Schumann keenly caught the strangeness in Qiao Fei's eyes, and his eyebrows immediately moved slightly, and quickly calmed down.

Qiao Fei raised his hand and pushed his glasses:

"Half a year ago, Jiang Wenyue once openly pursued Mr. Jiang, and the whole company knew about it, but Mr. Jiang's attitude was very clear and he rejected her directly.

I tried to persuade her, but she didn't give up, and waited until some time later, and one day, she suddenly told me that she had given up. ”

"Did anything happen to the two of them in between?"

"I don't know."

Cheng Ziyang didn't feel anything unusual, so he continued to ask.

Schumann sat next to Cheng Ziyang and did not speak from beginning to end. She couldn't help but recall that when she saw this person at the dinner table for the first time, it seemed that in front of Jiang Yan, he would unconsciously transform into another person.

Next, Cheng Ziyang asked a few more questions, but he didn't get any valuable clues, so Schumann signaled that Cheng Ziyang could take people away.

Back in the office, according to the previous visit and investigation in Litian Century and today's interrogation of Jiang Yan and Qiao Fei, several people sat down and did a simple analysis of the case.

"Now it can be determined that the deceased Jiang Wenyue and Fu Jiawei, as well as Jiang Yan, the president of Litian Century, had more than a working relationship."

It was Cheng Ziyang who spoke, and after saying a word, he couldn't help but glance at Schumann. And Schumann just looked intently at the notes in his hand, a pair of eyes, as deep as the sea under the night sky, churning with incomprehensible terrifying waves.

Zhao Ke is another woman in the team besides Schumann, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart:

"Tsk, let's just say that these rich people, none of them are good things."

Li Dabao was about to sweat when he heard this, and directly scolded Zhao Ke with his arm, Zhao Ke didn't know why:

"What are you scolding me for?"

Li Dabao: "......"

I want to scare you to death, okay?

The eyes of the group couldn't help but fall on Schumann, but Schumann seemed to have not heard their words at all, and for a moment, he raised his head and looked intently at the whiteboard in front of him.

There are photos of Fu Jiawei and Jiang Wenyue dying on it, two people, four eyes, are looking at her. A pair of eyebrows frowned slightly.

Something seems to be gradually becoming clearer.

"Old ...... Boss, Xiao Ke is a little lacking in heart, don't go to your heart! ”

"You're lacking eyes! Your whole family is short of eyes! ”

Zhao Ke replied unconvinced, Li Dabao didn't want to talk to her at the moment.

Suddenly, Schumann retracted his gaze without warning, and said expressionlessly:

"Judging from the clues we have now, Jiang Yan's suspense is indeed the greatest. Now that the suspect has been identified, the next step is to step up the investigation.

First of all, Jiang Yan and the two deceased have any other relationships or conflicts besides what we have learned. This is likely to be the motive for the criminal's murder.

In addition, both of the deceased appear to have committed suicide on the surface, and the suspect has no direct time to commit the crime. In addition to Jiang Wenyue's mysterious five minutes in the women's bathroom of the night bar, in addition, did Fu Jiawei have any contact with the suspect on the day she jumped off the building, and if so, how did the suspect use to make them commit suicide?

These need to be further followed up and confirmed. ”

Speaking of this, Schumann suddenly paused, and on a fair face, his expression was extremely cold, and there was only a pair of burning eyes, as if projecting two rays of light that were enough to shake people's hearts:

"I have private contact with the suspect in this case, so I need to avoid this case.

Old Wu! ”

"Yes!"

"Next, this case will be handed over to you to be responsible, I will take a vacation for a while, the case does not have to be reported to me, if there is anything to do directly to Zhang Ju, everything will go according to the procedure!"

"But Team Shu, Zhang Ju didn't say ......"

Wu Wei wanted to refute, but before he could finish his sentence, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Schumann:

"I'll take care of it there! Still have questions? ”

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say at such a time.

Schumann: "Since there is no problem, let's go and get busy!" ”

After speaking, he took the initiative to take off the documents on his chest and handed them to Li Dabao, who was closest to him:

"Keep it for me first, I'm leaving!"

"Hey...... Ay? What are you talking about, boss? ”

Li Dabao stared at his eyes wide, only feeling that the police officer card in his hand was heavy. But Schumann had already stood up at this moment, and walked out without looking back.

At that moment, there seemed to be a thread in her head that ran through it all. She didn't know if she was right, and there were still many things to confirm, but now it seemed that she had to voluntarily withdraw from the case.

Because only in this way can the person who hides in the dark and peeps at everything unscrupulously take the initiative to appear.

Walking out of the police station, the midday sun was blazing, shining on the face, and people couldn't help but squint.

