Chapter 86 Portrait
◎There is a hint of temptation in her voice◎
"Any pen will do?"
Sun Xiu repeated Zhao Xiangwan's words, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.
The two interns sent by the Hunan Provincial Public Security Department are so arrogant.
Sun Xiu, who had been feeling a lot of pressure recently because of the seriousness of the case, raised her eyebrows, turned around, picked up a blue ballpoint pen from the table and handed it over: "Here, a pen."
Zhao Xiangwan took the ballpoint pen and glanced at Ji Zhao: "Is this pen ok?"
Ji Zhao nodded, stretched out his long arm, and took the ballpoint pen that looked extremely ordinary from Zhao Xiangwan's hand.
The tip of a ballpoint pen is slightly round and the stroke is relatively soft. It cannot draw hard lines like pens and pencils. With a light stroke, the dry ink adheres to the ordinary A4 white paper, leaving a soft blue line.
Sun Xiu grinned and asked with a bit of schadenfreude: "How about it? Any kind of pen will do? Otherwise, I'll go find you a charcoal pencil."
【What are you bragging about! You can use any pen, huh. When Lao Ning is working, he has his drawing board, sketch paper, and charcoal pencils all ready. When he practices daily, he also looks around with his drawing clips on his back, sketches with a pencil, breaks down a face into dozens of key points, and draws a portrait that is 70% or 80% like the real person like a puzzle. How difficult is that? It's not like he's drawing from a photo, but just drawing based on other people's descriptions. How demanding is that? He can use any pen, huh!】
Hearing Sun Xiu's inner grumble, Zhao Xiangwan's heart also lifted. She had confidence in Ji Zhao, knowing that he had a "photographic memory" for the people, objects, and scenes he had seen, which was equivalent to taking a photo and saving it, and he could retrieve it at any time. But... today was not a home game, and the paper and pen were also casual. Could Ji Zhao calm them down?
With paper and pen in hand, after trying the feel of the pen, Ji Zhao's facial expression became solemn and serious.
Place the paper on the table and stroke it gently with your left hand to make sure it is flat and smooth.
The palm of your left hand is slightly open, the wrist bone is lightly lifted, and the thumb and index finger form a capital letter "C" and press on the upper left corner of the paper.
Ji Zhao stared at the paper intently, raised his right hand lightly, and held the pen suspended in the air, keeping it one foot away from the paper, without moving at all.
Each step is carried out in an orderly manner, with an indescribable sense of rhythm and melody.
The members of the Serious Crime Unit present were somewhat moved.
[This guy has a steady hand! He's a good shooter. I wonder how good he is at shooting.]
[When he stopped writing, his hand and the pen lines did not move. His ability to control the pen is really strong! Does he seem to have some real skills?]
[I don’t know if this portrait is okay yet, but the posture of this painting is very beautiful.]
All eyes were on Ji Zhao, but he did not move.
【The description doesn’t need to be so specific, let them just talk about their impressions. 】
After hearing Ji Zhao's words, Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes and looked at the policemen who were holding their breath waiting for Ji Zhao to write: "You don't have to be specific about the eyes, nose, and mouth. You can just say what you think of him. It's okay to be a little abstract."
The people in the serious crime squad looked at each other, and all found it unbelievable.
Currently, domestic criminal portraits all split the human face into multiple parts such as eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. For example, eyes are divided into fish eyes, phoenix eyes, almond eyes, long and narrow eyes, round eyes, drooping eyes, drooping eyes, and triangular eyes... Noses include hooked noses, upturned noses, raised noses, thick noses, lion noses, and teardrop noses... Then, based on the witnesses' statements, they repeatedly and in detail inquire about the characteristics of different parts, and finally use a puzzle-like method to bring these parts together to present the overall appearance.
No portrait artist would say: Tell me your impressions.
What is perception? Pretty, delicate, gentle, pure, fierce, ugly, vulgar... these are all perceptions. Everyone has their own face, from the eyes to the heart. Do you want to express it through the portrait? What a joke!
