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The white moonlight, through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casts a faint silver light on the ground.

Schumann curled up on the sofa on one leg, languid like a noble cat. A pair of black and bright eyes, as sharp as a cat.

There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom, and Schumann's face was a little annoyed.

She didn't know how she agreed to let Jiang Yan live at home in the name of "taking care" of herself. In the final analysis, it was because her bones were not hard enough that she succumbed to the coercion and temptation of Old Man Shu.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but sigh.

It's just that the man still has a plaster cast on his hand, but he still insists on taking a bath.

Schumann was in a bit messy at this time, not because of Jiang Yan.

The serial corpse dismemberment case was finally solved, and the murderer was also arrested, Zhang Bin was happy, and everyone in the team was relieved, only she seemed to be not happy at all.

During the day, when Qiao Yuwei was leaving, the song she hummed was obviously "Black Sunday". She heard it, and I believe Jiang Yan heard it too.

But at that time, she didn't say anything, and Jiang Yan didn't say anything, the two of them just looked at each other like that, as if they wanted to see something from each other's eyes.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly.

The light of the crystal chandelier was a bit brilliant and psychedelic, and Schumann hoped that he was thinking too much, but it was not. The mysterious world forbidden song continues to appear in the cases she has recently taken over.

Is it a coincidence?

She never believed that there would be so many coincidences in this world.

And the most important thing is that all of this appeared after Jiang Yan came back.

Schumann settled down, she felt that she had the need to have a good talk with Jiang Yan.

Having made up his mind, Schumann's face involuntarily became a little serious, and the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped. Soon, Schumann heard footsteps behind him and approached without hurrying.

Schumann did not turn his head:

"Washed?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer, just pursed his lips and slowly walked to Schumann.

Schumann raised his eyes, his hair was still wet, not dry, locks of hair against his forehead and cheeks, and a pair of deep eyes became moist and bright because of the moisture.

Schumann moved his lips and wanted to speak, but at this moment, Jiang Yan suddenly leaned down and approached Schumann.

He was condescending, and she had no way to retreat.

They were so close that Schumann could see his reflection in his wet eyes, the tiny one. His breath was a little hot, spraying on his cheeks, intertwining with her breathing.

This posture was too ambiguous, Schumann was a little uncomfortable, and then leaned back:

"Jiang Yan, we have to talk!"

Seeing Schumann's serious appearance, Jiang Yan didn't buy it, but hooked the corners of his lips and smiled obliquely:

"What do you want to talk to me about? Well? ”

His voice was low and tactful, as if it was caught in a cube of ice that had not yet melted, rubbing her nerves roughly, and Schumann suddenly felt a stir in his heart:

"Jiang ......"

"Shhhh

Schumann paused, and before he could fully react, a moist and burning sensation hit his lips. However, fortunately, Jiang Yan didn't go deeper, just pecked lightly, then pulled away, and turned around to get his coat on the sofa.

Schumann's heartbeat was like a drum, his brain was a little blank, he looked at Jiang Yan's movements in a daze, and for a while, he actually forgot everything he wanted to ask Jiang Yan before.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing echoed through the room that Schumann woke up suddenly.

Damn, she didn't ask a word of what she wanted to ask just now.

Moreover, didn't Jiang Yan say that he wanted to stay here and "take care" of himself? What about people? That's ...... Let's go?

Schumann was angry for a while, and he couldn't understand what Jiang Yan meant. However, there is nothing wrong with him not having to stay here any longer, and he is happy to be idle.

It's just that......

Just now, he did it on purpose and didn't want to talk to himself?

Or did he already think about what he wanted to talk to him about, and then deliberately avoided it?

……

The next day, early in the morning.

That night, Schumann slept neither well nor badly, as if he had had many dreams in a daze, and when he woke up, he remembered nothing.

Because the case has been closed, the follow-up work will be dealt with, Schumann does not have to go to the police station today, so he lies in bed until more than ten o'clock before getting up.

As a "disabled person", Schumann felt hungry after taking a shower and changing his clothes. When I picked up my wallet and was about to go out to eat, I found that there were only a few changes left in the huge wallet, and even the red Grandpa Mao was gone.

It's no wonder that she usually gets paid to the salary card, and she never takes it when there is nothing to do.

It seems that the money will have to be withdrawn first.

Thinking about it, Schumann took the key and went out of the door, fortunately there was a large bank near his home, Schumann walked to the ATM machine and found that there were words on it for machine maintenance.

