when the moon whispers

Chapter 482 Rose-Hanging Painting (Part )

Case Seven Rose
Three paintings (Part 2)
The suburban prison shuttle waits for no one.

Jiang Mo's "hitchhiker" drove a long way with his foot on the accelerator, and steadily sent the female police officer who had delayed her after-get off work schedule due to her impulsive questioning back to the city. Then he parked the car solemnly and got out of the car. He handed the girl to the arms of the policewoman's boyfriend who was on a date with her. Only then did Jiang Mo "retire" and stagger back to the door of the convenience store where he parked temporarily. He glanced at the time on the clock on the wall of the convenience store through the bright and transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, leaned against the car door to enjoy the breeze, hesitated for a while, and finally sent a concise text message to Gu Xing to report without thinking. Then Qing waited for her master to call her on the phone in less than half a minute.

Liang Ji's secretary Li Li is suspected to have a close relationship with Wang Youjin, a former gangster and current inmate who used to be in the same cell with Cheng Ye. It is actually not difficult to sort out the matter.

Gu Xing was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone. He was still in the Municipal Bureau, probably lying on Director Zhu's folding spring bed in the small building in the backyard, waiting for Zhu Si, who was temporarily out to handle a sudden death case, to get off work together. He fidgeted a little, and the creaking sound of the spring bed drilled into Jiang Mo's ears along with the electric current signal.

Gu Xing sighed, and the sound of his sigh fell heavily on the microphone. He first said to Jiang Mo lightly, "It's not in accordance with the rules and not inappropriate at the right time." Then he rubbed his lighter with a "click, click" sound and asked in return with a hum: "If you had only heard of this little "secret" relationship, you wouldn't have been so anxious to call me... and you wouldn't have cheated the comrade at the window to get anything out of it?"

"...I learned to cheat from you." Jiang Mo replied neatly, then turned around and listened to Gu Xing's hoarse "warning" on the other end of the phone. He cleared his throat and finished his words seriously: "It's not a scam, it's just a casual conversation, not even mentioning names - but it's just a coincidence that the colleague who handled the formalities was not at the window more than two or three years ago. She was a prison guard in the cell, responsible for administrative files. She probably went through all the things that happened to 'Python' several times."

"I have actually heard of the name 'Python'."

Gu Xing had obviously already put a cigarette in his mouth. He took two puffs before he suddenly remembered that he was now in the territory of Director Zhu, who had ordered him to quit smoking. He rushed to the window sill in his leather shoes, mumbling something. His voice was blown away by the wind that suddenly blew into the room: "...This guy has been in Sheng'an for many years. It is said that he is very close to Zheng Yun's group. I haven't done any research on what gang or faction he belongs to. I know that this guy is about the same age as me, and he is quite troubled. When he got into trouble before, he had Li Qiming's help. Now that Li Qiming is in trouble, I guess all the cases on his head will be turned out...hiss - the files that can reach the prison basically don't have too many controversial points...what's the situation with this Wang Youjin?"

"It's not controversial, but I do have a criminal record, so I'm a little - concerned."

Jiang Mo wrinkled his nose and exhaled slowly.

"That old neighborhood of Fengnan Normal University. When they first started demolishing and renovating it, wasn't there an incident where an excavator overturned a fence and killed someone? That's the case that Officer Wei has been investigating."

"I know, the one that Wei Qisheng is worried about... It was a big deal at the time, but because it involved the development of Fengnan District, Lao Gao knew there was something fishy going on. Wei Qisheng refused to believe it and insisted on investigating it openly." Gu Xing paused for a few seconds before joining in. He stopped talking in a suppressed voice, and his breathing suddenly stagnated. "The person who was driving the excavator at the time--"

"The person who was driving the excavator and caused the accident was Wang Youjin."

Jiang Mo rolled up the tip of his tongue and swept it across the back of his molars, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The person who paid the fine for Wang Youjin and signed the bail was Li Li."

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The holiday is not even halfway through and the floor where the DRG base training room is located is completely empty.

Shao Jie was too lazy to turn on the lights. He sat curled up in front of the slightly dazzling computer screen, holding his mobile phone. He tilted his head and quietly looked at the dim light of the street lamp outside the terrace window.

He was in a daze for about half an hour, stretched himself and held the phone in front of him again, and "filled with righteous indignation" typed a few crying emojis in the chat box with Officer Jiang, just to express his dissatisfaction with being stood up before the appointment. After complaining, he picked up the little bit of virtuous concern that he had put aside for the time being, and reminded Jiang Mo to drive carefully and remember to eat.

Officer Jiang probably felt a little guilty, so he ended a casual conversation with a voice message, accompanied by an emoticon that was most likely sent at a traffic light. He coaxed Shao Jie with a few words and a half in a gentle voice like coercing a child, and then left a half-sentence of concern with a combination of "coercion and inducement": "Although I still owe you the meal, you should not just remind me, remember to eat. Next time Manager Xu sends me a message or calls me to complain about you having a stomachache... you should think about what to do then." Shao Jie smiled silently.

He didn't mind Officer Jiang's repeated debts - it would be better to say that he more or less liked it, and it would be better if this "debt of love" was dragged on again and again, and it would be better if it could be dragged on for three to five years without being over, so that Jiang Mo wouldn't have to back down every now and then.

However, since Officer Jiang had spoken personally, Shao Jie didn't waste any more time procrastinating out of boredom.

He raised his hand to quit the ranking match which would last at least ten minutes, and in passing, he typed a few subtitles about going out to eat before closing the "three-no live broadcast room" where he was idle for a long time. Wearing rabbit-ear slippers, he slowly strolled from the training room to the restaurant on the dormitory floor, rummaging through the drawers and was about to cook himself a pot of ramen with extra ingredients - the flames from the stove were just about to warm the bottom of the pot when he heard a flurry of footsteps in the corridor, accompanied by Manager Xu's low call to remind him to handle the pot with care and avoid bumps.

"Hey, Master, be careful! I'm afraid the frame might get damaged!"

Shao Jie looked down at the soup pot that was still a while away from boiling, leaned over and poked his head out of the restaurant: "...Manager Xu? Did you buy a painting?"

"I saw the news of the auction earlier, so I bought it. It was a private act. I didn't embezzle the club's money."

Xu Muyang called Shao Jie and led the painting hanger to the wall at the end of the corridor. Then he dusted off the dust on his body and let the painting hanger hang the picture frame on the wall of the corridor freely. "I heard Wen Xi say that they were going to the secret room. You didn't go with them?"

"It seems like a horror chamber. It's too dark. I'm scared."

Shao Jie was fragile but self-righteous. He stretched his neck and stared at the auction painting covered with cloth with interest: "Why do you bring private paintings to the base? Wouldn't it be more troublesome to move it home after hanging it?"

"I was going to give it to Liang Ji. He seems to like this painter's work very much. I don't understand much, and I just admired it superficially." Xu Muyang looked at the wall where the painting was nailed, wrinkled his face, put his hands on his hips and pouted, "We just had a quarrel. If they can reconcile, let him come and get it himself. If not, hang it here - I'm afraid it will make me angry again if I leave it at home, so it's better to put it here... Don't waste my money."

Xu Muyang grumbled angrily, sent the painting master away, and then walked to the painting. He stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and removed the dust cloth hanging on the upper edge of the frame. He turned around and glanced at Shao Jie: "How is it? Shao - Shao Jie?! What's wrong with you?"

Shao Jie glanced at the bright scarlet on the canvas, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He couldn't hear clearly what Xu Muyang was saying. He just watched her lips opening and closing more and more rapidly, his breath choking in his throat.

"No... ahem - it's okay."

Shao Jie almost fell to the ground with weak legs. He leaned on the back of the restaurant chair to relax for a long time. Then he looked over Xu Muyang's shoulder, which he had stepped forward at a loss, and looked in disbelief at the oil painting that she had hastily re-painted.

"I recognize this painting...the girl...and the rose."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"At that time, I only remember going deep into the mountains, and how many times Qingxi River reached Yunlin."