However, since this guy is willing to cause trouble for himself, let's not be polite and start speaking freely.
"I'm considered a gentleman in our city police department. I look impressive in police uniform, but I look like a university professor in casual clothes."
"He has a kind personality, is strict with himself and lenient with others, and works very hard in everything he does."
"I don't like sports. My hobbies are walking and drawing. When I look at people, I stare at them straight, as if I were drawing you on paper."
…
Ji Zhao finally moved.
While they were talking, his right hand suddenly moved.
He wrote as fast as the wind, without a trace of hesitation.
The tip of a ballpoint pen is relatively soft, and the ink rolls easily, so most people rarely use ballpoint pens to draw. But now this very ordinary blue ballpoint pen is in Ji Zhao's hand, as if it has come to life.
Every stroke, every hook and every dot was done with measured advance and retreat, skillfully and naturally. In just a breath, the outline of the face began to take shape.
Ouyang Ding and Sun Xiu turned behind Ji Zhao and stared at the paper without blinking, for fear that if they blinked, the portrait would be completed.
Li Ji and Fan Wenguang were older and more patient, and they still stood opposite Ji Zhao, ready to wait for him to finish before taking a look. Anyway, Ji Zhao had already started painting, and the person he was painting was the most familiar to everyone, so after the painting was finished, wouldn't it be obvious at a glance whether it looked like the person?
The Serious Case Team 1 only has men, and Captain Qin is very serious. The office has never been as lively as it is today. The introverted Xiao Hai pushed his glasses, walked slowly closer, stood beside Ji Zhao, and watched curiously while pinching his head.
Qin Yongbing put his hands behind his back and suddenly became interested in the two young men in front of him.
Qin Yongbing was a little skeptical when Miao Hui repeatedly explained it on the phone. He thought that he was very busy with the investigation and had no time to deal with two interns. But because Miao Hui was popular, he had to agree to it for Miao Hui's sake.
Even if he agreed, Qin Yongbing had never thought about what kind of help Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan could provide. He just hoped that they would be gentle and not arrogant, and not pretend to know something and talk nonsense. Who knew that Ji Zhao was actually a portrait artist?
Qin Yongbing certainly knows how valuable a portrait painter is.
Not only must they have a foundation in painting, they must also have meticulous observation skills, and they must be able to draw portraits based on oral descriptions - there are very few such talents in the criminal investigation technology department of the public security system.
Art academies have many students with a good foundation in painting and outstanding sketching skills, but they can only draw objects from photos. They have not received any training in criminal investigation techniques and do not have the ability to draw portraits based on oral descriptions.
Many criminal police officers in the Public Security Bureau have meticulous observation skills. After seeing many criminal suspects, they automatically build a material library in their minds. They only need a few keywords to pick out the real criminal from the crowd. However, they cannot draw.
This kind of cross-disciplinary and complex talent is exactly what is most scarce in the public security system.
Especially in the current case of a female student being murdered on a university campus, the security guard has seen the suspect's face. If it can be drawn and sent to various places for investigation, the chances of solving the case will be greatly increased.
Thinking of this, Qin Yongbing had a smile in his eyes.
Miao Hui is a nice person, a very nice one. I thought she had sent two burdens this time, but now it seems that at least one of them is useful.
Criminal portrait painter? Hehe, such talents must be kept!
Five minutes later, Ji Zhao stopped writing, straightened his back, moved his right fingertips slightly, and the blue ballpoint pen turned in a circle. With a crisp "click", it was placed on the table.
Then he released his finger that was pressing on the upper left corner of the paper and slowly pushed the portrait forward to where everyone could see it.
There was a long silence.
On the white paper is a portrait made up of blue lines.
It's like a blue and white printed photo.
He was wearing a police uniform with his collar buttoned neatly. He had short hair that was slightly curled at the temples, a slightly chubby face, a thick chin, tight lips, bright eyes, deep double eyelids, and slightly high brows. He looked at people with concentration and sternness.
At a glance, everyone recognized the person in the portrait.
