When he walked out of the interrogation room, Qiao Fei, who was taking notes in the next room, also happened to come out, and when he saw Schumann, he nodded slightly, and his seemingly calm face seemed to have lost the anxiety and nervousness of the explosion during the day.

For some reason, Schumann saw that the eyes he had hidden under the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to be a little different when he looked at him.

In a moment, Qiao Fei had already walked up to Schumann without squinting, and when he passed by her, his steps paused slightly, and then he glanced at Schumann meaningfully.

Because the distance was very close, at that glance, Schumann clearly saw the chill of frost under Qiao Fei's eyes.

Suddenly, the blood in her body seemed to freeze at this moment, and a cold air emanated from her bones. Even, she could almost clearly see that on top of her coagulated, no longer flowing blood, the hexagonal diamond-shaped white frost was condensing little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye—

Blooming, bewitching, shining with a charming and seductive brilliance.

"Huh? Boss, what are you looking at? ”

In her ears, Li Dabao's voice suddenly sounded, Schumann's thoughts were pulled back in an instant, she unconsciously gasped, and a heart in her chest beat violently.

She didn't pay attention to Li Dabao, but searched for Qiao Fei's figure with her eyes.

At the staircase not far away, Qiao Fei's slightly emaciated back flashed, leaving only a heavy security door, swaying slightly.

Schumann chased after him almost without thinking.

Although she didn't know why she was hallucinating like that at that moment, her intuition told her that it was all too unusual. The young man who looked like Sven was definitely not as simple as she imagined.

Is it a delusion?

She needs to be confirmed!

Li Dabao looked at Schumann's almost galloping figure with some inexplicability, and could only stand in place and pout.

The heavy security door at the top of the staircase was pushed open with a "squeak", and the wind rushed in. The voice-activated lights in the corridor were dim, falling on Qiao Fei, who was standing with his back to the window, and he looked at Schumann with an expressionless face.

Schumann stood still, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The voice-activated lights quickly went out, leaving only the faint red flame between Qiao Fei.

In the darkness, Schumann heard Qiao Fei's voice sound low, like a ghost:

"Officer Shu, do you want to smoke a cigarette?"

The voice-activated lights came back on, and Schumann calmed down, and saw that there were many cigarette butts lying on the ground, bloated and festering, and he didn't know who left them.

"No, I don't."

Schumann said, and then took a few steps forward:

"I didn't expect you to smoke."

Qiao Fei brought the half-lit cigarette to his lips, and took a puff of it, the smoke spewed out from his mouth and nose, twisting into a curling shape, slowly rising, and his originally calm face was confused.

"Well, when I have something on my mind, sometimes I smoke one."

Schumann paused:

"Today's incident, scared, right?"

"It's fine!"

He spoke in a calm voice, like a pool of water deposited in a deep well, and remained silent.

Schumann's eyebrows moved slightly, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon hit Qiao Fei's seemingly ordinary facial features. In my mind, I couldn't help but hear the portrait that Jiang Yan had done with the suspect-

Age between 25 and 35 years old, male, stable job...... The main thing is the people around him.

Something was churning in Schumann's mind.

"What do you think about today's bombing?"

She asked casually, but Qiao Fei pursed her lips and chuckled:

"Officer Shu, I'm just an ordinary assistant, what can I think of this kind of thing?"

Schumann pulled his lips silently:

"Yes!"

Slowly retracting his gaze, Schumann leaned his body against the solid wall behind him casually, the cold touch made her body involuntarily excited, and the previous feeling of frost condensing in her body seemed to have returned.

Could it be him?

"Officer Shu."

After being quiet for a few seconds, Qiao Fei had already thrown the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, extinguished it with his foot, and looked up at Schumann:

"Mr. Jiang should still be outside, I have to go back!"

Schumann nodded:

"Good!"

Qiao Fei stepped away, his expression returning to the way Schumann used to look every time he saw him. The sound of the security door opening and closing rang in her ears, but her eyes remained fixed on the ground.

The half of the cigarette butt that Qiao Fei threw down just now had already merged with the previous ones.

Schumann leaned against the wall, but his brain was spinning rapidly.

Gut feeling!

Intuition told him that this Qiao Fei must not be simple. Perhaps it is more likely that the deaths of Jiang Wenyue, Fu Jiawei, and even Jiang Wenhao are related to today's bombing.

If it was really him, then what was his motive for killing? What method and at what time was the hypnosis for Jiang Wenyue and Fu Jiawei?

Something was connecting in his mind, and Schumann paused, then straightened up and turned away from the safe passage.

Jiang Yan came out first, but he didn't leave, but waited outside the police station.

