Abyss of ignorance

Lin Xiaodong didn't understand why he was standing in the cell again, he even knew clearly that he was dreaming at this moment.

In the cell, on that wall, the damaged hole was still there, as if to continue the part he hadn't finished last time.Last time, he vaguely remembered that there were words on the red brick, but he couldn't figure out what those words were.

This time, it will definitely work!He thought about it, and took the time to look forward. However, no matter how close he was, the writing on the wall was always only a vague outline, but the content could not be seen clearly.

He didn't seem to realize that one can't dream about something that one doesn't remember.

No matter how grotesque the content of dreams, they always come from the material in the brain.

Curiosity turned into anxiety and irritability, and when I woke up, it was already daylight.

The curtains in the bedroom are light gray and have no blackout function, so they can't resist the bright sunlight at all.

He lay on his back on the bed, looked at the brand-new chandelier on the ceiling, and took a moment to relax. The inexplicable pressure in the dream turned into a tightness in his chest at this moment, making him unable to breathe.

There were faint footsteps outside, and after a while Jiang Lin appeared at the door of the bedroom. She was wearing Lin Xiaodong's old T-shirt, like a slightly shorter nightgown. Her dressing up like this at the moment seemed to be an oath to her relationship with Lin Xiaodong.

"I reheated the pumpkin porridge last night, why don't you get up and eat some before leaving?" She said, the smile on her face never disappeared.

Lin Xiaodong looked at Jiang Lin with much more complicated eyes.

Although Jiang Lin was more than a year older than Lin Xiaodong, she looked in good condition after working hard to recover during this period, and even exuded the unique charming charm of her age.

Human emotions are hard to be pure.

It was as if at this moment, when Lin Xiaodong faced Jiang Lin, he could feel his love for her, which was not noble.

It was rooted in his natural sense of responsibility, the sense of satisfaction that could save her and heal her, and of course, the ambiguity and passion under various chances and coincidences.

However, love is like this, and the many reasons eventually become unreasonable impulses.

He took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and muttered: "It's too late, I have to go to work." He put on his clothes in a hurry, and hurried out the door.

In fact, the time is not that late, he is just escaping.

Wearing a helmet and riding a motorcycle, Lin Xiaodong galloped across the Chuanyun River Bridge.

In the morning rush hour, the motorcycle showed its advantages, with the slow traffic on the side, which formed a sharp contrast with the anxious faces in the car.

It seems that in the city, everyone is living in a paradox, just like the carriage they are in at the moment. The place they are going to may not be what they yearn for, but they still wish they could arrive sooner.

In this regard, Lin Xiaodong is much happier than most people. What he is doing is what he yearns for.

In his life, he never complained.

The motorcycle stopped at the corner of the Linzhou Public Security Bureau, took off his helmet, and strode towards the second floor. He was used to this rhythm, and he didn't remember that he was already a sick patient.

As soon as he went upstairs, he went to the meeting room, where the three oil paintings accompanied Xu Binyong's case had been kept there.

Rationality is important, but intuition and inspiration often complete the kill at the most critical moment.

In the prison cell, in the second dream, Lin Xiaodong knew that there must be something wrong here.

In the morning sun, he looked at the painting, and for some reason, what came to his mind was the appearance of Ye Mimi standing here that morning, with the golden light shining on her cold face, at that moment she was like the goddess of the snowy land she described. Advent.

Lin Xiaodong remembered that she stood there for a long time, looking at the oil painting in the cell.

"What is she looking at?" Lin Xiaodong murmured to himself, and unconsciously walked to the place where Ye Mimi was standing at that time. As far as he could see, this was the painting he had seen countless times, and he could imagine the bleak picture when he closed his eyes Moonlight, the damaged wall, and the numbered blue prison uniforms hanging on the wall.

However, this time, Lin Xiaodong focused all his attention on the damaged wall on the oil painting.

That dream, as if his subconscious had discovered something, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

What you see is not what you get.

Those oil paints, with the solidified texture of the brush at that time, formed a strange texture under the sun.

The subtle patterns formed by these lights and shadows seem plausible, but they are getting closer and closer to the outlines in his dream.

He moved slightly left and right, adjusting the angle, just like the magic cards he played when he was a child, and the pattern would change as he changed the angle.

Finally, he found a suitable angle, and at that moment, his breathing stopped suddenly.

I saw three words appearing on this damaged wall hole: "Lu Guangzhong".

The last time I heard this name was the lengthy history of the detention center that the head of the house babbled about as he concentrated on surveying the scene.

Lin Xiaodong never thought about the relationship between the distant name of Lu Guangzhong and Xu Binyong's death. At that time, he was absent-minded when he heard it, but he still remembered it now.

At this time, in the Jiangnan Medical Building, Ye Mimi was sitting in her office and finished turning the last page. This was an unpopular book. When it was closed, the four big red characters on the cover were particularly eye-catching—"Lu Guangzhong" pass".Next to the book, there is a thick stack of materials, all related to the Linzhou Detention Center.

Ye Mimi scanned the documents on the table one by one, then stood up, walked to the French windows, looked at the rolling hills in the distance, and fell into long thoughts.

After a long time, she gently parted her rosy lips, and said to herself: "Paula Luk... Luk, Wade's pinyin, can be 'Lu', Paula, it seems to be a lady, huh, Ms. Lu..."

Above the distant mountains, the white clouds swim shallowly, I don't know where to go, everything seems to be going back to a place that is getting farther and farther away.

"As expected, there is no evil that comes out of thin air." Ye Mimi whispered, turned and returned to her desk, and turned off the airplane mode of her phone.

When she is thinking, she doesn't like to be disturbed by calls and messages. If it is not necessary for work, she will probably throw away her mobile phone directly.

When the mobile phone returned to normal, four missed call reminders popped up one after another, all of which were from the same person - Lin Xiaodong.

The corner of Ye Mimi's mouth raised slightly, it seemed that Lin Xiaodong finally found out, sooner than she expected.

After a while, Lin Xiaodong's fifth call came in. As soon as Ye Mimi answered the phone, he heard an urgent voice from the other end of the phone: "There is something in the oil painting, did you find it last time?"

Ye Mimi didn't answer right away, because she knew that the answer she was about to give was more than Lin Xiaodong expected.