When saying this sentence, the last two words were clearly emphasized.
Oh, I raised my eyebrows, this Liao Wenbing is quite talented, this is provoking Han Wu naked.
I felt a little passionate on the other side of the glass, and couldn't help but rub my hands, shouting in my heart: Go ahead, Liao Wenbing, defeat this rookie detective who can't hold you back.
Of course my fantasy scenario didn't happen.
Song Li asked a few questions in a leisurely manner, and Liao Wenbing was indeed very cooperative and answered all questions.
Song Li: "In the days before and after the case occurred, did you feel any discomfort in your body or something different from your usual feelings?
Did your colleagues at work or family and friends with whom you often come in contact mentioned that you were abnormal?"
Liao Wenbing shook his head: "I work independently, and I don't have many close friends.
But when it comes to Mr.
Song who is not feeling well, does his eyelid twitching count?"
Han Wu snorted coldly from the side: "Are you going to say that the left eye will lead to wealth and the right eye will lead to disaster?"
Liao Wenbing pursed her lips and felt a little resistant to Han Wu's ridicule.
Hey, is this Han Wu doing some sabotage?
I couldn't help but frown when I looked at him.
He had a poker face there.
The goodwill and trust that Song Li had finally built up were destroyed like this.
This was too unfair.
Song Li was relatively calm and said something for Liao Wenbing: "When the human body encounters an abnormal situation, it will indeed send messages to the owner in various ways.
The eyelid beating can be regarded as a reminder to some extent.
Your eyelids have been there for a few days.
Is it beating hard?”
Han Wu listened, the curve of his mouth still cold.
After listening to Song Lixiang's words, Liao Wenbing couldn't help showing a hint of gratitude and nodded: "Yes, very impressive."
Song Li asked: "About what frequency is it accompanied by any other symptoms?"
Liao Wenbing was very excited: "Yes.
Yes.
My eyelids turned up and down quickly, probably many times in a few seconds.
I don't remember the details, but I think I saw something."
Song Li's eyes moved, and he leaned forward, as if listening: "What is it?"
Liao Wenbing closed his eyes slightly, seeming to think back, and frowned.
The expression was a little painful: "Some of the pictures are very confusing.
They keep beating like old-fashioned movies.
It's very uncomfortable to watch."
I raised my eyebrows at the picture.
Could it be that Liao Wenbing had the ability to predict things or that he was subconsciously showing things that had already happened?
Song Li is as curious as me.
He asked: "Don't be anxious, think slowly.
Please describe those pictures to me.
What colors are they?
Positive and bright, or relatively dark and gray?"
Liao Wenbing closed his eyes and tried to describe his memories: "It was pitch black, but it was strange that I could see things, like that kind of green light from glasses.
I don't know what it was called."
Han Wu had a dull expression on his face.
Say a few words: "Night vision goggles."
Liao Wenbing slapped the table hard: "Yes, it's night vision goggles.
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The line of sight is green.
The surrounding area looks dark.
That's the perspective of night vision goggles."
Listening to his words, Han Wu remained silent, looking at him unblinkingly with a pair of falcon-like eyes.
Song Li nodded and asked again: "It's pitch dark.
It's night.
What kind of room is it?
Did you see anyone?
What are they doing?"
Liao Wenbing was a little nervous.
His fingers grasped the table and scratched on it unconsciously.
Making a harsh sound, Han Wu frowned.
Liao Wenbing said intermittently: "The room is a bedroom, no, no, it's more like a living room.
No one has a bed.
There is a bulge under the quilt, as if someone is lying down and sleeping."
I was a little confused.
Liao Wenbing’s narration was a bit strange.
He contradicted himself by saying it was a bedroom, but he also denied it was a living room, and he saw a bed.
He said there was no one there, but he saw someone sleeping under the quilt.
Is his memory confused or is he just making it up, so the information is confusing and he can't tell the lie?
I frowned and thought, but Han Wu's face over there was so stinky that he could no longer stink.
Seeing Liao Wenbing's constant contradictory statements, his patience finally ran out.
He frowned and said sternly: "That's enough."
This voice was so powerful and filled with the intimidating aura of the police that not only Liao Wenbing trembled, but even Song Li couldn't help but look back at him.
