No.14 Disciple: Death Puzzle

Chapter 49 Shaking
Guo Tong left the lounge wiping away tears, and kept saying the same things before leaving. Yang Ping was her life mentor and the person she respected the most.Zhuo Qingshan looked at Guo Tong's leaving back and got goosebumps all over her body.

"I said she's a bit over the top, it's too fake..." Zhuo Qingshan didn't realize until she turned her face that An Youlin, who was in deep thought with her head down, had fallen asleep. "Hey!" Zhuo Qingshan turned An Youlin with her elbow, "Why are you asleep again! It would be embarrassing if people saw it..." An Youlin lost his balance when Zhuo Qingshan touched him. He fell directly to the low table in front of him.Zhuo Qingshan was startled, and quickly grabbed An Youlin's shoulder. The shaking An Youlin finally shivered and woke up.

"Ah? What's the matter? The next one is coming?" An Youlin looked around vigilantly with red eyes. "Not yet, I'll be in right away." Zhuo Qingshan glanced at the door, "Why are you asleep?
What if useful information is missed? "An Youlin got up and stretched: "Isn't there still you?"Besides, I heard everything I should hear, and I don't think it's useful to listen to her vent her emotions?It’s not sure if it’s true or not…”

"Then what useful information did you hear before you fell asleep?" "Guo Tong said that she had never heard Yang Ping play "Radesky March", at least not when she was here." Some people were sent to the rest room by Ye Changfeng, both men and women, all of whom were in contact with Yang Ping at work.Their evaluation of Yang Ping is also different.A girl with heavy makeup said in a serious tone: "Yang Ping is the most chic woman I have ever seen! She can laugh and talk when she wants to, and she has the ability to infect others in the atmosphere!" The girl with the lens said frankly: "I admire Teacher Yang very much. I always feel that her mind is constantly spinning, and no one can keep up with her thinking. You can't know how many backup plans she has, and every backup plan can be used. Use it as a formal plan."

After listening to several similar chatters, Zhuo Qingshan suddenly understood why An Youlin was sleepy.Until an old smoker with short hair said something similar to others, and suddenly changed his tone while smoking: "It's really nagging, I think Yang Ping is hostile to men."

The short-haired man subconsciously stared at the door, his tongue twirling between his teeth.

Only then did An Youlin regain his energy. He straightened his body, took out a cigarette from the black leather bag beside him and lit it: "Do you think Yang Ping is hostile to men?"

"It's just a personal feeling. Yang Ping is very rigorous in her work, and she can even be said to be very talented." The short-haired man looked at Zhuo Qingshan and explained, "I don't mean to discriminate against women, absolutely not."

The short-haired man took a puff of cigarette and exhaled through his nostrils: "Working with Yang Ping will feel very enthusiastic, or passion? That's what it means, but it's limited to the scope of work. But anyone will have a show... ..."

play?Zhuo Qingshan was puzzled. "I mean, it's impossible for anyone to be at work all the time, right? When she's out of work, such as resting, distracted, or year-end parties, dinner parties, etc., she will feel that Yang Ping is hostile to men. -meaning!"

In the end, when An Youlin and Zhuo Qingshan decided to leave Hongyu Media, Ye Changfeng led them into the elevator and handed them exquisite silver business cards respectively.

"If you two have other needs, please feel free to contact me." Ye Changfeng said earnestly, "Be it public or private, I hope the police can find the murderer as soon as possible!"

"Manager Ye," An Youlin scratched his messy hair, "Your name is very meaningful, Changfeng? Could it be taken from Du Fu's 'Changfeng rides high waves, Haohao is from ancient times'?"

"It turns out that Police Officer An has also studied the poems of poets?" The two chatted nonchalantly, and it seemed to Zhuo Qingshan that they were flattering each other.When we came to the lobby downstairs, there was a staff member holding two transparent umbrellas standing in front of the tall glass door.

"It's still raining outside. When the two of you came here just now, you only held up an umbrella. I'm afraid you will get caught in the rain, so I asked someone to bring two more."

An Youlin and Zhuo Qingshan took the umbrellas, thanked them, hurried into the rain, and walked towards the parking lot.Back in the car, Zhuo Qingshan watched the rain continuously hitting the windshield, and said to An Youlin who hadn't started the car: "You still know ancient poetry? Do you know the origin of Ye Changfeng's name?"

"What? I'm just talking nonsense. Xiao Zhuo, you must have found that Ye Changfeng is difficult to deal with, right?"

