The room was quiet, and the headset seemed to isolate her from another world.

Schumann stared at the screen with a pair of eyes, took a deep breath, moved the mouse, and pressed down.

The moment she closed her eyes, the familiar depressing music sounded in her ears, little by little, penetrating her eardrums, and began to erode her nerves, the invisible saw, as if it was on her skin, blood vessels, and bones, slowly moving, making a harsh and sharp sound.

She seemed to see her own blood, slowly flowing out of her skin, bright red, hideous, like the pupils of a beast, bloodthirsty and terrifying.

All around, there was darkness, and in front of her, there was a hideous bright red, such staggering and contrast, making her breathing heavier and heavier.

After a long time, Schumann finally finished listening to the whole piece, slowly took off the headset, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes until he was completely calm.

Her eyes were still staring at the computer screen, but her brain was spinning rapidly at this moment.

Although this song has a hypnotic effect, it definitely does not make people really have the idea of suicide. She had tried to hear it more than once, and Jiang Yan had confirmed it herself.

Besides, if Jiang Wenyue and Fu Jiawei committed suicide because of this music, they would not have booked any air tickets and prepared any trips before they died.

Combined with the surveillance footage he watched at the night bar before, as well as what he saw with his own eyes before Jiang Wenyue's death, Schumann concluded that the criminal himself was a person who was proficient in hypnosis.

Such a perfect technique is simply amazing!

It's just that there are two points now, and she still can't figure it out.

Now it is almost certain that the criminal is coming for Jiang Yan, and even pushing all the evidence to Jiang Yan. However, he killed the woman who had shown favor to Jiang Yan again.

What kind of mentality does this person have towards Jiang Yan?

What is his motive for committing the crime?

Fu Jiawei had contact with many people before his death, and there was no way to investigate. And Jiang Wenyue had disappeared in the bathroom for five minutes before she died, in the end, when did this person perform the final hypnosis on the two deceased?

What is his precise modus operandi?

……

Jiang Yan left Schumann and did not go back to the company, but drove the car directly to a café near the city bureau and went straight to the second floor.

In a private room on the second floor, the coffee was wanton with a sweet and bitter fragrance, Jiang Yan pushed open the door, saw the man sitting inside, and smiled lightly:

"Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Bin sat on the sofa and nodded towards Jiang Yan, who sat opposite him.

"Her subordinates told me that she had withdrawn from the case and was going to take leave, which I could have disapproved, but now she has turned off her phone and I can't get in touch."

Zhang Bin looked at Jiang Yan and spoke slowly, but Jiang Yan just had an indifferent expression:

"Well, I know, I just sent her home!"

Zhang Bin's eyebrows suddenly twisted:

"What the hell are you trying to do? You came to me at the beginning...... It's clear that it's okay, why do you regret it now? What exactly are you going to do? ”

Jiang Yan's thin lips pursed lightly, and a pair of eyes, like obsidian beads, flashed with a faint, dull light. After a moment, he spoke softly:

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry, Schumann's incident was an accident.

For the time being, let's do what she wants! ”

After speaking, Jiang Yan was about to get up, but unexpectedly, Zhang Bin's expression suddenly became gloomy at this moment, as if in the next second, it would be stormy:

"Jiang Yan!"

His voice seemed to have a sharp blade, his eyes were aggressive, but Jiang Yan's face was still unfazed:

"Uncle Zhang, I still have something to do, let's go first!"

After saying a word, no matter what kind of expression Zhang Bin had on his face, he turned around and pushed the door to leave, Zhang Bin's hand on the table clenched hard little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a pair of eyes, but stared at the direction Jiang Yan left, motionless.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Although Schumann was habitually woken up by the biological clock, he was still lying in bed, after all, he had already given himself a holiday, so he didn't need to get up early. But I don't know which one is not long-hearted, but he actually came to smash the door early in the morning, and the smashing was called a touching thing, which made her think that the decoration team came next door.

In the end, forced to care about the door of his house, Schumann could only get up lazily to open the door, but when he saw the long figure at the door, he couldn't help but be stunned:

Lin ...... Lu Xiao? ”

Lin Luxiao's face was a spring breeze, and his warm smile was like a warm sunshine in the morning:

"I went to the police station yesterday afternoon to look for you, and they said that you were on vacation, and I couldn't contact you by phone, so I had to come here in person."

In a word, he explained all the doubts in Schumann's heart, and he knew with his toes that it must have been Li Dabao's 205 address that exposed his home.

While thinking in his heart, how to clean up that traitor Li Dabao, Schumann smiled awkwardly at Lin Luxiao:

"You're looking for me...... Is there something wrong? ”

Lin Luxiao didn't have eyes today, and his body was less gentle and softer, but more tough:

"Won't you invite me in and sit down?"

