The door of the monitoring room was opened, Chu Xingyun stood at the door with a gloomy face, and He Cheng stood at the door with a cup of tea that had already cooled down. His eyes passed over Chu Xingyun's shoulder and looked in. Liu Jiamin sat on a chair and tidied up his makeup in front of the small mirror.

There were also Qiao Shishi and several members of the field team standing at the door. They all looked at Chu Xingyun with great enthusiasm, as if they had hoped that they had made a fortune in this question.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Check her ID card and all bank card records, adjust surveillance and visit the masses, and be sure to find where she went on August 7, 2015!"

The police officers answered yes and then scattered.

Chu Xingyun sat on the bench in the hall with a frustrated look on his face, lowering his head and dragging his face tiredly.

He Cheng slowly walked to him and sat down, handed him the teacup in his hand, and continued to stalemate until he reached out to catch the cup, then pinched his fingers that had been stiff because he had not moved for a long time, and then asked, "Who is the murderer, a woman or a child?"

The cup of tea in his hand was already cold, the tea leaves were old, and there were too many tea leaves, and the taste was bitter. Chu Xingyun took a sip, and his tongue was sobered by bitter tea, which made him feel much more awake. He sighed irritably and said, "Three situations, children, women, children and women. All the evidence is currently directed to the child. But Fu Yi said that, all the evidence is too deliberate, and the woman is too smart. He used the loopholes in the court to only talk about evidence and cut himself cleanly. As long as she doesn't let go, no matter which situation is the truth, the final murderer will become a child alone."

"How can you be sure that the button is from the mummy?"

At this time, the sound of Dingdeng going downstairs came. A girl with a round face in a white coat trotted over with a report and panted and handed the report to Chu Xingyun: "Cross Chu, I found the remaining blood in a crack on the inside of the button. After identification, it was consistent with Xu Yan's DNA."

Chu Xingyun pulled the corner of his lips and smiled: "Now it's confirmed."

He Cheng took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows, looking a little tired, and then put on his glasses and said lightly: "Now you only need to find evidence to prove that the woman went to Luyuan Villa on August 7, 2015, or near Luyuan Villa, right?"

Chu Xingyun sighed again, buried his head and grabbed his hair roots, and said listlessly: "Yes."

He Cheng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, saying, "There is no evidence, there is someone to prove it, is that okay?"

Chu Xingyun suddenly looked up at him, and his eyes suddenly burst out: "What does it mean?"

He Cheng said: "Jiang Zhaonan."

Ten minutes later, He Cheng hung up the phone and slowly returned to the lobby from the end of the corridor. Looking at his longing and extremely earnest face, he smiled and said, "You are lucky Captain Chu. After Jiang Zhaonan had the operation, he recuperated in the villa for a while and happened to pass by August 7th. Yuan Xu and his friends went up the mountain to play the day before, and he was the one he received. On the 7th, Yuan Xu and others went down the mountain. In the evening of that day, a woman came to find four missing children. He was very happy to come and recognize your suspect. Is the woman that year?"

Chu Xingyun stood up and said, "Where is he now?"

"He will come to the banquet without urging him."

Chu Xingyun's heart was halfway down, and he felt the soles of his feet fluttering. The light of his eyes glanced at He Cheng with the collar of his shirt wide open, revealing two straight and hard collarbones. He understood why Qiao Shishi and Su Wan were always looking at He Cheng wrongly.

Chu Xingyun reached into his pocket and touched a round and smooth button, and waved to He Cheng: "Come here."

After saying that, he stepped onto the steps to lead the way.

He Cheng thought he had something important to do, so he followed him upstairs and was led by him all the way to the captain's office.

Chu Xingyun opened the door: "Get in."

He Cheng hesitated for a moment, looked at him suspiciously, and then walked in.

Chu Xingyun closed the door, pointed to a group of reception sofas in the middle, and said, "Sit down."

He Cheng walked over and sat down on the sofa in a daze. He saw him go around to the desk and pull open the drawer and search around. After a moment, he took out a sewing box.

He Cheng twitched his lips and said with awkward smile: "It seems that your job is very easy, and you still have time to be a female red person."

Chu Xingyun sat on the table in front of him with a needle and thread box, raised his foot and stepped on the edge of the sofa, pulled out the thread and threaded the needle, saying, "Don't owe you your mouth, Qiao Shishi's things, I've sewed my clothes for me... I've put the needle in, don't move."

Chu Xingyun put the dark blue button on the collar of He Cheng's shirt at about the same level, leaned over and put the first needle.

