Schumann's brow furrowed more and more, and his fingers began to pound on the table.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but smile.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, her habit still hasn't changed, and every time she thinks about something, she will tap her fingers.

Schumann didn't speak, Qiao Fei didn't know what to say, so he could only sit quietly on the side, but Jiang Yan's deep and meaningful gaze stayed on Schumann and never left for a moment.

Qiao Fei only glanced at it, then lowered his head.

"Qiao Fei!"

Suddenly, Schumann spoke again, his voice calm, invisibly giving people a power to shake people's hearts.

"From the time you and Jiang Wenyue went to the bathroom to the time you returned to the private room alone, did you see any suspicious people?"

"Suspicious people?"

Qiao Fei recalled for a while, then looked at Schumann and replied in a very affirmative tone:

"Nope!"

Schumann nodded and said no more.

Jiang Yan saw that Schumann's question was almost done, and then looked at Qiao Fei:

"You go back first!"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang!"

Qiao Fei replied respectfully, then got up and went to leave, looking like a resolute person.

When there were only two people left in the private room, Schumann and Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan couldn't help but look at Schumann deeply:

"What comes to mind?"

Schumann's solemn face did not ease at all:

"No, although there is not much evidence now, I am almost certain that Jiang Wenyue did not commit suicide?"

"Hmm!"

Jiang Yan let out a low spill from his throat, then picked up the goblet and took a sip of red wine:

"And what are you going to do next?"

What to do?

This is also where Schumann has a headache.

After all, Jiang Wenyue's case has been classified as suicide in the bureau, and the file has been sealed, and it is not under the control of their criminal police team at all. Now that she is going to investigate, there will definitely be a lot of inconvenience.

But if she left it like this and didn't investigate, her conscience wouldn't allow it.

Therefore, next, she has to use her own time to investigate this case alone. In this way, there will be a lot more difficulties.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but sigh heavily. At this moment, Jiang Yan suddenly spoke, using the low, dull, melodious and magnetic voice she was familiar with, and said word by word:

"I'll help you!"

Schumann couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the sound and looked straight at Jiang Yan.

Eyes met, and she saw her own reflection in his eyes, and in the depths of that shadow, there seemed to be something obscure, deep and complex, which was incomprehensible.

Schumann wanted to refuse, originally, he didn't have the need to wade into this troubled water with him. But I don't know why, if I refused, I swallowed it back when it came to my mouth.

After a moment of silence, Schumann looked away and withdrew his gaze:

"Thank you! But with your current status, I'm afraid you'll be busy, if it's inconvenient......"

"Yes to you!"

Before Schumann could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Yan without hesitation:

"I never, will not be inconvenient!"

Schumann's heart slammed, faintly, as if something was in her heart, like a seed, which had taken root and sprouted, growing luxuriant vines, entwined and pulled.