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"Is it five tickets next time?"
Qu Baoyuan shuddered, feeling as if he were burning up.
"I've seen your paintings. Why do you particularly like red and black? Because red represents blood, and black represents night and death, right?"
Qu Baoyuan stared at Wang Liguo with his mouth agape in horror, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper.
What did you take from the scene?
Qu Baoyuan was slow to react; he had to think before he could answer any of the questions.
"A watch, old and black, I don't know what brand it is."
Where are we now?
“Downstairs from Teacher Yang’s building, in a sandbox, buried there.”
"What else are you taking?"
He said very reluctantly:
"Old phone, charger."
What brand?
"Siemens, blue."
Where is the phone?
"Sold for 150 yuan."
Lunchtime had arrived, so the interrogation had to come to an end.
Wang Liguo handed the boxed lunch with braised pork to Qu Baoyuan and jokingly said:
"I'm inviting you, Mr. Qu, to dinner. Don't you like braised pork? I don't have any."
Qu Baoyuan said in a serious tone:
"You're a true friend, a true friend! Thank you, Captain Wang! Thank you, Captain Wang!"
Wang Liguo suddenly felt a pang of emotion, and looking at him, he couldn't help but ask:
"Aren't you perfectly normal? I really don't understand why you would kill those innocent women?"
Qu Baoyuan was taken aback, then smiled:
"What I'm thinking, you guys? You can't guess, you can't guess."
He took a couple of bites of rice, then looked up and stared at Wang Liguo:
"You've killed far more people than I have."
Wang Liguo was taken aback:
"You're saying I killed someone?"
“You killed someone. You killed so many people. I knew all along that you wanted to kill me, you wanted to kill me.”
Wang Liguo took a long time to speak:
"What makes you think I killed so many people?"
“No one is as ruthless as you. I’m terrified when I see your eyes. You’ve killed so many people, I can tell. You can’t fool me. That day, the way you looked at me was the most vicious, it was blazing. I know you wanted to kill me, you wanted to kill me.”
This incident also left a deep impression on Xiao Li. Later, he said to Wang Liguo:
"What this kid says might make sense. Why don't you think about it?"
Wang Liguo panicked:
"Are you saying I've killed a lot of people too?"
"Think about it, how many murder cases have you solved over the years?"
"There must have been at least a hundred cases. I've been a police officer for fifteen years."
"Isn't this outrageous! You've solved so many murder cases, so aren't you the one who put those criminals in court? Aren't you the one who sent them down the path of no return? Now that Qu Baoyuan has fallen into your hands, he can't help but know that he is doomed to die."
"If that's the case..."
Wang Liguo nodded, thinking that it seemed to make sense.
In truth, Wang Liguo's eyes were neither large nor handsome; they were quite ordinary, so no one paid much attention to them. His colleagues were already used to his gaze and wouldn't notice anything unusual. To his wife, he was a husband and lover; to his daughter, he was a lovable father; to his friends, he was a man who would go to great lengths for her; to strangers, he was just an ordinary policeman. Because of this, no one could see the extraordinary quality in his eyes like Qu Baoyuan did.
Wang Liguo, a police officer for fifteen years, has solved nearly a hundred murder cases. How many extraordinary people has he dealt with? How many cunning and ruthless criminals has he outwitted and outmaneuvered? How many people who have caused death have he sent to their deaths? Can his experiences, expertise, and success not change his character? Can he not let his eyes radiate wisdom, decisiveness, and perseverance? Can he not let his eyes be filled with a keen insight and ruthlessness that hates evil?
Qu Baoyuan saw Wang Liguo through the eyes of a criminal, sharper than all of us. He immediately saw that Wang Liguo was different from ordinary people, with a keen insight and ruthlessness in his eyes that made him feel a desperate fear from the bottom of his heart.
Rumor: What is the motive for repeatedly killing single women?
When Yang Ming told her that the manuscript had been rejected again, Zhao Xiaowei knew that he must have crossed a line again.
She's becoming increasingly interested in Yang Ming's writing, increasingly eager to read his manuscripts. She tells herself, "Isn't it because he's more thoughtful than others?" But then she argues, "It's not just because he's thoughtful, but also because he's more persistent and unique than others." She feels it's hard to find a boy like Yang Ming these days, which is why she can't help but like him. Finally, she confesses to herself: she's fallen for Yang Ming.
She loved sitting in Yang Ming's chair, whenever he wasn't there. Although his chair was identical to hers, sitting in it allowed her to feel his warmth, making her feel comfortable and at ease. Yang Ming told her his computer password, "You can look at my computer as you like. Anyway, nobody bothers to read articles I haven't posted. It's rare to have a reader as enthusiastic as you; it makes me feel so touched when I can't sleep at night thinking about you."
She quickly retrieved his article from the computer.