Schumann said, you won't understand!

Understand what?

Why are you so persistent? Or is it the sanctity that the identity of the people's police gives you?

Outside the window, the sunlight was no longer intense, and the lead-gray light broke through the layers of clouds and mist, and cast down. Jiang Yan's slender and upright figure stood straight in front of him, like a mountain peak, regardless of the storm and the sky, he stood upright like that, standing still.

"Jingle bell—"

In the quiet office, a rapid phone rang suddenly, and Wu Wei, who was closest to the phone, picked up the phone, hung up after saying a word, and turned his head to look at Schumann:

"Team Shu, Zhang Ju just called and said that regarding Jiang Wenyue's case, he approved us to reopen the case for investigation and trial.

What's going on? Didn't Jiang Wenyue commit suicide? ”

After Wu Wei finished speaking, Schumann suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head, and looked at Wu Wei in disbelief:

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I said......"

"Okay, you don't have to say it!"

Wu Wei: "......"

Who will tell him whether to say it or not to say it!

Schumann's face was gloomy for a few days, and when she heard this call, she finally cleared the clouds and saw the light, she took a deep breath and looked up at Jiang Yan, although they didn't speak to each other, but in their eyes, there seemed to be something flowing together.

Schumann: "Old Wu, call everyone and have a meeting!" ”

Wu Wei looked inexplicably surprised, but he still answered yes and began to call people.

Seeing that Schumann seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood suddenly, the corners of Jiang Yan's mouth couldn't help but hook up a faint smile:

"I'll go out first!"

At such times, he needs to avoid it.

"Hmm!"

A low response, Schumann immediately lowered his head and began to prepare materials, Jiang Yan saw that he was "forgotten" so quickly, but he was not annoyed, just chuckled and shook his head, turned around and walked out of the office of the criminal police team.

……

Schumann stood in front of the whiteboard, his expression was serious, his eyes were cold, and he told everyone the results of the investigation in the past few days, word by word.

"The clues that are now known:

First, Jiang Wenyue had stayed in the women's bathroom for five minutes before committing suicide, and her expression was obviously wrong after she came out, and she had an extra fruit knife in her hand, which was the one that cut her arteries.

Who did she see in the bathroom during those five minutes, and how did the fruit knife get it?

Second, Fu Jiawei, who committed suicide by jumping off the building this morning, is the public relations manager of Litian Century, does she have anything to do with Jiang Wenyue's death?

Third, I asked the traffic police for the news that Zhang Donglai, a 51-year-old truck driver who killed Jiang Wenhao, was a veteran employee of Hongyun Automobile Company, and the cause of the accident was drunk driving. ”

After Schumann finished tidying up, Wu Wei took the lead in speaking:

"It's either an accident or a suicide, it's too difficult!"

"If there is no difficulty, we don't need to go out!" Li Dabao slapped a good hand and turned to look at Schumann: "Boss, then what should we do next?" ”

Schumann paused:

"Dabao, Xiaoke, the two of you will go to the night again, re-screen the surveillance, and see if you can find suspicious people."

Lao Wu, Er Yang, the two of you go to investigate the identity and background of the driver Zhang Donglai.

As for Fu Jiawei, the public relations manager of Litian Century, I will investigate. Let's take action and summarize the results of the survey tomorrow morning!

Questions? ”

"Nope!"

When Schumann's words fell, everyone replied in unison, and then they got up and began to act. Recently, there have been no major cases in the city bureau, so the people of the criminal police team are almost hairy, and when they hear that there is a case, they don't care what the case is, and they all begin to gear up and get excited.

Schumann sorted out the summary of the case, although she didn't know why Zhang Bin suddenly changed her mind, but being able to open a case for investigation was definitely a good thing for her.

After sorting out everything, Schumann went directly to the laboratory department.

At this time, it happened to be off work, and there were not many cases recently, so most of the people in the laboratory department left. When Schumann went, only Qin Feiyang was left.

"Old Qin, has the scene report of the Litian Century jumping case come out this morning?"

Qin Feiyang was still expressionless:

"Come out, I'll give it to you, but, what do you want this for?"

While rummaging through the documents piled up on the table, Qin Feiyang asked at the same time, but Schumann didn't intend to hide it:

"Look at the situation, I plan to investigate this case and Jiang Wenyue's suicide case before, and the Zhang Bureau has approved it!"

"Re-filing?" Qin Fei raised his eyebrows and frowned: "Isn't it a suicide case?" Is there something wrong? ”

As he spoke, he had already found Fu Jiawei's on-site investigation report and handed it to Schumann, who took it, first glanced at it quickly, and then closed it:

"I'll put this with us first, and I'll explain it to you later, thank you!"

