people on the bench, he smiled and stretched out his hand to say hello: "Are you here? Then, Mr. Chen, come first. You go in first, and I'll get something."

Chen Yan stood up, nodded with Han Ze, and walked in.

There was no one in the inquiry room, only a table and three or four chairs, and a whiteboard was placed against the wall, and the words on it had been wiped clean.

Statement Yan randomly picked a chair and put it down, then turned on the phone, planning to play something to pass the time.

He played with his mobile phone so absent-mindedly that he couldn't even read a line of text in its entirety.

After meeting Han Ze, his head was full of Fang Yun, and he was a little depressed for a while.

The fact that Fang Yun chose to give up the stage was indeed a bit worthless to Chen Yan at the time.

When the two met offline for the first time, Fang Yun told Chen Yan that she would give up the stage, marry her boyfriend next month, and then go to a nearby training institution to be a teacher.

Chen Yan was also very puzzled at the time: "There is no need to give up the stage, right? Dancing does not conflict with marriage. You dance very well, and you still don't want to give up dancing, do you?"

"Who said I'm going to give up?" Fang Yun laughed and said, "If I give up dancing, I won't be a trainer."

"Listen to me, Mr. Chen, I did leave the stage, but I didn't intend to. I like dancing very much, and I will always like it in the future, but I am getting married, and my life will not only be dancing—I I admire those actors who spend their whole life on stage dancing wholeheartedly, but I am not this kind, I want to develop my life in many ways."

"I got off the stage, I left, but I didn't give up. I'm going to teach kids who want to dance, and I'm going to make my way to the stage."

"Maybe it's really not promising, but it's my choice. I can still dance, but in a corner where the lights don't shine."

"And ah, if you quit at the most beautiful time like this, people who see me will only remember my most splendid moment. Does it look like fireworks?"

"It's fleeting, but it's always the most beautiful."

Fang Yun laughed as she spoke, very happily and triumphantly.

Chen Yan looked at her and smiled, so he had to sigh helplessly.

He said, you can think about it, and don't regret it in the future.Men are all beasts, you can't believe what they say, don't be fooled by your boyfriend's nonsense, think carefully.

Fang Yun just laughed and said yes, yes.

Statement hate did not persuade her too much.

After all, the choice varies from person to person, and there is no absolute right.But if Fang Yun thinks this is the best, then it must be the best.

Because this is her life, no one can give her a grade and define whether it is worthwhile or not.

Only she can.

The person who killed her obviously didn't understand this truth.

The statement is bored and absent-minded in the past.

Not long after, someone opened the door and entered.

Chen Yan turned around and saw Zhong Tang walking in with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a brown document bag in the other, smiling.

Zhong Tang greeted him with a smile: "Good morning."

Zhong Tang talked and smiled as he walked to the opposite of the statement, put the coffee on the table, and handed it to him.

Chen Yan looked down, only to realize that it was not coffee, but a cup of hot water, probably specially brought by Zhong Tang to entertain him.

Chen Yan stretched out his hand to bring over the hot water, and took two sips.

The temperature is okay.

Zhong Tang sat opposite him, put the file bag aside, and didn't rush to open it.

He asked, "Have you watched the news?"

"Yes, after all, it has something to do with my life."

Zhong Tang nodded in agreement, and said, "That's a lot easier to say. It should have been said on the news, Fang Yun's death can be said to be very beautiful, so beautiful that it can be called art. But I think this The scene was not beautiful at all, but it smelled like a psychopath."

The statement said: "Anyone would feel that way."

"Too."

Zhong Tang pursed his lips into a smile, lowered his head, opened another file bag, took out a pile of papers from it, turned it back and forth for a while, and continued slowly: "We have been checking these days. After collecting all kinds of After the information, I made a criminal profile a few days ago, but I didn't find similar people in the social circle of the two of you."

"So I called you here today, just to let you recall carefully. Among the people who have cut off contact, or are not so familiar, and only met two or three times, is there such a person? It's perverted, maybe just one look from you will make him want to kill someone."

While talking, Zhong Tang handed him a piece of paper.

On the paper is some information mixed with Chinese and English, and the information is connected by horizontal and vertical lines, and finally connected to the center, forming several adjectives or nouns that make up the character.

Zhong Tang pointed to the information on the paper, and succinctly summarized the statement: "The layout of the scene is very strict, the blood beads of the roses at Fang Yun's feet have been wiped, and there are even fractured layers, because the angle of the blood spilled is not satisfactory. I have replaced a few roses, even pulled out the petals, and there are many unnecessary details that have been deliberately adjusted. I am a somewhat morbid perfectionist, and I guess I have a certain degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, it may also be because Fang Yun's love is too strong, resulting in a high degree of restoration—but no matter what kind, this kind of person will have a stronger desire to control."

