Schumann looked at the little policeman and hated iron for not being steel:

"You haven't turned positive yet, have you?"

The little policeman was excited, and instinctively stood in a military posture:

"Team Shu, I ......"

"Don't be nervous!" Seeing that the little policeman's facial features were about to wrinkle together, he hurriedly raised his hand and patted the little policeman's shoulder:

"As far as our people's police are concerned, there is no distinction between them, but whenever we encounter something that endangers good social order, we must exercise our right and stand up to stop it.

Got it? ”

The little policeman blinked twice, turned his head to look at the extremely stylish red supercar standing across the street, and finally nodded heavily:

"Don't worry, Team Shu, I understand!"

"Well, go ahead!"

Punish it, punish it hard, he has money anyway!

Seeing the little policeman walking across the street, Schumann immediately raised his eyebrows, and across the street, raised his hand and gestured to the man opposite with a very imposing middle finger.

Then, under someone's gritted gaze, he swaggered towards his car.

Sao Bao!

Delay her from getting down to business.

Schumann settled down, turned the key, and was about to start the car, but the passenger driver's door was coldly opened. Then, a slender figure in a suit and leather shoes sat in without any sense of disobedience.

Schumann was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked in the direction where Jiang Yan's car was parked across the street, only to see the little policeman standing there helplessly, looking at the direction where he was.

"Two hundred an hour, I gave him two thousand, and I stopped for ten hours first."

Jiang Yan's voice sounded in his ears, and a pair of black eyes looked at Schumann playfully:

"How's it going, are you satisfied?"

Schumann only felt that he was holding a breath of turbidity in his chest, and he hated to play a chest crushing boulder on the spot.

"Are you sick?"

Just drive away and you're done!

Jiang Yan's face was calm, and he even adjusted the seat to find an extremely comfortable posture for himself:

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to a night bar? I'm with you, let's go, drive! ”

Jiang Yan's tone couldn't hear any emotion, but Schumann couldn't help frowning, how did he know where he was going? It's only been half an hour since she hung up the phone, and the office building of Litian Century is half an hour away from the city bureau by car.

Somehow, when he thought of this, Schumann wanted to get him out of the car in his stomach, but he couldn't say it anyway.

And when I look at someone again, I have already closed my eyes and have an expression of "I don't want to pay attention to you".

Schumann gritted his teeth hatefully, turned around, sat upright, started the car, and sped away on the accelerator.

Along the way, Jiang Yan was very quiet and kept his eyes closed. This made Schumann a little unaccustomed. You know, this person used to be extremely energetic, and there was basically no time to stop.

However, it's okay to do that.

The car drove smoothly on the streets of Beicheng, and the atmosphere was a little suffocating in the small space in the car.

Suddenly, a rapid phone rang sound, Schumann was distracted, picked up the phone, but involuntarily glanced at Jiang Yan who was sitting next to him. The latter, on the other hand, still had his eyes closed, unresponsive, and looked as if he had really fallen asleep.

"Hello, I'm Schumann!"

"It's me!"

A deep and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone, and Schumann paused:

"Lin Luxiao? What's the matter? ”

There was a brief silence.

"It seems that you have completely forgotten it, I really don't know what else you have in your head besides the case." Lin Luxiao sighed heavily as if he was a little helpless: "I heard the front desk say that you have left a long time ago, are you back in the bureau, I am outside the city bureau, you can just come out directly after you are busy." ”

“……？”

Schumann's head was a little empty, but as soon as he thought about it, he remembered that at noon, he said that he would send him home when he was done.

She forgot so much!

"I'm sorry, Lu Xiao, I'm not in the bureau......"

Schumann just wanted to apologize, but before he could finish his sentence, a hand suddenly reached out next to him, snatched the phone from her hand, and then shook his hand directly-

The phone flew gracefully out of the window, drawing a beautiful parabola in mid-air.

Schumann's face sank suddenly:

"There's something wrong with you, what are you throwing my phone for?"

As she spoke, Schumann couldn't help but look back, but now there were cars in front and behind, and she had no way to stop, and even if she stopped at this time, the phone couldn't be saved.

"It's noisy for me."

Jiang Yan still had his eyes closed, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. Schumann gritted his teeth and hated to fly this person out of the car window like a mobile phone.

"You threw my phone, what if something comes to me in the bureau?"

"Don't pretend, what I threw away is just your personal mobile phone, isn't the one you work on honestly still there?"

Schumann: "............"

This psychopath, scoundrel, brain-dead!

