Detective: Open your eyes, I am handcuffed in the interrogation room

"Ding Zhi, tell him that Yu Sheng is suspected of committing a major crime. We are looking for someone and will report to the Imperial City at any time to issue an A-level arrest warrant."

Chen Yi's voice sounded in Ding Qingyang's earphones.

Class A warrants are the highest-level warrants issued nationwide. Without exception, those on the list are major fugitive criminal suspects.

The nature of this case is extremely bad and the suspect is very dangerous. If there is S on top of A, Yu Sheng is qualified.

Ding Qingyang repeated Chen Yi's words, and Yu Zuoqing was stunned on the spot.

He was not surprised, but he was just unwilling to accept the fact that everyone was ordinary people, and killing people was too far away for him.

"Ah……"

"hehe……"

Yu Zuoqing suddenly laughed, it was ugly and self-deprecating. If you look carefully, you can see tears welling up in his pupils.

The felony of murder is over in this life, and since Yu Sheng killed more than one person, he must be punished by death.

When Xiaoping passed away, she asked me to take good care of Yu Sheng. I agreed. I promised that she would take good care of our son. But now... how can I have the face to meet Xiaoping who is under the Nine Springs.

Ding Qingyang stared at him: "Mr. Yu, your son killed six innocent victims, five of whom were women. Among them were the mother of a child and the only daughter of his parents. Six families were destroyed, and you can still laugh. come out??"

Yu Zuoqing stopped laughing and became depressed. He slowly raised his hands: "My fault, it's all my fault. Please take me away."

Ding Qingyang: "What we are looking for is Yu Sheng!"

Yu Zuoqing: "I really don't know where he is, he has never come back."

Ding Qingyang: "Why did you say it was your fault?"

Yu Zuoqing put down his hands and whispered: "I have become crazy since my wife passed away. She supported me so much, but I let her down time and time again and did meaningless things for more than ten years."

"I... can only place my hope on my son. He is a genius. He is a genius with an IQ test of 142. He will definitely succeed."

"I was wrong, I really shouldn't have forced him..."

142? !

Ding Qingyang was startled, and the task force was also surprised.

Good guy, if someone with such a high IQ goes to college at a normal pace, his future is limitless.

This Yu Zuoqing was so hateful. Not only did he ruin the future of the proud son of heaven, but he also indirectly destroyed six families and killed six lives.

"Are you okay?!"

Ding Qingyang couldn't help but curse. The task force had been analyzing the suspect's psychology before. One of the possibilities was the psychological shadow caused when he was young. Now the truth is revealed, and the root cause is here.

Yu Zuoqing hugged his head and squatted down, choking and saying: "I was wrong, I was indeed sick, I shouldn't have forced him!"

There is no regret medicine in the world.

The victim is dead, Yu Sheng is about to be arrested, and what awaits him is definitely the death penalty.

He was supposed to be the pillar of the country, but now he has become a murderer, causing huge trouble to the police. The gap is really too big.

"Go to the studio and have a look." Chen Yi said. Now is not the time to criticize Yu Zuoqing.

Ding Qingyang asked: "Where was his previous studio?"

Yu Zuoqing pointed to the room next to him, and Ding Qingyang turned around and opened the door and walked in.

There was nothing related to painting in the dilapidated room. There were only books and experimental equipment scattered around as far as the eye could see.

These experimental equipment look familiar to anyone who has attended middle school.

Ding Qingyang walked in and looked through the books and found that they were all science books, including physics, chemistry, mathematics... they were all comprehensive.

There is a pot of gardenias on the corner of the table, and there is also a pot on the other side of the window. The rich and sweet fragrance of gardenias can be smelled in the air, accompanied by the refreshing mint.

Behind him, Yu Zuoqing walked in slowly.

"The studio is no longer there. After Yu Sheng left, I threw away everything related to painting," he said.

Ding Qingyang: "Your wife likes gardenias very much?"

Yu Zuoqing came to the table and touched the blooming flowers: "Yes, I like it very much. When I was painting, she often came in to take care of the gardenias, chatting with me... and encouraging me."

Chen Yi's voice sounded on the earphones, and Ding Qingyang repeated: "Does Yu Sheng know that his mother likes gardenias?"

Yu Zuoqing: "I know."

Ding Qingyang: "His mother also wants him to learn painting?"

This question made Yu Zuoqing painful: "No! I don't want to! All Xiaoping wants is for Yu Sheng to grow up healthily and happily, and do what he likes to do. It's me! I forced him! I regret it so much!"

Ding Qingyang wanted to scold you for regretting it, but the sound from the earphones sounded again. He repeated: "What's going on with these books and equipment?"

Yu Zuoqing: "Atonement."

"Atonement?" Ding Qingyang wondered, "What do you mean?"

Yu Zuoqing picked up a physics book: "I turned the studio into a laboratory and a place to learn knowledge. This is Yu Sheng's dream. His dream is to be admitted to the highest science university in the imperial city and pursue the unknown."

"I once forced him to learn what I was passionate about. Since he left, I have started to learn what he is passionate about. It's even...even."

Ding Qingyang's eyes trembled. This father's behavior was strange, but it was understandable.

Like science and study?

IQ 142?

Damn, is this the proud man of heaven? If I successfully get into college, I won’t be able to take off! !

None of today's children like to study. They get a headache when they see books.

When hobbies meet super high IQ, I can’t imagine what achievements Yu Sheng will achieve in the field of physics and mathematics in the future, and maybe he will become world-famous.

