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After Ji Zhisheng analyzed that the two cases were committed by the same person, City G formally contacted City C after comparing similar cases, and investigated Rose Kiss and Rose Thorn together.

The details of the Rose Kiss case were quickly transferred to City G, but it was strange that the case had been closed, indicating that the murderer had been captured, but there were no photos or details about the murderer.

The Bureau of Forestry called City C: "Hey, old Yuan, what's going on, hasn't the above already approved it? Why isn't the information on Rose Kiss not complete?"

"Forest Bureau, it's not incomplete, it's just that we only have so much information here."

Bureau Lin frowned and tried to say: "No, what about the last murderer and the deceased of Rose Kiss? Consultant Ji said that the mastermind behind Rose Kiss was not dead at all, and the case of Rose Kiss is also..."

The opposite party interrupted him hesitantly: "Board Lin, this... this involves Professor Ji's personal privacy, and the police station has agreed to destroy it."

"The last backup is only with Professor Ji... I don't know if he deleted it or not. If he wants to make it public, we have no objection, but if he doesn't want to... I still suggest that you don't force it."

What kind of backup is public or not? The more Lin Bureau listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, "Old Yuan, don't be a riddle, please speak clearly, hello? Hello?!"

After saying sorry to the other person, he hung up the phone. Bureau Forest didn't believe in evil, and called a few acquaintances in the police station of City C.But without exception, when they talked about Ji Zhisheng, they all kept it secret, said a few words in a hurry, and then fooled it.

Forest Bureau:? ? ?

What's the matter? This is, everyone who participated in the Rose Kiss case saw a ghost at the final murder scene, didn't they? !It's outrageous.

He poured two full glasses of water before suppressing the fire in his heart, and he realized it belatedly, it seemed to have something to do with Ji Zhisheng.Director Lin thought about it carefully for a moment, and was puzzled in every possible way, but remembering what the group of people said just now, he still put the matter on hold for the time being.

Suddenly, the phone dinged, and Lao Yuan sent him a message. Director Lin swiped open the phone and looked, his pupils shrank.

Lao Yuan: [Bureau Lin, according to your statement, Professor Ji took the case of Rose Thorn. You are your own person. Let me tell you the truth. Ask Professor Ji for his latest psychiatric report. If there is no abnormality, please ask him again.] take over. ]

Since Ji Zhisheng took the case, he spends less and less time at home. He occasionally goes back to change his clothes, prepares cat food for Ah Ruan, and takes almost all the rest of the time at the police station.

Before he knew it, his three meals were almost covered by Xi Jin.

"I said Professor Ji, you have been staring at these two pictures for four hours, can you really see a flower?" Xi Jin leaned over and sighed, "I haven't looked at my phone for four hours. , although you are pretty, I can't keep looking at you, right?"

He put egg yolk crisps on the table, and a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean pork.

"Don't look at it yet, let's have dinner first."

It was already dark outside, Ji Zhisheng raised his head when he heard the words, rubbed his sore neck, got used to Xi Jin's feeding, and picked up the disposable tableware: "Thank you."

Ji Zhisheng adjusted his glasses: "Has the murderer of Liu Xiaoying been caught yet?"

Xi Jin: "There is no news yet, but it should be soon. I said, the mastermind behind Rose Kiss really didn't die back then? But didn't the last murderer die at that time, and the case was confirmed to be closed?"

"I've just confirmed it too," Ji Zhisheng said, "Also, whether Rose kissed the last person who died is the murderer or not is another matter."

It is likely to be a scapegoat who was pushed out.

Xi Jin thought for a moment.

If it is different, there are still differences between these two cases that are separated by a year.

First, the pictures left at the scene are different; second, the rose thorn is the victim's tongue was put into the dug out heart, while the rose kiss victim's heart was forcibly put into the severed stomach.

But does this have any special meaning?

He thought so, so he asked.

Ji Zhi paused, and said, "I don't know."

Beside Ji Zhisheng, Xi Jin is especially good at babbling, "Oh, if it is a re-enactment of the crime, then the next victim will appear soon?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Liu hurriedly opened the door and came in, sweating profusely: "Deputy team, the murderer who killed Liu Xiaoying has been caught!"

