The lights are like flowing water, and the music and wine whitewash the illusion of tranquility and softness. ‖。 m !*

Jian Yao sat on the sofa, holding a crystal clear wine glass, as quiet as a migratory bird. And Xie Han sat across from her, staring at the TV screen with a smile on his lips.

What is being broadcast in the news is, of course, her last letter. The female anchor's voice was solemn and sharp: "...... This is a very touching letter, and we have invited Mr. Mike, a renowned professor of criminal psychology. He believes that although this letter was most likely written by Miss Jian Yao under the coercion of the flower ogre, it is sincere and coherent, and through a number of grammatical and logical analyses, the content of the letter is basically credible......

However, Mr. Mack also believes that this open letter shows that Ms. Jian Yao acquiesced and accepted the existence of Professor Bo Jinyan's dual personality. I think her statement is undoubtedly quite convincing and influential. So is the balance of judgment once again tilted to the side of 'Bo Jinyan is guilty'? Will the families of the victims rekindle their outrage? We'll see. ”

Xie Han's smile deepened significantly, and he glanced at her: "Good job." ”

Jian Yao's fingers clenched the wine glass, and her expression was gloomy.

She thought she was going to die, after writing that letter. That's what Xie Han has always wanted, her masterpiece.

She has been refusing to write because she does not want to die. But this time, she knew she was on the verge of collapse. She already felt that no amount of drugs would cause her to go completely insane, fall into a fantasy world, and become a madman.

And when she saw Bo Jinyan, who was taken away by the FBI, the lonely and silent silhouette, she made a decision.

She is willing to die, but she must die as she deserves—as long as Xie Han can be brought to justice.

But Jin Yan, I used the last remnants of consciousness, the messages hidden in the letters, and the secrets hidden in those nonsense words that were almost bloody, did you see it?

I believe that you are always Jin Yan and Simon, so you will definitely see it. Then you'll find him, you'll find me.

……

In the past few days, Xie Han has not injected her with drugs, nor has he been abused, and even his diet and living are exquisite and luxurious, and he has also given her medicine and treated her wounds, which has made her body better.

But Jian Yao knew very well in her heart that if he didn't kill her at the moment, it only meant that he wanted to kill her at a more important moment and in a more perfect way.

At this time, Xie Han stood up, straightened his shirt and tie, and smiled at her: "Guess what, what am I going to do?" ”

Jian Yao bit her lip and was silent. He didn't care, and said in a brisk tone like asking himself: "Today, our little simon...... Oh, and little Allen, who will be officially escorted from the Hoover Building to the psychiatric institution. Once it is proven that he has a dual personality, what does that beautiful anchor say...... Someone who is ruined and discredited, and what awaits him will be to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, or to be sent to Pelican Bay Prison for lifelong □. ”

Jian Yao's heart trembled, and he had already walked into the darkness, gradually moving away: "He has already walked to the edge of the cliff, how can I not go to watch?" ”

——

Outside the Hoover Building.

The winter sun is blazing, quiet and cold.

Dressed in a black coat, Bo Jinyan stepped out of the first floor of the building surrounded by several FBI agents. Only this time, his hands were cuffed, and he wore a hat on his head, covering his eyebrows.

However, the pace of this group of people could not stop the lights and pursuit of the reporters outside the building at all.

"Professor Bo Jinyan, do you admit to having a dual personality?"

"Are you Simon or Allen now?"

"As a criminal psychiatric professional, do you think you should be held accountable for the crimes Allen committed?"

"Miss Jian Yao's letter, does it hurt you?"

The last question made his originally fast steps pause. However, he did not look back, and immediately stepped into a black bulletproof armored car under the protection of the detectives.

The bright body reflects the sunlight and slowly goes away. The running reporters stopped one after another, slapped the car violently, and then shrugged their shoulders and whispered to disperse.

Inside the car.

Bo Jinyan sat on the side of the car wall, his body straight, silent. Opposite were two young FBI agents, looking at his clear face from time to time, but neither of them spoke.