This...is this a criminal portrait?
Sun Xiu's face changed color, and he suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Oh my god! This is really an expert! Wait, I'll go and drag Lao Ning over here--"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" from the door, and Sun Xiu had disappeared.
The office suddenly became lively.
"Oh my god, this is so similar! Can a portrait like this be drawn with a blue ballpoint pen? This is the first time I've seen it."
"Hahahaha... It's obviously Lao Ning. He has been doing criminal portraits for five years. I didn't expect that someone would draw his portrait on paper today."
"Captain Qin, Captain Qin, come and take a look. Can you recognize who this is?"
Qin Yongbing walked over, leaned over to take a look, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
[This is exactly the talent we need! A criminal portrait artist, a top-notch criminal portrait artist! How old is Ji Zhaocai? How can he be so skilled? With just the information everyone provided, he was able to draw Ning Qingning. It's amazing.]
Qin Yongbing raised his head and looked at Ji Zhao with a smile on his face: "Comrade Ji Zhao, are you a staff member of Xing City Public Security Bureau? What's your rank? What's your treatment?"
When the others heard this, they knew what Team Qin was up to - Team Qin was eager to recruit talent. Back then, Team Qin recruited Ning Qingning from the railway system. Now one was not enough, so they wanted to recruit another one?
Li Ji and Qin Yongbing have worked together for many years and have a tacit understanding. He took a look at the portrait on the drawing paper with a smile and said to Zhao Xiangwan, "Comrade Ji Zhao is a talented person. It doesn't matter if he can't speak. Why don't you talk to him and ask if he is interested in staying in our serious crime team? Kyoto is a large place and there are many cases to deal with. There is more room for criminal portraits, right?"
