This kind of news is very hidden, and not many people should know about it.

If it leaks out, there is only one possibility.

That is to divert attention and make people focus on Professor Lin's death.

If it was really he who killed.

What's in it for the killer?

She thought about it, knocked on her brain, and felt that her IQ was really not enough, and she couldn't guess what the reason was.

But the police haven't come out yet, is she too anxious?

She thought too much, her mind was cluttered and chaotic, and after yawning, the tiredness seemed to come in waves, and after yawning two or three times in a row, she finally couldn't help but fall asleep.

When Yuchen returned, it was already dark outside.

There was a warm yellow light in the kitchen, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Anxia on the sofa.

She was already asleep, her eyes closed, her face calm and beautiful, her head little by little, curled up on the couch.

He was looking at the table, the food was already cold, the smell had disappeared, but he could see that the person who prepared it was very careful, and basically those dishes were his favorite dishes.

Rubbing his eyebrows tiredly, there were too many things to deal with at the funeral and the police station, and it was already this point when he was done.

Walked over the sofa, intending to carry Anxia back to the room.

An Xia was very vigilant, she had already woken up before he got close, Yu Chen was slightly surprised, she rarely had this situation when she was asleep before.

An Xia didn't know Yu Chen's thoughts, she just felt a gaze inexplicably, as long as she sensitively found people's eyes, she could quickly wake up, this was a method she forced herself during this time.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Yuchen.

"You're back." She smiled.

Yu Chen put down his thoughts for the time being, and walked towards An Xia with the same smile.

"Did I wake you up?"

An Xia looked outside, it was already so late.

"It's okay, I haven't slept at this time, but you're busy with the professor's work." The professor's death was not only a blow to Yan Yu, but also to Yu Chen.

It's just that he's too good at reining in his emotions, making it hard for people to spot.

Yu Chen said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine." ”

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward and hugged Anxia with both hands, feeling her body temperature.

An Xia was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, at first she was stiff and didn't dare to move, but after getting used to it, she relaxed, hugged him back with both hands, the heavy weight pressed on her shoulders, and Yuchen leaned on her as if she had found a place to rest.

She kept doing this and didn't say anything.

"I sometimes wonder if the teacher will be killed because of me." His hoarse voice suddenly sounded in An Xia's ears, and An Xia pushed Yu Chen away.

"You didn't kill the professor, and the results haven't come out yet, in case ......"

This in case Anxia can't go on.

As long as anyone with a brain can see that the result of his murder is worse than suicide, but because of the secret room, he can't find a way to kill.

After all, the professor has gained fame and fortune and has his own pursuits, so he doesn't look like a person who will commit suicide.

Yu Chen shook his head, the things in it were too complicated, An Xia didn't understand, and Yu Chen didn't want her to get involved.

"Oh, by the way, I saw the professor's ex-wife on TV before, isn't it too much for these media reporters to attack people before they have any conclusions!"

"She's not as weak as you think." Yu Chen's originally heavy heart couldn't help but want to laugh after hearing this.

"And some of the reporters interviewed are actually right, when she and the teacher divorced, the teacher did leave the house, and the teacher has been living in the school since then, until now." However, the teacher is indeed obsessed with academics and is not interested in things outside the body, and after the divorce, a person no longer has to worry about it, and the whole family is not hungry when one person eats enough.

"Is it true or false that the TV said that she still had contact with Professor Lin after the divorce?" An Xia tilted her head curiously.

"I don't know."

This is the teacher's private matter, and he really doesn't know about it.

"By the way, I made you dinner, you shouldn't have eaten it yet, I'll warm it up for you now......"

She thought of the table in her head, and when she stood up, she wanted to go that way.

The next second, Yu Chen took her hand.

"No need, I've been on the plane for so long, let's go and rest early, I've already eaten when I come back."

Yuchen said so, and An Xia had to go to bed obediently.

Lying on her own bed, although it is only today's time, it seems that half a year has passed, but her own room, she is no stranger at all.

It would take a few days for the results of the police station, and before that, Yuchen was still busy.

Yuchen wondered who he had seen in the days before the teacher left.

But when Yang An's information came out, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Without him, in those days, the teacher who has never been good at going out to communicate actually rarely went out every day, and the reason why he went out every day was because he was so rare that the doorman was particularly impressed by him, and the clue was almost broken when he arrived here.

