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Schumann's thin lips pursed slightly, but he didn't reply immediately.

Compared with knowing Qiao Fei's distorted and perverted heart, what shocked Schumann even more was that Jiang Yan had been sending people to protect him secretly.

The few black-clothed people I met in the hospital were the people sent by Jiang Yan to protect him.

Schumann couldn't say what he was feeling.

He first threw himself down when the car exploded, and then he has been looking for someone to protect him, is he doing all this because he already knew that Qiao Fei was the murderer, so he didn't want to be involved by him, or because of something else?

Schumann closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress these emotions and doubts in his heart.

"Where did the bomb come from?"

"You must have tested it, but it's not a bomb, it's just a simple small bomb that I bought from a chemical store.

It's my first time doing it, and there's a lot of imperfection in it! ”

Otherwise, it couldn't have been just a warning to her.

Schumann's face was calm:

"Since you said that you love Jiang Yan and kill people for him, but if you put the bomb in his car, aren't you afraid that he will also be injured?"

"Of course I won't let him get hurt!"

At this time, Qiao Fei was like a wounded beast, and his emotions would be irritated anytime and anywhere.

However, this time, before Schumann could speak, Jiang Yan, who was sitting next to him, opened his mouth unexpectedly:

"Qiao Fei, you are so pitiful!"

Jiang Yan's words made Schumann and Qiao Fei stunned.

Since Schumann came in, he hadn't said a word, and his expression hadn't changed much, even when he heard Qiao Fei say that he loved him and did everything for him, he didn't react at all.

From beginning to end, he was like an outsider, watching everything from the sidelines.

But at this moment, he opened his mouth and said that Qiao Fei was pitiful.

Schumann didn't know why Jiang Yan suddenly said this, so he could only purse his lips and wait for what Jiang Yan would say next.

Not only Schumann, but even Qiao Fei looked straight at Jiang Yan with an incredible gaze.

Under their gaze, Jiang Yan seemed to have already collected his gaze, slowly got up from the chair, turned around, and walked outside without saying a word.

Schumann twisted his eyebrows and glanced at Qiao Fei.

"Mr. Jiang, why do you say I'm pitiful?

Do you think it's not worth it for me to do all this? I'm doing it all for you!

I love you, and no one in this world loves you more than I do! ”

Qiao Fei seemed to be enraged, he had completely lost his previous calmness, his eyes were scarlet, and the green tendons on his forehead burst one by one, as if he couldn't accept Jiang Yan's statement at all.

But Jiang Yan's steps didn't even pause, he had already walked to the door at this moment, opened the door mercilessly, and walked out.

In the end, it only left Qiao Fei with an indifferent back.

"Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! You come back and make it clear! ”

Qiao Fei stood up and shouted at the door, as if he had completely lost control, Schumann hurriedly walked over and forced him back into his chair, glancing at the two-way mirror.

Soon, Li Dabao and Cheng Ziyang came over to take over, and after Schumann handed over the follow-up work to the two people, he hurriedly chased him out.

There was no shadow of Jiang Yan in the corridor, and Schumann chased him directly outside.

The night was already completely deep, and the first quarter moon hung faintly in the sky, obscured by the clouds, and the light that was not very bright was already very bright.

Under the street lamp, Jiang Yan's slender and upright back stood like that, and the light pulled out a long shadow on the ground, lonely, lonely, and even, distressing.

Schumann suddenly paused in his steps, and looked at the man standing under the street lamp from a distance.

In my impression, Jiang Yan has always been a high-minded, domineering, and perfect person, but Schumann has never felt the slightest loneliness and loneliness in him.

In my mind, those surging emotions seemed to be stimulated at this moment.

In the past three years, where has he gone and what has he done?

Why did he leave three years ago?

As if sensing Schumann's scorching gaze, Jiang Yan raised her head coldly and glanced in the direction where she was. From afar, Schumann couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, but he seemed to be inexplicably able to feel something.

Soon, Jiang Yan lowered his head again, took out a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his windbreaker, and lit it.

The glow of the lighter and the warm yellow of the street lamp were intertwined, but on his face, there was a strange harmony.

Schumann was stunned.

She felt that she owed Jiang Yan a thank you.

After a moment, Schumann took a deep breath, took a step, and walked towards Jiang Yan, who was standing under the street lamp, step by step.

