The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 40 Red Scar
The so-called monitoring room is the bedroom where Lao Li lives. There is a computer inside connected to the camera outside.

Several people sat on slightly worn chairs, silent with each other, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Guo Yu frowned, his eyes sharp as he stared at the black-robed figure that flashed by on the surveillance screen, then turned his gaze to the camera at the door of the store.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

"Uncle, your surveillance equipment needs to be updated." He sighed helplessly, a hint of frustration and loss in his voice. "Do you remember the scene? What did that person look like?"

Old Li showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. He reached out and scratched his already thinning hair. His eyes revealed a hint of confusion and reminiscence. "Just like a normal person, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time."

Hearing this, Guo Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally tense shoulders relaxed a little.

Lao Li didn't mention that it was someone he knew, which meant that the person who came to print it was probably not manipulated by the media, but possibly the person himself -

Thinking of this, he took out the two pictures drawn by the portrait artist from his pocket and handed them to Lao Li: "Does this look familiar?"

Old Li took the drawings and looked at the two drawings carefully several times. His eyes wandered over the drawings, and his eyes were full of confusion.

After a while, he slowly shook his head, his voice low and slow: "It doesn't feel... quite like it."

Guo Yu frowned again, forming a deep "chuan" character. He turned his head and called the portrait artist to come forward and ask.

"Uncle, please think slowly. Is that person tall or short? Is he fat?" The portrait artist looked at him with a gentle smile on his face, but he had come out to eat and did not bring his painting supplies.

He opened the memo on his phone, combined with the video, and quickly slid his finger across the screen, sketching a simple front view of a person.

Old Li cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "The man was tall and thin, with a pink diamond earring on his left ear."

Guo Yu on the side raised his eyebrows.

Old Li picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and added, "It was precisely because the pink diamond was so conspicuous that I took a few more glances at it."

The portrait artist outlined the ear, emphasizing a pink diamond, and motioned for him to continue.

Old Li said helplessly, "He was wearing a lot of clothes at the time. As you know, the weather has turned cold. I didn't look too closely at the time. All my attention was focused on the diamond. How could I care so much?"

The portrait artist nodded and said, "Indeed, once you focus on one point, you will ignore the other parts."

"Do you still remember that person's eyes and facial features?" He asked, picking out the ones that could leave an impression on people. As he spoke, he showed Lao Li a series of pictures. Some of them were front-facing pictures of the same person, but the face had been slightly adjusted.

Old Li's eyes were dazzled and he shook his head: "I can't remember clearly."

The portrait artist asked, "Whose temperament here is closer to what you see?"

Old Li took his phone, looked at it for a long time, and said bitterly, "I really can't remember clearly. I feel like none of them look alike."

The portrait artist wanted to ask more questions, but Guo Yu pulled on his clothes, and the two of them walked out of the monitoring room tacitly.

After they left, Guo Yu leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Maybe that person is a medium who can influence a person's mind. It's possible that he can't remember clearly. Continuing to ask might just backfire."

The portrait artist was a little unwilling and asked, "Is this the end of the clue? He also installed a camera up there. What else can it capture besides his head?" Guo Yu smoothed his back, walked into the house, and stared into Lao Li's eyes. "Lao Li, don't be so anxious. Think about whether there is anything else about that person that is different from ordinary people."

Old Li's eyes dodged, and he said hesitantly: "I really can't remember..."

Guo Yu lowered his head and sighed, his voice full of disappointment, "Okay!"

He turned around and said quietly, "But this note came from you. I think some colleagues might come and ask about it again. Who knows, within a couple of days, everyone around you might think you've done something wrong... After all, most people are just going to make up stories."

Having said that, he took the three of them out.

"I really don't know anything." Old Li lowered his head, looking a little struggling.

When Guo Yu was about to step out of the room, Lao Li suddenly called him.

"I remember now," Lao Li said, "there's a red scar on the back of his left hand. It looks like it's been there for a while."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Lao Li felt a little nervous. He swallowed and said, "I handed him the printed paper. When he took it, his sleeve slipped down. I saw it."

He gestured to the approximate location of the scar, which ran from the base of his index finger to his wrist, and said, "It's a bit like I got cut by a knife before."

"Oh?" Guo Yu turned around, frowned, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me something so important just now?"

Old Li had a bitter smile on his face, a smile that was tinged with helplessness and regret. "Judging from your appearances, that person must be trying to go against you. I'm just a small shop owner. How can I get involved in a fight between you big guys?"

"What if he finds out that his information leaked out from me and turns against me?"

Guo Yu looked at him and sighed: "Why are you talking about it now?"

Lao Li said, "I was too superficial before. If you really sent a colleague to ask, even if I didn't say anything, he might think I did and kill me to silence me..."

Guo Yu said: "The police station will send people to protect you. If you are worried, you can stay at the police station until the case is over."

Old Li said, "It's always the case that a thief can steal for a thousand days, so why should we be on guard against thieves for a thousand days? Besides, if I go, what will happen to my wife and son?"

Guo Yu remained silent. He understood Lao Li's concerns, but he couldn't come up with a better solution for the time being.

Old Li urged them to leave. "Let's go, let's go. I've told you everything I know. There's really nothing more to say. If you leave sooner, I, an old man, will feel more at ease."

"Who are we going to find now?"

The portrait artist sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and asked Guo Yu, "Or should we take Fu Yuan for a physical examination first? I was quite worried when I saw her like that before."

Guo Yu sat in the driver's seat, his elbows on the steering wheel, and wiped his face twice: "Do you have a feeling that we have always been led by each other, and that everything about the other party seems to be done with ease... It gives you a headache."

Fu Yuan wanted to say something, but Wang Fugui pulled her back.

Guo Yu looked at Wang Fugui through the rearview mirror and said, "Let's send her for a physical examination first, and check myself as well."

　Any guesses? ()
　
(End of this chapter)