Even with his eyes closed, Schumann could feel that Jiang Yan was right in front of him. The distance between them was so close, so close that you could feel each other's breathing.

The heart, like a drum, and the blood is surging in all directions.

Jiang Yan looked at Schumann's eyes tightly closed, pursed his lips, and his eyelashes moved slightly, and he only felt funny, so he really couldn't help but pick up the corners of his lips.

What is this woman thinking?

Although the two of them are now mixed together all day because of the case, he doesn't understand how Schumann could do anything radical at this time because of the knot in his heart?

He just wants to help her buckle up, okay?

However, before he could make the next move, Schumann suddenly opened his eyes unexpectedly, and he was stunned for a moment, and even simply stretched out his hand and pushed his face aside mercilessly.

"Hey, you're ......"

"Jiang Yan!"

As soon as Jiang Yan said two words, he heard Schumann speak slowly in a calm and almost cold voice.

Jiang Yan paused, turned his head and met Schumann's deep dark eyes.

She paused word by word:

"Let's talk!"

Jiang Yan had a loud alarm bell in his mind, and suddenly felt that his behavior today seemed to be a bit excessive.

Although they met again, Schumann did not shy away from him, and he could even feel that she had been pretending to be with him without a mustard.

But Jiang Yan knew very well in his heart that some things were like broken mirrors, and if the cracks were there, they could not be easily repaired.

Slightly constricted, Jiang Yan sat up straight:

"What do you want to talk about?"

Schumann took a deep breath, and his face looked extremely calm:

"I don't want to know why you didn't say goodbye three years ago, and I don't want to ask you what you're doing when you come back now. We grew up together, and I was asked to pretend I didn't know you, I couldn't, and I was never such a hypocritical person.

But I, and you, can't go back!

Do you understand? ”

This is the first time Schumann has talked about the matter between the two of them directly since they met again, Jiang Yan looked at Schumann, his thin and sexy lips were gently pursed into a straight line, and his jaw became a little sharp because of the force.

Oh, yes!

The two of them can't go back!

But who said they had to go back?

"Okay, I got it!"

Jiang Yan replied softly with a look on his face, and Shu Man was stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

That's it? It's as simple as that?

Seeing Schumann looking at him for a moment, Jiang Yan couldn't help but pick his lips:

"What's wrong? Any questions? ”

"No more!"

Afraid that Jiang Yan would regret it, Schumann blurted out a sentence almost without even thinking about it, and then sat up straight and stopped talking.

So, the best!

The two of them don't have to be awkward in that way.

Jiang Yan glanced at Schumann without moving, and for a moment, an imperceptible light flashed under his eyes, and then he started the car and galloped away.

Schumann, I'm afraid it's a little hard for you to escape from the palm of my hand in this life.

Now it's a bit like an immature white-eyed wolf, and he has to take his time.

Jiang Wenhao and Jiang Wenyue live together, and the place where the two live is a commercial housing community in the west of the city. Because both of them had an accident, the house was empty, and Jiang Yan didn't know where to get the key, so he opened the door directly and took Schumann into the room.

Schumann was a little incomprehensible:

"Do you have the key to Jiang Wenyue's house?"

"She kept it in the company for backup!"

Jiang Yan replied without any sense of disobedience, and Schumann could only pout his lips and not express his opinion. Then he lowered his head and took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan took it suspiciously-

Search warrant?

"When did you get this?" How did he not know?

Schumann had a "I don't have to report to you" expression, and he didn't even bother to give someone another eyelash, and walked directly into the house. Jiang Yan stood at the door with a search warrant, and for a moment, he shook his head with a helpless chuckle.

The little girl is deliberately manipulating him!

Schumann's working state was almost like two people on weekdays, and she looked serious, searching Jiang Wenhao's room attentively and seriously, hoping to find the clues he had mentioned before.

But after looking for a long time, I still found nothing.

Until, Jiang Yan's voice came from the study:

"Schumann, come and see this!"

Schumann was distracted, and hurriedly walked to the study, and saw Jiang Yan sitting in front of the computer, his face was not good.

"What did you find?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer immediately, but directly handed the headset to Schumann, who showed a trace of doubt in his eyes, but still took the belt and put it on his head. Jiang Yan moved the mouse, and finally clicked on a folder on the computer without a note.

There is only one audio file in it.

Clicking on the audio file, a low and eerie music suddenly came from the headset.

It is said to be weird, because Schumann had never heard such a tune before. It was impossible to distinguish what instruments were in it for a while, but in the low and depressing music, it seemed to be sandwiched between people's wails and sizzling frictions, scraping people's eardrums and stimulating people's nerves.

