Madness of the Heart

Dongcheng District, Tianrong Medical Beauty.

The elegantly decorated reception hall is filled with a strong fragrance, which is a mixture of various cosmetics, skin care products and perfumes, which is sometimes refreshing and sometimes drowsy.

From time to time, the sound of high-heeled shoes sounded on the smooth floor, "Chuckling". For those who have been working in the medical aesthetics industry for a long time, just listening to the footsteps can determine the identity of the visitor and which grade of package is suitable for recommendation.

Just after the lunch break, it was the time of fatigue. Zhu Linglong made up the outfit in the bathroom, adjusted her pearly white skirt, and returned to the front desk in vigor, but she kept thinking about other things.

She is the receptionist of this famous doctor Mili in Dongye City. She is responsible for welcoming people with smiles and giving initial guidance to the guests.

This job does not have much technical content. When applying for the job, HR investigated whether the face was beautiful enough, the skin was good enough, the figure was graceful enough, the smile was sweet enough, and the response fast enough.

She passed.

When she just graduated from university, her roommate still laughed at her secretly, saying that people who graduated with a bachelor degree have been reduced to being a receptionist in a plastic surgery institute. But no one has said this anymore, because although she is only a receptionist, her salary is not lower than that of her "996" white-collar classmates. She can also enjoy beauty benefits from time to time and dress herself beautifully all day long. The beauty of the individual is shown to the guests.

In short, Zhu Linglong is very satisfied with this seemingly "lower class" job.

But these days, her mind is really unable to concentrate on work.

There was another sound of high-heeled shoes, and a woman with her hair crossed and her temperament shouted: "Xiao Zhu, take the form that Ms. Han just filled out."

Xiao Zhu is Zhu Linglong, but she seems to have not heard it, standing in the front desk like a wood, looking straight ahead.

"Little Zhu?" The woman's voice brought obvious dissatisfaction, "Zhu Linglong!"

Liu Ying, who was also at the front desk, hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Linglong! What are you in a daze with Linglong? Manager Chen called you!"

"Ah!" Zhu Linglong came back to her senses and apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I'm here!"

After a quarter of an hour, Manager Chen was dealt with, and Zhu Linglong returned to the front desk lightly.

At this time, there were no clients to consult, and Liu Ying was gossiping, "Linglong, what's the matter with you these days? You are always absent-minded. I called you in the morning, and you ignored me."

Zhu Linglong sighed, and habitually touched her nails that she spent more than 200 yuan on, "I don't know how to tell you."

Liu Ying said: "There are several men chasing you at the same time? You don't know how to choose?"

"What do you want?" Zhu Linglong gave Liu Ying a soft punch.

"Your man's relationship has always been very good, and it's not surprising that several people chase you at the same time." Liu Ying said.

Zhu Linglong shook her head and asked, "Are you interested in the secret room?"

Liu Ying perplexed: "The secret room?"

Zhu Linglong asked: "Oh, do you know the newly opened'Ninth Battlefield' in'Tianyun Chaodu'?"

Liu Ying shook her head quickly, "Do you want to ask me to go? I dare not. I went into a haunted house once when I was a child, and I was scared."

"I'm not asking you to go. Didn't I change classes with you a few days ago?" Zhu Linglong said: "Just to catch the opening ceremony of the Ninth Battlefield. I am a secret room lover. I have many secret rooms. I have been there, and I have played some live-action games. But after I went in, I felt very uncomfortable and I still have lingering fears."

Liu Ying didn't understand too much, "Is it because of fear?"

"It's not scary." Zhu Linglong raised her eyebrows slightly. "The secret room inside is basically related to torture. The level of blood is more than I imagined, and it is very realistic. At that time, I always felt that if I continued to stay in, I would also Was tortured and killed."

Liu Ying was naturally timid, shivering, "I feel scared when I listen."

