Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 82 You are quite attractive to him.
Overall, Lin Zhiyue is a very good neighbor.

They are quiet and don't make noise. They don't disturb you by showing up unannounced. If you happen to see them, they will help you carry things and even give you their paintings as gifts.

As someone who is somewhat introverted and doesn't like interacting with people, he opened the door and pretended to bump into people far too often.

They suspected that she was driven by some special ability to rush to the crime scene every time she went out, and that she would once again perform the scene of a divine intervention to save the victim, so they wanted to keep an eye on her.

He stared at her as if no one else was around. Tan Ming had seen that gaze when he arrived and suspected that he was not only special, but also a bit perverted.

"He just kept staring at you like that? Like a potential psychopathic killer."

As Tan Jia closed the door, he casually remarked, "Compared to him, I should be more like a murderer."

Tan Ming: "...Don't you really think his gaze is overly focused? It feels like he's the kind of dark stalker who observes even how many eyelashes you have, then goes back and paints them into pictures to keep as a keepsake. My mother used to treat quite a few autistic children like that."

"He's not really autistic, he's a visual thinker. Didn't I recommend two related books to Captain Zheng? Didn't you take a look? People like this like to observe the world visually."

"But he seems to only observe you."

"It's all thanks to you. He really wants to know how I miraculously appeared in the serial child murder case."

Tan Ming fell silent, sat down, and opened the "Aunt's Delicious Meal" he had brought, preparing to store each dish in the refrigerator for her.

Tan Jia went to wash the fruit and casually inquired about the follow-up to Huang Zhixuan's case.

"It's been several days, has the Haicheng police found any information about that mysterious fan?"

"No, the other party is like an eel on the internet. All the information they registered was fake, and they can't be found once they run away. However, after repeated interrogation of Huang Zhixuan, he admitted that someone led him down the path of money laundering, but that person was not involved in his revenge against Chen Anxun."

She asked curiously, "Didn't Huang Zhixuan reveal the other person's identity?"

Tan Ming shook his head when this was mentioned.

"That person was also using a fake identity; the name, age, and voice were all fake. I suspect that Huang Zhixuan came up with the idea of ​​creating a fake Qianqian because he realized what the other person was doing."

"Wow, so the real mastermind behind this is the one who can't be found."

The sound of the running water was turned off. She returned to the living room with a plate of fruit and said, "This matter involves a lot of people. Yesterday, I searched Qiu Chenxing's gay couple account, and Zhong Xiaoyang even posted an obituary on it to create a widower persona for himself. I must say, it's quite popular. However, his ex-boyfriend is not convinced and has been debunking it in the comments section. I guess there will be some trouble."

After speaking, I didn't hear Tan Ming's response. I went closer and found him staring at a painting in the living room.

That was a gift from Lin Zhiyue. It was a large picture depicting Tan Jia in a crowd. It was so realistic that you could imagine how she shone brightly in the bustling crowd of Jiuqu Village, catching Lin Zhiyue's eye at first glance.

Tan Ming turned around, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Jiajia, let me tell you, some victims are very similar to autistic individuals. They have cognitive problems and will persistently pursue a specific object, person, or environment that makes them feel at ease. For example, they might insist on eating from a red bowl and persist for years or even decades. Moreover, these people hate change. If their familiar things are moved, they will get angry. If they focus their attention on a certain person, that person may never be able to get rid of them."

Tan Jia tossed a cherry tomato into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "It's not that bad. He just wants to find out how I managed to appear out of nowhere."

"He's shamelessly living next door to you. Who knows, one day he might find you having a precognitive dream and be standing at your door in the middle of the night."

“I kept a small chainsaw at home,” she added, seeing Tan Ming’s shocked look. “Just kidding. Captain Zheng has spoken with his family, and it’s fine if he discovers my dream. His mental state is unstable. According to Captain Zheng, his bodyguard is also responsible for assessing his behavior. Apart from knowing my dream, he can’t do anything dangerous.”

Tan Ming, half-believing, said, "I hope that's the case."

But he felt that dreams and divine intervention might not be very attractive to Lin Zhiyue; on the contrary, Tan Jia was the person who attracted him more.

People who lack a sense of security are like they have an extra radar in their brains, and they are exceptionally gifted at finding people who provide a sense of security in a crowd.

After settling in the "auntie" and preparing a meal, and checking out the new house, Tan Ming rushed back to work.

Tan Jia escorted him downstairs. On her way back, she passed by Lin Zhiyue's house and, after thinking for a moment, knocked on the door.

The door opened with a sound, and Lin Zhiyue's face appeared behind the two burly men. After confirming that it was her, they slowly approached.

Tan Jia leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and looked at him: "Can you keep your eyes on the road when you walk?

Lin Zhiyue lowered his eyes for two seconds, then looked up at her quietly. He did this to everyone who came to visit, since someone else would speak for him anyway. The difference was that Tan Jia was the only one he could get this close to.

This time, however, the bodyguard didn't speak up for him, and Tan Jia didn't explain his purpose either; he just looked back.

After a while, he finally spoke hesitantly, "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, let's make a three-point agreement."

"……you say."

"Being neighbors is fine, but don't suddenly open the door, don't appear at my door, and don't follow me. If you need anything, send a message, call, or leave a note. You can observe me, but don't get too close. Got it?"

Seeing that he understood, Tan Jia nodded and prepared to leave.

“Tan Jia—” After taking two steps, Lin Zhiyue suddenly called out to her.

He seemed to have not called anyone by name in a long time, speaking softly as if he dared not pronounce the words too forcefully, with a hint of hesitation. If this were on the street, his voice would be so low that no one could hear him.

Tan Jia turned around: "What?"

"If you say thank you, I can help you sculpt dough..."

That's a really hard sentence to understand. But she just happened to understand it.

"My dough sculpting class has a fixed schedule. I'll contact you when I have time."

When will I be free? Lin Zhiyue stared at the closed door across the way, stood quietly for a while, and then pursed her lips before returning to her room.

His half-finished painting was still sitting in the living room. He sat back down in front of the easel, looked at the painting, mixed the colors again, and filled in the ends of the hair of the person in the painting.

—Upon closer inspection, the green at the ends of her hair is different; it should be darker at the hem. There's also a small mole on her collarbone.

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Should we still give her this painting? It might not be appropriate."

They are easily perceived as perverts.

Lin Zhiyue frowned as she looked at him.

Bodyguard: "The drawing looks like she's been observed with a magnifying glass for three days and three nights. She's likely to feel uncomfortable."

Lin Zhiyue's face darkened: "Why?"

"That mole is something most people wouldn't notice."

But he noticed it; he could see it at a glance. It's just that there's something wrong with his eyes.

He wanted to tear the painting down again, but the smiling face that had already taken shape in the painting just looked at him like that, and the ends of the wolf tail hair seemed to stick out of the painting paper and poke his skin, reminding him of the breath that fell on him when she suddenly approached him at her house that day.

—Tanja is someone who cannot observe things clearly by sight alone.

Unlike others, it was unremarkable and boring.

She was a brightly colored jellyfish that I had never seen before.

Tan Jia had no idea about the teenage boy next door's feelings. She had only moved out of her elders' house a few days ago and was still indulging in a period of revenge by eating, drinking, and having fun, playing video games until midnight.

As she yawned repeatedly, and the light from the computer screen seemed to dim, a subtle, inexplicable intuition welled up within her—

The next dream is coming.

A few minutes later, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)