Noticing the crowd’s reactions, Zhao Xiangwan’s eyes lit up: It’s done!
If Ji Zhao's ability is recognized, then it would be natural for him and himself to be involved in the case of Wen Qianyu's murder.
見秦勇兵與李寄打算挖許嵩嶺的牆角，趙向晚笑了，既不接受，也不拒絕：“苗慧處長讓我們過來觀摩實習，正是想多向各位前輩請教。不知道……我們的考核合格了嗎？”
秦勇兵連連點頭：“合格，合格。”
【這丫頭嘴真緊，想要打聽季昭是什麽級別，她一個字都沒有透露。得，不問她，我問苗慧去。】
正在此時，一道人影沖進辦公室，大眼睛裏滿是歡喜：“畫像師在哪裏？畫像師在哪裏？”
孫岫緊随其後，一把拖過他的胳膊，沖到季昭面前，拿起桌上那張肖像，舉到大眼睛面前：“老寧你看，像不像你？”
來人正是西山區公安局唯一的刑偵畫像師，寧清凝，他當兵複員回來之後分配到鐵路局工作，因為出色的畫像能力，被秦勇兵挖了過來。公安局裏上百號人，只他一個刑偵畫像師，還真有點寂寞。聽孫岫說湘省省廳派來一名刑偵畫像專家，立馬興奮至極，丢下畫筆就跑了過來。
一張用藍色圓珠筆畫的肖像出現在眼前，寧清凝瞪大眼睛，直勾勾地盯着，平時緊抿的唇張開着，無意識地發出一聲：“啊……啊！”
旁人看看肖像，再看看寧清凝，都笑了起來。
“這可真是太像了！”
“就算是照着畫，也畫不了這麽傳神。”
“專家到底還是專家，別看人家年輕，這畫像水平……啧啧啧。”
寧清凝的目光緊盯畫面，右手擡手，不自覺地開始用食指跟着描畫，動了幾下之後，他又搖了搖頭：“可惜，怎麽用圓珠筆畫畫呢？啊，不對，圓珠筆怎麽也能畫肖像？這線條也太牛了！”
左看右看、上看下看，原本說要結識同行的寧清凝心神盡被這張肖像所奪，恨不得把這張畫琢磨透徹，直到後面趕過來的孫岫扯着胳膊喊：“喂喂喂——老寧，老寧！”
寧清凝這才回過神來，目光轉向辦公室裏的兩個面孔陌生的年輕人，看看趙向晚，再看看季昭，最後從季昭的右手落到他臉龐上，主動伸出手去，笑着說：“你就是湘省來的畫像師吧？你好，我是寧清凝。”
季昭沒有伸手，只是安靜地看着他伸過來的右手。
【食指、中指、虎口處有細微磨損，他平時練習很多，不過，執筆姿勢不太正确。】
趙向晚伸手與寧清凝相握，微笑解釋：“寧警官您好，我是趙向晚，和季昭一起過來觀摩實習，季昭是刑偵畫像師，他有點特殊，不喜歡與人交流。”
寧清凝禮貌地與趙向晚握手之後，松開手看向季昭，并沒有介意他的冷淡：“沒事，專業人士嘛，有點特別也正常。”
孫岫在一旁大聲道：“老寧，這個刑偵畫像師怎麽樣？你是幹這個的，有話語權。”
歐陽鼎斜了他一眼：“這水平，有眼睛的人都能看出來不一般，哪裏還需要老寧來評價？”
寧清凝是刑偵技術人員，進入畫像領域六、七年，基本都是自己摸索，好不容易有了同行，壓抑不住歡喜，擡頭看着季昭，有心要交流，又怕打擾到他，想了半天轉過頭看着趙向晚：“他不喜歡與人交流？那我怎麽和他溝通？”
趙向晚道：“他能聽到并理解你們的話，您放心說話吧。”
寧清凝拿過畫像，指着上面略微突起的眉弓：“這是點睛之筆，但據我所知，很少有人會描述得這麽詳細，你是怎麽想到的？”
【眼睛大、目光專注、喜歡琢磨人的表情，這種類型的人在繪圖時會微微眯起雙眼，久而久之，眉弓突起。】
提到繪畫中的問題，季昭的回答絕對精準而透徹。
趙向晚将季昭的話重複一遍，寧清凝驚喜萬分，看着趙向晚：“你也是畫像專家？怎麽這麽專業！”
趙向晚搖搖頭：“我只是比較了解他。”
寧清凝只對畫像師感興趣，恨不得立刻拖季昭去開始工作，只是初次見面不知深淺，又看季昭模樣漂亮，态度冷淡，似乎不太好相處，有點猶豫。
趙向晚主動問：“聞倩語被殺案進展如何？犯罪嫌疑人的畫像完成了嗎？”
寧清凝沒想到趙向晚如此善解人意，馬上接過來認真回答：“我負責刑偵畫像，昨天和目擊者馮兼烈在畫室待了一天，可總是不滿意。季昭來了正好，要不一起？”
趙向晚看向季昭，季昭點頭。
【你想要破案，我幫你。】
明明只是一句簡單的話語，卻讓趙向晚內心溫暖一片，她轉過頭對寧清凝說：“好，那就一起去。”
趙向晚、季昭迅速融入西山區公安局重案一組。
秦勇兵動了挖季昭的心思，态度自然有了轉變，主動介紹案情。
目前這個案子影響非常惡劣，許多人開始質疑高校校園的安全性，人人自危，女學生都不敢上晚自習。
多名記者試圖采訪，但警方因為正在偵查階段，所以信息都不能公開，但記者換了個思路，采訪京都對外經貿大學的師生，将案件渲染得十分恐怖。
