At the same time, the police raided Chen Jin's home in the Jiamei Mingyuan community across the wall.

However, Chen Jin is not at home at the moment.

Bo Jinyan stood in the middle of the living room, listening to An Yan describe the situation of the whole house to him. An Yan's description was very rough, without Jian Yao's aura and meticulous observation, and his voice was not good, but for Bo Jinyan, it was better than nothing.

This is a very well-decorated house. Nordic simple style, furniture and appliances are all bad. Clean and tidy, the study is full of professional books on finance and information. There is also a treadmill and fitness equipment in one room, showing the owner's industrious and self-disciplined life. In the wardrobe, the suits, leather shoes, and even the underwear are all washed and neatly folded.

At the head of the bed in the bedroom, there is an abstract painting with a butterfly pattern. The lines are very messy and showy, painted by an unknown artist.

In the locked cabinet in the bedroom, the police searched for ropes, paint, black clothing, and blood stains on the clothing. There is also a mobile phone with photos of the death scene of Nie Shijun and the homeless man. Nie Shijun only took about a dozen photos, and the homeless man probably took more than 100 photos from different angles because he had plenty of time.

In this regard, Bo Jinyan said to An Yan slowly: "Have you noticed that I am like standing in front of him and making his portrait?" Like seeing it with your own eyes? ”

An Yan: "...... Truly. ”

Bo Jinyan smiled faintly.

An Yan also smiled faintly. This person has always been a stinky fart, and after Jian Yao's arrival, this stinky fart nature has become more and more obvious. It's not like in the past year, when I occasionally stretched myself and pretended to be deep and introverted. An Yan thinks that this is very good, very good.

Seeing all this, the criminal police were in a cheerful and cold mood. After Shao Yong got the news from the front, he asked his superiors to issue an order to immediately search for Chen Jin throughout the city.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, Shi Peng has been running around with the police. Roughly hearing some bits and pieces, and seeing some clues, the whole person became shocked and silent. He never imagined that his friend would become a suspect in a serial murder case, and at this time, his heart fluctuated, and he thought about many things, so he became more and more silent.

Because he hadn't found Chen Jin yet, Fang Qing subconsciously always felt that something important had been omitted by him, and he was faintly uneasy. But because the scene was chaotic and busy, he just couldn't remember what it was.

At this time, Bo Jinyan walked to Shi Peng, who was being detained, and asked directly, "Where do you think Chen Jin is most likely now?" ”

Shi Peng's heart was also full of thoughts, and finally said: "Yuexi is with him, will it be dangerous?" ”

Bo Jinyan only replied: "It is possible." ”

Shi Peng gritted his teeth and said, "He rented a house for Yuexi in Guangbo Road New Village, which is on the side." I'm not sure if he's there with her right now. ”

The criminal policemen immediately dispatched, and Fang Qing suddenly patted his head: "Not good!" Jian Yao also said before that she went to Feng Yuexi's temporary residence! ”

Bo Jinyan originally looked indifferent, but when he heard this, he turned his head in his direction violently: "What did you say?" ”

Before Fang Qing could answer, his face had changed, and he stumbled around and turned to follow the criminal policemen.

——

Jian Yao put on her gloves and took two steps inside. Sunlight comes in through the window**, leaving a sparse shadow on everyone. She suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and when she turned around, she found that the door of the room was empty. Chen Jin didn't know where he went.

She turned around and ran out, but at this moment she heard a "bang" on the door, and someone grabbed the door and fled. When she ran to the living room, she immediately keenly noticed that Feng Yuexi's bag on the sofa was gone, and a pair of sneakers were missing at the door. She just wanted to chase after her, but someone came out of the kitchen, and his body covered most of the sun, so his face looked a little gloomy. He stood there so quietly, his suit off and only his shirt. The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows. In the slender hands of the financial expert, he holds a rope.

So familiar ropes.

Jian Yao stood in place, not moving, watching him approach step by step. There seemed to be a smile on his delicate face, and there seemed to be some sadness.

