The little policeman in the technical department saw Schumann stop halfway, and thought that something was wrong, and just wanted to speak, he heard Schumann lower his voice and said very meaningfully:

"You should be glad you only listened for two seconds!"

After speaking, Schumann's figure quickly disappeared into the technical department, leaving only the little policeman staring at a pair of eyes, looking at the direction where Schumann left in puzzlement.

Fu Jiawei, like Jiang Wenyue, had been exposed to this hypnotic piece before his death, which made the previous deadlocked case suddenly make new progress.

……

The atmosphere of Litian Century today is a little tense, because people from two important departments just died a few days ago, and today a large number of policemen came and began to ask this and that, so they all began to secretly suspect and communicate privately.

The people from the criminal police team were arranged by Schumann to go down to do the usual questioning, and she herself came to Jiang Yan's office.

Jiang Yan had long known that someone was coming from the police station, and he also knew that Schumann would come to look for him, so it was natural to see Schumann appear, and he even made coffee a long time ago.

Schumann looked at the smoky, steaming coffee in front of him, and did not speak for a long time.

Moment:

"I remember you didn't like to drink the Blue Mountains!"

Jiang Yan looked calm:

"I've changed my taste too, okay?"

Schumann was stunned for a moment, only feeling that this sentence was a little familiar, but he didn't remember when he said it for a while, so he simply didn't care, and began to get straight to the point:

"The inspection report of that headset came out, and it was confirmed that it was the second deceased, Fu Jiawei, and it was ......"

After a pause, Schumann's eyes became a little deeper:

"There is a piece of destroyed audio data in that headset, but it has been recovered by our colleagues in the technical department, you ......"

"Black Sunday!"

Before Schumann could finish his sentence, he was lightly interrupted by Jiang Yan.

Schumann was stunned:

"You already knew?"

"Guess!"

Schumann didn't speak, the air was quiet, and the sunlight projected into the huge office through the huge glass window, shining unscrupulously on Jiang Yan's body.

He sat there, like a backlit silhouette, the contours of his face unusually clear, only the eyes that were as dark as a deep well, deep, cold, and flashing with a dull light.

The coffee in front of me was still steaming, and my vision was a little cloudy.

I don't know why, looking at Jiang Yan like this, a strong thought suddenly rose in Schumann's heart-

Jiang Yan......

Something to hide from her!

From the beginning, he saw the calm of Jiang Wenyue's death, and then said in the same calm tone that her death was not suicide, and then later, Fu Jiawei's death, Jiang Wenhao's accident......

It was as if she was in the center of a great whirlpool, and he stood at the edge of the whirlpool, his eyes down, condescending, like a god king, looking at her.

Schumann's fingers hanging from his knees tightened suddenly:

"I want to know a little more about that tune!"

She and he knew each other too well, so they knew that if they deliberately concealed it, then no matter how they asked, they couldn't ask a word. So, it's better to start with something else.

Jiang Yan looked straight at Schumann, his eyes seemed to be insightful, and for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised lightly with unknown meaning:

"I don't know a lot, and besides, I've already told you!"

Schumann paused when he heard this, then stood up:

"Okay, I see, I'll look for you again if necessary!"

After speaking, without waiting for Jiang Yan to reply, he got up and walked out.

Could it be him?

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Schumann only felt a chill down his spine, and the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end at this moment.

If it's really him......

Does she want to find out the evidence herself to prove that he is the murderer, and then handcuff him and send him to prison with her own hands?

Jiang Yan didn't stop him, just sat quietly in the chair, motionless, if it weren't for the occasional flickering eyelashes, people would mistakenly think that it was just a beautifully made sculpture.

His eyes were like torches, and he kept chasing Schumann's back.

As she thought, they knew each other too well, so sometimes a look, a movement, he knew what it represented.

Because of deep love, even a small change is enough to turn into a net, trapping it firmly and breaking free.

The little girl is starting to doubt him!

Hehe!

And no wonder!

If it were him, he would be suspicious!

……

Coming out of Jiang Yan's office, Schumann went to the public relations department on the twelfth floor, intending to meet Li Dabao and Cheng Ziyang, but from the beginning, her mood was inexplicably heavy, as if she was pressed by a thousand catties of boulders, unable to breathe.

No! It won't be him!

If it was him before, of course not! But for three years, he has been missing for three years, who knows if three years will change a person? Let him take his life for some purpose!

"Hey, what the hell are the police doing today? Didn't Mr. Fu and Lucy both commit suicide?

A sound pierced through the overlapping ridges and into the eardrums, and Schumann's mind suddenly stirred and stopped.