As he got closer, Chu Xingyun smelled the men's perfume with cold sandalwood on the back of He Cheng. He didn't know if it was perfume urging or spraying on He Cheng, so he looked urging. The very cold sandalwood penetrated into his nostrils and gradually turned into a breath of dryness. Chu Xingyun suddenly regretted taking the job of sewing buttons for He Cheng, because it was really hard to concentrate at this moment. He stabbed the needle several times but didn't penetrate the button hole, so he said impatiently: "Don't move!"

Because Chu Xingyun got too close, He Cheng had to raise his chin slightly, take a breath in his chest, and say, "I didn't move, it's because your hands are unstable."

The first needle finally got into the right place, and Chu Xingyun felt a little relieved: "Stay it, don't move once."

He Cheng felt that his life was being held in his hand, and the needle in Chu Xingyun was moving in a very coquettish way, so he couldn't stop pricking him, so he really kept his neck moving. But he was a turtle.

After the brain was thrusting, he suddenly remembered this sentence. Where did you hear it? I remembered that a comedian who Chu Xingyun liked said this sentence, which led to a period of time when Chu Xingyun always imitated the little black man intentionally or unintentionally, which made him hear his ears.

He Cheng suddenly felt that it was necessary to move, and he didn't want Chu Xingyun to see his cramps and nervousness, so he picked up one of the books on the table and turned it over without concentration.

The needle in Chu Xingyun's hand was in a coquettish position, and he turned from the lower left needle eye to the lower left needle eye. His eyes were staring at the work in his hand and said, "Don't turn it around, evidence."

He Cheng quickly understood what evidence this was. He flipped through from behind, then flipped through from front to back, and asked: "The notes are like one person, why are there two ways to write them?"

Chu Xingyun said: "Have you heard of running epilepsy? Onset or high pressure can lead to short-term selective amnesia. I guess Yuan Xu chose to forget that memory because of the stress after killing. But his habits made him remember it in his diary. I asked his classmates and teachers. He is usually left-handed and always writes from back to front with a notebook. After amnesia, his mental hints caused him to change his writing habits, writing with his right hand like others, from front to back. A notebook, the front is after amnesia, and the reverse is before amnesia. There is always a day when the notebook is used up. At this time, the front and the back meet. Even if he wants to forget it, he has to think about it. And look at the number of these notebooks, at least three years."

He Cheng thought for a while and said with interest: "In other words, he wanted to forget his unbearable memories and live a normal life. But these diaries reminded him of the crimes he had committed again and again, made him realize that he had killed his friend, and made him experience it again and again, shocked, fear, regret, helplessness, and finally despair... This is the cruelest punishment he gave himself. He was trapped in this cage, and he turned around in circles, and he returned to the starting point every time, and he would never get out."

Chu Xingyun didn't say anything, and his movements of threading were slowed down a lot. He sewed a buckle and bit off the thread. Before he could tie the knot, his hand was pushed away by He Cheng.

"Tsk, not--"

He Cheng suddenly picked up another diary, opened a few pages, changed one, and looked at a few pages. He repeated half of the notebook. Then he turned around and looked at Chu Xingyun with a complicated and strange expression: "Are you sure this was written by one person?"

Chu Xingyun: "What does it mean?"

He Cheng squatted on the ground on one knee, opened the notebook in a row, and spoke unprecedentedly serious: "Although the notes of these words are very similar, if you don't read the notes and logic, they come from the hands of two people. The words on the front are mediocre, the words and sentences are staggered without any ups and downs, and there is even a perfunctory way of dealing with errands is a manifestation of dissatisfaction with your own life and a lack of confidence in your personality. The owner of these words has all the disadvantages of a perfect personality. He knows how to repent, is very easy to be angry, fragile, and loses his mind by basic fear. The traits of desire are destruction and control.

The text on the face, you see, he/she describes the calmness and elegance of killing, and even the weather and temperature at that time, is clearly recorded. This is showing off, and it is obvious. There is no regret and guilt in these words, and a typical performance personality. The more the date is delayed, the more obvious this performance desire trait is. There are even many unnecessary words of sighing in recent books. This shows that the owner of the text is gradually losing control. He has forgotten what the motivation for recording the murder process. He is addicted to this matter and cannot extricate himself. He is increasingly trying to completely devour another person who dominates the notebook."

He Cheng suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Xingyun, his eyes filled with bright light, like fireworks exploded in the night, very beautiful, more like a beautiful hallucination after smoking opium. He almost said in a joyful and self-satisfied tone: "If Yuan Xu in your mouth is not a patient with multiple personalities, then he is manipulated, for three years, maybe even longer."
Chapter completed!