This building has been around for some years. The stones underfoot also have some signs of being worn away. The courtyard is occupied by two extremely wide flower beds. The soil in the flower beds has been dug up and planted with elegantly colored flowers. Except for the swaying flowers in the wind,
In addition to the roses, there are only a few small falling flowers in the corner. They are not ostentatious, reflecting the style and light color of the house, giving it a bit of retro charm, and also highlighting the low-key style of the owner of this villa.
Arriving at the living room, the leading woman greeted them, then glanced at everyone, lowered her head and asked seriously: "Excuse me, one of you wants to go upstairs with me to see Professor Lin?"
One person?
Everyone frowned, and Xia Lang raised his head, "Can't we all see this professor?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin always likes to be quiet and is used to meeting alone." The woman shook her head and explained, "The appointment time is coming soon. If you are unwilling, I will bring you the cancellation fee and you can leave now.
"
Although his words were a bit inhumane, they were very consistent with Professor Lin's low-key style of conduct and keeping away from strangers.
Xiaoyu saw that the white cat and gray cat had heavy faces and were obviously hesitating, so he volunteered to stand up and said, "I'll go."
After all, she is the person closest to Wei An, and she is the one who wants to ask everything clearly!
"Okay, this lady is coming with me."
The white cat raised his head worriedly and glanced at Xiaoyu with a frown.
"Okay, miss," the woman turned around, "please come with me."
After that, he walked towards the stairs. Seeing that it was the direction of the second floor, Xiaoyu followed him without hesitation.
"What do you mean by a beast?" Xia Langlang hummed in dissatisfaction, "It's so cute..."
"no!"
But when the white cat saw Xiaoyu walking up the stairs, he seemed to regret it and stood up to follow him, "We can't let her go alone."
"Cat!" Gray Cat stopped her, shook his head, and warned in a very low voice, "Whether he is the dangerous person from thirteen years ago or not, we cannot act rashly. After all, we were the ones who broke into his territory first, right?"
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When they arrived at the second floor, the woman who led the way pointed to a room labeled "Treatment Room" and motioned for Xiaoyu to go there alone. Then she turned back and went downstairs to continue her work.
Xiaoyu stepped forward and knocked on the door cautiously. However, when she knocked for the third time, she found that the door was not locked at all. It was just ajar. With a gentle push from her, it slowly opened with a creak.
Showing the scene inside the treatment room...
Very pure white, very clean furnishings. Next to the window sill, a man with slender legs sat sideways. The man rested his forehead with his left hand, as if he was taking a nap. When Xiaoyu pushed the door in, the breeze brought up the curtains,
The mist curled up and covered his face. The light and shadow illuminated his face, making him look like he was in a painting.
"Hello……"
When Xiaoyu made a sound, the man put down his clean and white hands, turned his head, and looked in her direction - Yan Xiaoyu had been imagining what the rumored Lin Mo looked like when he went upstairs.
, also completely sketched in her mind a middle-aged scholar of about forty years old and wearing glasses, but she never expected that the moment the man turned his face, she was stunned, completely stunned.
What a beautiful, perfect face.
He has handsome features, straight nose, thin lips like water, and thick eyelashes like fans. His slender figure leans in front of the chair with just the right arc, casual but not decadent. His fair skin is smudged orange under the sunlight in front of the bed. White shirt, black trousers
The trousers, every corner, every arc, became a kind of elegance and style when worn on him.
For such a man, no matter how good your eyesight is, at first glance, you cannot tell his age.
His facial features were somewhat familiar to Xiaoyu. Although she couldn't remember where the familiarity was for the time being, she saw his perfect face, gentle expression, non-lethal eyes, and the guessing look in his eyes.
The deep black eyes that do not reveal thoughts... A sentence formed in Miss Yan's mind - Professor Lin is a rare and stunningly beautiful man.
"Hello", the man replied to her, slowly turned around, smiled slightly, and greeted Xiaoyu.
This smile made Xiaoyu psychedelic again, ah, the beautiful man's smile is so charming, sister, I finally understand why you don't like Brother Baoqiang, it turns out that you and I have completely different tastes!
"Hello, Professor Lin, I am the family member of Wu Yuanqing who made an appointment today." Xiaoyu stepped forward and introduced himself in a formal manner, "In addition to collecting his consultation fee, I would like to ask you some more questions about Wu Yuanqing. Can you
What?"
"Sit down first," Professor Lin pointed to the chair opposite the treatment room, "Miss likes to drink coffee, black tea..."