The corners of Schumann's eyes twitched inexplicably.

Why is it that all of a sudden, there is an illusion that today's teacher is not good?

The ATM machine can't withdraw money, Schumann can only go to the counter, today is the weekend, and there are many people waiting to get the number. Schumann sat in a corner, boredly picking up his phone and scrolling through the news.

The bank wasn't quiet, but it wasn't noisy either, and you could almost faintly hear the sound of anyone talking.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, a muffled gunshot echoed through the bank hall, shattering the original harmony.

Everything seemed to happen in a thousandth of a second, people screamed, panicked, fled in all directions, bulletproof glass on the counters had shattered, and paper money flew in a flew of papers.

Schumann's heart sank, and his brows couldn't help but lock tightly together.

The door to the bank was now guarded by two men wearing masks, camouflage pants and black vests, each with an AK-47 rifle in their hands, and several other men in the hall wearing masks and armed with rifles, who had also begun to control the panicked crowd.

"Cooperate with each other, hold your head in your hands, and squat on the ground!"

With an arrogant and indifferent voice, people instinctively held their heads one by one, squatted on the ground and trembled, and Schumann also followed everyone and knelt down with difficulty.

If you come out to get money, you can also encounter robbery, and she is really disadvantaged. But the point is, she just wanted to get money and eat when she went out today, and she didn't bring a gun at all.

Schumann paused, raised his head slightly, and looked at the man who was speaking. The man, unlike other robbers, did not wear a face mask, wore a pair of camouflage pants, a black tank top, and a pair of black martin boots on his feet.

The man's facial features are exquisite, but his expression is indifferent, and his face is unabashedly exposed to everyone's sight.

Schumann looked at the man, his eyebrows furrowed.

Such a person is either too confident and arrogant, or too ruthless. is so ruthless, maybe he didn't plan to stay alive at all, so he didn't shy away from being seen.

Schumann's face suddenly became solemn, there were six people on the other side, each with a rifle in his hand, and in addition to her, there were two guards who were capable of fighting on her side, and the rest were innocent people.

What to do?

Schumann's brain was spinning rapidly, and the teller was already trembling and began to pack the money into the travel bags according to the robber's instructions.

Perhaps sensing Schumann's gaze, the man's gaze suddenly projected towards Schumann unexpectedly, and the rifle in his hand was immediately aimed at Schumann.

The muzzle of the gun was pitch black, and Schumann's body stiffened slightly.

Has it been discovered?

"Brother, I caught someone in the VIP, and I almost called the police!"

The man and Schumann looked at each other silently for two seconds, and suddenly another man with a rifle and a mask came behind the man, but the muzzle of the gun was actually aimed at ......

The nerves in Schumann's body tensed up all of a sudden, and her eyes were shining, looking straight at the angular face—

Jiang Yan?

How did he end up here?

Thinking about it, Jiang Yan seemed to be aware of Schumann's existence, and on his originally calm face, his sword eyebrows were slightly twisted.

The man's attention finally turned away from Schumann and looked at Jiang Yan, but Schumann's heart suddenly contracted at this moment.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, another gunshot rang out, and everyone was so frightened that they squatted on the ground and couldn't help but tremble, and even some people began to scream and cry.

This time, gunshots came from the counter. And holding the gun was a man in a bank uniform, and on the counter in front of him, there was another woman in a bank uniform, the woman's eyes were wide, motionless, only her chest, and blood was gushing out.

When the gunshot fell, it was the sound of a shrill alarm, and the man without the mask seemed a little annoyed, holding a gun and shooting at the red alarm in the hall.

"Bang!"

The world is quiet.

Schumann's eyes were red, and he couldn't even help but want to rush forward, these people regarded human life as a mustard, and the dead teller lady, the alarm pressed when she was dying, had also lost its effect.

There are accomplices!

plus the one who just came out of Jiang Yan, there are eight people.

Schumann felt more and more that this robbery was a bit unusual, but now in this situation, he could only try to suppress the anger in his heart and try to ensure the safety of the masses.

In the bank hall, the quiet pin drop can be heard.

While waiting for the money, the man without a mask suddenly curled the corners of his lips and smiled:

"It's so boring, why don't you make a game!"

As soon as the man spoke, Schumann's heart suddenly sank and he looked in the direction where Jiang Yan was. Jiang Yan was already squatting in front of the crowd at this time, separated from Schumann by some distance.

No one dared to respond, and the man was not annoyed:

"I'm sure you've all heard of this game.

