Checking monitoring is a waste of time and a lot of tedium.

Schumann only asked him about the time he came last night, and then began to check the monitoring without saying a word, and never communicated with Jiang Yan again.

Soon, she found Jiang Yan and them on the surveillance, and the situation was similar to what he and Qiao Fei had said before. After Jiang Wenyue entered the private room, she never came out.

Until, an hour later, the door to the private room they were in opened, and two figures stepped out of it.

Schumann's gaze sharpened at once, staring at the picture without blinking for a moment.

It was Jiang Wenyue and Qiao Fei, from the private room to the corridor, although the two were side by side, they always maintained a certain distance from each other. Jiang Wenyue seemed to have drunk a little too much, her steps were a little unsteady, and she would lean towards Qiao Fei from time to time, but the latter seemed to be very deliberate, avoiding it every time without a trace, and not having the slightest physical contact with Jiang Wenyue.

Seeing this, Schumann couldn't help but twist his eyebrows:

"This Qiao Fei...... Bad relationship with Jiang Wenyue? ”

As she spoke, she involuntarily turned her head to look at Jiang Yan, and then coldly crashed into a pair of deep but emotionally complex eyes.

Schumann was all too familiar with these eyes, arrogant, disdainful, indifferent, provocative, and playful...... From childhood to adulthood, she has seen all kinds of colors.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a little strange.

Because at that moment, these eyes that she was already familiar with in the bone marrow, but there seemed to be more, things she had never seen before, but she couldn't understand.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to expect Schumann to suddenly turn his head, and his gaze froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and soon disappeared along with those emotions that Schumann felt unfamiliar.

"How do you say that?"

Schumann blinked twice, and found that the things he had seen before were gone, and he suddenly felt that maybe he was a little dazzled by looking at the computer for a long time, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Look—"

After a pause, Schumann raised his hand and pointed to the screen:

Jiang Wenyue leaned towards him several times, but he deliberately dodged away. I think that if he doesn't hate Jiang Wenyue, he hates women! ”

Jiang Yan looked in the direction of Schumann's finger, and on the screen, he saw Qiao Fei dodging to the side.

It's just that before he could say anything, he saw Jiang Wenyue on the screen suddenly unstable under his feet, and then this time, he fell directly and heavily towards Qiao Fei.

Qiao Fei didn't dodge this time, just hugged Jiang Wenyue virtually, and after a moment, straightened her body, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Because of the whole process before, Qiao Fei and Jiang Wenyue in the picture were facing away from the camera, so Schumann never saw the expressions between the two, but now, he suddenly turned his head, and Schumann didn't know how, as if it was intuition, and looked directly at his face.

Vaguely, his expression was a little unclear, but Schumann could feel it at a glance, and his expression seemed to be a little ......

Cold!

"Look at me!"

Seeing this, Schumann couldn't help but say, but he didn't think too much, anyway, Qiao Fei had already walked out of the picture, she turned the mouse, and changed another camera to see Jiang Wenyue's figure.

Jiang Yan replied lightly when he heard this:

Qiao Fei ...... is not aimed at Jiang Wenyue, he usually tries to avoid physical contact with colleagues in the company. ”

"Huh?"

It was the first time Schumann had heard of such a thing:

"Does he have a cleanliness fetish?"

"Sort of!"

Jiang Yan's answer didn't hear any emotion, and Schumann pursed his lips:

"Sure enough, what kind of boss there is, what kind of employees there are."

Jiang Yan couldn't laugh or cry:

"According to what you say, there are thousands of employees up and down my company, and everyone is different, so don't I want to split into thousands of personalities?"

Schumann was speechless, anyway, she hadn't been able to talk about him a few times since she was a child, and she was used to it.

Jiang Wenyue in the picture was still walking forward, and soon entered the bathroom, and after about five minutes, she walked out, but this time she did not go in the direction of the private room, but went downstairs directly.

Not only that, Schumann also saw that in her hand, she was holding a silver, fruit knife!

"Here!"

Schumann couldn't help but let out a sound, and hurriedly pressed the mouse to freeze the picture.

Jiang Wenyue on the screen was wearing a long black dress, wrapping her slender figure in a concave and convex manner, and her long black hair was scattered over her shoulders and the side of her face, blocking her expression.

Schumann's heart beat at this moment.

When he turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, he found that he was the same as himself, his expression was a little solemn.

"Don't worry, let's look down."

Jiang Yan said a word, Schumann nodded immediately, and pressed the mouse to play again. Jiang Wenyue went downstairs and shuttled on the dance floor until she walked to the leading stage.