Even if it was just a memory, Zhu Linglong had goose bumps, "I used to go to the horrible secret room, even the secret room with the psychic theme, I didn't feel that way."

Liu Ying said: "But this also shows that the secret room is well designed. Oh, yes, you just said that you have played a live-action game. What live-action game?"

Hearing that, the anxiety in Zhu Linglong's eyes disappeared, replaced by undisguised pride.

Liu Ying smiled and said, "Oh, my eyes are bright!"

"You may not believe it." Zhu Linglong raised her chin slightly, "I have played a live werewolf with Hu Ying."

Liu Ying didn't react at first, and screamed in shock three seconds later: "What?"

"Be quiet!" Zhu Linglong quickly covered Liu Ying's mouth, "You want to call Manager Chen!"

"It's a lie!" Liu Ying said excitedly: "That lake shadow? Impossible!"

"Really." Zhu Linglong's eyes were even more proud. "A few years ago, I was still in college and participated in a field game group. Huying was in it. He was not an entertainer at the time, or maybe not. Red, I don’t know him anyway, I just think this guy is really handsome."

Liu Ying said: "Show me the photos!"

Zhu Linglong said: "I didn't shoot."

"How is it possible!" Liu Ying said: "I don't see a handsome guy taking pictures?"

"This kind of game group has regulations. They don't ask for real information or take pictures. They will leave after playing." Zhu Linglong knew that this was not convincing, so she had to add, "Don't believe it."

Anyway, after Huying became popular, she told several friends, but no one believed her, they all felt that she was sensationalizing.

Over time, she was 100% sure that the person named "Yanhuang" was Huying, but now she is only 90% sure. Because Yanhuang had always been wearing a hat at the time, his facial features were still slightly different from the current lake shadow. She works in the field of medical beauty and knows that most celebrities do micro-surgery, and Huying should have done plastic surgery before the fire.

She felt a little regretful, thinking that if she had a long-term mind and secretly took a picture of Yanhuang, or asked Yanhuang for a contact method.

But on another thought, Yanhuang was eliminated because of her, and finally left angrily.

Yanhuang must hate her very much.

Alas, forget it — Zhu Linglong has to comfort myself — I am a person hated by Huying anyway, and it's better to hate it than not to know it at all.

·

Because of the cone-shaped holes in the soles of the feet, Ming Shu decisively combined the Li Zhaofeng case with the Huang Yan case.

"Li Zhaofeng and Huang Yan, one is the planner of the shopping mall, the other is the boss of the express station in the residential area. Their occupations seem to be irrelevant. They have never contacted each other in the communication records we currently have." Ming Shu said: "The similarity between the two people is that they are more or less related to the secret room. The murderer knows them, and they may know each other."

Fang Yuanhang frowned and thought, "Knowing but never contacting, what is the relationship?"

"Combined with their hobbies, I think they might be the same." Yi Fei said: "But the nature of this kind of friendship is different from that of Huang Yan and Cai Xinyue. Huang Yan and Cai Xinyue met on the Internet, although the number of times they met is not many. However, because of frequent network contacts, the Beicheng branch also found Cai Xinyue. However, Huang Yan and Li Zhaofeng did not have each other's communication and network records. If they are good, they can only be different."

Ming Shu said: "Their acquaintance does not rely on the Internet..."

"I remember!" Fang Yuanhang said, "My mother likes to play mahjong after she retires. After eating at noon every day, she will go to the teahouse in the neighbouring community. The teahouse owner gathers a table of people and they can start playing. They can play. It's also a good friend, but my mother has no other contact with them except playing mahjong. If we only look at communication and network records, my mother and her circle of mahjong friends are strangers."

"So the relationship between Huang Yan and Li Zhaofeng might be similar to Mayou?" Yi Fei thought for a while, "It is common for middle-aged and elderly people who don't know each other to get together to play mahjong, but young people..."

