"Should I cure my phobia of fire first?" Qiao Ran asked eagerly, "If it is cured, will I not be so neurotic?" ”

"Maybe." Qiao Yan sighed in her heart, Qiao Ran obviously had true feelings for Lu Bin, how enthusiastic she was, and what a kind girl. However, Qiao Yan didn't know what fate had arranged on her future path.

Qiao Ran stopped talking, and Qiao Yan was silent. They just hugged each other. Qiao Yan kept patting Qiao Ran's back and muttering comfort. Just like from childhood to adulthood, Qiao Ran was wronged, and he would rely on his sister and seek his sister's pity and favor.

Qiao Ran kept crying, but her crying gradually changed from excitement to calm, from sad sobbing to low sobbing. Then, she closed her eyes wearily. Qiao Yan didn't dare to move, for fear of waking her up, so she fell asleep unconsciously.

Qiao Yan slept so deeply this night, and when she woke up, the curtains had already been dyed transparent by Xiao Color. After washing up, I went downstairs and heard the sound of rain under the eaves and the sound of the piano in the living room. She walked into the piano room. Qiao Ran sat in front of the piano, his fingers skillfully on the keys

Swipe, bringing out a series of flowing notes. Zhuo Zhengqin sat in a chair next to the piano and looked at Qiao Ran intently.

It's so familiar and warm, just like at home before, Qiao Yan's nose can't stop being sour.

Zhuo Zhengqin turned her head when she heard the footsteps, and the expression on her face was complicated and uncertain. And, gradually, a lonely and sad look surfaced on the top of her eyebrows, and she frowned and came to her senses.

Qiao Yan walked away silently. At breakfast, she sat sullenly in a chair in front of the window, looking out at the dense drizzle outside. A plantain tree next to the wall, droplets of water were rolling down from the broad leaves, drop after drop, monotonous and continuous rolling on the mud floor. When it was time to go to work, she sighed and got up from her chair, no matter what, what should be done must be done, and life and work must continue as usual.

She strapped her satchel, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out of the living room. The ground outside was wet, and the rainy weather darkened the sky, and the gray sky, gray clouds, and gray rain surrounded her with the gray rain and fog, and it was the gray melancholy. She put up the collar of her coat, shrunk slightly in the cold wind, grasped the handle of the umbrella, and walked towards the gate of Qiao's mansion.

Outside the gate, the winding path was unusually silent and desolate in the rain. Qiao Yan walked forward for a while, and when she arrived at the intersection, she was stunned, Yu Chihong was holding an umbrella and standing there, obviously waiting for her. He was wearing a long black snowflake coat, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, and he looked very good. Although there were traces of insomnia on his face, a little depression in his eyes, and a slight reluctance in his smile, it did not affect his heroic appearance at all.

Qiao Yan walked slowly to Yu Chihong and faced him with her face up. Yu Chihong looked at her carefully, she was a little pale, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tinged with a faint sadness, a faint loneliness, and a faint sadness. His heart throbbed, and he grabbed one of her wrists and led her under his umbrella. "I stayed in a houseboat last night and thought about turning around here in the morning and going to work on the ferry with you."

Qiao Yan closed her umbrella and leaned quietly beside him. He grabbed her by the waist, and the two walked side by side into the mist and through the shadowy alleys. Along the way, they were silent. Qiao Yan looked up at the old banyan tree on the side of the road, the branches were full of raindrops, and each drop of rain contained a dream, as magnificent and magical as a crystal ball. But when it falls from the branches, the raindrops are broken, the dreams are broken, and all the good things are fleeting.

When I arrived at the wharf, I saw that the sea surface seemed to be covered with a layer of white fog, a few sails, the sea and the sky were the same, confused, and there was a lonely poetic feeling. The ferry set sail, the wind blew head-on from the sea, it was bitter, Qiao Yan shrank her neck, and the hot breath exhaled from her nose condensed into a cloud of white mist. Yu Chihong hugged her tightly in his arms, using his tall body to protect her from the cold wind, she snuggled her cheek against his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat, a teardrop quietly slipped to the corner of her lips, stopping at the corner of her mouth and trembling.

Ke Yifei died, and Qiao Yan and Zeng Jinling were about to talk to him in the morning, but they learned the news of his sudden death last night. The body was found by the family in the early morning, and the presumed time of death was between 1 and 2 a.m. last night, that is, he died suddenly while sleeping. The modus operandi of the crime is the same as that of Zhuang Yiqun, the poison of aconitine and tetrodotoxin, which compete with each other in his body, creating a time gap before the onset of toxicity. After investigation, it was found that Ke Yifei and Deng Xiaolong went to a bar to drink last night, and the two were about 12 o'clock in the evening

Left and right walked out of the bar together, parted goodbye. When Deng Xiaolong left, he deliberately raised his middle finger at the surveillance camera, his movements were vulgar, and he put on a mocking face. He expected the police to come and see the surveillance footage, which was a blatant insult and provocation.