"The makeup on Fang Yun's face is basically the same as it was at the curtain call three years ago, but she used the makeup setting spray as a hydrating spray. She probably doesn't know much about cosmetics, but it's not completely ignorant."

"So, someone who has received higher education, has a certain understanding of art, has a withdrawn personality, is very rigorous, has a strong desire for control, and lives in his own world. A perfectionist, or someone who loves Fang Yun extremely. Since cosmetics If you use it incorrectly, you shouldn’t be particularly particular about your own face. I personally prefer men, but I can’t completely rule out the possibility of women.”

Zhong Tang asked: "Is there anyone to choose?"

Statement Yan tilted his head, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "No."

"Think about it carefully." Zhong Tang said, "It's okay to be suspicious."

Statement disgust: "Suspected... There are two things to say, perfectionists and higher education."

"Who?"

"One is Wu Xiashu and the other is Yang Lu." Chen Yan said, "Wu Xiashu is definitely not counted, he died half a year ago."

Wu Xiashu was the one who committed suicide at home because of unsatisfactory cancer treatment.

He died violently. He burned his house down with a fire, and the gas burned him directly. It was booming at three or four o'clock in the morning, and everyone upstairs and downstairs were scared out of psychological shadows. Everyone had to spend a lifetime to heal.

After the fire was extinguished, Wu Xiashu became a black coal in the living room.

Zhong Tang must have also found out about this matter, he directly took Wu Xiashu out of the list, and said: "I remember Yang Lu is not in the list you gave?"

"No, he doesn't know Fang Yun."

"Is he a perfectionist?"

"Yes and no - he is not perfectionist in his own affairs, but he can kill himself when he starts painting."

Chen Yan said: "Generally, the painting is to paint the whole, but he is very good at picking out those small details. The strokes, the boundary between light and dark, the bright side is not bright enough, the dark side is not dark enough, the transition is too rough, he is always dissatisfied with every detail. In painting, it is always said that details determine success or failure, but the painting is also very beautiful, I think this should also be called some kind of perfectionism.”

"Is he withdrawn?"

"No, he's not withdrawn, he's a very gentle person, and he's very popular. He had a son before, who was born prematurely and was in very bad health. He was diagnosed with many diseases when he was just born. His heart and lungs were not good. It is a congenital disease, the doctor said it is difficult to cure, and has been treating it.”

"Medical treatment costs money. He spends a lot of money. He has been selling his own paintings. The paintings in the art exhibition are clearly marked with prices. He also sells them by himself, and buys and promotes them online. These years, his paintings are a bit like assembly line work. For business, there is no time to dig into the details.”

"yes."

Zhong Tang obviously didn't intend to let him go, so he wrote down two lines on the paper and asked, "Does he not know Fang Yun?"

"...I don't know." Chen Yan said, "Didn't you ask me just now?"

"Some questions have to be asked multiple times to avoid deliberately fabricating wrong answers."

Zhong Tang explained with a smile, and then asked, "How did you meet Yang Lu?"

"Art exhibition. I held an art exhibition, and he asked me to help hang a few of his paintings on it to help promote it."

"Did you hang up?"

"It's hung up. I remember those paintings were bought by others." Chen Yan said, "Yang Lu is very grateful to me, and we visited frequently in the past few years. But in recent years, he is too short of money and paints too much. , the results were not too refined, and if he couldn’t sell it, people always said that his level had declined and he couldn’t get any money. He was very difficult at that time, and people kept scolding him, and his wife was also working outside to earn money, so she was too tired. Maybe It must be because they worked so hard, my son suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital, and left a letter for them, I don’t know what he wrote.”

"He stopped working as a painter after that, and his wife quit and changed jobs. I haven't contacted him for a long time, and I don't know what he's been doing recently."

Very poor.

But I have to say, it's even more suspicious.

Zhong Tang made two notes on the paper and smacked his lips.

The statement asked a question: "Han Ze said, maybe it was done by fanatics?"

"Yeah, a few days ago I suspected that it might be Fang Yun's fanatical fan, the kind who hates to the bone after being a fan. The brain circuit of a fan, everyone who regards a fan as a string puppet , Once he doesn’t go in the direction of his ideal, he won’t do it, he himself is the whole world, and his desire to control is ridiculously strong, you know.”

"As for you, it may be because you think that the pictures you drew for her are not good. If there is love and love, there will be hatred. But we checked a few days ago, Fang Yun has been out of the stage for three years, and there are not many fans on the platform. During the Chinese New Year They are all at home, and there is no one suspicious, so this road is temporarily blocked——I will check with Yang Lu, and I will let you know when I have any news."

"Let's go back today. The criminal policeman who brought you here is still waiting for you at the door, let him take you home."

While talking, Zhong Tang picked up the things on the table.

Statement tired and got up to leave.