《雨夜大學校園內驚現殺人狂魔！》
《高校并非淨土，女生安全受到挑戰》
《獨生女被害，父母呼籲警方早日破案》
一條又一條新聞出現在報紙、電視上，公安部下了命令，西山區公安局領導壓力很大。
趙向晚問：“17號被殺，18號立案，現在已經是21號，進展如何？”
時間拖得越久，兇手跑得越遠、藏得越深，想到這個案件要到二十多年之後才會偵破，趙向晚心裏有些發急。
秦勇兵大手一揮：“正好我們重案組來了兩位新人，老寧你也留一下，我們開個碰頭會。”
得益于在許嵩嶺手下實習的經驗，趙向晚與季昭适應得很快。
西山區公安局重案組辦公室放在中央的不是會議桌，而是張藍色的乒乓球臺，只要在中間安上球網就能馬上對練一番，牆角擱着個記分牌，看來大家都喜歡打乒乓球。
噼哩叭啦一陣響，衆人拖過椅子放在乒乓球臺旁邊，拿着本子、筆坐下來，等着秦勇兵發話。
趙向晚、季昭也坐在一側，趙向晚拿出本子，開始記錄。
這個案子目前收集到的證據不少。
通過下水道旁草地的腳印，推測兇手身高1.75-1.80米，體重70-75kg，成年男子，年齡22-30歲，犯案那天身穿膠鞋，舊鞋，雖是下雨，步履依然矯健。
通過兇手（可能）遺留在走廊的雨傘，提取到他的指紋。
……
最後得出的結論是：兇手個子高大、身形矯健、力氣很大、兇悍。
通過梳理聞倩語的社會關系，追查符合條件的學校男生，基本都可以排除，目前所有精力都集中在教學樓保安所看到的男子身上。
據保安馮兼烈所言，廁所燈光有些昏暗，他看到的這個男子身穿一件暗色夾克，裏頭是件圓領衫，什麽材質沒有注意。
男廁所的門口那裏有一個水槽，當時那個男子正彎腰在那裏搓洗着什麽。馮兼烈看他背影和側臉，感覺行為舉止不像學生，所以叫了一聲：“喂——”
男子聽到他的聲音，猛地擡頭，廁所門口的白熾燈光正照在他臉上，馮兼烈看得個清清楚楚。
男子明顯有些慌亂，沒有回應馮兼烈的話，轉身就走，連水龍頭都忘記關。
馮兼烈罵罵咧咧地關上水龍頭，回頭看了一眼走廊。那男子步伐很快，一下子就消失在走廊盡頭。
重案組的人目前給出的結論，這是一起激情殺人案，兇手是校外人員。如果那把扔在走廊的黑色雨傘是他的，那麽他是在下雨之後，也就是晚上六點之後進入校園，離開之時在九點半到十點之間，沒有帶傘。
聽到這裏，趙向晚舉手發言：“我聽死者同學說，六點雨不大，八點才變的。男人在雨小時不喜歡帶傘，所以我認為男人進校時間可以再往後推兩小時，也就是八點之後才進入學校。”
重案一組都是男人，也都不愛下雨天打傘，除非雨很大。聽到趙向晚的話，秦勇兵點點頭：“可以這樣推測，但不排除此人謹慎小心，未雨綢缪，看到天色不好習慣性帶傘在身邊。”
趙向晚沒有在這個問題上糾結，不管是哪個時間點走進校園，要找到更多的目擊者，還是需要畫像。只要有嫌疑人的畫像，就能拿着問學校附近的商販、師生，找出更多目擊者、更多信息。
接下來，所有壓力都集中在刑偵畫像這個環節。
昨天的畫像完成得并不順利。保安馮兼烈在刑偵技術組畫像室呆了一整天，講得嘴皮子起了皮，寧清凝畫了十來張畫像，可是馮兼烈總是搖頭：不太像，好像不是這樣的，像是有點像，可是也只是一點點像。
最後大家都有點崩潰。
馮兼烈感覺自己很倒黴。
明明17號那天不該他值班，但他為了18號周末那天陪老婆去醫院看病，與同事換了班。要是不換班，他就不會遇到這種慘案，也不會遇到嫌疑人，更不會被警察不斷地盤問。
寧清凝也很煩惱。
他不是學美術出身，只是自小喜歡繪畫。當兵之後，閑着無事幫戰士們畫畫肖像，被排長挖掘出他的天分，送去宣傳部門。複員之後分到鐵路局保衛處，一個意外機會顯露出畫像本領，抓住一個冒領寄存行李的小偷而揚了名，被正好出差的秦勇兵看中，力邀他進了西山區公安局刑偵技術科。
為了對得起自己身上這一身警服，寧清凝非常刻苦。花了一年時間進京都藝術學院培訓了一年，專攻素描。每天坐公交車回家的路上，他都是認真觀察每一個人，堅持每天至少畫三幅人像，一年三百六十五天從來不曾間斷。
正是這樣的堅韌與刻苦，寧清凝的刑偵畫像水平領先同行。京都公安系統如果遇到需要畫像的案子都會找他，他也因此立下無數奇功。
可是今天這個案子，他卻覺得很棘手。
馮兼烈這個保安不知道是表達能力有問題，還是根本沒有看清楚嫌疑犯的臉，說起話來颠三倒四，一會說對方是四方臉，一會又說他好像是張長臉，一會說對方是大眼睛、雙眼皮，一會又說好像不是雙眼皮。問得細了，他便急了眼，一拍大腿說：“唉呀，反正不像。我就是和他對了那麽一眼，哪裏知道他是什麽眼睛什麽鼻子什麽嘴！”
寧清凝一連畫了十幾張畫稿，馮兼烈都說不像。
怎麽可能像呢？他的話語颠倒不清，一會長一會短，一會大一會小，這給寧清凝帶來了很大的困擾。
