When Jian Yao opened her eyes, she saw a crescent moon hanging above the building in the dark blue night. ∑m ~.

She was still sitting in the car, and the scenery around her was familiar, under the apartment building where she and Bo Jinyan lived. There are no lights in the car, only the street lights of the community are reflected in the distance.

Bo Jinyan sat beside her, his hands on the steering wheel, staring out the window, his eyes cold.

"What are you thinking?" Jian Yao leaned back in the chair and looked sideways at him.

Bo Jinyan's long fingers tapped on the steering wheel: "'He' didn't appear." ”

Jian Yao was silent for a moment.

She knew that this time, Bo Jinyan did not arrange for anyone to be watched at the scene, just to leave "him"—if he was still alive—a chance to leave a signal. There are many noisy people on the top of "Qishan" tonight, and if "he" haunts, it should be easy.

But now Bo Jinyan said no, that is, there will be no - they have been away from the scene of the murder for so long.

"Looks like 'he' is really dead?" Jian Yao asked softly.

"Perhaps."

He suddenly turned to look at her.

The light in the car was so dim, but he was wearing a white shirt, but his posture looked more and more upright. On the cheeks, which were as cold as the night, those eyes were even clearer and more compelling.

Jian Yao was stared at by him, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

“.” He called softly, his voice as low as water in the night, "I think we should set a new principle: when investigating cases in the future, you must not leave me 24 hours a day." ”

Jian Yao was slightly stunned: "It's no problem to follow you." I didn't hear the previous sentence clearly,? ”

"Hmm." Bo Jinyan smiled slightly, got up and pushed the door and got out of the car.

Jian Yao: "...... You're the ET! ”

Bo Jinyan walked around here, picked her up from the seat, and replied leisurely: "I don't have horns on my head." ”

——

When I entered the house, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Bo Jinyan put her on the sofa and walked to the kitchen. After a while, he came back with two ice packs in his hand.

He sat down beside her and pressed an ice pack to her forehead. The biting coldness made Jian Yao inhale, and as a result, he saw a light smile appear on his thin lips: "Press it yourself." ”

Jian Yao silently took the ice pack.

This man......

His nervousness and tenderness towards her were short-lived. How long has it been? He was smiling again, obviously happily entering the mode of "appreciating Jian Yao's embarrassment".

Immature.

At this moment, his ankle suddenly tightened, and he held it.

I saw him bend down slightly, take off her shoes very naturally, throw them to the entrance, and then gently lift her legs and put them on his thighs.

Jian Yao was slightly stunned and looked at it motionlessly.

He looked extremely calm, pressed the ice pack to her ankle with his left hand, picked up the remote control next to him with his right hand, turned on the TV, and began to watch the documentary "Chasing the Murderer at Midnight".

The moment the ice pack touched her skin, Jian Yao gasped slightly. And he didn't squint, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

All right......

Gentle and childish.

Jian Yao has always been uninterested in this kind of criminal investigation legal documentary. Staring at his side face, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.

"Hey!" She kicked him gently, just in the palm of his hand, "You said that Huo Xiaolu's confession is full of flaws, explain it." ”

Bo Jinyan seemed to be a conditioned reflex, grabbing her feet all at once, so that she could no longer move. Only then did he speak, his eyes still fixed on the TV:

"Do you remember the suicide note of Wang Wanwei's case?"

"Hmm." Jian Yao recalled in her head. At that time, the reason why Bo Jinyan believed that the suicide note was true was because of the real letter, which would have small faults and loopholes, as well as a distinct personal writing color; But fakes are often fabricated concisely, concisely, rigorously, and without leakage.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Huo Xiaolu's confession is indeed like the latter. However, because of this, it was determined that her confession was false, and the reasons did not seem to be sufficient.

As if to be able to find out the doubts in her heart, Bo Jinyan said unhurriedly: "Last time it was written in words, but this time it was directly dictated, and the analysis method is of course different." ”

"Oh."

He squinted at her, "Simpler." Because human beings have a lot in common when they express themselves in language. ”

Jian Yao smiled lightly: "Please advise." ”

The corners of Bo Jinyan's lips hooked slightly: "When you get to the earth, you have to read more books." These are the most basic methods of analysis. ”

“…… I'll see it, now on it! ”

"First, it is emotions that guide human memory, not chronology." Suddenly, he said.

Jian Yao was a little ignorant when she heard it.

However, at this time, Bo Jinyan is like he said, "never rely on professional advantages to despise others". He didn't make the slightest contempt or teasing, his tone was not hurried, and even seemed a little seductive:

"For example, if you were asked to tell your friends in detail about tonight's wrestling, what would you say?"

Jian Yao thought for a moment and replied, "I fell while investigating the case today. After finding the murderer, he was accidentally pushed down the stairs by the murderer's mother and fell very painfully. It was past nine o'clock in the night......"

"Stop." Bo Jinyan interrupted her, "Did you notice?" When you recall the 'wrestling' incident, the first thing that comes to mind is the part of the whole incident that touches you the most emotionally - you were pushed down and hurt by the murderer's mother. Because emotions guide your memories, not chronologically.

So you don't say that dryly: 'At half past nine tonight, I grabbed Xiaolu's mother first, and then stood with her on the side of the steps, and then she pushed me. Obviously, my balance was very disappointing to Bo Jinyan, so I fell off. After I fell, I felt a lot of pain......'"