No one knows exactly where he went or what he did.

"The doorman said that although the professor looked no different from usual, he could tell that he was actually in a good mood."

Yang An recalled asking this morning and repeated the guard's words.

"Can you bring up the surveillance?"

"The surveillance has already been checked, and the intersection where the professor drove is exactly the corner of the surveillance is a dead end, and almost no one knows what direction he went, and even the police are helpless now."

The professor's case is not a trivial matter.

On the contrary, these policemen are the ones who are most eager to solve the case quickly, and they also have a lot of pressure, but they don't have to worry about their lack of attention.

"Well, I see, you can get out."

After Yang An left, he called Yan Yu.

"Senior brother."

Yan Yu's voice was not good, a heavy and hoarse feeling.

"That day, when the teacher called you, did he say who the person he was going to meet was, who was the last person in the legend?"

"No, the teacher is just very excited, even through the phone, you can hear that he is really happy to be able to find this time, but then he inexplicably told me that he was fake, and he was very angry, and you know what happened after that."

After that, there was no then.

"Why didn't you ask in more detail?" It's not like Yan Yu's answer at all, who usually likes to ask.

"Actually, I was also skeptical at that time, and I just kept telling me that it was possible, but I thought it was more likely, but it was not good to see the teacher so excited."

It wasn't until I hung up the phone and remembered what he said that I realized that maybe they were really lucky this time.

"Senior brother, do you think the teacher's death has anything to do with this matter?"

After thinking about it, he felt that this possibility was of a relatively large nature.

But when the police asked, he didn't say anything.

"Not necessarily, there are too many factors, and it may have nothing to do with this, and it depends on the autopsy report to be determined."

"That being said, I still can't trust those people." Who knows if they will slack off?

"There's no better way to do it right now." Although he can take advantage of the convenience to know things that most ordinary people don't know, this is not Mozhou, and no matter what he wants to do, he must follow the regulations here.

Therefore, there are still many inconveniences.

"I'll see when their results come in." Yu Chen pondered for a moment and said, "Has the funeral list been drawn up?" ”

"Hmm."

Speaking of this, Yan Yu couldn't help but be depressed again, and he lost his previous momentum.

"My wife called me before and said that she would also attend my teacher's funeral."

"Well, don't bother with what she wants to do."

No matter how shrewd she is, the teacher is no longer there, so naturally no one will let her take what she wants.

"Senior brother, I had a bit of an unpleasant quarrel with my sister-in-law some time ago, you can help me apologize to my sister-in-law." Yan Yu was a little embarrassed.

He had no thoughts about Ansha.

The important thing is that for the sake of Anxia, Yuchen has turned against his grandfather.

Because of this, he rejected Anxia so much.

Now his mind has not changed, but the superficial effort is still needed, after all, this time is enough for him to understand how much Yu Chen likes Anxia.

"If you want to apologize, you can go yourself." Yu Chen's voice sank, "I won't help you, even if Xia Xia doesn't forgive you, you deserve it." ”

"......" Although he knew that his senior brother was partial to his girlfriend, when he heard Yu Chen say this, his heart was still cold, why did he always feel that he had become a superfluous one?

Anxia just pushed open the door and came in with a cup of brewed coffee.

Yuchen hung up the phone and got up.

"Let's go."

An Xia blinked: "Where are you going?" ”

"Go to the teacher's lab."

Half an hour later, Yuchen drove to school with Anxia.

It's going to be a holiday.

The school was deserted, and it was precisely because of this that Professor Lin's death did not cause panic among these students.

However, although the students are not there, there are still quite a few people who stay in the school.

"These people...... It can't be a journalist, right? ”

Yu Chen: "Probably not. ”

An Xia tilted her head to look at him: "Who could that be?" ”

Yu Chen shook his head.

Anxia didn't continue to ask.

The campus environment of B University is very good, and the security measures are also good, and along the way, I can still meet some students who are in groups of threes and twos, all of whom stay for the library.

In addition to their school, the richest collection of books is B University, a library with fifteen floors, and many of the books in it are out of print, basically can't be bought, and you can only borrow books obediently if you want to read them.