After speaking, he hurriedly left the laboratory department.

The sun fell, and the darkness was enough to drown everything.

The last one left, Schumann walked out of the gate of the city bureau, and just as he wanted to walk in the direction of his parking, two car lights flashed twice in front of him.

Schumann instinctively raised his hand to block his eyes, and when he put it down again, he saw a black Maybach parked in front of him, and it was Jiang Yan who was sitting in the driver's seat of the car.

Schumann walked over:

"Why are you still here? Where's your sassy Ferrari? ”

Jiang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes:

"It's not open, come up!"

"What for?"

"Eat!"

"No ......"

"By the way, Fu Jiawei's matter!"

Hearing Jiang Yan say this, Schumann couldn't help but move, hesitated slightly, then walked to the co-pilot's seat, pulled the car door and sat down.

The Maybach drove smoothly all the way, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became silent in the small space inside the car for a while.

Schumann's thoughts gradually began to become unsettled, and some of the memories hidden in the depths of his memory, those that were carved into the bone marrow and melted into the blood, began to breed and spread little by little.

Since she was a child, she knew that she had a childhood sweetheart named Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan is very handsome, and she is very popular when she goes to school, it seems that when everyone goes to school, there is always a leader among boys of the same age, and Jiang Yan is that leader.

She will be like a tomboy, she is taken by Jiang Yan every day and blends into a group of boys.

Later, people often joked about her and Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan never denied it, and proudly said that Schumann was his child daughter-in-law.

At first, Schumann didn't think there was anything wrong with these words, but as she grew older, these words, which were originally jokes, began to imperceptibly affect her thoughts.

Finally, she and Jiang Yan came together.

Jiang Yan treated her very well, almost held her in the palm of his hand, and knew that she wanted to be a policeman, so he accompanied her to study law together. Originally, she thought that she and him would continue like this.

But after all, it's just that she thinks!

But when he disappeared, Schumann understood one thing-

It turned out that in her first 20 years of life, Jiang Yan was there, and at this moment, he sat beside her, so silent, but indispensable.

It's just, in the past three years, where has he gone, what has he done, why did he say goodbye, and what is he coming back for?

These questions have always been pressed on Schumann's heart, even if she told herself over and over again, without thinking or asking, but they were still like seeds, entrenched in her heart, little by little, taking root, germinating, and growing into intertwined and entangled vines.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but turn his head towards the face that was almost familiar to the bone marrow in his impression.

Perhaps her gaze was too direct and undisguised, Jiang Yan finally noticed it and turned her head slightly.

In an instant, the four eyes touched, and Schumann only felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something, and it throbbed so clearly and deeply.

"What are you thinking, why are you looking at me like that?"

Schumann didn't look over his head and inhaled secretly:

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about Fu Jiawei, what kind of person is she?"

Jiang Yan's eyes were deep, like the sea under the night sky, calm, but hidden waves, he stared at Schumann deeply, for a moment, and then turned his head to look straight ahead, unable to hear the emotional opening:

"She is a very capable woman, although the reputation is not very good, but it is undeniable that she has a strong ability to work!"

"Bad reviews? Her private life...... It's messy? ”

Jiang Yan nodded slightly, and the outline of the side face was as if it had been carved by a knife and axe, hard and clear:

It can be said that she has a lot of boyfriends, involving all ages and classes, and has high requirements for the quality of life, advocating high-consumption luxury goods.

The salary I paid her was not low, but it was definitely not enough to cover her daily expenses. ”

Schumann listened quietly, fell into thought, and his eyebrows habitually frowned slightly:

"So, she's prone to financial problems?"

"Yes!"

Schumann pursed his lips, then opened the on-site investigation report he had just taken from Qin Feiyang, and after reading it carefully, he put it down with some headaches:

"The on-site report shows that Fu Jiawei's suicide is not suspicious!"

The answer is in Jiang Yan's expectation:

"The murderer is a very smart person, so naturally he won't show any flaws!"

Schumann couldn't help but look up when he heard this:

"Are you so sure that Fu Jiawei's death is not a suicide like Jiang Wenyue?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Jiang Yan paused word by word, although the voice was not loud, but every word seemed to reveal an invisible power that made people refute.

"Why?"

Jiang Yan turned his head slightly and glanced at Schumann, but that eye contained many things:

"Do you believe me?"

Schumann pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, not meeting Jiang Yan's burning gaze:

"I believe that you are useless, you must tell evidence in everything!"

Jiang Yan: "So, it depends on our wise and martial Captain Shu!" ”