"Officer Han, do you have any objections to my questioning method?"
Han Wu said coldly: "With all due respect, these questions asked by Mr.
Song have nothing to do with the case.
In my opinion, the suspect's confession is even more ridiculous than before and cannot be trusted."
When Liao Wenbing heard his comment, she pursed her dry lips tightly, clasped her hands on her lap, and made a defensive posture.
Song Li noticed the change in Liao Wenbing's mood and frowned slightly.
Han Wu seemed to be about to get up and go out.
I saw something was wrong here, so I went out quickly and pushed open the door of the interrogation room.
Waved to Han Wu: "Ahem, Officer Han, please come over there.
Director Peng has something to ask you."
The three men in the room all looked at me, and I looked serious without changing my expression.
Song Li was the first to understand what I meant.
His peach blossom eyes flashed slightly, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He rubbed his two index fingers together and sent me a message: Ning Ning, come on, get this annoying detective out, I want to be alone.
Ask Liao Wenbing.
I blinked: OK.
You wait.
"Officer Han, please."
I turned slightly to the side, leaving a space for myself by the door.
My body language was telling Han Wu to get out of here.
Han Wu glanced at me, then looked back at Liao Wenbing, who had fallen silent, and Song Li, who had a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Since Director Peng is looking for me, I'll excuse you now.
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Mr.
Song, I'm sorry to trouble you here."
Song Li waved his hand humbly: "No trouble, Officer Han, go quickly."
"Um."
Han Wu nodded, turned around and walked towards me.
When he passed by, the upright face passed before my eyes.
Something seemed to flash through my mind.
The shaky background, similar facial features, and more immature appearance "Ning Huan" I came back to my senses and said, "Ah."
Looking at Han Wu who had already walked out a few steps, I quickly closed the door and said, "Oh, I'm sorry."
The two of them walked down the aisle for a while, and I was thinking about how to find a reason to continue the deception.
I heard a straight voice without any warmth coming from my ears.
"You are still the same as when you were a child."
Han Wu said.
I was stunned and turned to look at him: "What did you say?"
When I was a kid, it was wrong to be so young.
How could he say that?
Did he and I meet when I was a kid?
Han Wu tilted his head.
From this angle, he looked less majestic than a policeman, and his smooth facial lines gave him the temperament of a mature man.
He is very different from Li Lin's wild beauty.
More like a silent and fast cheetah.
"do not you remember."
I tried to think about it, but I could only shake my head innocently: "Sorry, Officer Han.
I really have no impression."
Could this be the reason why he disliked me?
I wasn't very gregarious when I was a kid, so I might have offended him accidentally.
"Holy Light Orphanage."
"What?"
I opened my eyes wide in shock and looked at him, unable to believe that I heard this name from his mouth that I had not heard for a long time.
"How do you know you are an orphan too?"
Han Wu's eyes passed over my face lightly.
It was like a laser gun equipped with an inspection instrument.
It was going to punch a few big holes in my face to take a good look at my inner self.
"I'm not."
I'm not an orphan.
I'm confused.
Why does he know me?
"Once when I was a child.
The school organized a trip to the orphanage to visit children of the same age who had no parents.
That's when I met you."
Han Wu said calmly, staring at my face, "You were just a hedgehog at that time.
Whoever is caught is stabbed.”
"Ah" I was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly: "Hehehe."
I am an orphan.
It was picked up from the street by the dean when I was about six or seven years old.
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I have no memory of it before.
Even the name was obtained by the dean for me.
Ning Huan would rather you no longer have to wander around in this life and be happy and peaceful forever.
Han Wu was right, my time in the orphanage was a real thorn in my side.
But if you think about it, it's understandable.
An orphan with no memory and no past was bullied in the orphanage.
Some people say that children without parents are pitiful.
This is true, but what they don't know is that it is this pity that causes the exclusion struggle among the orphans.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the same goes for orphanages.
Holy Light Orphanage, like all non-profit orphanages, lacks resources in all aspects.
If the children in the orphanage are too cowardly, they are destined to be bullied.
I was admitted late to the hospital and received special attention from the director.
Naturally, I became a thorn in the side of other children.
