Chapter 28

Zhao Bofan looks at Ma Hao with a pollution-free face.

"Don't pretend to be a rabbit in front of me! I don't want that! "

Ma Hao took Zhao Bofan to the door of an independent studio. "According to the clues provided by the priest of the five-star church, I locked the monitoring, and finally verified that the man the priest said was a student of the art academy here, and his name was Li cansen. Excellent academic performance, University study, no criminal record. "

"It's not like a serial killer." Zhao Bofan asked in a puzzled way.

"You don't think so when you go in." With that, Ma Hao opens the door of the studio, and Zhao Bofan goes in with him.

In the ten square meter studio, dark brown floor curtains block all the light. The walls of the whole studio are covered with sketches and watercolours. Every painting is a grim twisted face.

"What you're seeing now are all the murders or accidents in the city in recent months."

Zhao Bofan went to a table. There was a model plane in the square box. The people in the model sat on the plane in horror.

"Is this the Boeing 737?"

Ma Hao definitely nodded, "this guy's paintings and model works are marked with the time, which is the day before the crime. Don't you say heresy? He is the breach of the 877 bus case! "

The school is most afraid of wind and grass, without causing a sensation in the school. Ma Hao communicated with the school leaders and wanted to ask Li cansen to go back to do the relevant investigation. This is actually Zhao Bofan's suggestion, because no matter what the result of the investigation is, Li cansen is a student with excellent character and learning. Before the truth of the matter is clear, taking him away by force will certainly affect his life.

In the interrogation room, Li cansen sat alone in the interrogation room. The interrogation room is like a dark room. Zhao Bofan, Ma Hao, Wang wumingzhu and Professor Wu look at Li cansen through one-way glass.

"I've seen this kind of glass on TV before. Standing in front of the unidirectional glass in the interrogation room for the first time, I feel terrible." Wu Mingzhu opened her mouth without expression.

The feeling that I can see you and you can't see me is very bad.

Inside, Li cansen's lips pressed tightly and his hands rubbed back and forth at a loss.

"Terror?" Zhao Bofan is used to this kind of interrogation and does not understand what Wu Mingzhu means by terror.

"Have you ever thought that in the hotel, you take a bath in the foggy bathroom, and you comb in front of the mirror, but you don't know that the mirror of the hotel is a one-way mirror, behind which there is a pair of hostile eyes staring at you all the time?"

"I've read too many Japanese dark novels."

"Well, don't talk about those strange remarks. Now I'll go in and ask him why he drew that picture." Wang Feng holds a picture in his hand, which shows the twisted and painful faces of a group of people in a bus. "The date of this painting is the day before the bus case."

"Wait, team Wang." Zhao Bofan grabbed Wang team, "you see, he is already very nervous. I don't think he pretends to be nervous. Wang team, you are too serious. He will be more afraid. It's just a student in front of you. It's the so-called same-sex repulsion. I'm not fit to go in either. "

Zhao Bofan took a look at Wu Mingzhu beside him, "well, Wu Mingzhu looks good. It's hard to have such a good-looking girl in real life. If she goes in, he will be able to relax and ask me the information we want!"

Originally, Wu Mingzhu thought she would be angry when she heard this. Unexpectedly, she took a look at Li cansen in the interrogation room and went in with the painting.

Zhao Bofan knows, although she is usually indifferent. In fact, she is more kind-hearted than anyone else.

Wu Mingzhu's skin is as white as milk, and there is little expression on her delicate and durable face. Usually, Wu Mingzhu seems to have a layer of frost on her face, which gives people a feeling that you can only watch from a distance but not play. After entering the interrogation room, Wu Mingzhu is very different from Wu Mingzhu in the past. She smiles and sits in the chair beside, giving people a kind of easygoing feeling. Zhao Bofan looked outside the interrogation room and sighed: "sure enough, women are fickle."

"I want to tell you that you have not committed any crime. I just want to ask you a few questions, OK?" Wu Mingzhu gently asks Li cansen opposite.

Li cansen nodded nervously.

"Can you tell me why I drew this picture?"

Li cansen was silent for a while, and said nervously, "I said you would believe me, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I think I'm going crazy, which sounds really incredible. Sometimes when I'm drawing or in class or sleeping, I can always hear another voice. It seems that this voice is plotting something terrible. I'm very scared and nervous, so I can only draw these pictures and feel better myself. " Li cansen shivered a little incoherent, "you will believe me and help me, right?"

"I believe you, otherwise I would not be sitting here. Can you tell me whether you can hear this voice all the time or later?"

"I I, about three months ago Li cansen thought and answered.

Wu Mingzhu poured him a cup of hot water before he left to calm him down.Wang Feng asked Zhao Bofan, "do you think he has something to do with the case?"

Zhao Bofan looked at Li cansen and shook his head. "I don't think so."

Wang Feng nodded, "I think so, too. I think what he said is true, but I'm more curious about how he learned the situation before the crime, drew the content or made the model."

Professor Wu laughed, "since everyone thinks that the classmate named Li cansen didn't lie. How did he know about it before the crime? According to his own words, it's very simple. He is a psychic medium. In his unconscious situation, he is channeling with someone, and his brain passively steals other people's thoughts. "

Wang Feng looked at Professor Wu inconceivably, "forgive me for being shallow. I can believe in mind reading in psychology. I also learned it in the class of FBI. Professor Wu, are you talking about psychics now?"

Professor Wu did not answer Wang's question, "well, let's figure out how his computer works. I'll tell you the answer."

"Er, Professor Wu, I think we need to keep his life." Zhao Bofan took a breath. He knew his team leader couldn't communicate with Professor Wu.

In a diagnosis and treatment ward, Li cansen was wearing a white hospital uniform and lying on the chair of MRI.

Professor Wu stood at the door looking at the monitor and exclaimed, "what a wonderful machine. If I'm right, he's receiving information from another person. "

"Do you know whose information it is?" Wu Mingzhu asked. Zhao Bofan also looked at Professor Wu. Obviously, this is what he wanted to ask.

"It's funny. If our space probe finds a mysterious signal, we must know that it's a named alien on a certain planet?"

Obviously, Professor Wu often gets angry when communicating with others. It seems that other people can't keep up with him.

In the clinic, Li cansen faced the hollow cylinder with fear.

He has been afraid of the police since he came here. Recently, he always paints some inexplicable paintings. Sometimes he really doubts whether it is the things that his personality split up. He hoped that the beautiful girl named Wu Mingzhu could help him answer these questions. As Li cansen's body entered completely, a sharp pain spread all over Li cansen's body. That kind of pain is like innumerable ants in the body gnawing at their bodies and trying to get out.

On the surveillance screen outside, Li cansen opened his mouth wide open, his face covered with capillaries, and his veins burst.

"Help! Help me!" Li cansen's painful struggle.