The red flame faintly jumped between Jiang Yan's white fingers, and he just stood side by side with Schumann, but did not speak.

Silence is often depressing and suffocating.

Schumann:

"Actually, you already knew that the murderer was him, right?"

Jiang Yan only narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, he hung his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered the deep eye sockets, making it difficult to see.

"It's not too early, it's about the same time as you."

"When did those people follow me?"

Jiang Yan paused, but handed the cigarette to his lips and took a hard breath.

White smoke spilled down his mouth and nose, curling and rising, slowly rising, and his angular features were reflected more and more unreal:

"I said, I would protect you!"

His voice, as dark and low as ever, was like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, thrown into Schumann's already not very calm heart, and instantly stirred up monstrous waves.

Schumann was silent and did not speak, not because he did not want to speak, but because, not knowing what to say.

She just stood quietly, and so did Jiang Yan, until a cigarette finally ended its mission, and was mercilessly thrown on the ground, ruthlessly crushed and extinguished.

"Go back, this case is over!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yan had already turned around and walked towards the dark night.

Schumann watched his back, which was gradually disappearing into the darkness, and suddenly, as if out of control, cried out loudly:

"Three years ago, why did you leave without a sound?"

She clearly saw that Jiang Yan's figure stiffened for a moment in the darkness, but in the end, he still picked up his steps again and walked into the darkness.

After all, he didn't give her any answers.

Schumann stood in place, the expression on his face was a little obscure, I don't know how long he stood there, and at the end, he only smiled a little mockingly.

I knew for a long time that he wouldn't say.

If you could say, three years ago, you would have told her, wouldn't you?

Back in the bureau, Schumann's expression could not be seen at all, and Li Dabao and Cheng Ziyang had done the rest of the finishing work. Qiao Fei was taken into custody, and the evidence will soon be transferred to the court.

It's just that this case is a bit special, and when the time comes, I don't know how it will be judged.

In the office, several people were discussing the case while packing up materials.

"Tsk, I really can't see it, that Qiao Fei, on the surface, turned out to be a psychopath."

"Yes! actually likes men, but it's nothing, but just because someone is chasing someone he likes, he wants to kill someone, which is incomprehensible! ”

"If you understand, the case has been solved a long time ago, and you have to wait until now?"

"Get out!"

……

The people in the team said one by one, but Schumann didn't seem to hear it, she was in a little messy now, just looking at Qiao Fei's transcript over and over again.

Soon, everyone else went back, it was supposed to be temporary overtime, the case was over, everyone was tired, and Schumann naturally had to let them go.

But Schumann was still sitting in his office.

Although the case is over, she always feels that there are some things that cannot be explained.

Jiang Wenhao's death was not Qiao Fei's doing, and it seems that he did not lie, and he had no reason to lie. The investigation of the driver who caused the accident did not find any suspicions, saying that Zhang Donglai drank some alcohol because he had a quarrel with his wife that morning. And I know that I have to drive during the day, so I don't drink much.

and the fact that the first deceased, Jiang Wenyue, were both from Tongxian County, is far from any doubt.

Everything points to Jiang Wenhao's death, which was a simple accident.

It's just that Schumann always felt that this case was problematic.

and the song "Black Sunday" that appeared on Jiang Wenyue's computer and Fu Jiawei's headphones at the same time, Qiao Fei flatly denied knowing this song, but how could it be so coincidental?

Moreover, she always felt that Qiao Fei's case ended a little, too easily!

……

Dark!

In front of him and all around, there was darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but for some reason, Schumann could see and feel himself.

The darkness was so great that it seemed to engulf her. For no reason, it made her feel a kind of fear.

She opened her mouth and wanted to call someone, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her name was Jiang Yan's name.

She was stunned, and she didn't know why.

It's just that when her words fell, Jiang Yan's figure appeared in front of her.

He was as cold and expressionless as ever, like a king who had stepped down from the top of a snowy mountain, and even a strand of hair was revealing a coldness that people couldn't get close to.

Seeing him, the fear in Schumann's heart did not seem to disappear, but became more and more intense.

She called Jiang Yan's name loudly, but Jiang Yan didn't seem to hear it at all, lowered her head, and looked at her feet for a moment.

