Chapter 8 Nirvana
Since Zhang Wen passed away, her husband Zhao Ziqiang couldn't bear the blow and has been living in his parents' home these days.
The decoration of the house is very thoughtful, all designed according to women's preferences, with warm colors, gentle and cozy.
It can be seen that the newlyweds are managing their small home with great care, but now, the family has broken up.
Chi Xia and Luo Xun walked in. Luo Xun pointed to a bedroom and said, "That's the bedroom. Opposite is the study. There's also an old people's room, which has been converted into Zhang Wen's dressing room. Where are you going first?"
Chi Xia knew very well that Luo Xun and his men were no idiots; they each had their own talents and they used them very well.
For example, Lin Wenjue's interrogation methods, Cao Bin's surveillance, and Juanmao's pre-trial questioning. As for Luo Xun, apart from his professional ability, his most commendable thing is that he makes good use of the people under his command.
So they must have checked the house very carefully.
What Chi Xia needs to do is to find new clues in this house that has eliminated many possibilities.
She thought about it and walked into the cloakroom.
You can find a lot of things in a girl's cloakroom, which is something these grown men may overlook.
Luo Xun looked in the direction of the bedroom, smiled, and followed her in.
"Zhang Wen's husband loves her very much."
Luo Xun said: "Almost everything here belongs to Zhang Wen."
As he said, Chi Xia only saw men's clothes in the compartment in the corner. Although there were few, they were all neatly arranged.
"What's this?"
Chi Xia glanced over and frowned. When he opened the curtain with his hand, he could see clearly: "Ah, a wig."
Luo Xun really couldn't understand: "You girls, do you all like these things?"
He pointed to the wigs and then to the dressing table: "I heard these things are very expensive."
Zhang Wen does have a lot of clothes and cosmetics, and they seem to be of various styles. They all show signs of use, and it seems they were not just placed there right after they were bought.
"Perhaps, this is also proof that she is trying to live a good life."
Chi Xia's hand passed over the clothes: "Put on makeup, wear nice clothes, and dress yourself up beautifully. At least on the surface, it's hope."
Luo Xun could not deny this, and he nodded in agreement: "Yes, Lin Wei is the same. Even if they have been hurt, it is their right to live like ordinary girls."
When these words came out of Luo Xun's mouth, Chi Xia looked over in surprise.
Luo Xun looked at her: "Don't look at me, look for clues."
"For a period of time, Zhang Wen only wore loose T-shirts and loose pants. During that period, she probably had not yet come out of the shadow of sexual assault."
Chi Xia pointed to a compartment and said, "But I always feel it's a bit strange. Why does her dressing style change so much after this?"
“Is it strange?”
Luo Xun asked her: "Curly Hair has asked the girls in the bureau, and it is uncontrollable for girls to buy clothes and cosmetics. It is not surprising that they have a different style every now and then."
Chi Xia shook her head and said, "Buying is a normal thing, but generally speaking, girls of this age have a fixed personal style and can't deviate from that range. But Captain Luo, look at these clothes in Zhang Wen's cloakroom..."
Luo Xun re-examined the cloakroom and finally realized where that indescribable strange feeling came from when he first saw this cloakroom.
"There is a problem."
He looked at Chi Xia with a cold gaze: "The clothes at Lin Wei's house are not much different from Zhang Wen's."
The same wide variety of clothes, the same large selection of makeup , wigs, hats, and sunglasses.
If this is not a common trait among ordinary girls, then what they overlooked is the implicit connection between these three girls? But what does this mean?
They came out of the cloakroom and went to the study room opposite. Chi Xia took a quick glance and saw a wide variety of psychology books on the bookshelf.
Luo Xun followed her gaze and said, "Some of these books were read by Zhao Ziqiang, and some were read by Zhang Wen herself. Zhao Ziqiang told us that Zhang Wen didn't want to see a psychologist, so he read them by himself. Later, Zhang Wen also read them together."