"Board games." Ming Shu said: "When board games first became popular, many board game bars operated similarly to teahouses. After guests arrived in the shop, they were arranged to join the table. As long as there were enough people, they could play games together."

Yi Fei nodded, "Wang Jun did say that one of Li Zhaofeng's hobbies is board games."

Fang Yuanhang excitedly said: "I'll take it easy. Huang Yan and Li Zhaofeng met somewhere—such as a board game—and played one or more games together. This is their intersection, maybe even the only one. Intersection. They recognize each other’s faces, but they don’t know each other’s true identities, let alone contact information. Now, they have been killed one after another, with the mark of the murderer on their bodies."

Yi Fei looked at Ming Shu: "What is the motive of the murderer?"

Ming Shu pointed his fingers to each other, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then slowly said: "The murderer wants to kill all the participants in that game?"

Fang Yuanhang stood up, "What irreparable harm did Huang Yan and Li Zhaofeng's participation in the game cause the murderer? The murderer is taking revenge?"

Yi Fei took his arms and walked back and forth around the table two times. "Now we can neither determine the murderer’s motives nor the identity of the murderer. If the facts are close to what we just concluded, the murderer must kill more than Huang Yanhe. Li Zhaofeng. Now it is difficult for Huang Yan to dig new clues, but Li Zhaofeng still needs to investigate. Wang Jun said that Li Zhaofeng loves to play. After they got married, even before, Wang Jun did not say what Li Zhaofeng played. Knowing all, you must know part of it."

"Wait a minute." Ming Shu opened his eyes.

Fang Yuanhang asked, "Master, what?"

"Is it possible for Huang Yan and Li Zhaofeng to have other intersections?" Ming Shu said, "Except for the one we just thought of."

Yi Fei said, "Do you think the inference just now was too sloppy?"

"It's still in the early stage of investigation. I worry that once the direction is wrong, more and more problems will appear later." Ming Shu squeezed his eyebrows, "You must be cautious and then cautious."

The meeting room fell into silence for a while, and after a few minutes, he still said, "No other ideas?"

Fang Yuanhang grabbed his hair-there was a little time left in the first two days, and he hurried to get a new haircut. Regrettably, none of the brothers in the crime team noticed except his master, but his master did. When he arrived, he did not praise him.

"I don't have it for the time being." He said, "Master, I will tell you as soon as my inspiration flashes."

Ming Shu laughed, "Go and shave your head, maybe you will get a flash of inspiration right away."

"How can I do it?" Fang Yuanhang patted his forehead cherishedly. It is said that the criminal police have been working for a long time and the hairline is worrying. His hair is still quite thick now, and he can't shave anything. "There are regulations in the bureau. You can't shave your head."

Yi Fei said, "Xiao Ming is joking with you."

Ming Shu picked up the file and tapped on the table, "Okay, let's go ahead with this line of thought for the time being. I can't afford to delay the time. Let the investigation focus on Li Zhaofeng."

·

Qingjiangyuan residential area.

Wang Jun's face is haggard, but his emotions are no longer the same as before. She and Li Zhaofeng's 4-year-old daughter stood timidly at the door of the bedroom, ignorantly watching the stranger who came to their home, and took a step back carefully.

She knew that her father was dead, but she still couldn't understand what "dead" meant.

"This is the knife I stabbed him that day." Wang Jun trembled with his right hand, and handed the fruit knife to Ming Shu. "I cursed him and hoped that he would die. If I knew he was gone, he would never come back. , Even if I try my best, I still have to keep him. In fact...In fact, we also have a very happy time."

Ming Shu put the fruit knife into the evidence bag, carefully observed a few rooms, and finally walked into the study, turned around and asked: "Li Zhaofeng usually uses the study, right?"

Wang Jun wiped his tears and nodded, "Yes, he always said that some work needs to be brought back to do, but I have observed that when he stayed in the study, he was almost playing games."

Xiao Man, who was wearing latex gloves on his hand, glanced at Wang Jun after hearing this.