There were many people on the dance floor, but no one noticed that a man with a fruit knife and about to end his life walked past them, so as to stop her, prevent a suicide from happening, and save a life.

What happened later, Schumann had already experienced it himself last night, and when he watched it again, he still felt a little heavy breathing.

There was only one light bulb above the head in the monitoring room, the wattage was not very large, and it was not bright enough, and there was a depressing breath in the air slowly flowing, like the eve of a rainy day, which made people depressed.

No one spoke, so Schumann watched the video with his eyes open. Then I adjusted to the beginning, and watched it carefully twice from beginning to end, making sure that there was nothing else to discover, and then turned off the video.

When I left, I ran into Zhao Ke again.

"Two of you are leaving?"

There will be no video in the women's restroom, and there is no use in staying. Schumann nodded:

"Thank you, Manager Zhao, if there is a need, we will come to you at any time."

"Okay, let's go slowly!"

Zhao Ke accompanied the smiling face, but Schumann and Jiang Yan could see that this Zhao Ke seemed to feel relieved about their departure. It's just that the two still didn't say anything.

When the two walked out of the night bar, they found that it was already getting late.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Yan spoke:

"That manager Zhao and that waiter, both have problems. But it shouldn't be a big deal, it's probably an illegal business or something. ”

"Hmm." Schumann replied as he started the car: "I'll ask the colleague in charge of this area to come and have a look when I get back." ”

After saying a word, the two fell silent.

Schumann's mind is now full of Jiang Wenyue's figure in the surveillance screen. After watching the monitoring, Schumann only felt that things seemed to be getting more and more confusing.

In the five minutes that Jiang Wenyue was in the bathroom, who did she see, what happened, did someone else put it there unintentionally, and she happened to get it, or did someone deliberately let her get it?

And before she died, from leaving the private room to the bathroom, and then from the bathroom to the leading stage, until she got the cut artery in these short ten minutes, what was she thinking?

Just when Schumann twisted his eyebrows and thought to himself, Jiang Yan's voice came from his ear in a low voice:

"I can give you a simulation of Jiang Wenyue's psychological portrait before she died."

Schumann was stunned.

By the way, he had previously studied criminal minds at Beicheng University for three years, and he was still a top student.

Suddenly remembering the past, Schumann's heart couldn't help but burst with a sour and dull pain, but fortunately she hid it well, just holding the fingers of the steering wheel, inadvertently, tightened hard.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Jiang Yan glanced at Schumann's hand on the steering wheel, paused, lowered his eyes, looked away, and slowly closed his eyes.

In front of her, there was the hallway of the night bar, and the dim light above her head shone on her face, making her a little dizzy. Because of socializing, she drank a lot of wine before, and she felt a little weak in her steps.

Next to him was Qiao Fei, who worked with him, she walked unsteadily several times, leaning towards him, and he dodged without a trace.

She didn't care too much, this person had some quirks, and she didn't like physical contact with people when she was usually in the company.

Her head became more and more dizzy, and suddenly, her feet tilted, and then she leaned towards Qiao Fei's body.

Qiao Fei grabbed her, but soon, he let go again. This time, he simply let her go to the bathroom alone, and he turned around and went back to the private room.

She smiled and walked back to the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, she went to solve it first, and then stood in front of the washstand to wash her hands, her cheeks were a little red in the mirror, but she was very young and beautiful. Tomorrow she will be on vacation, and this trip has been in her mind for a long time.

Suddenly, an invisible hand reached out to her in the mirror, holding a sharp fruit knife.

I don't know why, at that moment, her mind was a little empty, and the ghost raised her hand to take the fruit knife.

She walked out of the bathroom, downstairs, and onto the dance floor.

The lights overhead were brilliant, the music in the ears was noisy, and the people around them were writhing their bodies wantonly.

At a glance, she saw the lead stage at the front of the dance floor.

It's the tallest and the most striking!

Then, invisibly, as if there was a hand on her back, pushing her, slowly, step by step, walked onto the leading stage.

No one looked at her, she was scared, crazy, screaming. But no one noticed her, because all of that was done by another person in her body at the moment.

Finally, she raised her hand and stabbed her neck with a knife.

After a while, she could clearly feel the blood spurting from her neck, so turbulent.

……

The car was still quiet, Schumann pursed his lips, thinking back to the situation when Jiang Wenyue died that Jiang Yan simulated just now, and suddenly, something flashed in his mind......