Schumann couldn't help but feel that the hairs all over his body stood upside down, and every note, every tune, seemed to be a blunt knife, cut on people's skin, but without stopping, one at a time, slowly, cutting through the skin, revealing blood.

Schumann was in a daze, a pair of beautiful eyebrows suddenly became a dead knot, and he took off his headphones and exploded towards Jiang Yan:

"What do you do? What is the idea for me to listen to music like this?

When a word came out, even Schumann felt that his tone was a little too heavy, but for some reason, the music just now seemed to inspire the beast hidden in her heart, shouting, rampage, and uncontrollable.

Jiang Yan's expression was gloomy, and in a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon, two dark rays of light suddenly projected:

"Black Sunday!"

"What?"

Jiang Yan's eyes turned slightly, falling on the computer screen, the curtains were drawn in the study, the light was a little dim, and his angular face was refracted by the blue light of the display screen with a strange and deep color.

"I said, this song you just heard is the famous world forbidden song-

Black Sunday. ”

Schumann was stunned, and in a flash of light, something flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to grasp it.

"How do you know this?"

Jiang Yan's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the deep and obscure expression under his eyes, and replied in a calm voice, unable to hear emotion:

"When I was abroad, I had the opportunity to hear a little bit.

The song "Black Sunday", also translated as "Melancholy Sunday", was written in 1933 by the self-taught Hungarian composer Rurance Charles. It is said that it was created by Lulans Charles after he and his girlfriend broke up in a state of extreme grief.

Legend has it that because of its potential hypnotic function, it can stimulate the hidden violence and despair in people's hearts, and in the long run, it will cause people to think of suicide. So it has been listed as a banned song for a long time. ”

Jiang Yan stated in a small voice, and Schumann was terrified when he heard it:

"No wonder I just ......"

As he spoke, he involuntarily glanced at Jiang Yan, and swallowed back the other half of the words that came to his lips.

"This computer belongs to Jiang Wenyue? How did she have this tune? If so, then is it possible that Jiang Wenyue really committed suicide? ”

Schumann said the question in his heart, but Jiang Yan shook his head:

"It is a legend because there is no solid basis. Later, some scholars studied this piece and came to the conclusion that although this "Black Sunday" does have a potential hypnotic function, it must not make people really suicidal. ”

The knot in Schumann's eyebrows deepened, and his eyes remained unblinked, staring directly at the music that was still playing slowly on the screen.

Black Sunday!

Leaving Jiang Wenhao's house, except for the strange appearance of the world's forbidden song, Schumann had no other gains. She didn't know if the clue Jiang Wenhao was talking about was this piece of music, and if so, what did he want to tell himself through this piece? If not, then what is the clue he found?

And that song, like a ghost, lingers in my mind for a long time, and it can't be dispersed, lingering!

After coming out of Jiang Wenyue's house, Jiang Yan's emotions were a little deep, and along the way, he pursed his lips without saying a word, Schumann turned his head and paused:

"How do you know so much about that world forbidden song?"

When Schumann's words fell, Jiang Yan's eyes couldn't help but move slightly, but fortunately, he had a sideways face, so Schumann couldn't catch it clearly.

"Nothing, didn't you just say that? When I was abroad before, I had the opportunity to get in touch with it. ”

Seeing that Jiang Yan looked reluctant to say more, Schumann pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Schumann was sent back to the city bureau, Jiang Yan just said goodbye and drove away, Schumann stood at the door of the city bureau, looking at the tail of Jiang Yan's car gradually disappearing, as if there was something faintly rising in his heart.

She always felt that Jiang Yan seemed to have something to hide.

Entering the city bureau, Schumann first went to the laboratory department and handed over the invisible Bluetooth headset found on the rooftop last night to Qin Feiyang.

"What is this?"

"Evidence, I'm sorry for you, Lao Qin!"

"It's okay, report to me and I'll give it to you as soon as possible!"

Qin Feiyang looked like a businessman, took the headphones and got up to go to the test, Schumann didn't stay long, and returned to the office of the criminal police team, and at this time the people in the team basically came. Schumann organized a meeting to summarize the results of yesterday's investigation.

Li Dabao first reported the results of yesterday's screening and monitoring in the night bar:

"The day before and the day after the death of the deceased Jiang Wenyue, the camera video at the door of the women's bathroom has been screened, and there is no suspicion."

As a result, Schumann was expected, paused, and looked at Wu Wei again:

"How is Zhang Donglai's investigation?"