Because of the small hole in Li Zhaofeng's sole, Wang Jun's suspicion of committing the crime has been basically eliminated, but her words, deeds and reactions are still intriguing.

In the first sentence, she was still expressing her sadness for the murder of her husband and her regret for not being able to prevent her husband from leaving home. In the latter sentence, she began to complain about her husband's failure.

In just a few seconds, one person's feelings for another person can have such a big fluctuation.

Xiao Man shrugged slightly.

As a non-marriage activist, he could not understand the mutual dependence and hatred of each other between husband and wife. People are the most liar animals, especially between husband and wife.

The evidence is better, presented there objectively, and will never lie to the trace examiner.

Perceiving Xiao Man's gaze, Wang Jun frowned unhappily, and followed Ming Shu into the study.

Ming Shu left the computer alone, opened the bookcase on the side, and glanced over the few books.

The bookcase occupies a wall. It is said that it is a bookcase. In fact, it is more accurate to say it is a storage cabinet-it is divided into upper and lower parts by a thick wooden board. There is a large space underneath and there are several beds of cotton wool. There are a total of four on it. On the bottom layer, Wang Jun’s teaching books, keyboard, mouse and other tools are placed on the bottom layer. The second layer contains game information books, various cards, outdoor reference books, travel illustration books, and sports magazines.

"These are Li Zhaofeng's things?" Ming Shu asked.

Wang Jun glanced, his voice choked again, "Yes. I only occupy one of the four floors, and the other three are owned by him."

Ming Shu took out a travel illustration book and flipped through a few pages.

This is not the kind of travel books that bookstores sell well, nor is it introducing popular attractions, but rather niche, undeveloped natural scenery or remote villages.

There is a book number, which is not printed by travel enthusiasts, but it is clearly aimed at a small group.

"Li Zhaofeng likes to travel to the sidelines?" Ming Shu asked.

Wang Jun nodded, "Zhaofeng likes to find routes by himself, and always find interesting attractions. I was attracted to him at the beginning, and I talked to him about marriage because of his vitality. With him, I feel like myself Have become younger."

Ming Shu read Li Zhaofeng's book while listening to Wang Jun's narration.

"When I first got married, Zhaofeng took me to many small places. The southwest, northwest, and northeast were not well-known tourist attractions. There were no tourists, except for the locals. There were only two of us. I was very fortunate to have such an interesting marriage. People."

"But later, we had children, and my father was paralyzed in bed. The financial burden of the family became heavier and the friction between us became more and more."

Wang Jun's shoulders trembled, "After the baby was born, he never took me to travel with him, and he no longer cared for the family. He regarded us as a burden, played games when he was free, ran around alone, and saved a small amount of money privately. . To say hate, I... I really hate him."

The more Xiao Man listened, the more embarrassed he became. Wang Jun is older than Li Zhaofeng. When he was in love and when he was just married, Wang Jun felt that living with Li Zhaofeng would make him younger, but after many years—not too many years—of the marriage life, the facts were about the other way around. Wang Jun no longer feels that he has become young because of Li Zhaofeng. Instead, Li Zhaofeng feels that he is aging with Wang Jun.

Marriage is a process of constant consumption of each other. Xiao Man came to a policeman and once again thought that it would be better to be alone for life.

But he glanced at Ming Shu and found that Ming Shu had no response to Wang Jun's words.

Speaking of which, he is about the same age as Ming Shu. As early as two years ago, he was urged to marry by his family. Looking at the Spring Festival is approaching, if there is no case for the Spring Festival this year, he will have to go home for the New Year. Going home for the New Year means being forced to marry by the whole family.

And Mingshu seems to be a single dog, and it seems that there is no possibility of sprinkling dog food in a short period of time.

As a peer, Ming Shu must have been urged by the family.

Xiao Man decided to take a moment to share with Ming Shu the experience of "escaping marriage" with single dogs.