Where she is located is the pantry on the twelfth floor, there are two women talking in it, what Mr. Fu said should be Fu Jiawei, as for Lucy, Schumann remembered that Jiang Yan said that Jiang Wenyue's English people are called Lucy.

"That's not for sure!"

"You're saying they didn't commit suicide? But when the two of them died, so many people saw it with their own eyes! ”

"You know what, if you don't have any suspicions, the police will come and ask?"

"Hey, really, two lives have occurred in just a few days, and our stocks have been affected, and I don't know if Mr. Jiang will be upset!"

"What the are you doing!"

As he spoke, the voice suddenly lowered a little, adding a bit of mystery and tension to the already doubtful atmosphere:

"I can tell you, don't worry about Mr. Jiang, Fu Jiawei and Jiang Wenyue were both people who had scandals with Mr. Jiang before, how about now?"

"Oh, don't scare me!"

The two laughed and walked out, and as soon as they reached the door, they saw a pale Schumann. Perhaps seeing the document pinned to Schumann's chest, the two suddenly looked at each other and walked away quickly around Schumann.

Schumann stood motionless, thinking about the words of the two men just now.

Jiang Yan really has a problem!

He was hiding the relationship between the two dead and him alone!

In his heart, as if an invisible hand was grabbing, he pressed hard and relaxed, and Schumann closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

"Boss!"

In her ears, someone called her, Schumann opened his eyes, but he still couldn't hide the paleness of his face.

Li Dabao had no heart or lungs, and he didn't see anything unusual, but Cheng Ziyang noticed that something was wrong with Schumann at a glance:

"Boss, your face is not good, are you uncomfortable?"

Schumann paused and shook his head slightly:

"What's the catch?"

"Nope!"

The two shook their heads in frustration, Schumann pursed his lips and did not speak, followed the two downstairs together, and waited until everyone had finished making a record of the inquiries before the group left.

Jiang Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the twentieth floor, looking at the police cars downstairs that had been greatly reduced because of the distance, driving away from his line of sight little by little, and in his eyes as sharp as owls, two lights of unknown meaning suddenly burst out.

At your feet, the city is bustling, and in front of you, the sun is raging.

But where there is sunshine, there is darkness.

On the way back, Schumann did not speak, and when he returned to the police station and the group was about to have a meeting, Schumann suddenly got up and walked out without saying a word.

Li Dabao instinctively wanted to ask, but was stopped by Cheng Ziyang's sharp eyes.

Li Dabao looked at Cheng Ziyang who was pulling him inexplicably, but Cheng Ziyang just shook his head silently.

Schumann came to Zhang Bin's office.

"How? What is the progress of the case? ”

Seeing Schumann, Zhang Bin immediately asked, he was originally serious, and he was born as a soldier, so even if he was sitting, he gave people an awe-inspiring righteousness.

Schumann lowered his eyes slightly:

"Zhang Ju, I think I should avoid this case!"

Zhang Bin didn't seem to be surprised, a pair of bright eyes, staring straight at Schumann:

"Why!"

Schumann clenched his fingers on the case:

"The suspect in this case and I grew up together and used to be a couple!"

Zhang Bin looked at Schumann and did not speak immediately, but reached out to pick up the teacup on the table and took a sip unhurriedly:

"Do you think Jiang Yan is suspicious?"

After all, Zhang Bin still took the name she couldn't say, and instead of her, she said it.

She didn't believe that Jiang Yan would kill people, but the evidence and clues in front of her seemed to be like an invisible hand, pushing everything, pressing step by step.

There was something in Schumann's chest, and it hurt one by one, but she had the words "Policeman" on her head and three dead people on her shoulders......

"Yes!"

Zhang Bin put down the teacup:

"Since there is a suspect, follow the procedure and continue to investigate and collect evidence.

As for you......

Different avoidance! ”

Schumann was a little surprised, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Zhang Bin puzzled, did she hear it wrong?

Those people in the team don't know the relationship between her and Jiang Yan, but he is equivalent to watching the two of them grow up since he was a child, and he won't be unclear. In this case, he actually told himself that he didn't need to avoid it......

"Zhang Ju ......"

"Jingle bell—"

Schumann still wanted to speak, but the phone on Zhang Bin's desk had already rang, Zhang Bin picked up the phone and put it to his ear, but his eyes were looking at Schumann:

"You go back first, just do what I say, and come back to me if you have any questions!

Remember, you're a police officer! ”

After saying that, he concentrated on talking on the phone.

Schumann didn't understand, and was even more resistant, but Zhang Bin had already decided, she stood in place for a moment, and finally nodded silently, turned around and went out.

She didn't know what kind of state she was in when she returned to the team, but the moment she pushed open the office door, something seemed to be in her heart, and slowly became firm.