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After a small episode, the tense atmosphere at the scene because of the case eased a lot. Although Cheng Ziyang said before that he refused to be in a group with Li Dabao, he just talked casually, and Schumann naturally did not agree. Therefore, after the arrangement, everyone went to do their own things, and in the office of the criminal police team, Schumann was suddenly the only one left.

Qiao Yuwei's autopsy report was on her lap, Schumann sat on the chair, hanging his head slightly, and the scorching sun of noon hit her wantonly, as if gilding her with a golden halo.

Schumann has been looking at the autopsy report intently, and it is obvious that the murderer this time is a person with extremely distorted psychology, and his hatred for the deceased Qiao Yuwei is also very strong.

Otherwise, the victim would not have been tortured by such cruel means.

It's just that if it's just because of feelings......

Schumann thought seriously, so he was interrupted coldly, and raised his head a little unhappily and glanced in the direction from which the voice came.

It was a couple of men in overalls, carrying desks and chairs, and moving chairs to the team office.

Schumann frowned:

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

When a leading man saw Schumann, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Hello comrade policeman, we are ......"

"I let them move in!"

Before the man could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted, and Schumann saw that he didn't know when, Zhang Bin actually came in with these people.

Schumann: "Zhang Ju, what are you doing here?" Let's improve the working environment! ”

The corner of Zhang Bin's eyes twitched:

"Improve the fart!"

After a sentence, he suddenly remembered that there were other people around, and then cleared his throat slightly embarrassed:

"There's a new guy on the team, and this desk is for him!"

As he spoke, the men of the commander lifted the table across from Schumann.

The stoning of Schumann's brow did not ease at all:

"There's a new person, who's it? Why didn't I get any news before? ”

Zhang Bin just glanced at her:

"Don't you know now?

Recently, there have been a lot of major cases, and the Provincial Criminal Psychology Office has specially sent a person to assist you in solving the case. ”

After speaking, no matter what kind of expression Schumann had on his face, he turned around and was about to walk out, when Schumann just wanted to speak, he saw him stop halfway again, his eyes seemed to have a deep meaning, and he glanced at Schumann again:

"Someone is coming tomorrow, you pay attention, don't make trouble with someone!"

Schumann: "......"

Conscience of heaven and earth, when has she ever troubled others? What's more, it's still a new colleague!

Schumann wanted to defend himself, but unfortunately Zhang Bin didn't give her a chance at all, and when Schumann came back to his senses, he had already left with the worker, leaving only a set of tables and chairs that had been left opposite her.

Office of Criminal Minds?

I don't know what kind of person will be sent!

Investigations are a long and tedious process, and there are often no clues for several days. So when the rest of the team returned empty-handed in the evening, Schumann didn't react much.

It's just that when everyone saw the extra set of tables and chairs in the office, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Boss, there's a newcomer to the team?"

"Men and women, do you look good?"

"If the woman is in a group with me, my problem has not been solved, and I strongly ask for organizational care!"

"The boss's personal problems haven't been solved yet, you're excited!"

……

A few people laughed and joked, and Schumann laughed along with him, and announced that everyone could get off work.

It's just that Schumann just got into the car and was about to drive, but the co-pilot's door was opened coldly.

Schumann subconsciously turned his head and saw an angular and demonic face, with his eyes closed, leaning on the back of the co-pilot's seat with a quiet expression......

"Jiang ...... Flames? ”

Seeing Jiang Yan at this time, Schumann was still a little surprised. Although Qiao Fei's case had just ended, the two had not met or contacted each other since that night.

But at this time, Jiang Yan came over......

In her mind, she unexpectedly burst out of that night, under the street lamp, Jiang Yan's long and slightly lonely figure, as well as the faintly beating fire between his fingers.

As if sensing Schumann's straight gaze, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes for a moment.

For a moment, the four eyes touched, but there seemed to be a little smile in his eyes:

"Look at what I'm doing, driving!"

Schumann: "......"

This person, don't be so ashamed to speak so seriously!

Stiff face:

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yan closed his eyes again:

"I just got off the plane, and I'm a little tired."

As soon as he said this, Schumann realized that his face really had a little tiredness, especially under the eye sockets, there was a layer of shallow dark circles.

Just got off the plane?

No wonder, he hasn't heard from him for the past two days. It's just that she doesn't care where he goes, what is he doing in her car when he comes back?