現在瞌睡遇到枕頭，來了一個新人，季昭能夠通過感性描述刻畫人物臉龐，或許能夠把這個案件的嫌疑人準确畫出來，寧清凝終于感覺輕松了一些。
寧清凝是個工作狂，只要能夠把工作完成好，只要能夠在刑偵畫像這個特殊崗位上發光發熱，他願意投入一切。
什麽同行相輕？不存在的！什麽怕季昭超越他的地位？不可能的！這麽多年來，他頗有點高手寂寞的感覺，難得有人可以相互切磋、交流、學習，季昭越強，他越高興。因此，這回季昭過來觀摩學習，寧清凝非常歡迎，打心眼裏歡迎。
21號上午九點半，孫岫将馮兼烈帶到畫像室。
馮兼烈一臉沒睡好的憔悴，頭發亂糟糟的，衣服皺巴巴的，身上還帶着股酒氣。
趙向晚一看到他這個樣子，就知道今天的任務恐怕不容易完成。
人類的記憶是件很奇怪的東西。越是用力地回想，某些畫面越是想不起來。馮兼烈現在這幅模樣，明顯用力過猛，有些脫了力，估計記憶已經開始混亂，難怪昨天畫像工作進展不順利。
寧清凝、季昭面前各擺一個畫夾，鋪上一張素描紙，再加上兩支削好的炭筆，面孔嚴肅，正襟危坐，等着馮兼烈描述自己看到的犯罪嫌疑人。
孫岫也有些着急，現在上頭壓下來，局裏一再強調要早日破案，媒體報道、家屬哭訴、學校師生請願……件件樁樁都給重案一組很大的壓力。如果再不畫出嫌疑人畫像，後續工作根本無法開展。
刑警們都知道激情殺人最難破，離聞倩語死亡時間已經過去三天半，兇手如果當晚離開京都，早就不知道跑到了哪裏，怎麽找？
必須抓緊時間畫像。
焦慮情緒會層層傳遞。
孫岫冷着臉，對馮兼烈說：“你再好好想想，在廁所見到的那個男人找什麽樣子。這件事非常重要，你是唯一一個可能見過兇手的人，你有責任提供準确信息。”
馮兼烈越發着急起來，呼吸粗重，嗫嚅着：“是是是，我一定好好想。”
【學校保衛處處長說了，這次我在崗期間嚴重失職，沒有好好巡視，導致學校發生命案，将面臨處分，嚴重的可能要開除。除非我戴罪立功，協助警方畫出嫌疑人畫像，成功将兇手抓獲，才能考慮讓我繼續工作。
我上有老下有小，老婆在學校當臨時工，工資低，身體不好，看病吃藥開銷大，如果我被開除，家裏怎麽辦？不行，不行，我一定要好好想，絕對要想出來那個男人的長相。】
失眠了一晚，馮兼烈的腦子像漿糊一樣。聽到孫岫冷着臉說了那樣的話，又看到眼前兩個警察板着臉盯着畫板，焦慮情緒傳導過來，一顆心開始急跳。
他咳嗽一聲，努力讓自己鎮定下來：“他看着很兇，臉有點黑，大臉……哦不不不，好像也不是很大。”
孫岫與寧清凝對視一眼，眼中滿是無奈：唉，又來了。
【這貨說話颠三倒四，老寧肯定頭痛】
【我這就算下了筆，畫出來也不可能像啊。如果畫出來四處張貼，等将來兇手落網，一對照發現完全不像，那我豈不是成為公安系統的笑話？】
趙向晚站起身，倒了一杯熱茶，遞到馮兼烈手中，微笑道：“不着急，您先喝口茶。”
從聞倩語被殺之後，馮兼烈被無數咒罵、埋怨與指責淹沒。記者追到他家裏，學生們堵在保安室，罵他的話語他閉上眼睛就仿佛在耳邊。
“晚上下那麽大雨，自習室也沒幾個人，你就沒想到可能會有危險？為什麽不按照保安要求，每隔十分鐘出來巡視一下？哪怕就是在走廊裏走一下，壞人也不敢那麽作惡！”
“你知不知道，你在廁所與兇手對照面的時候，聞倩語還活着？她就昏迷在雜物間裏，只要你稍微多看一眼，就能把她救活！”
“你放走了兇手，你就是殺人兇手！當時你明明見到了他，為什麽不抓住他？哪怕吓他一下，打電話彙報保衛處，他也不敢再返回來把聞倩語塞進下水道！你這個蠢貨！你根本就不配當一名保安。”
馮兼烈感覺自己成了只過街老鼠，人人喊打。尤其是女孩子見到他，都恨不得往他腳邊吐一口唾沫，罵一句：“殺人兇手！”
陡然見到一個身穿便裝的年輕女孩，微笑着遞過來一杯熱茶，安慰他別着急，馮兼烈的內心似乎被什麽擊中，喉嚨口堵得慌，接過茶來喝了一口，忽然哭了起來。
越哭越兇，到後來泣不成聲，馮兼烈索性放下茶杯，趴在桌上號啕起來。
“嗚嗚嗚……我也不想啊，我也不想的！”
“我沒有想到後果會這麽嚴重。平時教學樓都是學生，學生都很懂事，很好管理。我們在保安室什麽事都沒有，也就接待幾個撿到什麽眼鏡、雨傘、課本學生，他們見到我們保安也都是客客氣氣喊一聲叔叔，我哪裏知道會有壞人進來殺人？”
“要是我知道他是兇手，就算不敢和打鬥，那我也肯定會打電話給保衛處，讓他們派人過來，提醒學生注意安全是不是？”
“我不是個壞人，我就是日子過得太平靜了，思想有些懶惰。我以為那個男人就是過來借用一下廁所，我沒想到他殺了人啊……”
先前孫岫見馮兼烈哭，有些煩躁，恨不得沖過去把他嘴巴堵上。你還有臉哭？這事還真就是賴你！人都死了，你哭個屁，趕緊支愣起來把兇手畫出來，我們好找人啊！
可是聽到後來，看他哭得稀裏嘩啦，說出來的話裏帶着濃濃的自責與悔恨，孫岫對馮兼烈的嫌棄與憤怒減輕了許多。