The phone in his pocket rang, Schumann took it out, watched Zhang Bin's two big words jump on the screen, then smiled, turned off the phone, and put it back in his pocket.

On the street opposite the city bureau, a sullen red Ferrari supercar stopped suddenly, and Jiang Yan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was looking at him from a distance at the moment.

His eyes are so deep that even from a distance, they can still be distinguished at a glance.

Schumann smiled, stepped forward, walked over, and consciously opened the co-pilot's door and sat in.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a joke in his eyes:

"How do you know I'm waiting for you?"

Schumann was expressionless: "Isn't it? Then I can go down now. ”

Jiang Yan was a little speechless, why was the little girl still so ruthless when she spoke. Fortunately, she just talked, and didn't really make any moves. Jiang Yan paused, and then started the car.

The Ferrari supercar sped away like an arrow on a string, but neither of the two people in the car noticed that at this moment, there was a pair of eyes, hidden in the dark shadow of the sun, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, pressing them closely.

The car was very quiet, and Jiang Yan's slender and white fingers were as green as green onions, casually resting on the steering wheel:

"I'm an important suspect in this case, you and I are so close, it's not in accordance with the rules!"

"Hmm!"

Schumann nodded lightly, and let out a low voice from his throat:

"Therefore, I have voluntarily given up the right to handle this case, and now it is vacation time."

Jiang Yan was a little surprised, his eyes lit up slightly, and a pair of sword eyebrows that flew into his temples immediately involuntarily twisted up:

"You ......"

"Jiang Yan!"

Schumann stared ahead, his expression so determined and so open that it was impossible to look directly:

"Your account, I'll settle it with you later, first tell me what you think of!"

Jiang Yan's thin lips pursed into a straight line slightly, and his long eyelashes made a dark shadow under his eye sockets, making it impossible to see clearly what was revealed in his eyes at the moment.

Sure enough, she noticed it. And, as stubborn as ever.

Jiang Yan shook his head a little helplessly, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly:

"I'll first follow the clues that are known now and give you a portrait of a suspect.

The suspect, male, between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five, has a stable job, a good income, and a certain social status. There is a strong hatred for women who are prejudiced against women, especially those who have a chaotic private life, or who actively pursue men despite being reserved.

A single-parent family, who grew up with a father or an adult male, has been emotionally traumatized.

In addition, this person is the person next to me! ”

Schumann listened quietly, and the portrait of the suspect given by Jiang Yan was similar to what he judged.

"Do you have a goal?"

Jiang Yan's eyes dimmed, and for a moment, there seemed to be an undercurrent flowing through, but it quickly dissipated without a trace, and in the end, he just shook his head:

"Not yet."

When Schumann heard this, he suddenly turned his head sideways and looked at him:

"How do I feel that your portrait was made for yourself?"

Jiang Yan doesn't seem to care at all:

"This man was originally coming at me."

Schumann pursed his lips and didn't answer, but Jiang Yan began to ask rhetorically:

"Schumann, I know what you're going to do, I don't agree!"

Jiang Yan guessed his intentions, Schumann was not surprised at all, then raised his eyebrows, and mercilessly rewarded someone with a great roll of the eyes:

"How old are you?"

Jiang Yan: "......"

Schumann: "I am the people's policeman, and it is my duty to catch the criminals and avenge the deceased, and it has nothing to do with other things. You just need to cooperate, and please keep other comments to the table. ”

Jiang Yan didn't speak for a long time, but he just drove the car seemingly calmly, and Schumann could even hear his slightly heavy breathing.

Suddenly, he was low and hoarse, and a cool voice came into his ears.

He said:

"Since you've decided, I'll protect you!"

Schumann's heart moved, and at that moment, it was as if a feather was gently swept in the softest place in his heart. She looked away, refusing to look at Jiang Yan's angular face,

The view outside the car window slowly flashed in front of her eyes, leaving only a small shallow shadow under her dark eyes, which soon disappeared.

She never doubted that Jiang Yan could guess her intentions, but after all, after three years, he no longer knew himself as well as he used to, so he must not have imagined it......

After Jiang Yan sent Schumann back to the apartment, he answered the phone and left. Schumann entered the apartment alone, and the empty room made people feel a little depressed, but fortunately, she had already gotten used to it.

Entering the study and sitting at the desk, Schumann took out the mobile phone that had been turned off and put it aside, then opened his mailbox, found the email sent to her by a colleague in the technical department before, and downloaded the file called "Black Sunday".

The sun was behind her, but there was no way to warm the coldness that was gradually flowing in her blood at the moment, her eyes were cold, staring at the computer screen, taking a deep breath, slowly, put on the headphones.