"What would she choose?"


    "I don''t know."


    "No matter who she chooses, the end will be the same."


    "Ah..."


    ……


    It''s getting light.


    Several police cars were speeding to Yangzi Lake Park where the clown was found.


    Su Mian and Han Chen sit in a command car and look at the morning fog in front of the road. Her mood is like this fog color. She took Han Chen''s hand gently. Han Shen held up the window with his elbow and looked ahead. He took her hand and put it on his lap.


    6:35。


    It''s half an hour before the explosion. In a few minutes, they''ll be there.


    All the police''s efforts to stay up all night paid off. This time, two clowns just walked out of the park men''s toilet when they were spotted by the police. On the one hand, they failed to go to the more prosperous roads, causing a new round of panic; on the other hand, the police also had more time to dismantle the bombs.


    "Xiao Zhuan''s phone is off." Cold noodles put down the mobile phone, and dial nagging.


    Han Chen frowned a little. Su Mian said, "eh," and turned to the cold face and said, "No. Xiaozhuan always takes the power bank with him every day, and never turns off the power. "


    The phone will get through soon. There were four or five rings before they were picked up. The voice of nagging sounds like a jar of gas, apparently just wake up: "hello? Cold noodles, what''s up


    Cold face: "clown appears, Yangzi Lake Park. Where are you? "


    Su Mian looks at the cold face, waiting to confirm their whereabouts. Han Shen also turned his head and put his arm on the back of Su Mian''s back. His eyes closed slightly.


    On the other end of the phone -


    I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight, looking at the light sky, a little dazed. As soon as Xiaozhuan got out of the car, he fell asleep. Now a look at the watch, it has been more than half an hour, Xiaozhuan has not come back.


    While reporting his position, he pushed the door and got out of the car and said, "Xiaozhuan is going to have breakfast. I''m sleeping in the car. I''ll go and find him now, and I''ll be with you as soon as I find him. "


    Hang up the phone, he rushed to the alley.


    ……


    "Xiaozhuan is going to have breakfast." Cold face put down the phone. "They''ll be right here."


    Han Chen did not speak, his eyes were dark. Su mian "Oh" a, but always think Xiaozhuan shut down this thing is quite strange. She was about to take out her mobile phone and called him by herself, when the car suddenly stopped.


    Everyone looked up at the same time and looked out of the car. In the lush Park, the mist lingers like a gauze. In front of the remote public toilet, several police cars have been surrounded. From a distance, two clowns are standing in the middle. Several policemen, dressed in riot gear, were appeasing them.


    The door of the car was pulled open and everyone got out of the car. Su Mian didn''t have time to call Xiaozhuan, and put the mobile phone into his pocket. Han Shen jumped out of the car behind her, turned his head and said to the cold face: "transfer a team of people to have a look at nagging and Xiaozhuan."


    Cold face took orders. Su Mian and Han Chen looked at each other. His eyes were dark and quiet. He put his hand on her back and motioned her to go with him.


    -


    as soon as you enter the deep lane, you feel something wrong.


    He smelled a little bit of blood. This made his heart suddenly grab.


    In front of her, the old woman''s noodle shop was open brightly, and three or two tables of guests were early; at the other end of the lane, scattered passers-by came. Where is the shadow of Zhou Xiaozhuan. He held his breath and pressed against the wall, searching for the smell of blood. At a glance, I saw a few drops of blood splashed under the mottled corner of the wall, almost dry, only a little wet - just in time for Xiaozhuan to enter the alley! The soil on the ground was trampled on in a mess, and it looked like a fierce fight had taken place.


    his eyes suddenly widened, and he searched frantically along the lane, catching passers-by to ask questions one by one. Looking up at the bright white sky again, I felt chilly and frightened.


    -


    "the first victim is Wang Yuande, and the second victim is Su Dayong." The patrol police, who arrived at the scene first, quickly reported the situation to Han Chen and others. "They all live in the residential areas not far from here. They were knocked unconscious by sticks in the middle of the night yesterday, and woke up in the toilet."


    Han Shen, Su Mian and others also put on explosion-proof clothing, and then compared the table: 6:42. 25 minutes to go.