The car was speeding all the way on the highway. In the front and rear, there is also a police car escort.

After driving for more than half an hour, the driver in the front seat reported to the detective with some anxiety: "There was a serious traffic accident 1 km away from the highway ahead, and the whole road was not smooth. We had to take a detour to get to the hospital at the scheduled time. ”

The two agents looked at each other, and one of them replied, "Don't change the original route, contact headquarters, evacuate traffic." At this time, the other of them glanced at Bo Jinyan's calm face, and saw that he had no expression, so he clenched his gun and raised his vigilance.

Soon there was a reply from the headquarters and the traffic department - because the traffic light in front of it was faulty, which led to a serious car accident. I'm afraid I can't dredge it before sunset.

"Detour!" The agent had no choice but to make a decision.

Bo Jinyan sat indifferently and closed his eyes, as if he was resting in a small sleep.

Red light, red light, red light, green light, control ...... The armored vehicle detoured to a tree-lined secluded road, lined with university buildings and apartment buildings, and since it was a weekday afternoon, there were few pedestrians on the road.

“**！” The driver scolded again, because he encountered another red light, and the police car in front of him passed, but they didn't pass, and stopped at the intersection with the police car behind.

"Da, da, da......" In the car, only the sound of the driver tapping his finger on the steering wheel was the sound. The two detectives looked tense, and Bo Jin Yan still sat still.

"What time is it?" He spoke suddenly, and at the same time opened his long, dark eyes.

The agent on the other side looked down at his watch and replied, "15:12." ”

Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment.

Then, between the handsome and unruly eyebrows, a smile suddenly appeared. Then in front of the two agents, he lowered his head unhurriedly and reached out to hug it. He also curled up slightly, leaning lightly against the wall.

The two agents watched as his series of movements took place, and then, as well, they heard some kind of turbulent sound in the air outside the carriage, overhead.

"Oh shit!" They let out an exclamation and hugged each other with their heads bowed at the same time.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the heavy and hard armored car, hit by some kind of stormy wave-like force, spun and flew up like a spinning top. The carriage spun in an instant, and the men's bodies slammed against the walls of the car, making a low or hoarse muffled sound!

On both sides of the road outside the car, in the school building and apartment building, everyone witnessed this tragic and terrible scene - a military helicopter gunship, hovering low next to the building. That ferocious rocket shot just now was fired from a helicopter! Immediately afterwards, a round of machine gun fire came at two police cars!

"Ambush! We were ambushed! The people in the police car all relied on the body of the car to shoot back, and at the same time reported to the headquarters, "Why is it the military!" ”

The sparse pedestrians in the street were all frightened, screaming and running to find a bush house to hide.

However, at this time, the police in the two cars could no longer make a strong counterattack! Because the snipers who were buried in the corner of the building were shooting and shooting, and the guns were shot in the heart, causing them to fall to the side of the car one by one......

In this chaotic gunpowder that happened in the downtown area, there was a pair of eyes, hiding in an inconspicuous corner, observing with great interest. And the armored car, which had been smashed to pieces, had stopped turning and crashed into a safety bolt on the side of the road, smoking and silent.

There was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open from the inside.

Bo Jinyan's black coat was covered with dust, and there were blood marks on Jun's face, but his eyes were as dark as water. With a gun in his hand, he jumped out of the car on his long legs. Behind him, in the open door, two detectives collapsed on their seats, their heads and chests were red, apparently shot.

And he pressed his hat and quickly walked into the alley between the buildings next to him, and in a flash, he was gone.

At high altitude, the helicopter quickly deviated from course, raised altitude, and sailed into the blue sky.

——

Same afternoon, same evening.

Jian Yao is in the dark underground, but her heart is up and down, tossing and turning.

Jin Yan, what exactly is he going to do?

"Bang". Far, far away, there was the sound of the door opening, and the familiar footsteps like a spell sounded again.

Jian Yao immediately sat down on the sofa, her hands clenched subconsciously, and waited for him to come over.