怪誰？馮兼烈固然有錯，但最該責怪的人，是兇手！
孫岫長嘆一聲：“行了，男子漢大丈夫，做錯了事就好好彌補，別哭了。”
寧清凝也意識到自己逼得太狠，導致馮兼烈前言不搭後語，應該是記憶有些混亂。可是他也很為難，讓馮兼烈休息一下吧，怕時間一久記憶模糊；不讓馮兼烈休息吧，又怕他精神緊張記憶發生錯誤。
趙向晚送上一杯熱茶，引得雙方相互理解，場上焦慮氛圍明顯舒緩了許多。
負面情緒累積多了，壓在心上會對身體造成影響，不如讓馮兼烈發洩出來。原來趙向晚還準備了一些話語，沒想到那些話還沒來得及說出來，馮兼烈已經哭了起來。
看時機差不多，趙向晚輕聲道：“就算受點委屈又怎麽樣呢？至少我們還活着，是不是？聞倩語的爸媽一個病倒在床上，一個白了頭發，比起他們，聽幾句閑話又怎樣呢？叔叔，其實……你已經很幸運了。”
聽到這一聲“叔叔”，仿佛回到保安室，那些單純善良的學生來找自己，都是尊敬地喊一聲“叔叔”。自己只是個初中文化水平的小小保安，那些大學生們是天之驕子，可是他們從來沒有看低過自己半分。
馮兼烈慢慢直起腰來，抹了一把眼淚，帶着鼻音地說：“幸運？”
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "Yes, the murderer is tall, strong and very fierce. He may have a weapon in his hand. If you stopped him and questioned him carefully, I'm afraid you would have been killed by him. So... you didn't alarm him, and luckily you saved your life."
Feng Jianlie shuddered and stared at Zhao Xiangwan blankly. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
[When he stared at me, his eyes were full of ferocity, which frightened me. I am not as tall as him, nor as strong as him, so I was scared. Yes, I am selfish, but if selfishness can save my life, then let them scold me. ]
Seeing that he had been comforted by his words, Zhao Xiangwan signaled Ji Zhao with his eyes to start.
Ji Zhao lowered his head and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
[You ask him what kind of person he is. Start from the moment he saw the murderer and slowly recall what he felt when he saw him from behind, what he felt when he turned his head to the side, and what he looked like when he turned his face to the light.]
Ji Zhao's unique clear voice, like a spring flowing through the mountains, made Zhao Xiangwan feel ethereal.
Zhao Xiangwan turned her head and met Feng Jianlie's gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange light flashed in her amber pupils. There was a hint of temptation in her voice.
"Don't worry, let's find the murderer together."