"Is it for love?" Jian Yao asked.

He was silent for a moment and replied, "Yes." ”

He had already walked a few steps away from her, but Jian Yao didn't seem to see it, she only stared at his eyes, and slowly spoke: "So, why butterflies?" ”

At this moment, he is the most obedient, gentle and brutal killer, and he answers all questions about her.

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere, and I've always dreamed of it, maybe it's a previous life. I've seen butterflies kill. ”

It seems that eighty percent of them are paranoid.

Jian Yao continued to ask calmly: "Last night, you suddenly committed the crime again and killed the homeless man because Feng Yuexi was called away by the police again for questioning...... What about those luxuries? Her eyes fell on the scattered things in the room.

Chen Jin suddenly smiled and replied, "Yes." ”

He had already walked in front of her, and compared to him at 175, Jian Yao was petite. He looked down at her, his gaze as dark as the twilight.

"Want to disguise yourself as a serial killer to mislead the police?" She asked.

He replied, "Yes." Am I well disguised? ”

Jian Yao stared at him with watery eyes, and said with a sigh: "However, you are already a serial killer." ”

Chen Jin was stunned.

It's like the scorching sun suddenly and mercilessly illuminating the dark night, like the surface of a river that has been frozen for a long time suddenly cracking. His eyes were evasive, and his expression was hideous, as if he had become another person.

I became the true self.

——

In the staircase, there was the sound of the rapid footsteps of the criminal police. In the elevator, another group of criminal police officers and Bo Jinyan went up anxiously.

Fang Qing's face was pale, although Jian Yao was good now, he had never faced a murderous serial killer alone. An Yan was also very anxious, and kept shaking the ten fingers of his hands repeatedly, and silently recited in his mouth: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, ......"

Bo Jinyan always stood in the corner of the elevator in extreme silence, holding his cane with both hands. The elevator door "ding" opened, and the criminal police were about to rush out, but the weakest criminal psychologist had blocked the door and was the first to rush out, reacting faster than anyone else.

Fang Qing and the criminal police were all shocked by his extraordinary speed, but of course they couldn't let a blind man rush to the front, exchanging a look, and everyone had already crossed him again, outflanking him in two directions, and instantly forced to the door.

To everyone's surprise, the door of 302 was hidden.

Fang Qing commanded the battle, listened carefully, and made a gesture. Two criminal policemen suddenly kicked in the door with guns and shouted: "Don't move!" ”

……

Several people rushed in from Bo Jinyan's side, but there was no expected sound of fighting or talking. Bo Jinyan had a calm face, and almost used all his strength to press the cane, pulled by An Yan, and also ran in.

An Yan: "......"

Bo Jinyan raised his head, his thin lips under his sunglasses pursed slightly, stood for a few seconds, and shouted directly: "Jian Yao, Jian Yao?" ”

At this time, it was sunset, and the suspect Chen Jin seemed to have been knocked unconscious, and the whole person fell to the ground, with a few traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his breathing was steady. The person who beat him was obviously a little ruthless, and half of his face was bruised. His hands were handcuffed to the iron railing of the window, and he couldn't fly even if he had wings.

Jian Yao stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, clasped her hands to her chest, leaned against the wall, and drank a glass of white water in her hand. A rope with a few hairs had fallen off, neatly folded on the table beside her. She originally looked faint, but when she saw everyone coming in, she only smiled and nodded slightly. And when Fang Qing and the others saw this scene, they all laughed. Fang Qing also walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

Then as soon as she looked up, she saw Bo Jinyan walking in.

He was the only one standing in the crowd on crutches, his face pale.

Jian Yao almost immediately put down the teacup and walked over.

His ears were also very good, and when he heard footsteps, he turned in her direction and slowly stretched out his hand. Jian Yao held his hand and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Don't worry, Jin Yan." This kind of unpopular serial killer can be handed over to me in the future. (To be continued.) )