In the first month, I was almost punished by them in every possible way.
I was doused with cold water at night, and I never got food when I was eating.
I was always the last to pick out the donated toys and clothes, and almost all of them were in tatters.
I remember one day when it rained heavily, I was helping the dean deliver something.
As I was passing through the corridor, I tripped over the kid king in the courtyard.
A dozen kids who didn’t like me came out and kicked and punched me, and threw dirt on me.
Mud, at first I held back and told myself that it would be over soon.
But they got bigger and went too far.
During the entanglement, the clean towel that the dean ordered me to have was torn off and thrown on the ground in the pouring rain.
I lay on the ground and turned my head to see that the snow-white towel was instantly soaked by the rain.
They were still shouting and laughing as they stepped on it.
The dirty and muddy shoe prints on it were so dazzling.
Then I exploded.
A pair of thirteen, I tried my best to catch and bite them.
There were more of them, but I was more ruthless than them.
All the children involved that day were eventually punished by the dean, including me.
But from that day on, no child in the orphanage dared to bully me.
Well, this also caused me to make countless enemies.
However, is this necessarily related to Han Wu's dislike of me?
I don't understand.
Although I am a thorn in the side, it is not to the person.
It is my principle and purpose to complain and take revenge.
I will not touch him without any reason.
Others are bad luck.
"Police Officer Han, I bullied you when I was a child."
"No."
Han Wu looked a little different.
I asked: "Really?
Think about it carefully.
Did I bite your ear, kick you in the stomach, or twist your arm to keep you from letting go?"
"If I say no, I won't."
It was almost a stiff reply.
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Hey, what kind of attitude is this?
Aren’t you going to bring up the past?
If we don’t open up the topic and dig deeper, how can I know where I offended you?
As soon as I became stubborn, I became a little careless and blocked the road, standing in front of Han Wu and staring at him carefully, looking up, down, left, and right.
"Hmm" This face seemed to have some impression. "" Han Wu was stunned, his face was tense, and suspicious veins were beating on his forehead: "What are you looking at?"
"Shh, I'm reminiscing."
He has an upright face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a poker face with no expression.
Hey, there seems to be such a little boy in my memory.
Distant scenes gradually emerged, passing quickly and coldly through my mind like nightlight floating across the water.
Holy Light Orphanage, primary school visitors, little boy There are so many sub-images intertwined together that they clog up in my mind.
My head suddenly hurt.
Han Wu's voice suddenly sounded far away and came closer: "Ning Huan, what's wrong with you so much?
Ning Huan, Ning Huan?"
As I gradually lost consciousness, Han Wu's face came closer, but I couldn't see his facial features at all.
Who is that face that keeps shaking?
It’s blurry and has no facial features.
It’s so scary.
No, don't come over I pushed hard, but Han Wu's upright posture did not move at all.
On the contrary, I was pushed back a few steps by the force.
Looking down, I saw that my footsteps were clearly a pool of bright red blood. this I opened my eyes wide in shock and looked at the ceiling above my head.
There were countless faces, twisted and ferocious.
All the faces with different appearances were the faces of children.
Boys, girls, white, honey-colored, crowded on the ceiling one by one, forming a dense sea of faces that can make people feel frightened. so cold so hot I felt that the blood in my body was boiling and burning, but the strange thing was that when I stretched out my hand to touch it, my cheeks were cold, and my body temperature was not right.
Unusually low.
Why is it so cold Burn, roast.
The blood flowing in the limbs and bones was surging, as if it had received some kind of order and began to flow freely throughout the body.
Wherever it passed, it was like wildfire starting a prairie fire, making my soul tremble.
Cold and hot, two incompatible feelings are reflected in my body, just like a patient with a severe cold who is on the verge of collapse.
I can't stand it anymore, it's so uncomfortable
I stumbled, and when I fell, I was caught by a pair of strong arms.
When my vision was blurred, I saw Han Wu's rigid face showing rare nervousness and anxiety.
"Ning Huan" "I'm going to find Song quickly."
I didn't even say the last word.
My vision went dark and I fainted.
In the chaos, I kept hearing a distant male voice calling me: Ning Huan, Ning Huan, I am waiting for you in hell, waiting for you forever: