Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 48 The Ungrateful Wolf 5
Visual thinkers understand the world and communicate with others through sight.

Most people are language thinkers, more easily influenced by written words, and can appreciate the emotions conveyed by the text. They can remember learning content by memorizing keywords and repeatedly memorizing words.

Visual thinkers are different. They cannot sense words and need to transform them into specific scenes in their minds. Therefore, they are slow to react to jokes and puns, and they cannot understand words that cannot be used to create a real scene, such as algebra. However, they are very strong in spatial and three-dimensional subjects.

Because they cannot memorize key points through the association of words, they are easily diagnosed with intellectual disability or autism during their learning period.

When Lin Zhiyue was being abused, his visual memory ability may have become more prominent due to the brain's protective mechanism. As a result of post-traumatic stress disorder, he dislikes being approached by others and does not like to communicate with people—like autism. Over time, he became almost like a natural visual thinker, and drawing became his way of perceiving and describing the world.

Tan Jia briefly explained the concept to them: "The eyes of this type of person are like a camera, finding differences between two pictures. He can store all the differences just by looking at them twice. But the images he remembers are difficult to explain by answering our questions, and there's an agent watching to prevent us from asking too many questions, so it's better to let him ask us questions."

Zheng Yan stared, trying to process the concept.

Officer An was much more direct: "What's the point of this? Will finding a way to communicate with him get him to reveal more clues?"

“Who knows? We came all this way to see him, just hoping he would say more?” Tan Jia retorted. “As for whether there will be any new clues, I can’t guarantee it. I’m just expressing my doubts and suggestions; whether you listen or not is up to you.”

Like her hairstyle, she is unaffected by others' opinions, says what she should say, does what she should do, and then leaves the rest to fate.

Zheng Yan was still thinking when Officer An stared at her slightly narrow eyes for a few seconds and said, "Then let's give it a try."

They returned to the living room sofa and spoke softly to the person involved, "This document is complete; we have no further questions. Do you have any questions for us?"

As they left, Lin Zhiyue moved the painting from the French windows over and was now painting the next maple leaf, oblivious to everyone else.

After listening to them, he didn't react for a long time.

Tan Jia glanced at his palette and thought that this man's color mixing skills were a bit better than hers. If she could get him to help mix the colors for the dough, her dough sculpting career should be able to take another step forward.

"How is that child's mental state?" Lin Zhiyue suddenly asked, her hands still drawing.

Officer An immediately replied, "Fortunately, before we came to see you, he was already able to try to fall asleep with his parents by his side."

The paintbrush suddenly snapped, ruining the curled maple leaf.

Looking down at the flaw, Lin Zhiyue suddenly tore the paper in half, lifted it up, and the easel fell over with a "bang".

It was so sudden. They felt a chill run down their spines and wanted to say something, but the agent raised a finger to indicate that it was best not to speak.

Everyone fell silent, and a quiet atmosphere permeated the spacious, empty living room.

Tan Jia didn't understand why he was inexplicably angry, since the other survivor was in better mental condition than him.

Just then, Lin Zhiyue's gaze suddenly fell on her, his face indifferent, but his eyes serious and full of weight.

"Why did you save him so quickly?" he asked.

The agent frowned at her, probably wanting her to think it over before answering.

Tan Jia didn't think the question needed much consideration. He didn't answer why, he just answered whether it was fast or not.

"It wasn't fast. If I had arrived any later, he would have suffocated."

Sigh, thinking about it this way, the murderer did speed up the killing this time. What made him abandon longer torture and speed up the murder?

Did Zhu Muyang and Yu Dong do or say something that fueled the killer's rage? Or was the killer simply unable to find a suitable place to imprison them?

After a moment of distraction, Tan Jia quickly snapped back to reality and looked at Lin Zhiyue again.

He was still staring at her.

It was as if he was confirming whether she was telling the truth, and what deeper meaning lay behind her words.

Then he asked, "Why did you save him?"

"Hmm? Maybe my upbringing included being helpful?"

"What if it were me?" "Of course I would save them too," she answered without hesitation.

Only after answering did he realize a subtle emotion. Was Lin Zhiyue still resentful about the predicament he had to escape from eleven years ago with no one to help him?
But in her view, self-rescue is far more important than the desire to be rescued.

Tan Jia's suspicious gaze lingered on his face, but Lin Zhiyue's expression remained calm. After a few seconds of eye contact with her, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.

The easel and torn drawing paper were still scattered at his feet, but he seemed not to see them and began to drift off into thought again.

Although he was sitting in the same space, he felt like an isolated island far from the coastline—an island that, though silent, seemed to yearn for every passing ship to throw him an anchor.

"Do you have any other questions?" Tan Jia reminded them that the case was still under investigation.

Lin Zhiyue poked and moved: "Did the murderer blindfold them?"

We're finally back to the case.

Zheng Yan answered the question on their behalf: "No, it was the middle of the night, and he couldn't see the murderer's face without his eyes covered. But their mouths were gagged."

“Not like me.” His pale lips tightened.

Officer An understood what he meant: "The scenarios you encountered were different. They weren't taken to the killer's 'safe house,' but were tortured on-site before being killed to silence them. So, gagging them was more important than blindfolding them."

“Hmm,” Lin Zhiyue picked up the photo that had been placed on the table earlier, “The murderer must have hated them, he couldn’t even listen to their favorite screams and apologies for more than a few minutes.”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to the deceased's feet and head in the photo, staring at them intently.

Zheng Yan immediately asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Their hands and mouths were more severely injured."

"what do you mean?"

"The killer preferred to kick our heads and smash our feet."

Officer An recalled the statements and investigations from eleven years ago, when the bodies of five children were unearthed. However, based on the number of missing children in the area, the number of victims was likely more than six or seven.

At the time, the bodies were covered in wounds of similar severity, and they did not conclude that "the killer preferred to torture the victims' heads and feet."

If the killer's preference is indeed true, then what makes this crime different is that something special must have happened.

Indeed, the victim's perspective reveals more details than the investigator's perspective.

Zheng Yan had already figured out a direction for the investigation and couldn't wait to go back and try it out.

He stood up and said to Lin Zhiyue, "We understand. Thank you for your help. We will let you know once we find the murderer."

Lin Zhiyue had nothing to say to his guests, so he calmly put down the photos and watched them get up and leave.

Then the girl with fluffy hair turned around.

"Could you tell me the color ratio for the latest maple leaf? I'm learning dough sculpting, and I can't seem to get that color right when I'm mixing the colors for my dough."

Tan Jia pointed to the torn drawing paper, the newest maple leaf right next to Lin Zhiyue's slippers.

He was taken aback, seemingly never having seen a guest so naturally ask for local specialties as they left his house.

Others would only make a careful not to make a sound when leaving, exchanging glances to understand his abnormality.

He was unusually puzzled, but amidst the hesitation of the others, he still drew a color mixing diagram and gave it to her.

Tan Jia said thank you, pocketed the small painting, and left happily.

(End of this chapter)