"You don't have to buy a mobile phone?"

Jiang Yan's tone was flat, but when he heard it, he wanted to be beaten up:

"It's okay, I'll accompany you for ten!"

Your uncle!

Glaring viciously, Schumann then turned his head and looked straight ahead angrily.

She decided that she had to make someone pay her ten...... No, twenty of the newest and most expensive phones!

It's not yet business hours, so when Schumann and the others arrive at the Night Bar, the main gate is closed. But fortunately, the people who work in it are already at work.

Schumann revealed his identity and intentions, and soon a waiter took them in.

Because the lights were not on, the dance floor on the first floor was dark.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Ke, the manager here, is there anything you need us to do?"

While Schumann and Jiang Yan were waiting for the lights to be turned on, someone came over to greet them, and Schumann turned his head and saw a man in his twenties standing in front of him.

"Hello Manager Zhao, I'm Schumann of the Criminal Police Team of the Municipal Bureau, in fact, it's nothing, let's just take a look for ourselves, you go and get busy, don't worry about us."

Manager Zhao nodded in response, but the people didn't leave, and Schumann didn't say anything more when he saw this.

The lights on the first floor were quickly turned on, not the bizarre light of last night, but a very ordinary light.

Schumann looked up at the front of the dance floor, where the round lead stage had been cleaned and there was no trace of last night. Schumann's eyes lit up, and he walked over slowly.

She paced slowly around the leading stage, a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon, but she always stared at the leading stage.

Last night, Jiang Wenyue stood on top of this, and without hesitation, she stabbed her neck with a knife and cut the artery. What was she thinking at that moment? What did she see with her eyes?

And Jiang Yan, who has not spoken since he entered the bar, has a somewhat obscure expression at the moment, and like Schumann, he stared straight at the leading stage, his thin lips pursed gently.

After looking at it for a while, Schumann slowly retracted his thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw a circular infrared camera directly above the stage.

"Manager Zhao!"

Schumann suddenly opened his mouth and said to Zhao Ke, who was still standing aside:

"Please show me last night's surveillance!"

Zhao Ke looked puzzled:

"Didn't that man commit suicide last night? Is there any problem? ”

Schumann's face was cold, but invisibly it seemed to reveal an irrefutable awe-inspiring momentum:

"I can't reveal more now, please cooperate with us!"

Zhao Ke's face flashed imperceptibly with a touch of unnaturalness, but he quickly retracted, and called a little waiter who was cleaning next to him with a calm face:

"You take two officers and bring up last night's surveillance."

"Okay, Manager Zhao." After a pause, he looked at Schumann and Jiang Yan again: "Please come with me." ”

Schumann and Jiang Yan glanced at each other, and each saw something in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything, and followed the little waiter to the monitoring room on the first floor.

The little waiter sat in front of the computer and quickly turned on the monitoring:

"Here, you see, I still have some work to do, so call me if you have something."

The little waiter stood up and walked out, but Schumann stopped him first:

"Is there surveillance in the corridor leading to the restroom on the second floor?"

"Huh? Yes, it's all shown above, and you can just point it out. ”

After speaking, the waiter wanted to leave again, but Jiang Yan directly moved his steps and stood in front of the waiter:

"What are you doing in such a hurry? We're not done yet! ”

He originally looked like a dissolute and uninhibited person, with a slender and straight figure, even if he didn't speak in front of people, it would give people an invisible pressure.

As soon as he stopped like this, the waiter changed his previous calm, and with a pair of eyeballs in his eyes, he began to dodge left and right.

"You ...... What more do you ask? I'm new here and don't know anything! ”

Jiang Yan looked at his cramped appearance, and couldn't help but hook his lips obliquely:

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Who...... Who is nervous! ”

As soon as he was said this, the waiter's face suddenly turned a little pale, and Jiang Yan's eyebrows were slightly raised:

"Oh, just kidding, you go to work, we'll call you if there's something!"

He first stopped the person and said two inexplicable words, and then suddenly released the person, and instead of feeling annoyed, the waiter let out a low sigh of relief, and then ran away and quickly left the monitoring room.

Jiang Yan's behavior just now was seen by Schumann, but he didn't stop it. She thought that Jiang Yan should be the same as her, and she felt that there was something wrong with this bar.

It's just that now there are more important things.

Settle down, turn the mouse, and look through the monitoring.

Jiang Yan sat down on the chair next to her, but instead of staring at the computer screen, her eyes stared deeply at Schumann's side face, silent.