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"What do you mean!" Xiao Sun looked at the policeman angrily.

"I was just saying casually, don't mind, don't mind." Seeing that Xiao Sun was angry, the policeman quickly apologized.

In terms of emotion and reason, in terms of status and background, he should not quarrel with Xiao Sun.

"Xiao Sun, Satan is a good boy." Wang Ju patted Xiao Sun on the shoulder: "But are you a little too protective of him?"

"Wang Ju, don't you believe him too?" Xiao Sun frowned.

"No, no, no, it's not that I don't believe him." Wang Ju explained calmly: "The paintings we saw only described the corpses that day. Maybe you are right. If I see the fallen person stand up, I won’t go back and pay too much attention to it, but have you ever thought about what if what Satan saw happened to be that person falling for the last time?”

"That situation..." Xiao Sun subconsciously wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say in the middle of the sentence. Indeed, the situation Wang Ju mentioned was very possible.

"And, in other words, as painters, as artists, the perspective is different from ordinary people? This does not mean that they are not good. In fact, this is their extraordinary talent. Are you right?"

Director Wang's words actually meant the same thing as what the policeman said, but after Director Wang processed it, it sounded much more acceptable.

"But why did he specially send the painting here?" Xiao Sun still didn't want to give up: "If he just saw dead people, there was no need for him to send the painting here. In fact, I would visit him every few days, and he completely You can give it to me when I go."

"He may be afraid that the police haven't noticed this case yet." Director Wang thought for a while and added: "Maybe he just wants to see you, so he just found an excuse."

"Meet me?" Xiao Sun's face turned red for some reason, and he hesitated, "Why is he meeting me? He and I are just ordinary friends."

"Ordinary friends can't meet each other?" Wang Ju smiled: "Okay, I don't think there is any need to study this matter in detail. Although I don't dare to believe the judgment made by the person named Zhu, the facts are not other Explained, what do you think?”

"You're right." Xiao Li pondered for a moment and had to nod.

After all, this winter has been much colder than in previous years, so the occasional incident like this is completely expected.

"Oh, by the way, who did the deceased drink with? How much did he drink? Was he persuaded to drink?" Wang Ju asked casually.

If you are persuaded to drink a lot, you can hold the people at the same table responsible.

"Three bottles of beer. I heard that I drank them with a person named Xue Mo. It seems that you have met this person before." The policeman recalled it.

"Blood ink?"

"Blood ink!"

Wang Ju and Xiao Sun spoke out at the same time.

"If you drink it with Xue Mo..." Xiao Sun looked at Wang Ju hesitantly.

"I think this matter needs to be investigated carefully." Wang Ju helped Xiao Sun complete the second half of the sentence.

"Alas." They both sighed at the same time.

Is this blood ink... good or bad? Is it a chess piece or a chess player?

…

Heart Pavilion Consultation, in the locker room.

"Dong Peng." The man wearing a blue mask looked at Dong Peng with a smile: "How is it? Does it feel good to be a psychological counselor?"

"Well..." Dong Peng, who was wearing a black mask, pondered for a moment and nodded: "There are many things that cannot be solved, and there are also many times that make me sad, but overall, I feel really good, especially The sense of accomplishment after helping people is really fascinating.”

"It's great that you think so." Blue Mask smiled: "This shows that you really feel something in it, rather than just going through the motions."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Ning Xin."

"No need to thank me, this is the reward you deserve." The blue mask smiled again, but then suddenly lowered his head: "Dong Peng, although I am sorry, but... Xinge Consulting will probably close its doors."

"Why?" Dong Peng frowned: "Is it because of funding issues? Or because of business volume? If it is because of funding issues, here..."

"Shh." Blue Mask interrupted him: "No, it's just that the meaning of its existence has ended."

"Is it over?" Dong Peng couldn't understand: "But there are still many people who need help. Not to mention these current customers, well-known companies will be stationed in Chixin City in the future. More and more people will need us and you. Why did it end?"

"Dong Peng, the consulting room is just a facade for consultants. What I'm saying is that the meaning of the consulting room is over, not that the meaning for you and me is over." The blue mask said unhurriedly.

"But why not keep it? It's easier for people to find it if it has a front, isn't it?" Dong Peng was a little anxious. This place meant a lot to him.

"Why do you want to be discovered?" Blue Mask smiled and stood up: "I'm leaving first. In three months, we will have the last consultation in the consulting room."

After saying that, the blue mask disappeared at the end of the corridor without looking back.

…

"Master, your brother is here to see you." A woman's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Master, let me see if you have grown taller." A thin boy about 1.7 meters tall followed the woman and walked in.

"Sister!" Shishi, who was playing with Tiantian, rushed out of the bedroom door and shouted Tiantian.

"Shishi, you can't call me sister anymore, you have to call me brother!" The woman "educated" him seriously. Although it was education, it was mostly for the boy to see, and she didn't really scold Shishi.

"It's okay, auntie. After all, I've called her that for several years. It's hard to change." The boy didn't mind: "Besides, this is an old tradition in the village. I'm used to it."

"That's right." The woman also smiled: "Give Shishi some time and let her change slowly."

"Okay." The boy nodded good-temperedly and hugged Shishi: "Shishi, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Yes, sister, sister, have you brought me some delicious food~" Shishi probably has a good relationship with the boy. She nestled in the boy's arms and acted coquettishly: "Shishi wants a lot of delicious food~"

"Yes, yes, all yours." The boy pointed to a bag of snacks at the door and scratched Shishi's little nose with his hand: "Little greedy cat!"

"Hehehe." Shishi kissed the boy: "Sister is the best!"

"Okay, get off your brother!" The woman reached out and took Shishi over and put her on the ground: "Only your brother doesn't mind you being heavy. I don't want to hug you at all."