"I immediately called Fu Yiming and told him that the psychological portrait of the detachment leader had been completed." The signal in the basement was not good, so Lu Bin immediately went outside to make a call.

At night, Chen Jinguang, the only remaining of the three fugitives, left his residence under the cover of night, and Wei Chihong followed behind him, took out his mobile phone and called Lu Bin: "I found Chen Jinguang, you come over quickly." ”

"Boss, you have to be careful of the left bank, she is Zhang Yajie seven years ago, and she wants to take revenge on Wei Chixuan's family." Lu Bin said as he immediately led people to set off.

Wei Chihong followed Chen Jinguang all the way into a pedestrian tunnel. The tunnel at night was empty and silent, with no pedestrians. "Chen Jinguang!" He shouted.

Chen Jinguang turned around and saw Wei Chihong standing behind him with a cold expression.

"I'll arrest you." Wei Chi Hong's eyes shone with a compelling cold light, and he couldn't forget the man with a hideous face in front of him, one of the demons who gang-raped Yu Chi Xuan back then. The demonic lewd laughter, and the heart-rending cries of his sister, were his nightmares for years. The thin thread in his heart began to tighten a little again, and every fiber in his body ached.

"Bad policeman, long time no see." Chen Jinguang said provocatively, "It's cool to watch your sister being in turn." You're a wretch, and you want to arrest me. ”

Wei Chihong was so angry that the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his eyes were on fire, but he tried his best to hide his anger, like a static extinct volcano that could explode at any time. "Aren't you ashamed of the crimes you have committed? How many people have you killed, and how innocent the lives that have been insulted and damaged. Their families are also living in misery and will blame themselves for their inability for the rest of their lives. ”

"Hmph, you're a murderer yourself, why are you lecturing me." Chen Jinguang suddenly took out a knife from his body, "I want to kill you and avenge my dead brother!" ”

Wei Chihong looked at the knife in his hand, and there was a moment of swaying, he didn't have a gun, it wasn't him who shot Li Dong and Liu San, could it be that the murderer was really Qiao Yan's father? In a flash, Chen Jinguang had already pounced on him with a knife, and he flashed and narrowly avoided it.

Wei Chihong calmed down, and suddenly saw a figure on the left bank in front of her, her hands were handcuffed, and she was followed by the criminal police. His vision blurred for a moment, but the picture from seven years ago seemed to be cleared up and gradually became clear: after the gunshot, he who was lying on the ground opened his eyes and saw Zhang Yajie holding his gun and leaving, and then lost consciousness again. He clearly remembered that in the face of Yu Chixuan's pleading, he put down the gun in his hand, but at the same time, he was attacked in the head. It was Zhang Yajie who fired the gun and took his gun away.

"Die-" Chen Jinguang let out a loud roar and raised his knife to stab at Yu Chihong.

Lu Bin and another criminal policeman rushed over at the same time, threw Chen Jinguang to the ground, subdued and arrested him.

Wei Chihong still stood still, staring straight at the left bank. A criminal policeman next to her was holding the pistol that Lieutenant Chi Hong had lost seven years ago.

"Seven years ago, you didn't shoot." Qiao Yan walked over to Yu Chihong, her eyes were full of tears, "You are not a murderer, nor are you my father-killer." ”

"Boss, it was Zhang Yajie who shot seven years ago, and she was the one who shot Li Dong and Liu San. Our people have been watching her, and just now she tried to shoot Chen Jinguang again, and we caught her red-handed. Lu Bin smiled with relief, "Great, your grievances have finally been cleared." ”

Wei Chihong was not happy, the expression on his face was complicated and uncertain. And, gradually, a sad and melancholy look rose to the top of his eyebrows. "I'm sorry." He bowed deeply to the left bank, "I apologize to you on behalf of my sister. If I could, I would do everything in my power to compensate your family. ”

Left Bank lowered her head, her face half-covered, for a while, she did not speak, and then, she raised her eyes to look at Yu Chihong, her black and white eyes were clear and frank, and she said in a low voice: "I survived with hatred for Yu Chixuan and those beasts. I want to kill Yu Chixuan's family, originally I had a lot of opportunities to attack you and Zhong Kai, but, you are all good people, I can't bear to ......" The latter words choked in her throat, she turned her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The two criminal policemen took the left bank away, Wei Chihong watched their figures disappear, turned his head again, looked at Qiao Yan in a daze, and hugged her tightly when he saw it.

"Boss, let's withdraw first, so we won't disturb you." Lu Bin and several other criminal policemen left with a smile.

"Come back with me in the evening." Wei Chihong hugged Qiao Yan tightly, and his tone was domineering.

"Okay." Qiao Yan responded obediently.

