Thorns

Fu Jiu quickly came out of the kitchen, holding a new pair of chopsticks, walked to Si Qingyang's side, and put the chopsticks on the chopstick pillow in front of Si Qingyang herself.He bent slightly, and was a little closer to Si Qingyang.

Si Qingyang couldn't help but frowned, he didn't like people getting so close to him.

As if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, his movements were meticulous, and he didn't get up until he found a satisfactory position.

"Thank you." The voice was a little cold, and Si Qingyang's attitude of refusal was a bit obvious. To be honest, because the chopsticks were touched by the other party, Si Qingyang didn't even have the desire to touch them. In the end, Gu Mengping's half-smile eyes Under that, he picked up the chopsticks calmly, but didn't actually move towards the bowl.

On the contrary, Gu Mengping took out a clean paper towel from nowhere, took the chopsticks from his hand, wiped them carefully, put them back into Si Qingyang's hands, and began to wipe with his chopsticks again.

"I'm sorry, he's a bit of a clean freak, don't mind, we don't mean to despise you." Gu Mengping had an easy-going smile on his face, and it was not at all obvious that he did it on purpose. His clean freak was worse than Si Qingyang's. Seriously, but this pot Si Qingyang is determined.

In fact, it can be seen that Fu Jiu is also a clean freak. It can be seen from the furnishings of his home. Although it is full of easels and various completed paintings, most of his paintings are brightly colored. Paintings, but the house was cleaned up, no paint was seen, and there was no residue. The decoration of the house was also quite simple. After taking the chopsticks for Si Qingyang, he wiped his hands with tissue paper under the table. Gu Mengping has seen all the details.

However, his purpose was to scare off the other party. Seeing Fu Jiu's slightly discolored face, Gu Mengping's mood immediately improved, and he didn't continue to hold back. He was already hungry. I have to say, the taste is very good.

"Ah Jiu has lived abroad for so long, it's really not easy to make this Chinese food so authentic." Gu Mengping praised.

"Because I'm studying abroad, I can only cook well by myself." Fu Jiu is still very confident in her cooking skills, and she is not humble in front of the two of them.

"But Mr. Si didn't move his chopsticks. Could it be that it doesn't suit your taste?" Fu Jiu's eyes turned to Si Qingyang, who was not moving, with a bit of disappointment on his face, but the expression was very vivid, with a little The annoyed tone made one's heart soften a little, but it did not include the other two on the table.

"He's already eaten before he came here, so he's not hungry now." Gu Mengping knew that this guy in his family was impatient, but he probably didn't see it. Gu Mengping felt that Fu Jiu was a sensible person, so it was impossible After noticing Si Qingyang's abnormality, he was still so persistent.

"Oh, then you can have some soup." Fu Jiu didn't say anything this time.

Si Qingyang put back the chopsticks in his hand, and kept staring at Gu Mengping. He didn't feel embarrassed. Gu Mengping didn't bother him. After he had eaten and drank, he turned his eyes to him, looked at each other and then moved away. gone.

"Does Ah Jiu like children?" Gu Mengping asked with a smile on his face looking at the person who was drinking soup.

Fu Jiu's complexion didn't change much, she just wiped her lips with a napkin before responding, "Of course I like it, children are so cute, artists like all beautiful things, and I've funded a lot of them both at home and abroad." Welfare agency."

"Including the orphanage you once stayed in?" Gu Mengping asked again.

"Of course. After all, I have been kind to nurturing me. Of course I want to repay it." Fu Jiu responded.

Fu Jiu wasn't very surprised by Gu Mengping's questioning. There might not be so much information about him in China, but it was no secret abroad. It's just that not many people cared about it, and there were not as many children as his parents. He is a special one, but he is an orphan who made it to where he is today through his own hard work. His success is praised by many people, and his background is not taken too seriously.

"Really?" Gu Mengping's words were like a question, but also like an exclamation.

Fu Jiu just chuckled, and did not respond to Gu Mengping's words, with a gentle and calm expression on his face.

After the meal, Fu Jiu took Gu Mengping and Si Qingyang to visit other rooms in his home. The rooms were full of paintings of various kinds, which were similar in style to the works he exhibited in the exhibition hall. , mainly the scenery, full of the breath of life, positive.

When leaving, Fu Jiu gave Gu Mengping another painting, which was different from the previous one. The color of this painting was bright and bright, which was his usual style.

"Thank you Ah Jiu for your hospitality. If you encounter any problems during your stay in China, you can call me." Like an old friend who has known each other for many years, Gu Mengping reported his phone number familiarly, even more As a local, taking care of each other, everything is so peaceful.