Feng Jianlie was bewildered by her gaze and nodded and repeated her words: "Okay, find the murderer."
"Once the murderer is caught, you will be truly safe."
As his own life was at stake, Feng Jianlie responded immediately: "Yes, we must catch him."
"Then follow my movements. Take a deep breath first. Yes, just like this, inhale - exhale - inhale - exhale -"
Zhao Xiangwan looked like a college student. He called him uncle and not only did he not scold him, but he also served him tea and water and comforted him gently. Feng Jianlie had a very good impression of Zhao Xiangwan in front of him, and obediently followed Zhao Xiangwan and began to take deep breaths.
"Sniff--exhale! When you first saw the murderer, was his back broad? Was his neck exposed? Was his body thick? Was his hair long? Were his ears big?"
Under the influence of Zhao Xiangwan's gentle words, Feng Jianlie gradually entered a semi-hypnotic state. The memories of the night of the 17th were awakened, and all the scenes that were almost forgotten appeared in his mind.
He murmured, "As soon as I walked into the restroom, I saw a man with his back to me, bending over and scrubbing the hem of his clothes. His back was very broad and his neck was thick, but he didn't look ugly. Neck, oh, yes, there seemed to be a black mark on the back of his neck. What did it look like? It didn't look like anything, just a black mark the size of a fingernail. His hair was not long, it seemed like it had just been cut, and the back was just pushed, very flat. His ears? His ears were a little swollen, very big, and his earlobes were very thick."
When Sun Xiu saw this, he held his breath and dared not say a word, his eyes full of surprise.
Good guy, I originally thought that among the interns sent by the Hunan Provincial Department, Ji Zhao was the only talented one, and Zhao Xiangwan was just a match to facilitate Ji Zhao's communication with everyone.
But now it seems that Zhao Xiangwan is even more talented!