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Wu Xiashu.

A man who let himself die violently and cast a psychological shadow on his entire community.

"Wu Xiashu's words, I remember I said that he is dead." Chen said angrily, "What else can I ask?"

"I'm a policeman, and I don't know the specific situation." The policeman said, "I heard that he has a lot to do with Fang Yun. He seems to have painted Fang Yun, and there are white roses in the painting, so now I have to pay attention to him." He attaches great importance to it. If he is not dead, he should be the most suspected person."

"...Aren't you very clear about this?"

The policeman said: "The criminal police team knows more than I do. So I just want to ask you about Wu Xiashu's situation. Don't be nervous."

Narrator nodded.

Seeing that he understood, the police nodded, and finally put down the sentence "Then I will guard the door, call me after eating", turned around and went out.

The door of the ward was closed by him.

After he left, Chen Yan picked up his chopsticks and ate obediently.

He used two things at once, turned on his phone while eating, and exited the chat interface with Xu Liangyun, only then saw Zhou Dengzhou looking for him yesterday at a much slower pace.

Zhou Dengzhou came to him to ask about Zhanzi, and by the way, asked about his and Xu Liangyun's affairs, looking like he really wanted to gossip.

It seems that the police protected him very well about his attack, and they didn't reveal anything about it. Zhou Dengzhou didn't know anything.

Statement tired of replying to his two sentences about Zhanzi, thought for a while, and then lightly sent him a sentence of "getting back together".

Then wait for Zhou Dengzhou to send him two rows of big question marks.

Friends have been doing it for a long time, and they can guess how the other party will react.

Sometimes I just want to see this kind of reaction.

Statement tired of thinking about this scene, couldn't help but smile slightly.

Then he exited the interface, took a bite of the biscuit, thought about it, and searched for traumatic stress disorder.

Soon, a lot of popular science popped up, and there were even recommended drugs, which was a dizzying mess.

Chen Chen looked tired of these, couldn't help frowning slightly, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

He clicked on one of them and scrolled down.

The deeper he went to understand, the deeper his frown became.

At the same time, the police officer guarding the door was leaning against the door handle with his pocket in his pocket, staring at the ceiling boredly.

The voices in the corridor were deserted, the air smelled of disinfectant, and even the footsteps sounded quite indifferent.

After staying like this for more than ten minutes, someone suddenly called out from afar: "Hey! Brother Police!"

The policeman "big brother" turned his head to look.

A nurse walked towards him holding a large bouquet of colorful flowers.

"Someone just went to the nurse's station and gave this to me." She handed over the flowers and said, "He said he was a friend of the statement and came to see him, but the statement told him about the current situation It's special, he can't enter the ward, so just give this to us, let us bring it over, and you can take it in for him."

The policeman froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

He took a breath and looked like he smelled something.

The nurse didn't notice it at all, and kept saying, "Also, that person still has something to pass on to me, and he said—"

"Wait," he said. "Stay still."

Nurse:"?"

After the policeman said this, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand and shook back and forth in the bouquet held by the nurse. After weighing it, he grabbed one of the blue-purple flowers, pulled some out, and then poked his head Look in.

The nurse held the flowers, not daring to breathe or move.

He was not the only policeman standing guard outside the ward. Seeing that the situation was different, two criminal policemen surrounded him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The policeman looking at the flowers quickly retracted his head, reached out and pinched out half of the blue-purple flower and a red rose inside.

The flower stems are dripping with fresh blood.

The two detectives each took a deep breath.

One of them reacted immediately, cursed "fuck" quickly, and then ran to the nurse's station, probably trying to catch the person who brought the flowers.

The policeman also knew that the man must have run away long ago. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and pressed the flower back, then shook his hands twice, and took the flower from the nurse's hand.

Another criminal policeman took out his police ID card from his pocket, flashed it, took out a pen, and said to the nurse: "Sorry to bother you for a while, the situation is special, I have to ask you a few questions here, according to the requirements There is still a recording to be made, let me know in advance."

The nurses were stunned, and they were stunned for a few seconds when they heard the words, and then they responded twice and nodded.

Mr. Interpol simply said thank you for your cooperation, pressed the switch of the recording pen, and asked, "What does the person who sent the flowers look like?"

The nurse was very nervous: "Yes...he is a man in a black suit and tie, tall and handsome..."

"Handsome? See the face?"

"No." The nurse said, "He wears gold-rimmed glasses, a black mask, and a black hat, but he is tall and thin, with a good-looking face and particularly good-looking eyes...he must be a very good person." A handsome man."

The criminal policeman and the policeman holding the flower looked at each other.

Mr. Interpol quickly looked away, and then asked: "Then did you ask his name?"

"I asked." The nurse said, "He said his name is...Wu Xiashu."

Interpol: "..."

The detective's face darkened suddenly.