His tone is casual and natural, like an exchange between old friends. But Schumann knew very well the relationship between her and Lin Luxiao, so he felt in his heart that it was not appropriate to let him in.

But after all, everyone has already found the door of the house, and if it is crooked, it will be a bit hypocritical.

Thinking of this, Schumann immediately moved to the side:

"Come in and talk about it."

"Thank you!"

Lin Luxiao thanked him very gentlemanly, entered the house, and Schumann beckoned him to sit down in the living room, and poured him a glass of water casually. The two sat opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

Unlike Jiang Yan, Lin Luxiao is not the type that makes people feel oppressed, just like at this moment, although he doesn't say anything and sits there quietly, he doesn't feel any discomfort.

It's just that Schumann thought of the somewhat awkward relationship between the two of them, a little unnatural.

Pause:

"Are you looking for me, what's the matter?"

She brought up the old matter again, but Lin Luxiao did not answer, but asked with a smile and a graceful smile:

"Jiang Yan hung up the phone last time, right?"

Last time? Which last ......

There was a stirring in his mind, and Schumann suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a time before, when she and Jiang Yan were driving a car, and then Lin Luxiao called, and then her mobile phone was snatched away by someone and thrown out of the window......

His uncle's!

She actually forgot about it, and she forgot it to death! The most important thing is that someone said that they would pay her mobile phone, right! It's twenty!

Thinking of Jiang Yan, Schumann gritted his teeth unconsciously on his face, Lin Luxiao looked at this and couldn't help but smile lightly:

"Sure enough!"

As soon as Lin Luxiao spoke, Schumann hurriedly restrained his expression:

"I'm sorry, I was busy investigating the case in those days and forgot to contact you!"

"It's okay, I happened to be out of Beicheng for a few days."

"Not in the North City?"

"Hmm." Lin Luxiao nodded lightly: "I need to go to Yancheng for a little work, and I came back at noon yesterday!" ”

Lin Luxiao said naturally, but Schumann suddenly had an alarm bell in his mind.

So, as soon as he came back yesterday, he went to look for himself?

"Then ......" paused, Schumann opened his mouth a little unnaturally, but lowered his gaze slightly, not to meet Lin Luxiao's eyes: "You are looking for me, what's the matter?" ”

This is the sentence that Schumann repeated the most among the countless few words he said after meeting Lin Luxiao. When Lin Luxiao heard this, he couldn't help but purse his lips slightly:

"It seems that I must have something to do before I can find you!"

Schumann was suddenly a little embarrassed:

"It's not...... I didn't mean that......"

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

Schumann was having a headache and didn't know how to continue the topic with Lin Luxiao, but Lin Luxiao suddenly changed the conversation without any sense of disobedience.

"What?"

"It just so happened that I didn't eat either!"

Lin Luxiao said naturally, so he stood up, took off his blazer, and turned around and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Schumann froze in place, and it took several seconds to react, and he quickly got up and chased him into the kitchen.

In the small kitchen, Lin Luxiao had already unbuttoned his shirt at the moment, rolled up his sleeves, loose, revealing his strong forearms, turned sideways to face her, and opened the refrigerator.

His eyes looked around the refrigerator, and he seemed to be a little helpless:

"You live alone, you have to take good care of yourself, and you can't always eat noodles."

While speaking, Lin Luxiao took out two bags of noodles and two eggs from the refrigerator, and Schumann instinctively retorted:

"Who said I always eat noodles, don't I still have eggs?"

Lin Luxiao turned his head and smiled at Schumann meaningfully, then turned around and got busy.

Schumann only felt his temples jump suddenly, looking at the man in front of him in his trousers and white shirt, busy in his own kitchen.

"So...... Are you going to cook noodles? ”

Lin Luxiao turned his back to Schumann, looked at the gas stove in front of him with only a kettle and a frying pan, involuntarily twisted his eyebrows, and for a moment, turned his head, and looked at Schumann meaningfully:

"You usually cook noodles in a kettle?"

Schumann looked calm:

"I don't cook noodles, I eat them all by soaking, so it's enough to have a kettle!"

"What about the eggs?"

"Fry and eat......" Schumann said, only to wake up suddenly, he had forgotten the purpose of chasing in: "That ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Luxiao had already turned around again, bent down and looked for it in the cupboard.

Schumann was stunned:

"What are you looking for?"

Lin Luxiao didn't answer, just rummaged through the cabinets one by one, rummaged through them for a long time, and finally found a brand new unopened cooking pot from the corner of the innermost cabinet of the cabinet.

Schumann's eyes were straight:

"What about this in my house?"

Lin Luxiao's smile was still soft, but Schumann couldn't help but exclaim:

"I have this at home, why don't I know?"