Jian Yao thought about it, it was really so. I would never say that when I remember something with someone, it would be too unnatural.

Thinking of this, her heart sank, and she immediately took out the notebook in her bag and flipped to the confessions of Huo Xiaolu and others.

How did they all start?

Huo Xiaolu: "It's about eight o'clock in the evening, Huaihuai has collected all the meals......

Qi Xiaoran: "If I knew that Huaihuai would have an accident that night, I would definitely accompany her ......"

Instantly, the distinction is clear.

Bo Jinyan's sparse voice came: "The killing of a good friend should have a very big emotional impact on these girls." Anyone should recall it with a strong feeling – even if it's to the police. But Huo Xiaolu didn't, because her confession was prepared in advance in chronological order. She's retelling, not reminiscing. ”

Jian Yao nodded.

It's really like Bo Jinyan said, the truth is indeed very simple. Most people, usually recalling and telling one thing, should be like this.

But if he doesn't point it out, who in general will pay attention to this feature?

Bo Jinyan continued: "Second, Huo Xiaolu's confession is full of a lot of insipid details that have nothing to do with the main event. Because the liar thinks that the details are real, it makes her feel safe. But according to what we just concluded, emotions lead to memory. Faced with such an emotional impact, do you think about telling the police: 'Make a glass of brown sugar water'? ”

Jian Yao looked at the confession again, and sure enough: "The third year of high school is on vacation, and other grades are still studying at night"; "Soak a glass of brown sugar water"......

"Third." Bo Jinyan said, "If it is something that is strongly touched, after people tell the whole story, they will habitually have an end - this is people's emotional needs." The deeper the feeling, the more emotional the epilogue will be. However, there is no end to the liar, because he thinks that after telling the story of the incident, it is over. ”

Jian Yao chewed his words carefully in her heart, and listened to him again: "Flip through your little book and see how Huo Xiaolu and Qi Xiaoran ended up - a living example." ”

Jian Yao took a look:

Huo Xiaolu: "I soaked a glass of brown sugar water, lay on the bed and read a book, and then went to sleep." Then she didn't say much until the police took the initiative to ask her about the relationship between the deceased's men and women.

And after Qi Xiaoran finished talking about the experience of that night, she choked up and said, "I'm scared stupid today, how could anyone kill her?" The college entrance examination will be taken next year, but she ......"

……

The midnight is getting colder and deeper, and looking out of the window, there are almost no lights on in the community.

Bo Jinyan has watched two episodes of "Chasing the Murderer at Midnight" and has been applying ice to her for almost an hour. However, he still looked clear, and did not seem to be sleepy.

Jian Yao couldn't even open his eyes, and kicked him: "I'll go home and sleep." Thank you. ”

He turned his head to look at her, "Sleep here tonight." ”

Jian Yao: "...... Why? ”

Bo Jinyan: "Do you think you don't need someone to take care of you tonight?" If something happens, I'll have to run upstairs? You sleep in the master bedroom, I'm in the study, just knock on the wall if you have something. ”

——

Of course, Jian Yao didn't knock on the wall this night. She moved slowly, took a shower in the bathroom of the master bedroom, and then collapsed on his big black bed, and fell asleep soundly.

And Bo Jinyan was lying on the ordinary-sized bed in the study, perhaps a little uncomfortable, he looked at the sparse starlight outside the window, but he didn't fall asleep immediately.

In my mind, the scene of Jian Yao falling down the stairs reappeared.

In the dark hallway, her figure was slender and blurred. The moment he strode out of the door, he saw her body fall straight down.

And how he looked when he picked her up at the bottom of the stairs. His long hair was scattered, and his little face seemed to be pale, and it was soft in his arms, and he seemed to be unable to stand up.

A feeling of boredom suddenly swelled in my heart.

He pulled down his blindfold, and his vision went dark. Go to bed.

——

When Jian Yao woke up again, it was already sunny outside the window.

Looking at the time again, it's actually afternoon.

I touched my ankle, and it didn't seem to be very swollen anymore; Forehead...... The horns are still there. She smiled and got up to get out of bed.

As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw Bo Jinyan sitting on the sofa, with a simple shirt and trousers, handsome and clean.

He was reading the newspaper when he heard footsteps, and without raising his head, he asked, "Do you want to hug?" ”

Jian Yao: "...... No need. ”

She paused, cautiously walked to the couch and sat down. There was breakfast on the coffee table, and she was not polite, so she took it and ate it - although it was a bit exaggerated to eat breakfast at this time.

The two sat quietly opposite each other for a while, and Jian Yao asked, "What are you doing today?"

Bo Jinyan raised his eyes from behind the newspaper, glanced at her forehead, and then at her feet: "Whatever you want." ”

Jian Yao: "......"

He really has the ability to depress people to death - let her, of course follow her. Because she twisted her foot, she couldn't do anything.

The author has something to say: Ahem, first of all, I'm sorry for not being able to update it on time today, because Lao Mo coded 4,000 words during the day, deleted it again at night, and rewrote it all. Writers who run naked are like this, and sometimes they have to find a state;

Secondly, when you see the broken chapter, you know that the chapter is not finished today. I'll continue to write tonight, anyway, for coffee, but the timing of the post is uncertain, maybe a few hours later, maybe tomorrow morning. Don't wait, let's see tomorrow. Love you guys.