And at this moment, Schumann suddenly saw that Jiang Yan was standing on the edge of a huge, black vortex at this moment. The whirlpool was like a beast lurking in the dark, and now it was opening its bloody mouth, almost devouring him.

"Jingle bell—"

Schumann was suddenly awakened, his forehead and back were already wet with sweat.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that it was the phone on her desk that rang.

Last night, she fell asleep directly in the team office.

Calming down, Schumann picked up the phone, his face suddenly becoming solemn and serious......

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Schumann's thin lips pursed slightly, but he didn't reply immediately.

Compared with knowing Qiao Fei's distorted and perverted heart, what shocked Schumann even more was that Jiang Yan had been sending people to protect him secretly.

The few black-clothed people I met in the hospital were the people sent by Jiang Yan to protect him.

Schumann couldn't say what he was feeling.

He first threw himself down when the car exploded, and then he has been looking for someone to protect him, is he doing all this because he already knew that Qiao Fei was the murderer, so he didn't want to be involved by him, or because of something else?

Schumann closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress these emotions and doubts in his heart.

"Where did the bomb come from?"

"You must have tested it, but it's not a bomb, it's just a simple small bomb that I bought from a chemical store.

It's my first time doing it, and there's a lot of imperfection in it! ”

Otherwise, it couldn't have been just a warning to her.

Schumann's face was calm:

"Since you said that you love Jiang Yan and kill people for him, but if you put the bomb in his car, aren't you afraid that he will also be injured?"

"Of course I won't let him get hurt!"

At this time, Qiao Fei was like a wounded beast, and his emotions would be irritated anytime and anywhere.

However, this time, before Schumann could speak, Jiang Yan, who was sitting next to him, opened his mouth unexpectedly:

"Qiao Fei, you are so pitiful!"

Jiang Yan's words made Schumann and Qiao Fei stunned.

Since Schumann came in, he hadn't said a word, and his expression hadn't changed much, even when he heard Qiao Fei say that he loved him and did everything for him, he didn't react at all.

From beginning to end, he was like an outsider, watching everything from the sidelines.

But at this moment, he opened his mouth and said that Qiao Fei was pitiful.

Schumann didn't know why Jiang Yan suddenly said this, so he could only purse his lips and wait for what Jiang Yan would say next.

Not only Schumann, but even Qiao Fei looked straight at Jiang Yan with an incredible gaze.

Under their gaze, Jiang Yan seemed to have already collected his gaze, slowly got up from the chair, turned around, and walked outside without saying a word.

Schumann twisted his eyebrows and glanced at Qiao Fei.

"Mr. Jiang, why do you say I'm pitiful?

Do you think it's not worth it for me to do all this? I'm doing it all for you!

I love you, and no one in this world loves you more than I do! ”

Qiao Fei seemed to be enraged, he had completely lost his previous calmness, his eyes were scarlet, and the green tendons on his forehead burst one by one, as if he couldn't accept Jiang Yan's statement at all.

But Jiang Yan's steps didn't even pause, he had already walked to the door at this moment, opened the door mercilessly, and walked out.

In the end, it only left Qiao Fei with an indifferent back.

"Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! You come back and make it clear! ”

Qiao Fei stood up and shouted at the door, as if he had completely lost control, Schumann hurriedly walked over and forced him back into his chair, glancing at the two-way mirror.

Soon, Li Dabao and Cheng Ziyang came over to take over, and after Schumann handed over the follow-up work to the two people, he hurriedly chased him out.

There was no shadow of Jiang Yan in the corridor, and Schumann chased him directly outside.

The night was already completely deep, and the first quarter moon hung faintly in the sky, obscured by the clouds, and the light that was not very bright was already very bright.

Under the street lamp, Jiang Yan's slender and upright back stood like that, and the light pulled out a long shadow on the ground, lonely, lonely, and even, distressing.

Schumann suddenly paused in his steps, and looked at the man standing under the street lamp from a distance.

In my impression, Jiang Yan has always been a high-minded, domineering, and perfect person, but Schumann has never felt the slightest loneliness and loneliness in him.

In my mind, those surging emotions seemed to be stimulated at this moment.

In the past three years, where has he gone and what has he done?

Why did he leave three years ago?

As if sensing Schumann's scorching gaze, Jiang Yan raised her head coldly and glanced in the direction where she was. From afar, Schumann couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, but he seemed to be inexplicably able to feel something.

