For some reason, Ye Suling suddenly had a strange premonition in her heart. She felt as if she had predicted the contents of Li Hao's notebook——
One after another are sketches of myself, and the only one that is carefully colored is of myself in a wedding dress.
Although this premonition came out of nowhere, out of nowhere, and even startled him, when Li Hao finally reluctantly handed over the notebook, this sense of déjà vu became more and more obvious.
Wait, déjà vu?
Isn't this what the suspect has been emphasizing before?
Could it be that he wanted to use this incident to convince himself? Ye Sulin felt a little upset and turned the pages of the notebook faster.
Finally, dozens of lifelike sketches came into her sight, and almost every one of them was exactly what she remembered.
How is it possible?—Yet, it feels very natural.
She always felt that this was not the first time she had experienced a similar situation. Although there were indeed some differences in details, the overall framework of the matter had not changed.
So when she noticed the paintings in her notebook, she was neither overly surprised nor shy and angry. She just felt at ease that this was an anchor point that she would inevitably pass through on her destiny.
Ah, have I experienced today's events in advance somewhere?
Was that in a dream?
Her pupils became dilated again, and she stared straight at the album in her hand without saying a word.
At first, because of his guilty conscience, Li Hao lowered his head and did not dare to look at Ye Suling's expression and appearance. He was just like an obedient chicken, waiting for her to say something.
But after a long time, Ye Suling still didn't say a word, and didn't even change her posture. This made him feel a little strange. He quickly raised his head and glanced at the other party, only to find that her pupils had dilated to the point of being in a deep coma.
"Team Ye, Team Ye?"
Li Hao rushed to her side and shook her body gently. He was about to ask someone to send her to the emergency room when he saw Ye Suling regaining consciousness and turning around again, and said calmly:
"Li Hao, you go out first."
"Captain Ye, I'm very sorry, I..." Li Hao knew he was wrong and did not dare to defend himself.
"I'll be responsible here alone. You go out and see if there's anyone out there who needs help." Ye Suling handed the notebook back to the other party along with the sketch clipped in it.
"...Yes." Li Hao's face turned red and he did not dare to say another word. He picked up the notebook and fled from the interrogation room.
"He likes you." Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Zhang Ke said calmly.
"How did you know?" What Ye Suling was referring to was of course Zhang Ke's prediction and Li Hao's sketching for himself.
"You should have similar feelings to me. After all, judging from your expression just now, you were not surprised at all by the content in the album, as if you already knew it."
Zhang Ke said tentatively that he himself was not sure whether Ye Suling really had any memory of her past reincarnations, and even if she did, how much remained.
It's just that Zhang Ke really needs someone of his kind who can trust him and share this secret with him, even if the other person was thinking about sending him to jail just a moment ago.
"...Li Hao has a crush on me. I have been vaguely aware of it for a long time, so today's confirmation is not surprising."
Ye Suling frowned. As a criminal police officer with serious special cases, her rational thinking made her still unwilling to believe in the so-called "déjà vu" and "unforeseen events." Instead, she tried to find a reasonable answer - or an excuse:
"As for you, I'm afraid you have very good eyesight and excellent motion capture vision, so you secretly saw the trajectory of Li Hao's strokes and guessed what he was drawing me..."
When she said this, even Ye Suling herself felt a little unsure. Although she had indeed seen a master of dynamic vision who could deduce the approximate handwriting of others by looking at the trajectory of other people's writing, that was only limited to regular words.
Wanting to be able to see an entire painting through just the movement of the pen barrel was a strange feature that she had never seen before.
"Officer Ye, I'm afraid you don't even believe what you said." Zhang Ke pointed out the crux of the problem, "Even if I have excellent eyesight and can see the painting he is painting now, the picture of you wearing a wedding dress has already been
I've been drawing erotic pictures for a long time, but I never had the chance to see them."
"But, I hinted to you at the beginning - someone wants to talk about marriage with you, how do you explain it?"
"...Perhaps you have learned about this matter through other means."
At this point, even Ye Suling couldn't give a precise and reasonable hypothesis. She had to shake her head and raised the decibel level: "Zhang Ke, just honestly explain your own crimes and don't interfere in other people's affairs.
, let alone try to use any supernatural phenomena or reasons to excuse, confuse and cover up the guilt."
"I really don't remember what happened before the murder." Zhang Ke answered honestly, "The information about who I am was only remembered after I looked through my past diaries - I only remembered it after that.
, the memory that keeps going back and forth, this is the third time I have seen you, so I am so familiar with all the details in the interrogation."
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Zhang Ke quickly told the other party what happened in the previous reincarnations simply and concisely.
"Do you think you are writing a science fiction novel? Reincarnate in time and space, restart your destiny - this is a police station, not a novel serialization website. Do you want me to record all these contents in a notebook?"
"I'm also a sane adult. If I hadn't really experienced such a thing, how could I possibly think that something like this, which is almost like a fantasy legend, could really convince you?" Zhang Ke replied calmly, "More
Besides, didn’t you try it yourself just now?”
Zhang Ke stared into the other person's eyes without any hint of guilt in his gaze. Anyone with long-term interrogation experience could tell that either his acting skills were too superb or he had a clear conscience.
Ye Suling banged on the table while scolding Zhang Ke:
"Even if what you said is true, the various evidences you left at the murder scene are conclusive - apart from the physical traces of the deceased himself, there are only clues related to you in the entire room, and someone witnessed you entering the room before.
The deceased was at home and traveling with another victim, so it is not unfair to say that you are highly suspected!"
"Wait, what did you say about the other victim?"
When he heard the words from Ye Suling's mouth, the first half was quite clear, but the last sentence made him feel inexplicably strange...and chilly.
"Well... this is another case, but because there is no evidence at the scene that you directly acted, it is not as sufficient as the case of Xu Xiaoli's murder, so we haven't had time to interrogate it yet." Ye Suling raised her eyebrows and said:
"At around 1 o'clock this morning, a woman named Yuan Mengmeng was stabbed several times at the corner near the back door of Jixiang Community and was killed."