Ji Zhisheng frowned, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, got up and said, "Let's go. Go to the interrogation room."

Xi Jin: "You don't want to eat?"

"full."

Xi Jin looked at the porridge that was barely moving, frowned, put an egg yolk cake in her arms, turned and followed.

……

outside the interrogation room.

Ji Zhisheng looked in through the one-way glass and the soundproof board.

Behind the gray iron table sat a middle-aged man about 50 years old. His complexion was dark and his eyes were dulled by years of hard work. He was wearing construction work clothes, his wrists were shackled, and his head was bowed deeply.

Silent like a mountain.

There was a policewoman standing inside, her threatening and seductive voice was clearly transmitted outside through the microphone, but no matter what she said, the man inside remained silent.

Ji Zhisheng looked at the man inside carefully, and said in a low voice, "Give me his information."

What Xiao Liu admired for him now was his five-body cast, and Xi Jin didn't need to say much, he immediately handed over the information.

"It's almost the same as what Consultant Ji speculated. You see, the murderer is Gong Zhiyi, a worker at the northwest construction site. He lives alone and widowed, but he has a son who is not filial and likes to gamble. He hasn't returned home for a long time."

"Three years ago, the construction site was still a town, but for development, Gong Zhiyi was considered a relocated household. It stands to reason that he had a lot of money to accompany or supplement money for a house. Later, I didn't know what happened. I didn't change houses. Instead, he worked on the construction site for so long."

Ji Zhisheng lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a while, looking really deep in thought.

Xi Jin has been paying attention to him, from his angle, he can see the inexplicable light flickering in Ji Zhisheng's eyes.He looked at it for a while, and for some reason, he inexplicably felt that Ji Zhisheng's temperament had changed subtly.

"discipline……"

"Let the people inside come out, I'll go in." Ji Zhisheng raised his head and said.

Xi Jin paused, "Okay."

He said something into the headset, and the people inside came out immediately.Ji Zhisheng put on one, went in and closed the door.Xi Jin immediately cheered up and watched the movement inside.

Gong Zhiyi saw that the interrogator had changed, but he didn't respond in any way, and his cloudy eyes were full of silence.

Ji Zhisheng took a step forward, put his hands in front of the gray Tie Zhuozi, leaned slightly, and spoke softly

"As a father, you have worked very hard, but your son did not understand your painstaking efforts."

Gong Zhiyi rolled his eyes, and he finally raised his head to look at the gentle young man in front of him.

Ji Zhisheng seemed to have pity on his face, and sighed, "Unfortunately, he may not even know that you have been taken away, how unfilial."

After he finished speaking, not only did Gong Zhiyi not get angry, but a more indifferent feeling appeared all over his body, only the corners of his chapped mouth moved, and a wave of fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

Ji Zhisheng observed his reaction carefully, and adjusted his glasses after a while: "Since you don't want to say anything, then I'll do it for you."

Gong Zhiyi closed his eyes in silence and resistance.

"Your son's name is Gong Fei. He is addicted to gambling. He used all the money you had as relocated households to gamble, and in the end he owed a lot of usury instead," Ji Zhisheng laughed.

"So he ran away, leaving you alone. Instead of complaining, you took the initiative to repay the debt for your son. You... really enjoy the feeling of being forced to sacrifice."

"..." Gong Zhiyi opened his eyes, and was no longer indifferent. In his weather-beaten eyes, Ji Zhisheng could not feel much love as a parent for his children, but a silent and pathological madness for dedication.

The first time he saw Gong Zhiyi, he was vaguely sure that this person was a completely passive and dedicated enjoyment personality.

In other words, Gong Zhiyi is obsessed with the feeling of suffering for others, and he will think it is a great and selfless love.

"No," Gong Zhiyi denied, "I just want to tell him to turn around and make him better."

He was no longer unresponsive as before, but frowned, looking a little impatient, and the shackles on his wrists were rattled by his unconscious pulling.

