A little sad

Occasionally, the sound of broadcasts echoed in the hall, and the flight attendants shuttled through the crowd in groups, becoming an eye-catching sight in the crowd.

Pei Jinxing looked at the last sentence of her reply calmly.

As if making sure.

He went back and looked at the flight information she had sent him.

Only forty minutes.

He gently stroked his brow bone. He was already cold, his head hurt a little, and his body seemed to be losing strength. After a moment, Pei Jinxing turned around. He didn't even waste time on WeChat.

Without hesitation, I called her.

But Shen Zhouyi didn't answer.

It took three attempts.

Still like this after.

Pei Jinxing no longer wastes energy.

He has never had much patience with anything or anyone. Even his mother has said more than once that he is born with a cold and unkind personality. He never pays attention to anything. He plays games with the world and is completely solipsistic.

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If you focus on other things.

He won't even pay any attention to it. No one can make him have such patience and speculation.

But this time it's different.

He felt that he had become a prisoner in the flames of a war where no gunpowder could be seen.

There was almost no hesitation.

Pei Jinxing made another call, "Aren't you going back to Yongcheng today? Help me check Shen Zhouyi's situation to see if anything happened to her."

He probably touched half of Shen Zhouyi's personality.

She was not the kind of person who would take things off guard. The vote was already decided, and he didn't believe that she would suddenly let go because of something insignificant.

The capital is two thousand kilometers away from Yongcheng.

He had no way to go there immediately, so he could only figure it out first. It was best if nothing happened. If something happened, it didn't matter. He would solve it.

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The bureau in the early morning was brightly lit because of a major incident.

There was a mess everywhere.

Shen Zhouyi sat in the interrogation room.

She looked calmly at Huang Heyang opposite.

Huang Heyang almost doubted his many years of experience. Even if it had nothing to do with him, he would feel lost sitting in this position. This kind of composure was not normal at all.

"He Yihua, what does this have to do with you?"

"I met him when I was a kid. I used to live in his family's lunatic asylum."

"Do you have any grudges?" This sentence is more like a statement.

Because things on Weibo have been really hot in the past few days, it's hard to think clearly. Especially, they went out of their way to learn about Shen Zhouyi's experience in the lunatic asylum, which was shocking.

It seems so.

It can also constitute a motive for committing a crime.

"Of course." Shen Zhouyi raised his eyebrows: "If possible, I would want him to die a more tragic death. After all, he is indeed a scumbag."

"Miss Shen, please pay attention to your words!"

Huang Heyang was startled.

Even though everyone was arrested here, she could still express her inner thoughts so calmly.

Shen Zhouyi raised his eyes, "Shouldn't I tell the truth?"

For a moment, they were all choked.

Huang Heyang's face became serious, and he said: "Where were you from this afternoon to evening? Who did you see?"

"I didn't see anyone. I went to my mother's cemetery."

Shen Zhouyi answered truthfully.

Huang Heyang asked: "When did you go to the cemetery? Where is the cemetery?"

"Not sure, probably around two o'clock, in the western suburbs."

"The time period when He Yihua lost contact was exactly after two o'clock."

Shen Zhouyi murmured softly. Perhaps because it was too late, there was a hint of red at the end of her eyes, but her tone was still unhurried: "What a coincidence."

"At 9:30 tonight, He Yihua's body was found floating in the Wutang River. He was covered with a woven bag and thrown into the Wutang River from the upper reaches of the Wutang River, which was not monitored. He was already in a state of death and there was no external struggle.

When entering the downstream, the corpse will float on the water surface and people will notice it as soon as possible. The time of death of the deceased was probably between 7:15 and 8:30. The cause of death..."

Huang Heyang's voice paused, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at Shen Zhouyi's expression: "There was too much blood loss, the skin tissue on the face was peeled off, and there were carving scars everywhere on the body, and the skin and flesh were cut off bit by bit, like

To construct a living work of art, there is not a single piece of intact skin tissue from head to toe.”

His voice was cold.

Especially when describing it, it is even more terrifying.

Even more terrifying.

It was Huang Heyang who directly placed the photos taken during the forensic autopsy in front of Shen Zhouyi's eyes, allowing her to see with her own eyes the body that had no human appearance.

Shen Zhouyi narrowed his eyes.

Long eyelashes cover pupils.

She looked at the man in the photo.

It can no longer be called a human being.

The flesh was bloody, the color of the flesh was blurry, and the lines on the body that had been cut by an unknown sharp instrument were deep, shallow, and uneven. If there was only one spot, it could only be regarded as a skin injury, but if it was densely covered all over the body, it would be the source of cruel death.

Peel the meat raw and remove the bones.

Along with the increasingly severe pain, blood was drained and exhausted from the body inch by inch. This was a brutal killing that drained He Yihua of his last drop of blood and tears. He refused to close his eyes and made him suffer for several hours.

As she watched, Shen Zhouyi's pupils were indifferent, but she closed her eyes, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips trembled slightly, "Sorry, I'm a little dizzy and nauseated."

Huang Heyang stared at her.

In fact, when the body of the deceased was retrieved, even the police who had been in this job for many years would inevitably feel nauseated, but Shen Zhouyi seemed to have a pretty good psychological quality.

He placed another photo on the table: "Since you are scared, then this is familiar to you, right?"

Shen Zhouyi glanced over with misty eyes.

There is nothing else in the photo, it is still her work.

An abstract painting called "Human Skin Mask".

Her original intention of painting this painting was to allude to the morbid illusion of the current era. In the painting, there is a British sculpture with a chapped face. It seems that a piece of it has been perfectly taken off. The main body is painted in a broken and adhering way.

A hammer, chipping away inch by inch, and the color composition tends to be in a dark style. At first glance, it seems abstract and incomprehensible.

But just delve deeper into the feelings.

Only then did I realize that this work contains too many horrifying details.

"Is there any problem?" Shen Zhouyi's voice was slightly hoarse. She seemed to have a cold, and her nasal voice was a bit heavy.

Huang Heyang narrowed his eyes: "The forensic autopsy results have come out. Although the injuries on He Yihua's body look particularly messy, after the profiler's research, they miraculously match the state of the technique in Miss Shen's painting.

Can you explain?"

Shen Zhouyi understood what they meant.

Not much nonsense at all.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to explain. I didn't do this. You have found the wrong person. As for the cause of He Yihua's death..." She half-squinted her eyes, trying to avoid the harsh incandescent light in front of her: "Too

The clues that clearly point to me are that my paintings are public, and many of them can be used to commit crimes. After all, I am not the only person He Yihua offended."

Her tone was calm, her voice was a little weak, but her expression was firm.

Huang Heyang said coldly: "We are doing business, and now Miss Shen is the most suspected. Therefore, either you accept the investigation and provide evidence to clear your suspicion, or Miss Shen needs to stay in the interrogation room."

Shen Zhouyi closed his eyes and exhaled in vain: "The only evidence I can provide is the driving recorder, but if I stay in one place for too long, you may think that I abandoned the car and went to commit murder elsewhere."

What she said was true.

This is hardly convincing.

Because the route to the cemetery is far away from the city center, there is no surveillance.

She was trapped in a seemingly unbreakable deadlock.
Chapter completed!