Called-

Werewolf kill! ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The white moonlight, through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casts a faint silver light on the ground.

Schumann curled up on the sofa on one leg, languid like a noble cat. A pair of black and bright eyes, as sharp as a cat.

There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom, and Schumann's face was a little annoyed.

She didn't know how she agreed to let Jiang Yan live at home in the name of "taking care" of herself. In the final analysis, it was because her bones were not hard enough that she succumbed to the coercion and temptation of Old Man Shu.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but sigh.

It's just that the man still has a plaster cast on his hand, but he still insists on taking a bath.

Schumann was in a bit messy at this time, not because of Jiang Yan.

The serial corpse dismemberment case was finally solved, and the murderer was also arrested, Zhang Bin was happy, and everyone in the team was relieved, only she seemed to be not happy at all.

During the day, when Qiao Yuwei was leaving, the song she hummed was obviously "Black Sunday". She heard it, and I believe Jiang Yan heard it too.

But at that time, she didn't say anything, and Jiang Yan didn't say anything, the two of them just looked at each other like that, as if they wanted to see something from each other's eyes.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly.

The light of the crystal chandelier was a bit brilliant and psychedelic, and Schumann hoped that he was thinking too much, but it was not. The mysterious world forbidden song continues to appear in the cases she has recently taken over.

Is it a coincidence?

She never believed that there would be so many coincidences in this world.

And the most important thing is that all of this appeared after Jiang Yan came back.

Schumann settled down, she felt that she had the need to have a good talk with Jiang Yan.

Having made up his mind, Schumann's face involuntarily became a little serious, and the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped. Soon, Schumann heard footsteps behind him and approached without hurrying.

Schumann did not turn his head:

"Washed?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer, just pursed his lips and slowly walked to Schumann.

Schumann raised his eyes, his hair was still wet, not dry, locks of hair against his forehead and cheeks, and a pair of deep eyes became moist and bright because of the moisture.

Schumann moved his lips and wanted to speak, but at this moment, Jiang Yan suddenly leaned down and approached Schumann.

He was condescending, and she had no way to retreat.

They were so close that Schumann could see his reflection in his wet eyes, the tiny one. His breath was a little hot, spraying on his cheeks, intertwining with her breathing.

This posture was too ambiguous, Schumann was a little uncomfortable, and then leaned back:

"Jiang Yan, we have to talk!"

Seeing Schumann's serious appearance, Jiang Yan didn't buy it, but hooked the corners of his lips and smiled obliquely:

"What do you want to talk to me about? Well? ”

His voice was low and tactful, as if it was caught in a cube of ice that had not yet melted, rubbing her nerves roughly, and Schumann suddenly felt a stir in his heart:

"Jiang ......"

"Shhhh

Schumann paused, and before he could fully react, a moist and burning sensation hit his lips. However, fortunately, Jiang Yan didn't go deeper, just pecked lightly, then pulled away, and turned around to get his coat on the sofa.

Schumann's heartbeat was like a drum, his brain was a little blank, he looked at Jiang Yan's movements in a daze, and for a while, he actually forgot everything he wanted to ask Jiang Yan before.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing echoed through the room that Schumann woke up suddenly.

Damn, she didn't ask a word of what she wanted to ask just now.

Moreover, didn't Jiang Yan say that he wanted to stay here and "take care" of himself? What about people? That's ...... Let's go?

Schumann was angry for a while, and he couldn't understand what Jiang Yan meant. However, there is nothing wrong with him not having to stay here any longer, and he is happy to be idle.

It's just that......

Just now, he did it on purpose and didn't want to talk to himself?

Or did he already think about what he wanted to talk to him about, and then deliberately avoided it?

……

The next day, early in the morning.

That night, Schumann slept neither well nor badly, as if he had had many dreams in a daze, and when he woke up, he remembered nothing.

Because the case has been closed, the follow-up work will be dealt with, Schumann does not have to go to the police station today, so he lies in bed until more than ten o'clock before getting up.

As a "disabled person", Schumann felt hungry after taking a shower and changing his clothes. When I picked up my wallet and was about to go out to eat, I found that there were only a few changes left in the huge wallet, and even the red Grandpa Mao was gone.

It's no wonder that she usually gets paid to the salary card, and she never takes it when there is nothing to do.

It seems that the money will have to be withdrawn first.

Thinking about it, Schumann took the key and went out of the door, fortunately there was a large bank near his home, Schumann walked to the ATM machine and found that there were words on it for machine maintenance.

The corners of Schumann's eyes twitched inexplicably.