Ji Zhisheng didn't refute at all, his voice was gentle and gentle, he followed Gong Zhiyi's words and said: "Yes, you are a great father, and you are doing it for his own good, so, do you want him to be better?"

"However, you need to pay a little price."

There was a smile in his light-colored pupils, as if wrapped in a layer of honey, and the eyes he looked at Gong Zhiyi were extremely gentle, like a god stretching out his hand to the wicked, and every word was convincing.

Gong Zhiyi's eyes were blank for a moment, he was silent for a while, and as expected, he said: "...what price."

Ji Zhisheng: "You treat your son so well, and you don't want him to know that his father is only a murderer. If he finds out, he will be looked down upon by the people around him, unable to find a job, and will live in the shadows all his life."

"You thought you were helping him, but you were actually hurting him."

This sentence is extremely fatal to a person with a dedicated personality.

Gong Zhiyi's eyes fluctuated. He didn't have a high degree of education, so he obviously didn't think of this level. At this time, when Ji Zhisheng pointed it out, he became anxious with the naked eye.

Gong Zhiyi finally compromised: "...Then, what should I do then?"

"So," Ji Zhisheng took out the question he had prepared to ask, "Can you write?"

Gong Zhiyi: "Yes."

"Fill in the above questions one by one. According to the facts, if there is any lie, your son will immediately know that you are a murderer," Ji Zhisheng said softly.

He even looked like a villain in a movie, his tone gradually became colder, with a faint taste of menace, and with the pair of glasses on his face, he looked like a moody and gentle scum.

"Fill him, I promise, you will die quietly, no one knows what you did for Gong Fei, and no one will remember you, you are a great father who died in the shadows."

Gong Zhiyi: "...the great father who died in the shadows." The middle-aged man who had experienced hardships and life experiences repeated this sentence, and it seemed that he couldn't find any more suitable words to describe himself.

That's right, he is such a person, he loves his son so much.

Gong Zhiyi thought to himself, his fate is so tragic, there are always people coercing him, but so what, he deserves to be sacrificed.

On his aging face, a trace of self-pity and self-pity flashed across his face, and he was even moved by his unknown contribution. He wiped his tears sadly, and wrote down the answer to the question with trembling fingers.

By the time he finished writing, half an hour had passed.

During this period, no one outside the interrogation room made a sound, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Ji Zhisheng, as if they were looking at a stranger.

Especially Xi Jin.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he met Ji Zhisheng for the first time in the lecture hall of University A, a student asked the question, does criminal empathy really exist?

At this time, Ji Zhisheng brought over the questions that Gong Zhiyi had filled out, read them carefully, and frowned slightly, "You said that you were ordered by someone, as long as you kill Liu Xiaoying according to the method he said, your son will be able to Receive a large sum of money to completely pay off the debt?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no need for Gong Zhiyi to hide it, he said, "That's right."

"Then why is it Liu Xiaoying?"

"That person didn't say anything."

Ji Zhi paused, and his voice was low: "How did you get in touch with him? What is his voice?"

"Call me, but it's a different number every time. When I call, it's an empty number. The voice..." Gong Zhiyi thought for a while, "It's an electronic voice, and I can't tell the difference between men and women."

He looked up at Ji Zhisheng, as if he was sure, and asked again: "You are not looking for my son, are you?"

Ji Zhisheng gave an absent-minded hum, intending to hand over the remaining fragmentary questions to others, he frowned and walked out.

Suddenly, Gong Zhiyi called him from behind, "Do you know a man named Ji Zhisheng?"

Ji Zhisheng paused, tilted his head slightly, and his glasses flickered coldly: "What's wrong?"

Gong Zhiyi shook his head, "It's easy for the police to find someone. If you find him, tell him that someone asked me to bring this sentence to him."

Ji Zhisheng turned sideways.

"That person said..." Gong Zhiyi seemed to be thinking about it, and after a while, he spoke, his voice was low and slow, as if he was learning to speak.

"There are roses in heaven, and roses in hell."

Ji Zhisheng's fingers tightened suddenly, and the fingertips that were holding the questionnaire turned white. After a long time, he said lightly, "I see."