Luo Xun pulled out a book covered with search notes. He flipped through it and looked at Chi Xia: "She is saving herself."
"Where's Lin Wei?"
Chi Xia looked at a painting on the wall: "Does she have these books at home?"
"No."
Luo Xun saw her staring at the painting and walked over: "But maybe we didn't notice that you were staring at the painting. Is there something wrong with it?"
Chi Xia was a little hesitant and asked Luo Xun: "Captain Luo, what do you think of when you see this painting?"
Luo Xun was not very interested in paintings. He also looked at the painting and said lazily, "Are you asking a criminal policeman whether he knows painting? What do you see in this Picasso, Officer Chi?"
He deliberately emphasized the three words "Officer Chi" and seemed speechless about this question.
"You don't need to understand, Captain Luo, just tell me, what did you see?" Chi Xia asked again.
Luo Xun exhaled irritably through his nostrils: "What else could it be? Squares, circles, and lines, all mixed together, a mess!"
What a unique answer! Chi Xia sneered.
After she finished laughing, she straightened her face and said, "It's a person in the fire."
Luo Xun was shocked. He turned his head to look at Chi Xia, then looked at the painting again: "The fire devoured the person?"
“People are struggling in the fire.”
As she spoke, a corresponding picture appeared in her mind, and outside the picture, there was a figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his eyes. Those eyes were cold, indifferent, and even had a hint of excitement.
Luo Xun frowned, as if he could see the scene in his mind through her painting.
He pointed to one of them and said, "This painting has a thousand faces. You see people struggling in it, but I see the exact opposite."
"What is it?"
Chi Xia looked at him, confusion and surprise in her eyes.
Luo Xun walked out, and a voice came over: "Nirvana."
Chi Xia was startled, and curled the corners of her mouth with interest, and heard Luo Xun calling her outside.
Chi Xia walked to the door, turned around to look at the painting again, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and walked over again.
…
Not finding any suspicious clues in the room, Chi Xia walked to the door and saw Luo Xun standing in the corridor, observing something.
Seeing her coming out, Luo Xun said, "There are no surveillance cameras in the corridors and hallways. If what you are talking about cannot exist, then it can only be here. The surveillance in the elevator has been broken for half a year. It is meaningless. We screened the surveillance videos around the community and found no suspicious people."
"If the victim left on his own, the murderer wouldn't have to come to the door."
Chi Xia made such an assumption.
"But we also didn't find any victims." Luo Xun rubbed his face. He felt a little sleepy.
Chi Xia didn’t know what she was thinking about, and she quickly walked in again.
Luo Xun waited outside for a long time but no one showed up, so he walked in and called her, "Intern, do you know what time it is now?"
"Captain Luo."
Chi Xia's voice came from the cloakroom slowly and she walked out: "If I go out like this, will you recognize me?"
Captain Luo was so frightened by the person in front of him that he took two steps back. The fatigue accumulated in his body was swept away at once , and his eyes brightened.
The person in front of him had long hair, a white dress, and light makeup. Even though Luo Xun knew that this person must be Chi Xia who had just entered, and he still remembered her voice, he had to admit that this person had no connection with the short-haired and dull intern.
He quickly realized: "You mean, Zhang Wen went out dressed like this? "
"Combined with the situation at the scene, this is the possibility I can think of at the moment."
Chi Xia took off the wig and grasped her own hair: "Captain Luo, we will know the answer when we go to Lin Wei and Chen Li's house."
This is an extremely bold assumption. Luo Xun paused and waved his hand: "Wipe your flaming red lips clean first."
Chi Xia turned and walked towards the bathroom, muttering quietly, "I used a light color, which is not considered red in the lipstick color range for girls."
Luo Xun took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "I say, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have thin arms and legs."
Chi Xia washed her face in the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror and pulled the corners of her lips.
Thin arms and legs?
She looked at her arms, smiled silently, straightened her hair and walked out.