"Bugging!" Yu Chihong suddenly remembered that there was still such a thing.

"I've replaced my phone chain and took time out to buy a new one in the afternoon." Qiao Yan said softly and slowly, "The truth from seven years ago has been revealed, and Zhang Tianbao must have doubted me, and there is no point in keeping that bugging device." ”

"That's good." Yu Chihong sighed secretly, of course he was not afraid of Zhang Tianbao, but when he thought that the whole process with Qiao Yan in the car that night was eavesdropped by that perverted man, it was as disgusting as swallowing a fly. He didn't want to be heard by Zhang Tianbao anymore.

Qiao Yan returned to the warm home that belonged to her and Wei Chihong after a long absence, everything was still the same as yesterday, Qiao Yan looked around the room, and almost burst into tears.

The two of them went to take a shower and change their clothes to wash away their fatigue.

Qiao Yan came out of the bathroom and heard the sound of piano music. She walked quickly to the living room and saw Wei Chihong wearing black pajamas, sitting in front of the antique Steinway piano, playing the third movement of Beethoven's piano sonata "Pathétique". His fingers darted over the keys, shaking off a series of notes that sounded as beautiful as flowing water. "Pathos" hides the tribulations of life and reveals the pain of the heart. However, the ontology of music is more about the "forbearance" of unfortunate encounters, the "challenge" and struggle against fate, the transcendence and sublimation of reality, and the persistence and firmness of ideals. The sound of the piano suddenly became abrupt, and the strength of Yu Chihong's fingers also increased, and the sound of the piano struck the night violently, like a galloping horse, like a stormy wind and rain, and stormy waves, as if he was not striking the keys, but his fate...... Then, after a storm, like a breeze blowing through the post-catastrophe wasteland, a soft sigh of sound, it quickly turned into a high-pitched and passionate emotion, and came to an abrupt end.

Qiao Yan let out a long, admiring sigh behind him.

Yu Chihong turned around, and his gaze made contact with Qiao Yan. The eyes of the two were intertwined like this, looking at each other deeply, for a long time, neither of them spoke, just looked at each other tightly. This vision has exhausted the pain in their hearts and their pity for each other. Then, Yu Chihong stood up and walked around the piano bench, Qiao Yan immediately stretched out her hands, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her head in his chest. "It's all gone." She murmured, "The truth is finally out, and we will never be bothered by the events of seven years ago again." ”

Wei Chihong pressed her head tightly on his chest, he wanted to press her into his heart like this, suck her into his body, and let the two become one, then, there would be no more power to separate them. "Never leave me again." He said in a dumb voice, every word wrenched from the depths of his heart, "Since the shackles that have tormented us for seven whole years can be lifted, what obstacles cannot be overcome." ”

"Okay." Qiao Yan solemnly promised. That night, after Zhuo Yiqin heard her call out to Yu Chihong in a daze, her tone was obviously loosened. Convincing her should only be a matter of time.

"Play a tune for me." Yu Chihong leaned on the piano and looked at Qiao Yan suspiciously, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "Or, we can play a song together......"

""The Lover Under the Rose", Qiao Yan answered. She lowered her head and smiled quietly, so delicate, so moving.

Wei Chihong looked at her, his eyes were focused, and his expression was solemn.

Qiao Yan opened the piano stool with the bookcase, found the score of "The Lover Under the Rose" from it, and sat down in front of the piano. She flicked a few notes lightly, and the beautiful sound wave drowned out Yu Chihong. She was dressed in a white nightgown, her eyes were as soft as water, and her cheeks were white and delicate. The light shone under her hairline, casting another mysterious color over her, making her fluttering, insignificant, and illusory.

Yu Chihong also sat down, the two played in different registers, not a four-hand play, but their playing is also perfect, the soothing and beautiful melody creates a fairytale-like aesthetic conception, deeply touching people's hearts, arousing the listener's longing for love. In the lingering and soft aftertaste, Yu Chihong walked into the bedroom with Qiao Yan in his arms, she was lying in the crook of his arm, soft and boneless.

He gently laid her down on the bed, shoved her head into the pillow, brushed the hair from her cheeks with his hands, and smoothed out the folds of her clothes...... He did it all as if it were the only thing he could do...... Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly with pity.

This look was filled with so much tenderness and love, it made Qiao Yan tremble with pleasure, and she trembled. "Don't look at me like that, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body."

Yu Chihong chuckled. "And what kind of eyes should I look at you?"

"I'm used to your rogue eyes." Qiao Yan muttered honestly.

"So you're more anxious than me." Wei Chihong laughed, "Since you have been labeled as a hooligan, I will carry out the hooligan style to the end." ”