He clicked his tongue, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, then took a deep breath, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, and then asked: "Then... do you have any other impressions about this Wu Xiashu? Recall, think of Say whatever you want, think about it carefully, any details will do.”

"what……"

The nurse raised her head, her eyes wandered for a while, she thought about it obediently, stretched out her hand and scratched her face, and recalled slowly: "He...is very white, and he was wearing a formal suit, like a Like a nobleman, he seemed to treasure this bouquet very carefully, and he was very careful when handing it over to me, and told me to hand it over to Chen Yan, saying that these are his most precious works..."

"Work? Is that what he said?"

"Yeah." The nurse nodded, "I also feel baffled. When I asked him what works, he laughed and said that these are his works."

"I thought he was a flower artist, that kind of flower arrangement, so I didn't ask any more. But when he left in the end, he said a lot of inexplicable things, saying let me tell you."

The detective asked, "What did he say?"

The nurse said, "He said—"

It was so nerve-wracking to be questioned by the police, and the nurse went blank for a moment.So she lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and thought carefully for a while.

In her memory, when the person in a black formal suit put down the flowers and left, she once sighed softly.

Then, he took two steps outside, suddenly said "that's right", turned around, and said, "They don't know the name of that painting yet."

The nurse was registering his name at that time, she was taken aback when she heard this, and raised her head, "Huh?"

"Wu Xiashu" seemed to be dazed, he stood there with a strange light in his eyes.

"They don't know the name of the painting yet," he said.

"They don't know the name of the painting yet," he murmured again. "You've got to tell them I'm not happy with the name they took, I'm not happy with the name they took."

"Tell them," he stretched out his hand like singing a drama, raised it high into the sky, and then looked at the sky together, "tell them."

He said, "That's called a snow-white deer."

He looked at his fingertips stretched to the very front of the air, his eyes were shining with a strange light.

He murmured again: "Snow White Deer."

-

The door of the ward was knocked suddenly.

Chen Yan was still drinking porridge from a plastic bowl while meditating on Xu Liangyun's matter, thinking too deeply, he was so frightened that he choked and coughed up half a mouthful of porridge.

The person outside the door shouted: "Police, is it convenient for you to ask questions now?"

The voice has changed, it should be a different person.

Chen Yan put down the bowl, coughed twice, wiped his mouth and cleared his throat, and let them in.

When he spoke, he couldn't help coughing twice.

The policeman got his response and opened the door.There were two policemen who came in, one was the policeman Xu Liangyun valued him for some reason, although he didn't know the reason, and the other was the criminal policeman who had seen him once or twice, and was also responsible for taking care of him before.

Two policemen walked in with big strides, neither of them looked very good.

The criminal policeman nodded at him and walked in with a serious face: "Excuse me."

Statement: "...it's okay, don't bother me."

Statement Yan responded and looked up at the policeman.

Mr. Policeman's complexion is not very good-looking, but the complexion looking at him is quite gentle.

Perhaps it was because the other party was a person whom Xu Liangyun valued, and Chen Yan somehow relied on him a little bit.

He shrank his neck and asked the police cautiously, "What happened?"

Two policemen walked into the ward, the criminal policeman sat down on a row of chairs beside the hospital bed, the policeman stood aside, nodded to him with a gloomy expression, and said, "Wu Xiashu is alive again."

Statement tired: "? Ah?"

Mr. Interpol took out his mobile phone, tapped it twice, and said, "A man who claimed to be Wu Xiashu just came to the hospital and sent you a bouquet of flowers."

Statement: "...??"

As the criminal police spoke, they called up the photos on the phone and handed them to the statement.

Chen Yan took it over and took a look, and saw that it was a bouquet of quite colorful flowers, white, red, yellow, blue, and purple, all available.

"He said these are his works." Mr. Interpol said, "According to our information, Wu Xiashu is indeed a painter who likes to paint some flowers."

"He is."

Chen Chen responded in disgust, and zoomed in on the flowers again, looked back and forth, frowned slightly, and said, "There... seems to be all the flowers so far, right?"

Indeed it is.

The dead roses that appeared in Fang Yun's case, the sunflowers with yellow petals in Zhang Yan's house, and the blue bellflowers that were left all over the ground when Yang Lu disappeared, are all in this bouquet.

There are seven flowers in total.In addition to these three, there is a white hydrangea, a bouquet of blue and purple hyacinths, and a pink tulip.

"Yes." Mr. Interpol replied, "That is to say, this person will kill seven people in total... The target is not just you and Fang Yun. I guess it is probably because you failed to rob, so I realized how difficult it is to go on like this It’s too big, so let’s just use this method to expand the scope, so it’s easy to handle. It’s also possible that the idea was to divert the tiger away from the mountain at the beginning, and didn’t intend to let you be ranked second at all.”

The statement was tired of silence, and looked at the bouquet of flowers in the picture again.