Until Qiao Fei came out and saw Jiang Yan sitting in his car.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Yan's expression was faint:

"Well, finished taking notes?"

Qiao Fei glanced at Jiang Yan's wrapped right arm like a dumpling, and lowered his eyes slightly:

"Mr. Jiang, I'll send you back."

Jiang Yan closed his eyes when he heard the sound, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and leaned back slightly.

The night is slightly cool, and the moonlight is slightly white.

The black car shuttles freely in the neon-lit city, like an unrestrained fish, swimming freely in the vast ocean.

In the small space inside the car, the atmosphere became eeriely silent for a while.

Qiao Fei drove the car intently, and Jiang Yan kept his eyes closed.

Until, at a red light, Qiao Fei suddenly opened his mouth unexpectedly:

"Just now, when I was in the city bureau, I met Officer Shu, and she was not injured."

When Jiang Yan heard this, he raised his eyes lazily:

"Hmm." There was a pause, as if unconscious, and the tone was accentuated:

"The only person in this world who I won't hurt is her!"

Qiao Fei's face was not shocked, but the hand holding the steering wheel involuntarily clenched slightly.

Jiang Yan seemed to be lazy, but he took in this small detail without dropping.

Both of them stopped talking, and in the end, it was Jiang Yan's phone ringing that broke the silence of the arrival again.

Jiang Yan sank and picked up the phone.

"Jiang Yan, it's me!"

Schumann's slightly heavy voice came slowly in understanding, but it was like a ray of sunshine, suddenly shining into his heart covered with black clouds.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Schumann lowered his voice by a few decibels:

"Next, I said, listen, just a simple response to me, do you hear me?"

Jiang Yan's eyebrows were almost visibly twisted slightly, but there was no trace of convergence.

"Hmm!"

"Are you in Qiao Fei's car?"

His car had been burned before, and while there might have been someone else coming to pick him up in one of his other cars, Schumann still needed to make sure.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan responded in a low voice:

"Yes!"

Schumann chuckled in her heart, and an indescribable tension suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, so much so that the hand holding her phone began to tighten hard.

Slightly calmed down, in order to prevent Jiang Yan from showing any clues because of nervousness and surprise, she could only let her tone sound as calm as possible.

While holding the mobile phone, he walked briskly outside:

"Listen to me, Jiang Yan, this Qiao Fei, he definitely has a problem.

Where are you going now, I'll go to you! ”

Jiang Yan leaned back lightly, leaning on the back of the seat a little lazily, half-squinting his eyes, and his eyelashes were long and curly, covering the emotions that flashed under his eyes.

"I'm about to go home, my arm is fine, don't worry, I don't have to come."

There was not a trace of emotion in his voice, faint, as if he was really saying something innocuous about it.

Schumann was distracted:

"Okay, I see, I'll be over right away, you ...... Be careful! ”

As she spoke, she had already run out of the police station and got into her car. Hanging up the phone, she almost didn't hesitate at all, quickly started the car, and galloped all the way towards Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan hung up the phone, his expression still natural.

Qiao Fei turned his head slightly sideways and glanced at Jiang Yan fixedly:

"Is it Officer Shu?"

"Hmm."

Qiao Fei pursed his lips slightly, seemingly hesitating, but in the end, he still didn't distinguish his emotions:

"Mr. Jiang, you and Officer Shu have known each other for a long time?"

Talking about Schumann, the corners of Jiang Yan's mouth suddenly hooked up a beautiful arc:

"The two of us knew each other before we were born, what do you think?"

As he spoke, he paused slightly, and the conversation took a turn:

"Qiao Fei, have you been following me for three years?"

"Two years, eight months and twenty-one days."

"Tsk!" Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh when he heard this: "Sure enough, he is an assistant, and his heart is careful enough, and he even remembers the time so clearly." ”

Qiao Fei's dark and dense eyes looked straight at the brightly lit city streets in front of him:

"Mr. Jiang, for me, you are not only my boss, but also my benefactor and friend......

Jiang Yan smiled, but did not comment, but closed his eyes anew.

Just when Qiao Fei thought that he would not speak anymore, his low and hoarse voice was once again in his ears, and a faint and unexpectedly floated over:

"You say, why is it often the person around you who trusts the most to harm people?"

Jiang Yan's words made the light in Qiao Fei's eyes dim for a moment, but his face was still silent, slowly opened his lips, his voice was calm and cold, but it seemed to come from hell:

"Mr. Jiang—"

While speaking, Qiao Fei braked suddenly, stopped the car in the middle of the road, turned his head, and looked straight at Jiang Yan with a pair of ghostly eyes:

"Are you talking about me?"