Not seeing anything wrong from the travel guide for the time being, Ming Shu put the book back and his finger touched the card next to him.

Werewolves kill.

The cards are packed in a fairly exquisite box, which is a classic collection at first glance. There is another box of werewolf kills on the bookshelf, showing signs of being used.

For a person who likes to play board games, it is not surprising that there are cards for Werewolf Killing in the family, after all, this is also a popular game.

In addition to Werewolf Kill, Li Zhaofeng has other cards.

"What is Li Zhaofeng's best board game?" Ming Shu asked.

"This..." Wang Jun glanced at the bookshelf, "Let's kill the werewolf."

The third floor of the bookshelf was empty, without anything.

Obviously, the bookcase was designed to be too large, and the couple didn't have much to fill it up.

Ming Shu stepped back and suddenly saw a white skull on the top layer of the bookshelf.

The top of the bookcase is flush with the ceiling, and each level is relatively deep. The skull was placed in the deepest place. Ming Shu didn't notice when he first opened the bookcase. He noticed it at this time, and he needed a stool to get it.

There was only one computer chair in the study. Ming Shu pushed the computer chair over and was about to step on it when Wang Jun's arm was suddenly pulled.

"Are you going to get the things on it?" The sadness in Wang Jun's eyes faded a little, and some things related to fear and panic floated up.

Ming Shu retracted his arm, "Are there any taboos?"

Wang Jun shook his head, "No, but it's unlucky. I don't usually want to see them, so I put them so deep."

Ming Shu stood up, and for a moment, he even thought that there was a set of "ghost cards" hidden in a blind spot on the top floor.

But in the next instant, he understood that it was impossible.

All the people with "ghost cards" in Dongye City have been found out, and Li Zhaofeng is not among them.

Stepping on the computer chair, Ming Shu saw not only a skull, but also a dark brown convex eye mask and a wolf head with fangs exposed on the top floor.

They are facing him, forming a very visually striking picture.

"Did Li Zhaofeng bring it back?" Ming Shu asked.

"Yes." Wang Jun said: "Sometimes when he goes out alone, he will bring back these things, saying they are souvenirs. I find it scary. I quarreled with him and asked him who would buy a souvenir like skulls and crossbones... But he simply If you don’t listen, do your own way.

When he got close, Mingshu smelled a peculiar smell, which was very slight, but not unattainable.

Mingshu was wearing gloves, and the first thing he took out was the wolf's head.

This is not a real wolf head, but a prop headgear made of plastic, artificial leather, and artificial hair. It is suitable for wearing on the head of an adult male. The two eyes of the wolf were blood red, there was a hideous scar on the eyelids, and the fangs were white, looking like he was irritated by something.

Just looking at it this way, the wolf's head is not scary, but if it is worn on the head and suddenly appears in front of a timid person, it can still scare the other party enough.

Xiao Man walked in, "Team Ming, show me."

Ming Shu handed him the wolf head and took up the eye-catching mask.

The mask is made of metal, it is heavy in the hand, there is a layer of stains on the surface, and there is dust in the crevices. It should have not been cleaned for a long time.

This kind of eye-protruding mask is not uncommon. It originated from the worship of eyes and light by a primitive ethnic group in the west. But many similar souvenirs on the market are made of plastic, not many made of metal, and this mask does not look like it was mass-produced.

Ming Shu also handed the eye-protruding mask to Xiao Man, and finally picked up the skull.

He originally thought that skulls, like wolf heads and eye-catching masks, were all props—some people just liked to collect these weird things. But at the moment he picked it up, he suddenly realized that this was not a prop, but a real skull.

Where did Li Zhaofeng get this kind of stuff?

"Xiao Man." Ming Shu got down from the computer chair, "Look at this."

As a trace inspector, Xiao Man is naturally more professional than Ming Shu. He took a closer look and said, "This is a human skull."