"However, no matter what it is, we must hurry up now."

While talking, the criminal policeman took out a pen, held it in his hand, and showed the statement to Yan.

Chen Yan knew that it was a recording pen, so he nodded and motioned for him to please.

The criminal police pressed the switch of the recording pen, cleared his throat, and got down to business.

The detective asked him, "What kind of person is Wu Xiashu?"

"Extremely introverted." Chen Yan replied, "I met him seven or eight years ago. He is very autistic. He may not be able to answer ten words to him. He just draws quietly. But he In fact, he has a lot of opinions on others. Every time I ask him what he thinks about paintings, he will become very talkative. He is the kind of person who can give advice. I don’t like being preached by others, so I don’t have much relationship with him. good."

"Have you ever quarreled with him?"

"No, I don't like arguing with people very much. He pointed me out a few times, and when I was upset, I told him to stop talking, I don't like to hear it, and he stopped talking. After that, we once again Because one matter was completely deadlocked, I didn't take the initiative to contact each other, and basically just liked each other in the circle of friends, so I can't even count him as friends, at most we can be considered acquaintances."

The criminal policeman nodded, then took out a notebook from his pocket, flipped through two pages, looked at it twice, and then asked, "How much do you and Wu Xiashu know each other?"

"Not much, but he knows that I have a boyfriend. He can't accept this. When I was sketching once, I whispered to me that a man should find a woman. Two men are abnormal, sick, and abnormal. I heard Very unhappy, I dropped my pen and told him what it has to do with you, then turned around and left. It was because of the stalemate that time, so the relationship between the two of us is not good, but he has a good relationship with Fang Yun, listen Said that he likes Fang Yun very much - I heard."

The criminal police responded: "What you heard is true, we checked it."

While talking, he turned the recording pen twice, and asked again: "You haven't finished answering, how much do you know about Wu Xiashu?"

"Not much." Chen Yan said, "It's all from hearsay. I'm not very interested in others. I heard that he changed his major once in college, and he wasn't an art student when he first took the exam...it's all rumors."

The criminal policeman pouted, and hummed in a drawn-out voice with some headaches.

He asked Chen Yan two or three more questions, but he was really not too close to Wu Xiashu, and he answered the questions so that he himself felt that it was useless.

The criminal police had to call it a day.

"Okay, let's do this first." He said, "When I just received the flowers, I called Captain Xu. He said that the prisoner already knew where you were and might want to do something, so he should be discharged now. He is already in the hospital. We're on our way here, and we'll go through the formalities for you right away."

Statement Yan nodded, indicating understanding.

The two policemen left after explaining the matter.

Not long after they left, Zhang Yan's phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

Chen Yan turned his head and saw that it was Xu Liangyun who had called him through a voice call.

He lowered his head and picked up the phone, and picked it up.

"Hi," Chen Yan asked, "what's the matter?"

Xu Liangyun was silent on the phone for two seconds, and then he opened his mouth.

When he spoke, his voice was a little flustered: "Well...they should have told you, it's about flowers."

"Yeah." Chen Yan said, "I just finished asking my question."

"Well... I'm thinking about it, and it's almost time to finish asking, so I'll call you."

Xu Liangyun is a bit dry when talking to him now, and his words are blunt inside and out, and he hesitates as if he was nervous as if he had just fallen in love with him-this is actually not accurate, Xu Liangyun was still very nervous when he first fell in love. Young, high-spirited and extremely confident, he is more open than he is now.

People really live more and more.

The statement lowered its eyes in disgust.

"The prisoner has come," he said. "Where are you?"

Xu Liangyun suddenly became even more panicked: "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't be afraid, I'll be there soon—I'll be there in two intersections, don't be afraid...there are policemen outside, nothing will happen, I Come right away."

Statements: "..."

The statement was speechless for a moment.

He originally meant to say, "The prisoner has been here, it's not safe here, it's better to leave as soon as possible, so we can discuss when you come over", but Xu Liangyun understood his meaning as something else.

It's hard to change your mouth when you are tired of the statement, so you have to follow the words: "Okay, then you slow down."

"You can hurry up."

"..."

"I'll be right there."

"……it is good."

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Yan couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not afraid, he left after delivering the flowers."

"I'm afraid he's nearby. It's okay. I'll go over and take you away right away....Take you back to my house and make sure he doesn't dare to follow."

Statement: "...Really?"

"……real."

Xu Liangyun paused for a moment, then pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to emphasize something, and repeated again: "Really."

"There is no second Ye Xia," he said, "There is no second Ye Xia."

——He seemed to be tired of the statement, but also seemed to be warning himself.

The statement was silent for a moment.

After a while, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he stopped talking.

In the end, he only called him softly: "Xu Liangyun."

Xu Liangyun responded, "Hey."

"Buy me flowers." Chen Yan said, "Buy me flowers, okay?"