"Get out of the car!"

Thinking of this, Schumann's tone couldn't help but be a little colder, and he unceremoniously wanted to kick someone out of the car.

It's a pity that someone sipped it, but he directly pinned his head to the other side, as if he didn't want to take care of her.

Schumann air knot:

"Jiang Yan!"

"One of my secretaries is dead, and the other has been arrested by you!"

In other words, he has no one to pick him up now, so she's going to be responsible?

Schumann was momentarily unable to laugh or cry. Originally, when they met again, she felt that he had transformed from the proud young man in the past into a calm and wise man. But she couldn't have imagined that someone would be a scoundrel, and it would be exactly the same as back then.

Never mind!

"Young Master Jiang, even if you let me drive, okay, you have to tell me where you're going!"

"I'm hungry, just find a place to eat."

Schumann was speechless:

"Didn't eat on the plane?"

"It's unpalatable!"

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

Well, you have money, you are capricious, you are the president, you have the final say!

In the evening, the sun has already set, and the neon lights of the city are staggered and bright, falling on people's faces, only outlining colorful masks.

It's just that what kind of heart is hidden under the mask of these people?

Sin seems to happen all the time.

Schumann finally parked the car in front of a noodle restaurant next to Beicheng University of Political Science and Law, turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, his eyes were still closed, and his expression was peaceful, as if he was really asleep.

Schumann was in a trance for a moment.

Like, it's been a long time since I've seen him asleep.

Schumann was so distracted for a moment that he forgot to wake him up, but in the next second, his eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened abruptly.

In an instant, the four eyes touched, and those eyes were dark and bright, as if they had fallen into the starry sky.

Schumann was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Jiang Yan whisper in a slightly hoarse voice:

"It's beautiful!"

It's beautiful, I open my eyes and you're there!

Memories suddenly washed over the body like a tide, and some things hidden in the depths of memory suddenly spread to the whole body. In the summer of the age of seventeen, he secretly climbed the wall and climbed through the window to enter her room......

A dull ache swept through Schumann's heart, almost subconsciously, and she closed her eyes, turned her head, and said nothing.

Jiang Yan looked at her, but the corners of his mouth were crossed with a slightly bitter arc, but the next moment, he withdrew without a trace and looked out the window:

"I didn't expect you to bring me here!"

With that, Gu Zi pushed the car door and walked down.

He was wearing a black trench coat today, and above his knees, his straight and slender legs were unusually shapely.

Schumann paused for a moment before getting out of the car.

The noodle shop is still the same noodle shop, but the owner has changed, as if the memories of the past are just memories, and they can never be the same as now.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, just ordered a bowl of noodles with Schumann, and then ate peacefully.

Schumann simply ate a boxed lunch in the team at noon, and he was hungry at this time, so he quickly ate a bowl of noodles to the bottom, and then looked up at Jiang Yan, he was still the same as before, eating noodles and pretending to be Sven.

After enduring, Schumann finally didn't say anything.

The two walked out of the noodle shop, and Schumann turned his head to look at Jiang Yan:

"You can get the car back yourself."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this:

"It's not you!"

He said it casually, as if he had said something in the car before, but unconsciously.

Schumann twisted his eyebrows:

"I said why are you still like this after so many years, don't you ask me if there is something wrong, if you are willing to be your driver?"

Jiang Yan shrugged his shoulders indifferently:

"I'm not you, I don't care if you want it or not!"

Schumann: "......"

you!

gave Jiang Yan a cold slap in the face, Schumann immediately turned around in a dashing manner, walked quickly towards the place where he had parked, got into the car, and directly started the engine and galloped away.

Jiang Yan, unexpectedly, didn't chase after him, just stood in place, his hands were slanted in his trouser pockets, and his slender and straight back was a little more strange at the moment.

His dark eyes, like a owl, were always looking in the direction Schumann had left, which was meaningful.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly:

"You don't want to see me so much!"

"But what to do? You know, I've never been a good person! ”

The next day, early in the morning.

As for last night, for no reason, I don't know which one of the wrong tendons to be a free driver for someone, and I also asked for a bowl of noodles, Schumann has forgotten about it.

It's just that when she came to the city bureau and saw the table opposite her, she couldn't help frowning.

Why, all of a sudden, there was a bad premonition?

