Chapter 99
Chang Ting lowered his head and brushed his knees, avoiding Chen He's questioning gaze without leaving any trace, and said:
"People report anonymously, and I'm afraid they'll be retaliated against if their identities are exposed, so I won't reveal the specific source."
The original sentence is returned.
Zhang You buried his head in writing: "Brother Chang has won back a game!"
Chen He: “…”
Chang Ting stood up and said, "Okay, the meeting is over, you can go home. Zhang You, book a ticket too..."
Chen He interrupted him: "Xing Yao is hiding so well, what are you going to do next?"
Chang Ting patted the letter in his inner pocket. "Since he lived in Lanzhou, he must have left traces. I'll apply for assistance from the Lanzhou Public Security Bureau and look for clues here."
Chen He raised an eyebrow: "What if we can't find a person who was not registered as a resident ten years ago?"
"A dog leaves a mark, and it will be found eventually."
"...You mean to say that the passing of the wild geese leaves traces."
"Anyway, it's none of your business. Go home, Teacher Chen, please." He made a "please" gesture towards the door.
Chen He remained seated, "What if he runs abroad at this moment?"
Chang Ting's hand froze in mid-air.
Chen He leaned back in his chair leisurely. "Don't forget, he's a wealthy and capable man now. Your investigation and visits to the faculty and staff have probably alarmed him."
"He saw that the situation was bad and fled abroad. How could he be caught? You don't even know his current name, so there's no way to stop him."
Chang Ting was silent for a moment: "...We will figure out how to deal with these matters, you don't have to worry about it."
Chen He smiled confidently, "I have a plan. Would you like to hear it?"
"I..." Chang Ting felt that there was a trap and didn't want to jump into it, but the trap was very tempting.
"It won't cost you anything to listen to it." Chen He coaxed.
Chang Ting stared at Chen He like Tang Monk looking at a female monster.
He sensed danger, but was eager to know what she was up to. He wanted to run, but couldn't. With his hair standing on end, he hesitated and said, "Then... tell me?"
Chen He's lips curved up. "Don't worry, I won't do anything superfluous. I just want to draw a cartoon so that the snake in the grass nest won't care about escaping, but will only think about jumping out. How do you think?"
Chang Ting understood, and his heart sank. "You mean, like you did before, using comics to force him to lose his patience and show up to take action?"
Chen He nodded with satisfaction: "That's what I mean."
"What if his action is to escape? Wouldn't it be faster?"
Chen He slowly shook his head: "It is possible for him to run away now, and going abroad to hide for a while is the best strategy.
"But when the comic came out, it was like a slap in his face, and he didn't run away."
Chang Ting frowned: "Why?"
Chen He's eyes seemed to be filled with dark flames: "Just based on what you said, he is a serial killer. We suspense writers all learn a little about criminal psychology.
"Officer Chang is a professional, so he probably knows better than I do. Serial killers often have a dormant inferiority complex within their personality traits.
"This psychological characteristic is often closely related to childhood emotional deprivation, traumatic experiences or pathological family relationships.
"Along with low self-esteem comes fragile self-esteem. Such people are the most vulnerable to provocation."
Chang Ting stared at her as if she were a madman: "That's right, he couldn't stand the provocation. The first time you updated and exposed Xu Candong, he silenced Xu Candong.
"The second update was about Ai Ai, he attacked Ai Ai.
"This third update... who do you think he'll attack?"
Chen He smiled: "Me."
Chang Ting's forehead was flaming with anger: "Don't you know it very well? Xing Yao must have wanted to attack you a long time ago, but he didn't dare to do it because he saw the police coming to your house every few days!
“But if you draw it again, with him still as the protagonist, it will definitely exceed his tolerance limit.
"Whether it's panic or anger, all his emotions will be directed at you, so you're the next target!"
His voice was a little slippery with anger, "I'm telling you, Chen He, solving the case is the police's job, and you're not a police officer.
"The police will never put a civilian like you in danger just to solve a case."
He waved his hands so hard that a shadow was left. "No, then no. Listen to me, watch your pen and don't scribble! Zhang You, show me out."
Zhang You stood up: "Teacher Chen, please..."
Chen He sat as steady as a mountain. Zhang You scratched his head, at a loss for what to do.
Chen He ignored Zhang You and snorted at Chang Ting, "What right do you have to control whether I draw or not? Unless you take the comics off the shelves again. Certain departments are not under your control, right?"
Chang Ting's hands were shaking: "Don't be so arrogant..."
Chen He raised an eyebrow. "As a police force, can't you even protect the creative freedom and personal safety of a commoner like me?"
“…” Chang Ting was almost choking to death.
"Cooperating with the police is the duty of every citizen. Let me show off my skills again, Officer Chang." Chen He's tone suddenly became sincere.
She added seriously, "We are all doing this for Qiu Yue."
Chang Ting shut up, looked out the window, and remained silent for a long time.
Not long after, Chang Ting kept Zhang You in the hotel and borrowed several more personnel from the Lanzhou police.
At the request of the police, the hotel no longer arranged for other guests to stay on the floor where Chen He was staying.
Chang Ting still had a lot of things to do and couldn't stay here. Before leaving, he said to Zhang You: "If you make a mistake again this time..."
Zhang You said in a strong voice, "I'll bring my head with me!"
Chang Ting looked at his head with disdain: "What do I need your dog head for? If anything happens to Chen He, we will both take off our police uniforms together!"
Zhang You's face turned pale with fear. It wasn't easy for him to pass the exam, and he felt that the police uniform was more important than his brain.
In this way, cartoonist Chen Hehe worked in seclusion under the strict protection of the police.
With this treatment, Chen He felt that he had reached the peak of his career.
Before starting work, she called Song Zhou and told him that she would be in seclusion here to update her paintings.
Chen He found it difficult to explain and said with difficulty: "This is not easy to explain..."
"No need to explain." Song Zhou interrupted her, "I support whatever you do."
He didn't say anything, just told her not to overwork herself. He asked her for the hotel address and ordered a bunch of snacks.
Then he never disturbed Chen He again, but only sent her a message to remind her when it was time to go to bed.
But since he was out of reach and no one was watching him closely, Chen He agreed verbally but acted in disobedience.
In three days and three nights, without day or night, I finished the amount of painting that would normally take a week to complete.
After finishing the final touches, he sent the draft to Chang Ting for review without caring whether it was the middle of the night.
Chang Ting replied, "Wait a moment, let me see," and then there was no movement.
Chen He couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep unconsciously.
I slept deeply and darkly, and when I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
A message from Chang Ting floated on the completely silent phone.
There was only one emoticon: "ok." It had been sent not long ago.
"Officer Chang, why is your interrogation taking so long? Even slower than the editor..."
Chen He lay on the pillow, sent the drawing to Xiao Yuan, threw the tablet away, and got up to wash.
After washing up, I touched my phone, opened the comic platform and saw that it had already been published.
It was incredibly fast! Xiao Yuan's mouse must have been rubbing sparks.
The barrage and comment sections were like a summer rainstorm.
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