I could only stop in place and clench my fists, and find that I was so powerless, as if I couldn't do anything.

Along the way, Wen Yan slowly chatted about everything about Huang Younan and Luo Jingmei, but there were some temptations and speculations in his calm words.

Finally, Wen Yan helped Huang Younan back to his room. The chef's room is a private room, not luxurious, except for a simple wooden bed, in the middle, and directly opposite the bed is an old TV.

On the innermost wall is a set of wardrobes, and there is a washstand more than a meter in the doorway. The top and the third are each with a basin.

The quilt on the bed is blue striped and looks new, neatly stacked. Although the room is not big, it has good light, and when the big window is opened, you can see the scenery in the distance.

The green scenery is in full view. Such a beautiful view also adds an indescribable value to this cold room.

"It's a good place." After Wen Yan looked around, he spoke lightly.

I saw Huang Younan sitting on the edge of the bed, still wiping tears. He walked over to the table next to the TV, bent slightly, picked up the cup in front of him, and poured him a glass of water. Hand it to him.

"Drink some hot water."

Huang Younan didn't want to pay attention to it, but Wen Yan was very persistent, so he could only take it in the end. Holding it in his hand but not drinking, just staring blankly at the ripples in the cup.

It's as if the whole person is still immersed in pain. Wen Yan sat beside him, clasped his hands and placed them on his lap.

"If you feel really uncomfortable, you can say it."

Huang Younan smiled, "Can you feel good when you say it?" Can saying it bring Shizumi back to life? Scarlet eyes suddenly looked at Wen Yan. It was your dereliction of duty that killed Jingmei, and now that I'm dead when I enter the door, don't I even have the right to be sad? ”

As he spoke, Huang Younan's emotions began to get excited again. Wen Yan didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, as if waiting for him to vent all his emotions.

"You like Shizumi very much?"

Wen Yan's question caused Huang Younan to be even more angry. He stood up, big black and white eyes, as if they were about to be squeezed out.

"Shizumi is the favorite woman of my life...... Of course I like her. Or do you think that the sadness I am showing now is all fake? Or do you think I don't love her enough at all? ”

Wen Yan looked at Huang Younan and said slowly after a while. "I didn't mean that, why are you so excited?"

Huang Younan snorted coldly and looked at the man sitting on his bed with a pair of angry eyes. "You insult my feelings for Jingmei so much, shouldn't I be angry, shouldn't I be excited?"

"I really don't know what you policemen are eating? Guarding Jingmei every day to prevent her from being killed. But Jingmei is still under your noses, something happened, don't you think you are very incompetent? ”

"Also, now that Shizumi is dead, you, a fake policeman, have come to me to deny my feelings for Shizumi. I really don't understand, what is in the head of you cops? ”

In the face of Huang Younan's accusations, Wen Yan was not angry. A pair of clear eyes still stared at him.

It seems to use his shallow gaze to see through his heart. But Huang Younan's mentality in front of him was so good that he didn't show half of his feet from beginning to end. It's as if the painful emotion is too much too much, too little too little, and everything is just right.

"She committed suicide."

"Suicide?" Huang Younan's emotions suddenly got a little out of control. "How could she possibly kill herself? Our relationship has just stabilized, and I have promised her that I will go home with her when she successfully rehabilitates from drugs. ”

She was excitedly waiting for that day to come, and she was looking forward to the day when we could get married. How could she kill herself in such a situation? ”

Huang Younan didn't believe it at all, Luo Jingmei committed suicide, Wen Yan also nodded in agreement, his hands suddenly propped up on the bed, and fell backwards. He sighed calmly: "Yes? I also don't believe she committed suicide. ”

However, the autopsy report proved that she committed suicide. This case will soon be closed with suicide. So I want to ask you, why did Luo Jingmei commit suicide? ”

Huang Younan roared out again, and the whole person was in a state of madness. "There's no way she's going to kill herself, never will."

"You useless policemen, since you can't find the real culprit for Jingmei, then you can return her to me. I won't allow you to do any more harm to her. ”

Wen Yan ignored Huang Younan's request, but asked lightly: "Do you think she didn't commit suicide?" Is there any basis for this? Or you can tell me your doubts and speculations. Actually......"

After a pause, Wen Yan continued. "I also don't believe she committed suicide. So, want to find some clues from you. You're the closest person to Shizumi, and I think she'll tell you anything. ”

Huang Younan's red eyes looked at Wen Yan sarcastically. The corners of his mouth seemed to smack of mockery. "That's what you're sending me back today? You police can't find evidence and want to get started with me? Don't you think you police are ashamed? ”

"Sure enough, everyone is right, you are just a bunch of useless people who take taxpayers' money and eat and drink."

In the face of Huang Younan's anger, Wen Yan became more indifferent. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Oh?" He said as if he was surprised. "Original...... Do you see that gossip too? ”

Without waiting for Huang Younan to react, he continued happily. "Listen to Jingmei, the injury on your forehead is due to a kitchen accident. But looking at this injury, it doesn't seem to be injured by a kitchen knife. Can you tell us how you got hurt? ”

Wen Yan's clueless question made Huang Younan's brows furrowed tightly. He asked angrily and loudly, "Officer Wen, what exactly do you want to say?" ”

Wen Yan's originally indifferent smile suddenly disappeared. The whole person still maintains an idle attitude.

He didn't have any fear because the tall Huang Younan stood in front of him. He said slowly: "I want to say something, I thought you know, or I should say, in fact, I was waiting for you to give me an answer!" ”

Wen Yan's unhurried tone was as if he was chatting with someone, and there was no persecution in his eyebrows and eyes. just looked at the man in front of him seriously, even if he was well disguised, seeing the horror that flashed in the depths of his eyes, he still caught it keenly.