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

After a small episode, the tense atmosphere at the scene because of the case eased a lot. Although Cheng Ziyang said before that he refused to be in a group with Li Dabao, he just talked casually, and Schumann naturally did not agree. Therefore, after the arrangement, everyone went to do their own things, and in the office of the criminal police team, Schumann was suddenly the only one left.

Qiao Yuwei's autopsy report was on her lap, Schumann sat on the chair, hanging his head slightly, and the scorching sun of noon hit her wantonly, as if gilding her with a golden halo.

Schumann has been looking at the autopsy report intently, and it is obvious that the murderer this time is a person with extremely distorted psychology, and his hatred for the deceased Qiao Yuwei is also very strong.

Otherwise, the victim would not have been tortured by such cruel means.

It's just that if it's just because of feelings......

Schumann thought seriously, so he was interrupted coldly, and raised his head a little unhappily and glanced in the direction from which the voice came.

It was a couple of men in overalls, carrying desks and chairs, and moving chairs to the team office.

Schumann frowned:

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

When a leading man saw Schumann, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Hello comrade policeman, we are ......"

"I let them move in!"

Before the man could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted, and Schumann saw that he didn't know when, Zhang Bin actually came in with these people.

Schumann: "Zhang Ju, what are you doing here?" Let's improve the working environment! ”

The corner of Zhang Bin's eyes twitched:

"Improve the fart!"

After a sentence, he suddenly remembered that there were other people around, and then cleared his throat slightly embarrassed:

"There's a new guy on the team, and this desk is for him!"

As he spoke, the men of the commander lifted the table across from Schumann.

The stoning of Schumann's brow did not ease at all:

"There's a new person, who's it? Why didn't I get any news before? ”

Zhang Bin just glanced at her:

"Don't you know now?

Recently, there have been a lot of major cases, and the Provincial Criminal Psychology Office has specially sent a person to assist you in solving the case. ”

After speaking, no matter what kind of expression Schumann had on his face, he turned around and was about to walk out, when Schumann just wanted to speak, he saw him stop halfway again, his eyes seemed to have a deep meaning, and he glanced at Schumann again:

"Someone is coming tomorrow, you pay attention, don't make trouble with someone!"

Schumann: "......"

Conscience of heaven and earth, when has she ever troubled others? What's more, it's still a new colleague!

Schumann wanted to defend himself, but unfortunately Zhang Bin didn't give her a chance at all, and when Schumann came back to his senses, he had already left with the worker, leaving only a set of tables and chairs that had been left opposite her.

Office of Criminal Minds?

I don't know what kind of person will be sent!

Investigations are a long and tedious process, and there are often no clues for several days. So when the rest of the team returned empty-handed in the evening, Schumann didn't react much.

It's just that when everyone saw the extra set of tables and chairs in the office, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Boss, there's a newcomer to the team?"

"Men and women, do you look good?"

"If the woman is in a group with me, my problem has not been solved, and I strongly ask for organizational care!"

"The boss's personal problems haven't been solved yet, you're excited!"

……

A few people laughed and joked, and Schumann laughed along with him, and announced that everyone could get off work.

It's just that Schumann just got into the car and was about to drive, but the co-pilot's door was opened coldly.

Schumann subconsciously turned his head and saw an angular and demonic face, with his eyes closed, leaning on the back of the co-pilot's seat with a quiet expression......

"Jiang ...... Flames? ”

Seeing Jiang Yan at this time, Schumann was still a little surprised. Although Qiao Fei's case had just ended, the two had not met or contacted each other since that night.

But at this time, Jiang Yan came over......

In her mind, she unexpectedly burst out of that night, under the street lamp, Jiang Yan's long and slightly lonely figure, as well as the faintly beating fire between his fingers.

As if sensing Schumann's straight gaze, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes for a moment.

For a moment, the four eyes touched, but there seemed to be a little smile in his eyes:

"Look at what I'm doing, driving!"

Schumann: "......"

This person, don't be so ashamed to speak so seriously!

Stiff face:

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yan closed his eyes again:

"I just got off the plane, and I'm a little tired."

As soon as he said this, Schumann realized that his face really had a little tiredness, especially under the eye sockets, there was a layer of shallow dark circles.

Just got off the plane?

No wonder, he hasn't heard from him for the past two days. It's just that she doesn't care where he goes, what is he doing in her car when he comes back?