Talent is already terrifying, but the most terrifying thing is that you are interested and work hard at the same time. Who can compare to this?

No one of the same age is worthy of being involved in a competition with him. It is impossible to get involved with him. It is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

The task force also fell silent. Their thoughts were the same as Ding Qingyang's. If Yu Sheng had not picked up a paintbrush, he might have been able to enter university at a very young age and get a doctorate at the age of twenty.

While others are still in undergraduate studies, Yu Sheng may have entered the research field and been valued by the Imperial City Academy of Sciences.

"Depend on!"

Qin He couldn't help but slap the table. It was hard to accept that a national talent had turned into a murderer.

Geng Jianqing: "Don't be affected by irrelevant factors. There are no what-ifs, only reality. The reality is that he killed six people and plunged six families into endless pain. Don't forget the despair of Xia Qingwen's parents at that time."

Qin He took a deep breath and got rid of unnecessary thoughts.

Chen Yi's face was calm. He felt sorry for Yu Sheng, but he was also angry for his behavior. The scene of Zhou Yumeng holding the tombstone crying and calling her mother has never been gone.

The genius madman had just one thought. As a criminal police officer, he now needed to catch or kill Yu Sheng in the shortest possible time.

"cemetery."

"studio."

"Gardenia."

Chen Yi extracted keywords and his brain was working rapidly to figure out Yu Sheng's thinking and psychology.

An IQ of 142 is terrifying, but geniuses also have weaknesses. The last painting will make him lose some of his sanity and make him slightly stupider.

Tsui Ping Garden.

The hotel where Quchuan is located.

The place where Qu Chuan was killed.

The map model automatically forms in the mind.

Will he buy gardenias? Will he find a gardenia garden and paint the last piece of "Evil" surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers?

It's possible, but not very likely. Even if it's unlikely, it needs to be investigated.

For him, his mother is the only softness in his heart. Letting his mother see his worst side is not in line with Yu Sheng's psychology.

What about the studio? Where would he find a studio?

He no longer has that set car, should he go to a second-hand car lot to buy another one?

It’s the last one, and there’s no need to kill anyone again. Maybe it doesn’t have to be so troublesome?

For smart people, being far away may not necessarily be safe, and being close may not be dangerous. Is it possible to play dark under the light? He definitely has the guts to do it.

Let’s investigate first, centering on Quchuan’s death scene and radiating to distant places.

"Immediately investigate the studio and gardenia, focusing on the death scene of Quchuan." Chen Yi said, "The local investigation will get twice the result with half the effort. Sister Jiang, please take charge."

Jiang Xiaoxin: "Okay."

The task force moved into action, and so did the detachment people. Since there were not enough manpower, Qin He and Xie Yunzhi joined the investigation work and went to the front line.

The same was true for Chen Yi, who left the city bureau with Qin Fei and others to prepare for the platoon.

Just as he opened the car door, he paused and stood there in a daze.

Qin Fei was about to take the driver's seat when he saw this and asked: "Captain Chen, what's wrong?"

Chen Yi didn't answer and frowned.

The inference just now is based on normal people's thinking. After confirming Yu Sheng's painting logic, it is logical to think that he may choose a studio.

So what if Yu Sheng predicted the police's actions?

He cannot be regarded as a normal person. His thinking is different from that of normal people.

If Yu Sheng predicts the police's actions but still needs a studio...the best way is DIY, which not only ensures safety but also achieves the best effect.

For example, a one-to-one replica of the studio environment at home.

What is one-to-one reproduction? All objects must be as consistent as possible.

Especially...gardenia!

Chen Yi saw a picture inexplicably:

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the worn curtains into the narrow and messy studio.

Yu Sheng sat quietly in front of the worn-out easel, the brush and scraper in his hand slowly gliding over the canvas. The inferior oil paint dye was a bit pungent, but he was creating seriously without any distractions, crazily sketching out lines one after another, venting madly. Inner distaste for oil painting.

The picture seems to be intertwined with time and space. You can see the current Yu Sheng and the shadow of the young Yu Sheng.

The room is almost the same, the environment is the same, the easel is the same, and the mood is the same.

The only difference is that Yu Sheng has grown up.

He is no longer the boy who was once forced by his father, but a madman with blood on his hands.

"Gardenia, no ID required, absolute privacy, Cai Wenwen's death..."

Lightning pierced Chen Yi's mind. He raised his head suddenly and got in the car immediately.

"Quick! Let's go to Cuiping Garden!"

Tsui Ping Garden?

Qin Fei was slightly stunned, a little surprised, wasn't he going to inspect the studio?

He didn't ask any doubts, immediately started the car, changed the destination, and sped towards Cuiping Garden. His greatest advantage was to follow orders with less words.

On the way, Chen Yi took out his mobile phone and opened the map, searching for all the flower shops near Cuiping Garden.

Within a radius of five kilometers, there are a total of seventeen flower shops, large and small.

Yu Zuoqing's wife takes care of gardenias every day, and the flowers must be fresh. If Yu Sheng wants to reproduce them, he must buy them on the same day.

Seventeen flower shops, one by one.

The blocked road, the cemetery of Yu Zuoqing's wife, the studio with a rich artistic atmosphere, the beautiful flower garden, and the Cuiping Garden where Cai Wenwen was killed, everything he can think of has been covered. Chen Yi had a hunch that he was within the scope of the investigation.