"Okay, I've made a note of it, thank you." After waving her hand, Fu Jiu watched the two leave side by side.

hit it off?For these three people, it does not exist. Fu Jiu knew Gu Mengping's identity just like Gu Mengping knew Fu Jiu's identity. Gu Mengping didn't ask too many questions today, and Fu Jiu didn't take the initiative to explain. Playing Tai Chi, but only you know the thoughts of a few people.

Besides, Gu Mengping knew from the very beginning that the matter would not end so soon.

But he doesn't have enough evidence to prove that this case is related to Fu Jiu. Fu Jiu's attitude is very clear. He did confess that he has a relationship with the orphanage, but this does not mean that he has a close relationship with the case.

"Let Chen Guangyi and the others identify it, the old nine they said is not this person." Pointing to the photo on the photo, Mu Zhiyuan said to Gu Mengping who had just returned to the bureau.

"Well, I see." Gu Mengping just responded lightly, and hung the painting he brought back in the most obvious place in the office, and the coldness in the empty room instantly became less.

"But you didn't have a plan before, this is the key person in this case, so you don't worry at all?" Mu Zhiyuan felt helpless.

"If the case is so easy to solve, how can the murderer succeed again and again." Gu Mengping also knew that there was not much time left for them, but it was useless to worry at this time.

Now the dean of the orphanage has run away, and Butler Wu is also missing. Although the whole city is blocked, Gu Mengping understands that people are not so easy to find.

Mu Zhiyuan had nothing to say, so he could only hold his breath and leave by himself. After Mu Zhiyuan left, Gu Mengping moved a chair and sat in front of the painting, staring at the painting for a long, long time. When Mu Zhiyuan came back from his errands, Gu Mengping turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were a little sore.

"What do you see?" Si Qingyang asked.

"Of course, some very interesting things." Gu Mengping pulled off the works on the wall, rolled them up and put them away, and handed them to Si Qingyang, "Let's go, let's go to the scene of the crime."

They have been to the scene of the crime many times, and they have taken away all the things that should be taken away, but they did not take away the most obvious thing that was in the house at that time.

It was still the bedroom of the deceased, because a lot of things had been removed, so it looked a little empty. Gu Mengping stood at the door of the room and didn't go in. The afternoon sun was already glowing orange. A large piece of painting was made with blood. After the blood dried up, it solidified and turned black. The painting on the wall was not as obvious as it was that day. It was black and red, so blurry that it was almost impossible to distinguish.

At that time, I only thought it was a sea of ​​red flowers, but after sitting for an afternoon, Gu Mengping finally figured out the meaning of this painting.

"Do you know what the painting is?" Gu Mengping asked.

Shaking his head, Si Qingyang responded sincerely. It was really hard to distinguish a large piece of red. It looked like a flower, but he couldn't see the shape of the petals clearly.

"Do you know Tamarix?" Gu Mengping asked again.

This time, Si Qingyang nodded.This is a shrub plant with a height of one or two people. When it blooms, it is somewhat similar to Polygonum rubrum. There are long strings of flowers on the flower stems, and the branches are thin and drooping slightly.

"Then do you know its flower language?" Gu Mengping asked again.

This time Si Qingyang shook his head again. He didn't often hear about this kind of plant, he had heard of it before, but compared to those common and famous flowers, he didn't pay much attention to this kind of flower.

"Sin, the flower language of this kind of flower is sin." Gu Mengping said looking at the painting in front of him.

The murderer has already passed on his message, and he is here to avenge the murder. This crime does not refer to his crime of killing these victims, but the crime borne by the dead. The murderer is like an executioner. Deal with these erring people.

At this moment, Fu Jiu's figure reappeared in Gu Mengping's mind, and his memory kept showing the scene at the exhibition, as well as everything he saw at Fu Jiu's house today.

Painting, what he remembers most is painting, all kinds of paintings.

There are gloxinia flowers, black mulberry flowers, winter chrysanthemums, marigolds, forest tree flowers, and lotus flowers in the paintings. There are many paintings, but these kinds of flowers appear most frequently, so many that Gu Mengping almost forgets What other types are there. .

Desire, life and death, parting, sorrow, temptation, condemnation, behind those glamorous paintings, it is not full of longing for life, but behind the brilliance seen by the naked eye, there is an unspeakable heaviness.

Fu Jiu was conveying some information to him, some information that the other party wanted to say but couldn't say.

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