"It's so damnable!" After Duan Zhiming saw the video, he was so angry that he really wanted to beat Deng Xiaolong. However, Deng Xiaolong's whereabouts are uncertain, since the plague fungus incident, he no longer goes to work in Ruixin Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd., no one knows where he went, and his residence is empty, so he can only pursue it with all his might.

According to the results of the investigation, Ke Yifei's son was killed in a stampede at his primary school many years ago, which resulted in 17 students being injured to varying degrees and 2 students dying of serious injuries, one of whom was Ke Yifei's son. Qiao Yan and Zeng Jinling believe that Ke Yifei should be because of the misfortune in his family, which led to a long-term psychological imbalance, and someone induced him to take revenge on the society, so that he became Deng Xiaolong's accomplice.

Lu Bin's investigation of Ling Lingyao also had a result, and the result was a big surprise: Ling Lingyao turned out to be the daughter of Ling Sijie, the captain of the criminal police team, who died in the hostage taking incident at Hai Wenqing's former residence seven years ago.

Yu Chihong finally remembered why he always felt that Ling Lingyao was familiar. He has seen the internal information photos of the Public Security Bureau, including a photo of a memorial service, a young girl wearing filial piety clothes, holding a posthumous portrait in her hand, in which the policeman in a police uniform has a simple and righteous face. He was in a hurry and didn't look closely, but the girl's eyes made him unforgettable. He immediately re-found the photo, which contained only a few words below it: a memorial service for the police officers killed in the hostage-taking case. The name of the policeman was not specifically written, but there was no doubt that the girl must be Ling Lingyao, her current appearance has not changed much from seven years ago, especially the stubborn eyes rubbed into hatred, and the thin lips with melancholy.

What surprised Wei Chihong even more was that Lu Bin got Ling Lingyao's resume file. According to the content of the file, Ling Lingyao graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a master's degree in computer science. The Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) is a private university in the United States that cultivates high-level scientific and technological talents and management talents, and engages in science and technology education and research.

"It's really strange that such a talented student, who doesn't use his talents, works as a waitress in a small hotel, is really a waste of money, and wasted so many years of training her in school." Lu Bin has a deep prejudice against Ling Lingyao.

"It's because of her father." Wei Chihong sighed sympathetically and regretfully, "I think Ling Sijie deliberately aimed at the crimes committed by using computer networks to train his daughter to become an excellent professional and technical personnel. But after her father's death, she was disappointed in the profession of a police officer, and even hated her, preferring to abandon her profession and become an ordinary waiter. ”

"Why is this happening?" Lu Bin felt incomprehensible, "I heard that Captain Ling was a very good criminal policeman back then, solved countless cases, and finally died in the battle to rescue the hostages. The father has set such a good example, and the daughter should be proud of the police and carry out her father's career to the end. ”

Wei Chihong didn't speak, he decided to go to Ling Lingyao to have a good talk.

Ling Lingyao was busy in the small hotel on Zhulang Island, and she was mainly responsible for the front desk. The blue and white building of the small hotel was converted from the German Consulate and was the first family hotel on Zhulang Island. The hotel also operates a café where you can enjoy a coffee or a light meal if you don't stay. The café is on the first floor, and there are two areas, indoor and outdoor, so you can check in directly from the café.

Yu Chihong walked through the small courtyard in the drizzle, where the green star fruit trees, the towering wild green bamboos, and the leafy longan trees were all bathed in the rain. Branches stretched out from both sides covered the path, and raindrops dripped down through the gaps in the leaves.

Ling Lingyao had just finished checking in for a traveler, and when she saw Yu Chihong walking into the café, she was slightly stunned, and then showed a faint smile. "The great detective is here, why are you here?"

"Can I take half an hour off? I invite you to coffee. "Wei Chihong didn't want to talk to her as a police officer.

Ling Lingyao hesitated slightly. "Is it a business or a private matter?"

"Public and private." Wei Chihong replied quickly.

Ling Lingyao nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, but just sit and drink coffee, I never drink coffee." She asked her boss for leave, and the two took their seats in the indoor area of the café.

Ling Lingyao sat in front of the window, holding her chin with her hand, staring blankly at the hazy scenery outside that was crumpled by the rain and mist.