"Oh! Waiting for my news? Xie Han walked to the sofa, dropped his jacket, and smiled in his clear eyes, "Do you really hold on to hope that you can return to him alive?" ”

Jian Yao's heart hurt like a pinprick, but her eyes were calm and silent.

"But......" he poured himself a glass of water, and as he drank it, he squinted at her, "good news for us. ”

Jian Yao's heart slowly pinched. She immediately picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the TV.

The chaotic scene, the corpses covered in white cloth one after another, the wounded all over the ground, and the anchor's fierce verbal criticism, the embarrassed and ashamed faces of the military spokesman......

Jian Yao only felt that her temples were beating hard, and Xie Han's voice was already sounding beside her, with a deep admiration and pleasure: "What a perfect plan!" Every detail is appreciated! There is no doubt that he used mind control to let that hacker kid hack into the military command system and transportation system. Every route, every ambush location, and the subway and bus he took when he evacuated were nowhere to be found in the Washington area. Even that hacker kid has been poisoned and sent to the hospital, and his life is in critical ......"

Jian Yao was shocked when she heard this, but she heard Xie Han continue to comment: "Clean and neat, kill all of them - it is really Allen's self-proclaimed style!" ”

Jian Yao's palms were already soaked in layers of cold sweat.

She has always convinced herself that there is only one Bo Jinyan, and everything is an illusion arranged by him, just to catch Xie Han.

But now, full of devastation and countless casualties, it is right in front of you.

Jin Yan, Jin Yan, all this ...... Is it true?

Or should I still believe, no matter how incredible it seems, you, or you?

As if he could see through her thoughts, Xie Han on the side smiled suddenly, looking thoughtful.

"He'll be coming to us soon."

Two days later.

A short, almost obscure piece of news appeared in the classified news section of the Washington Economic Journal.

“hi，j.

iback.” (Hi J, I'm coming.) ）

Ding Mo: I sincerely hope that you can take a look at what the author has to say today, thank you!

The author has something to say:

Everyone:

You know, Lao Mo rarely bothers everyone because of things other than articles. At most, I suggest that you show your talents, go to the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, or bother you to vote for me to be honored. Or, it's to roll and sell cuteness and ask you for flower comments.

But something happened recently, my "He's Coming, Please Close Your Eyes", "Exclusive Possession", and the works of several other authors, were plagiarized on a large scale by an author of Red ~ Sleeve Tim ~ Xiang. To what extent have we been copied? Not that the plots are similar, but on the basis of the similarity of the plots, there are a lot of copy-pastes. Just as an example, do you remember the part where Jian Yao mistook the turtle for Bo Jinyan's ex-girlfriend, the other party directly copied the past, and after slightly modifying the words, he only changed the name of "silence" to "immortal".

After the incident on October 3, I immediately contacted *Rights Defender, and I didn't want to alarm you. But a week later, yesterday, something unbelievable happened: after the evidence was conclusive and the other party's website also publicly judged that the author had plagiarized, a large number of my texts were still serialized for free on the other party's website; The plagiarist author not only did not apologize, but also issued an announcement to complain fiercely in the posture of a victim.

I have long passed the age of being willful, but there are times in life when I need to be willful. I took the initiative to quit my good job last year, and writing full-time essays is spirited; Now, I can't tolerate anyone plagiarizing my work, and even sneering at the original creator after plagiarism, which is also my sentiment. It's very difficult for online authors to defend their rights, but this time, I will not tolerate it.

I've officially posted a long Weibo statement, pinned to the top of my Weibo. On the premise that the other party's website has officially determined that plagiarism is established, if everyone is willing to support me, if you also insist on the inviolability of original rights and dignity, you are welcome to support me on Weibo! My Weibo link:

, anti-collapse address:

Of course, if the other party still does not make appropriate measures after such a formal statement, Lao Mo does not mind taking legal measures to defend himself and the rights of these two books.

I wrote so much, and it doesn't have much to do with the content of the text. We apologize for any inconvenience caused.

Thank you again and sincerely! Take a bow!

Ding Mo

October 9, 2013