"Get out of the car!"

Thinking of this, Schumann's tone couldn't help but be a little colder, and he unceremoniously wanted to kick someone out of the car.

It's a pity that someone sipped it, but he directly pinned his head to the other side, as if he didn't want to take care of her.

Schumann air knot:

"Jiang Yan!"

"One of my secretaries is dead, and the other has been arrested by you!"

In other words, he has no one to pick him up now, so she's going to be responsible?

Schumann was momentarily unable to laugh or cry. Originally, when they met again, she felt that he had transformed from the proud young man in the past into a calm and wise man. But she couldn't have imagined that someone would be a scoundrel, and it would be exactly the same as back then.

Never mind!

"Young Master Jiang, even if you let me drive, okay, you have to tell me where you're going!"

"I'm hungry, just find a place to eat."

Schumann was speechless:

"Didn't eat on the plane?"

"It's unpalatable!"

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

Well, you have money, you are capricious, you are the president, you have the final say!

In the evening, the sun has already set, and the neon lights of the city are staggered and bright, falling on people's faces, only outlining colorful masks.

It's just that what kind of heart is hidden under the mask of these people?

Sin seems to happen all the time.

Schumann finally parked the car in front of a noodle restaurant next to Beicheng University of Political Science and Law, turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, his eyes were still closed, and his expression was peaceful, as if he was really asleep.

Schumann was in a trance for a moment.

Like, it's been a long time since I've seen him asleep.

Schumann was so distracted for a moment that he forgot to wake him up, but in the next second, his eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened abruptly.

In an instant, the four eyes touched, and those eyes were dark and bright, as if they had fallen into the starry sky.

Schumann was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Jiang Yan whisper in a slightly hoarse voice:

"It's beautiful!"

It's beautiful, I open my eyes and you're there!

Memories suddenly washed over the body like a tide, and some things hidden in the depths of memory suddenly spread to the whole body. In the summer of the age of seventeen, he secretly climbed the wall and climbed through the window to enter her room......

A dull ache swept through Schumann's heart, almost subconsciously, and she closed her eyes, turned her head, and said nothing.

Jiang Yan looked at her, but the corners of his mouth were crossed with a slightly bitter arc, but the next moment, he withdrew without a trace and looked out the window:

"I didn't expect you to bring me here!"

With that, Gu Zi pushed the car door and walked down.

He was wearing a black trench coat today, and above his knees, his straight and slender legs were unusually shapely.

Schumann paused for a moment before getting out of the car.

The noodle shop is still the same noodle shop, but the owner has changed, as if the memories of the past are just memories, and they can never be the same as now.

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, just ordered a bowl of noodles with Schumann, and then ate peacefully.

Schumann simply ate a boxed lunch in the team at noon, and he was hungry at this time, so he quickly ate a bowl of noodles to the bottom, and then looked up at Jiang Yan, he was still the same as before, eating noodles and pretending to be Sven.

After enduring, Schumann finally didn't say anything.

The two walked out of the noodle shop, and Schumann turned his head to look at Jiang Yan:

"You can get the car back yourself."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this:

"It's not you!"

He said it casually, as if he had said something in the car before, but unconsciously.

Schumann twisted his eyebrows:

"I said why are you still like this after so many years, don't you ask me if there is something wrong, if you are willing to be your driver?"

Jiang Yan shrugged his shoulders indifferently:

"I'm not you, I don't care if you want it or not!"

Schumann: "......"

you!

gave Jiang Yan a cold slap in the face, Schumann immediately turned around in a dashing manner, walked quickly towards the place where he had parked, got into the car, and directly started the engine and galloped away.

Jiang Yan, unexpectedly, didn't chase after him, just stood in place, his hands were slanted in his trouser pockets, and his slender and straight back was a little more strange at the moment.

His dark eyes, like a owl, were always looking in the direction Schumann had left, which was meaningful.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly:

"You don't want to see me so much!"

"But what to do? You know, I've never been a good person! ”

The next day, early in the morning.

As for last night, for no reason, I don't know which one of the wrong tendons to be a free driver for someone, and I also asked for a bowl of noodles, Schumann has forgotten about it.

It's just that when she came to the city bureau and saw the table opposite her, she couldn't help frowning.

Why, all of a sudden, there was a bad premonition?

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