    The province''s most powerful bomb disposal experts, have also arrived at the scene, is pouncing on the two victims, carefully studying. This time, although time is tight, it is much better than the previous two times. So the police have a two pronged approach: on the one hand, experts try to dismantle it; at the same time, the black shield team is responsible for decoding the code. As long as there is a way to go, people can be saved.


    Han Chen put on his black gloves and went to the first man, and Su Mian followed.


    Although the police have been pacifying, the victim''s emotional reaction is still very intense, crying and shivering, can not say a continuous word.


    Han Shen raised his eyes and looked at him. His voice was a little light: "don''t shiver. Cooperate well, or how can we save you? " Xu''s expression was too calm and his aura was too strong. The victim sobbed and looked at him, and he was strangely quiet."What is the song the killer taught you to sing?" Asked Su Mian.


    "Song?" The victim sniffed again and shook his head, "no, no singing. He let me recite I recited a poem. " At this time, the criminal police next to him handed over the record book and pen: "this is what he just dictated."


    Han Chen takes it and looks at it calmly. Su Mian looked at the content and was stunned.


    "The simplest existence of the universe,


    crisscross.


    The most complicated form of life,


    is lost in the morning and gained in the evening.


    It can cover every day,


    can occupy every year.


    Mistakes will be recovered.


    In my illusory dream,


    his name,


    will never be covered by time. "


    They looked at the poem and did not speak for a moment. At last, they all looked up and looked at Han Chen.


    Han Chen was still calm when his eyebrows were burning like this. He took the piece of paper and tapped the back of the paper with his slender fingers. Suddenly, he looked up and looked at Su Mian.


    So they all looked at Su Mian.


    "Sumian, I need you to confirm two things for me from the perspective of criminal psychology." He said.


    Su Mian slightly Leng, answer: "good."


    Han Chen: "who wrote this poem?"


    “R。” Su Mian opened his mouth and answered.


    She understood why han Chen asked her. In terms of the understanding of those three people, probably no one can compare with her. From the perspective of criminal psychology, the meaning and code of poems will be different even if they are members of the group of seven.


    A cannot write such a poem. L''s style will be more exaggerated, sensational and abstract, but its essence will not be too complicated. That''s his style. The poem is simple, but you can feel its deep meaning. Of the three, it could only be r. Besides, l was seriously injured by Han Shen. He was afraid that he was not in the mood and physical strength to write poetry.


    Han Shen stares at her eyes. Her white face is quiet, but her eyes are somewhat dense, as if she is thinking.


    "What do you think this poem is about?" He asked again.


    People nearby are all staring at each other. Yes, what is this poem talking about? Su Mian slightly pondered for a while, her eyes fell on the paper again. As a matter of fact, when she saw this paragraph, her first feeling was


    "How do I feel that I''m talking about mathematics and philosophy?" She said, "you know, there''s always been a saying that mathematics is the most concise and basic existence, and it leads to complex disciplines and life. This poem has a certain meaning. The last few sentences are more lyrical. They are linked together as a whole, which is somewhat philosophical


    At this point, her eyes became a little deep.


    All along, their understanding of R is the least. He''s a doctor. He''s a shadow in the video. He takes the woman''s heart without leaving any trace. But I didn''t expect that R''s thinking is such a feature. He probably likes mathematics, like to explore the meaning behind things, perhaps he will be very insightful, even his thinking will be very charming.


    A mysterious man.


    But


    Su Mian thinks, math? Although Han Shen has nothing to do with philosophy, he is a mathematical emperor.


    As soon as she looked up, she ran into Han Shen''s thoughtful expression. Black eyebrows and eyes, clear outline, shirt neckline because of the whole night busy slightly wrinkled, look is very focused.


    Others are also afraid of the atmosphere. What he thought in his mind was that although Han Chen was known as a detective, how could he figure out the poems written by a madman. Su Mian doesn''t think so. When reading this poem, she doesn''t regard r as a madman. Han Shen is good at mathematics, and R obviously has feelings for mathematics. This is basically a pK of two people.


    As a result, no one thought about it. After a while, Han Shen raised his head and folded the paper and handed it to Su Mian. A faint smile flashed in his eyes: "the code is 18749019."


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