"Well, the people we saw just now were all sent by Ye Changfeng, maybe he has already said hello."

"Ye Changfeng is very skilled in speaking. When he hears questions about right and wrong, he will never answer directly. This will minimize the possibility of verbal conflicts with the other party!"

Zhuo Qingshan recalled a little: "It seems that the origin of his name you said is not correct at all, but his answer has nothing to do with whether it is correct or not, right?"

"When I found out that the public relations department received us, I knew the investigation would be very passive. Ye Changfeng's job is to minimize the negative impact of Yang Ping's murder, and Hongyu really did not shy away from sending him to receive us. Tsk Tut tut."

Zhuo Qingshan remembered the half hour when An Youlin disappeared, and she hurriedly asked An Youlin's whereabouts. "I went to Yang Ping's office and gained something there."

An Youlin told Zhuo Qingshan that someone was packing Yang Ping's personal belongings in the office. "It doesn't seem like the person who organizes things respects Yang Ping very much," An Youlin pouted and shook his head, "Yang Ping hangs a lot of photos in the office, but most of the photo frames that were put into the storage box are broken. "

"Broken? Was it smashed?" "It's simply violent demolition!"

At that time, it was a woman in her forties who packed Yang Ping's personal belongings in the office. When she learned of An Youlin's identity, she said that she knew something that An Youlin would be interested in.

"What did she tell you?" An Youlin didn't answer, but asked instead: "What time is it?" Zhuo Qingshan looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon. "Sister Su asked me to meet at 05:30 for a detailed discussion," An Youlin explained. , There are very few tea customers in the teahouse.An Youlin took Zhuo Qingshan straight to the second floor and sat on the seat by the window.There is a bamboo shed made of woven bamboo outside the wooden window, and no matter how heavy the rain is, it cannot float into the window.The air was humid and depressing, Zhuo Qingshan drank hot tea and looked at the cars passing slowly downstairs, feeling very irritable.

Zhuo Qingshan's mind became more and more confused. She followed An Youlin to the scene of the crime that day, and listened to An Youlin's analysis of the murderer's secretive modus operandi.Like other colleagues in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, she has a new understanding of these two cases-the murderer committed the crime to satisfy the perverted psychology.

Male reproductive worship, gratitude for the dead, adept at using dead objects for ends, etc.The pieces of the jigsaw puzzle seem to be gradually being pieced together, but in the process of investigating the deceased Yang Ping, Zhuo Qingshan gradually realized that the jigsaw puzzle she thought she had pieced together was just the corner of the whole puzzle, and peeking at this corner is not enough to make her feel better. She knows more about the killer.

Zhuo Qingshan was surrounded by an indescribable sense of distress. She looked at An Youlin who was sipping tea with her head down, and she was in an extremely bad mood.She can't look for tangible clues like other colleagues.What she followed An Youlin to look for were things that could not be seen or touched at all, those imperceptible lies, and small movements that hid secrets.These are all problems that Zhuo Qingshan is not good at solving, and she can't see any clues from them.Instead of following An Youlin, it is better to look for tangible clues with other colleagues.What's more, An Youlin seldom explained the reasons behind his strange words and deeds.

Zhuo Qingshan picked up the teacup, she was not used to drinking tea, let alone tasting tea.Seeing An Youlin sipping the tea, she became even more upset. She wanted to ask something, but couldn't find a clue.After five o'clock, the woman surnamed Su came to the second floor of the teahouse, followed by a young woman.The woman surnamed Su is named Su Rong, and she followed Yang Ping before Yang Ping came to Hongyu Media.The young woman's name is Wang Meixia, and she followed Yang Ping to Hongyu Media three years ago. "A woman like Yang Ping deserves her death." Although Zhuo Qingshan was already tired of looking for clues in other people's words, Su Rong's directness still cheered Zhuo Qingshan who was sleepy in the humid air.An Youlin stared at Su Rong with a smile, while Wang Meixia grinned maliciously after hearing Su Rong's words. "Anyway, once Yang Ping dies, I'm afraid I won't be staying in Hongyu for long, and I don't have to listen to that kid surnamed Ye." Su Rong frowned and asked An Youlin and Zhuo Qingshan, "Two police officers, what else should I do this afternoon?" How do people evaluate Yang Ping?"

Zhuo Qingshan said a few words, which made Su Rong and Wang Meixia laugh out loud. "Let us both tell the two police officers what kind of guy Yang Ping is!"

(End of this chapter)