Three months later

The summer wind, blowing gently, the morning light dewed slightly, the golden sun dyed a cloud red, faintly sprinkled on the river surface in the early morning, sparkling waves, flashing with the wind surging, bright and shaking, making people a little unable to open their eyes.

Chang An sat by the river, watching the rising sun slowly move its steps from the other side of the river little by little, she greeted the light, raised her head slightly, felt the river breeze, and felt the sun.

Not far away, there was a whistle of a cargo ship, which startled the birds perched on the trees and disturbed her original purity.

When she came back to her senses, it was nearly noon, and it was then that she realized that she was being baked by the scorching sun.

In August, N City, Ning County, the hot summer has arrived.

Chang An frowned slightly, raised his hand to hide the dazzling sunlight, as if it was baked by the hot sun, his brows deepened, and then he stroked her black hair quite irritably, and turned to leave.

She is always like this, every time she returns to Ning County, she always comes to sit by the river for a while, and sometimes, she sits for an afternoon, and her mind is focused. And her eyes are so far-reaching that others can't guess what she's thinking.

Ning County, where Chang'an was born, is a small county affiliated to N City, the place is not big, not as prosperous as the big city, and not as fast as its pace of life. Compared to N City, it is quiet and relaxed.

After leaving the riverside, Chang An took out his notebook from his bag, looked at the address left on it, and got into the No. 7 bus.

The bus winds around the winding mountain road, and the mountain trees are tall and verdant. As far as the eye can see, the mountains on the other side of the mountain seem to stretch endlessly.

In the afternoon, the sun is blazing.

Chang An got off the bus halfway up the mountain, walked along the road for more than ten minutes, and turned into a long path. The trees on both sides of the trail keep the scorching sun out and bring her a touch of coolness. The air smells of grass, refreshing and pleasant.

After walking for another ten minutes, she finally saw a house, a small villa with European architectural style. The turquoise creeper hung all over the wall, obscuring its original appearance, and only its staggered outline could be faintly discerned.

To tell the truth, there is only one house in this vicinity, standing alone in the middle of the mountain, with a feeling of independence and indisputability.

And today, Chang An will stand here because the teacher introduced her to a short-term job, the content is to help the other party sort out the information, what the specific information is, the teacher did not say clearly, Chang An only knew that it was about criminal psychology. The professional counterpart is in her own town, so she gladly accepted.

However, according to Mu Lao, that person is very picky, and most of the people who applied for the job before were also high-achieving students, and his professional ability was not bad, but he didn't fancy any of them.

So, Mu Lao introduced her to that person. Listening to the teacher's tone, it seems that he has a good relationship with that person, but I don't know how the teacher and him will know each other. With doubts, she knocked on the door of the villa.

What caught my eye was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in simple clothes, casual and casual, he was tall and thin, with a smile on his face, very easy-going, which made people feel very comfortable.

"Hello, I'm Lin Chang'an. ”

"Well, come on in. The young man leaned sideways and made a gesture of please.

Chang An walked in, and the decoration style inside was very simple, white, a little cold, and a little quiet. Her eyes swept lightly, there were several paintings hanging on the wall, very abstract, but not abrupt, and the tables and chairs in the living room seemed to be carefully placed by the owner, complementing each other.

The man washed his hands, made a cup of tea for Chang'an, and sat down across from her. When he approached Chang'an, she smelled the faint smell of perfume on the other party's body, mixed with a different smell, very light, but real.

The young man introduced himself with a smile: "Hello, my name is Zhao Jian." ”

"You're not the one who asked me to sort out the information, are you?" Chang An took a sip of tea and said suspiciously.

Zhao Jian raised his eyebrows and smiled, reached out and touched his sword eyebrows, and said with interest: "Oh?

"Intuition. Chang An's answer was simple and crisp. After all, the person in front of him, with his fireworks, is not like the kind of person who will be isolated from the world.

"Well, your instincts are accurate, and I really am not. Then Zhao Jian set up Erlang's legs, put his right hand on his knee, and naturally put his left hand on it. The tip of the index finger of his left hand tapped regularly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "The owner of this house is called Gu Li, and I am his friend." Your job is to help him organize the articles he writes, put them together, and then bind them into a book. ”

Chang An nodded, she generally knew the content of the work.

"Oh, by the way, how good is your English?"

"It's not bad, what's wrong?" Chang An replied truthfully.

"Most of his essays are in English manuscripts, so it's hard to put together, but if you have a good level of English, it's much easier because some of them need to be translated. ”

Chang An is still quite confident in her English level, although she majored in criminal psychology, but her English is also over eight.

"Then translate this manuscript first, see how good you are, and we will judge whether you are suitable for the job based on your level of translation. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Jian got up, took out paper and pen from the drawer on the side, handed them to Chang An, and added with a smile: "This article is not long, give you half an hour to translate." ”

"Good. ”

Chang An looked at the manuscript, the handwriting on it was vigorous and powerful, and it was neat and beautiful. But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to start writing, but read it all from top to bottom, and her brows gradually tightened.

About ten minutes later, Chang An didn't mean to start writing, Zhao Jian looked at his watch, and kindly reminded: "You only have half an hour, and there are still 19 minutes and 48 seconds left." ”

Chang An nodded in thanks, then picked up the pen and began to translate, "The deceased was brutalized to death, his limbs were cut off, his head was wounded, and his head injury was severe...... The fatal wound was a stab wound to the chest, with a depth of about 10 cm, and it was an instant death......"

Although she has seen many cases in books, followed teachers, and has been exposed to some real cases, this is also ...... Chang An looked at his translated article, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and shook his head slightly.

"Translated?" Zhao Jian's tone seemed to be a little surprised.

Chang An exhaled lightly and bowed slightly.

Zhao Jian took the manuscript she translated, glanced at it, the handwriting was beautiful, but it was quite suitable for her person, and then he spoke: "I'll show it to him, you sit down and rest first." ”

"Good. ”