Why is it that all of a sudden, there is an illusion that today's teacher is not good?

The ATM machine can't withdraw money, Schumann can only go to the counter, today is the weekend, and there are many people waiting to get the number. Schumann sat in a corner, boredly picking up his phone and scrolling through the news.

The bank wasn't quiet, but it wasn't noisy either, and you could almost faintly hear the sound of anyone talking.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, a muffled gunshot echoed through the bank hall, shattering the original harmony.

Everything seemed to happen in a thousandth of a second, people screamed, panicked, fled in all directions, bulletproof glass on the counters had shattered, and paper money flew in a flew of papers.

Schumann's heart sank, and his brows couldn't help but lock tightly together.

The door to the bank was now guarded by two men wearing masks, camouflage pants and black vests, each with an AK-47 rifle in their hands, and several other men in the hall wearing masks and armed with rifles, who had also begun to control the panicked crowd.

"Cooperate with each other, hold your head in your hands, and squat on the ground!"

With an arrogant and indifferent voice, people instinctively held their heads one by one, squatted on the ground and trembled, and Schumann also followed everyone and knelt down with difficulty.

If you come out to get money, you can also encounter robbery, and she is really disadvantaged. But the point is, she just wanted to get money and eat when she went out today, and she didn't bring a gun at all.

Schumann paused, raised his head slightly, and looked at the man who was speaking. The man, unlike other robbers, did not wear a face mask, wore a pair of camouflage pants, a black tank top, and a pair of black martin boots on his feet.

The man's facial features are exquisite, but his expression is indifferent, and his face is unabashedly exposed to everyone's sight.

Schumann looked at the man, his eyebrows furrowed.

Such a person is either too confident and arrogant, or too ruthless. is so ruthless, maybe he didn't plan to stay alive at all, so he didn't shy away from being seen.

Schumann's face suddenly became solemn, there were six people on the other side, each with a rifle in his hand, and in addition to her, there were two guards who were capable of fighting on her side, and the rest were innocent people.

What to do?

Schumann's brain was spinning rapidly, and the teller was already trembling and began to pack the money into the travel bags according to the robber's instructions.

Perhaps sensing Schumann's gaze, the man's gaze suddenly projected towards Schumann unexpectedly, and the rifle in his hand was immediately aimed at Schumann.

The muzzle of the gun was pitch black, and Schumann's body stiffened slightly.

Has it been discovered?

"Brother, I caught someone in the VIP, and I almost called the police!"

The man and Schumann looked at each other silently for two seconds, and suddenly another man with a rifle and a mask came behind the man, but the muzzle of the gun was actually aimed at ......

The nerves in Schumann's body tensed up all of a sudden, and her eyes were shining, looking straight at the angular face—

Jiang Yan?

How did he end up here?

Thinking about it, Jiang Yan seemed to be aware of Schumann's existence, and on his originally calm face, his sword eyebrows were slightly twisted.

The man's attention finally turned away from Schumann and looked at Jiang Yan, but Schumann's heart suddenly contracted at this moment.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, another gunshot rang out, and everyone was so frightened that they squatted on the ground and couldn't help but tremble, and even some people began to scream and cry.

This time, gunshots came from the counter. And holding the gun was a man in a bank uniform, and on the counter in front of him, there was another woman in a bank uniform, the woman's eyes were wide, motionless, only her chest, and blood was gushing out.

When the gunshot fell, it was the sound of a shrill alarm, and the man without the mask seemed a little annoyed, holding a gun and shooting at the red alarm in the hall.

"Bang!"

The world is quiet.

Schumann's eyes were red, and he couldn't even help but want to rush forward, these people regarded human life as a mustard, and the dead teller lady, the alarm pressed when she was dying, had also lost its effect.

There are accomplices!

plus the one who just came out of Jiang Yan, there are eight people.

Schumann felt more and more that this robbery was a bit unusual, but now in this situation, he could only try to suppress the anger in his heart and try to ensure the safety of the masses.

In the bank hall, the quiet pin drop can be heard.

While waiting for the money, the man without a mask suddenly curled the corners of his lips and smiled:

"It's so boring, why don't you make a game!"

As soon as the man spoke, Schumann's heart suddenly sank and he looked in the direction where Jiang Yan was. Jiang Yan was already squatting in front of the crowd at this time, separated from Schumann by some distance.

No one dared to respond, and the man was not annoyed:

"I'm sure you've all heard of this game.

Called-

Werewolf kill! ”

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