After a pause, as if he was unsure whether Miss Yan was underage, he added, "Or milk?"
Xiaoyu was not happy and chose the strongest flavor, "coffee, black coffee, no sugar added."
Lin Mo smiled, stood up, and went to make coffee.
After he left, Xiaoyu saw that the chair he was sitting on turned out to be a wheelchair!
She was startled, turned around and took a closer look at Lin Mo's legs, and then breathed a sigh of relief. She thought silently, it turns out that people who walk normally these days and have intact feet like to sit in wheelchairs. What kind of psychological quirk is this!
"Miss," a voice as gentle as the wind suddenly sounded from the side, "Have you met He Shuyi?"
"No..." Xiaoyu knew that he was pretending to be asking questions, so he responded defensively and added, "I don't know Lin Shuyi..."
"If you don't know Shu Yi, your first subconscious answer will not be negative," the professor said quietly, handing over a cup of black coffee, "This police officer, your coffee."
Yu was shocked, "You...you know me?"
"I don't know." When Lin Mo saw that she didn't answer, he put down his coffee, sat across from the long table, and said, "I just know that you are not a relative of Wu Yuanqing, Miss. Since you are related to the recent case, the person who wants to visit me will not be a casual person."
Mr. Miss, your temperament is very much like that of a police officer."
Temperament, saying that she has a temperament like a police officer... Miss Yu was in a daze, then touched her face and waved her hands in embarrassment, "What the hell, I have only been a police officer for a few months, and I haven't solved any major cases yet or done anything major.
, Professor, you have all seen this, I didn’t mean to be arrogant..."
He is not a villain with ulterior motives, nor is he a bad person with ulterior motives.
Lin Mo leaned on the back of his chair, looked at Yan Xiaoyu, and came to this conclusion. Suddenly he felt that it had been a long time since such a vigorous and vigorous person appeared in front of him and spoke, so he did not say anything, nor did he issue an order to expel guests as usual.
"Professor Lin, where were you on the afternoon of the day of the incident?" Xiaoyu took out a pen and paper to record, "How long has this doctor-patient relationship between you and Mr. Wu Yuanqing lasted?"
"Near D University," he answered frankly. "Mr. Wu has been suffering from mental illness for a long time. He has written and called me many times to seek treatment. About September last year, I began to officially accept his condition. Starting in January
Two consultations guided the treatment. Since Mr. Wu’s onset of symptoms usually occurs at the beginning of the month, I will set the treatment time before the middle of the month.”
Lin Mo mentioned the consultation time a few more times, and Xiaoyu checked it several times with the booklet that recorded Wu Yuanqing's results, and it turned out that they all matched.
Xiaoyu raised his head and asked again, "Why did Professor Lin appear near University D on the day of the crime?"
"That day happened to be the time when Mr. Wu and I scheduled the first treatment of the month." Lin Mo always kept a calm face. "The time was about three o'clock after the D ceremony. Unfortunately, I had something to do and left first.
.”
"Is there anyone who can prove the situation for you, Professor Lin?" Xiaoyu stared at the time he wrote down and frowned, "After all, the time you provided is completely consistent with the time when Wu Yuanqing was killed."
Even the time of leaving at three o'clock to transport the corpse to the suburbs was perfectly consistent.
"I think there shouldn't be any." Professor Lin shook his head. "There are pavilions and benches in the woods behind the D University campus. It's very quiet. After I bought a cup of coffee, I stayed there alone until three o'clock.
, drove away.”
His eyes were bright and he answered frankly, without seeming to be hiding anything.
Xiaoyu's first impression of this beautiful man was very good. If he killed someone, she really couldn't imagine it. Besides, what was the motive for the killing?
Professor Lin is not short of money.
Love? Wu Yuanqing's private life is so clean. If he really competed with Professor Lin for a woman, he would not have maintained this therapeutic relationship to this day.
Righteous? This professor doesn't look like someone who betrays his trust and makes threats. After all, you can tell one or two of the truth from what he said below.
"I have the obligation to keep the patient's medical status and consultation experience confidential. Therefore, no matter you ask me any questions about Wu Yuanqing's treatment, Miss, I will choose not to answer them."
Xiaoyu heard him get straight to the point and stopped turning around. He raised his eyes and took a deep look at Lin Mo, and asked in a low voice, "Professor Lin...do you know Yan Weian?"
"Yan, Wei'an?"
He slowly repeated these words, his dark eyes seemed to be thinking and recalling. After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
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