Soon, Jiang Yan lowered his head again, took out a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of his windbreaker, and lit it.

The glow of the lighter and the warm yellow of the street lamp were intertwined, but on his face, there was a strange harmony.

Schumann was stunned.

She felt that she owed Jiang Yan a thank you.

After a moment, Schumann took a deep breath, took a step, and walked towards Jiang Yan, who was standing under the street lamp, step by step.

The red flame faintly jumped between Jiang Yan's white fingers, and he just stood side by side with Schumann, but did not speak.

Silence is often depressing and suffocating.

Schumann:

"Actually, you already knew that the murderer was him, right?"

Jiang Yan only narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, he hung his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered the deep eye sockets, making it difficult to see.

"It's not too early, it's about the same time as you."

"When did those people follow me?"

Jiang Yan paused, but handed the cigarette to his lips and took a hard breath.

White smoke spilled down his mouth and nose, curling and rising, slowly rising, and his angular features were reflected more and more unreal:

"I said, I would protect you!"

His voice, as dark and low as ever, was like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, thrown into Schumann's already not very calm heart, and instantly stirred up monstrous waves.

Schumann was silent and did not speak, not because he did not want to speak, but because, not knowing what to say.

She just stood quietly, and so did Jiang Yan, until a cigarette finally ended its mission, and was mercilessly thrown on the ground, ruthlessly crushed and extinguished.

"Go back, this case is over!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yan had already turned around and walked towards the dark night.

Schumann watched his back, which was gradually disappearing into the darkness, and suddenly, as if out of control, cried out loudly:

"Three years ago, why did you leave without a sound?"

She clearly saw that Jiang Yan's figure stiffened for a moment in the darkness, but in the end, he still picked up his steps again and walked into the darkness.

After all, he didn't give her any answers.

Schumann stood in place, the expression on his face was a little obscure, I don't know how long he stood there, and at the end, he only smiled a little mockingly.

I knew for a long time that he wouldn't say.

If you could say, three years ago, you would have told her, wouldn't you?

Back in the bureau, Schumann's expression could not be seen at all, and Li Dabao and Cheng Ziyang had done the rest of the finishing work. Qiao Fei was taken into custody, and the evidence will soon be transferred to the court.

It's just that this case is a bit special, and when the time comes, I don't know how it will be judged.

In the office, several people were discussing the case while packing up materials.

"Tsk, I really can't see it, that Qiao Fei, on the surface, turned out to be a psychopath."

"Yes! actually likes men, but it's nothing, but just because someone is chasing someone he likes, he wants to kill someone, which is incomprehensible! ”

"If you understand, the case has been solved a long time ago, and you have to wait until now?"

"Get out!"

……

The people in the team said one by one, but Schumann didn't seem to hear it, she was in a little messy now, just looking at Qiao Fei's transcript over and over again.

Soon, everyone else went back, it was supposed to be temporary overtime, the case was over, everyone was tired, and Schumann naturally had to let them go.

But Schumann was still sitting in his office.

Although the case is over, she always feels that there are some things that cannot be explained.

Jiang Wenhao's death was not Qiao Fei's doing, and it seems that he did not lie, and he had no reason to lie. The investigation of the driver who caused the accident did not find any suspicions, saying that Zhang Donglai drank some alcohol because he had a quarrel with his wife that morning. And I know that I have to drive during the day, so I don't drink much.

and the fact that the first deceased, Jiang Wenyue, were both from Tongxian County, is far from any doubt.

Everything points to Jiang Wenhao's death, which was a simple accident.

It's just that Schumann always felt that this case was problematic.

and the song "Black Sunday" that appeared on Jiang Wenyue's computer and Fu Jiawei's headphones at the same time, Qiao Fei flatly denied knowing this song, but how could it be so coincidental?

Moreover, she always felt that Qiao Fei's case ended a little, too easily!

……

Dark!

In front of him and all around, there was darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but for some reason, Schumann could see and feel himself.

The darkness was so great that it seemed to engulf her. For no reason, it made her feel a kind of fear.

She opened her mouth and wanted to call someone, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her name was Jiang Yan's name.

She was stunned, and she didn't know why.

It's just that when her words fell, Jiang Yan's figure appeared in front of her.

He was as cold and expressionless as ever, like a king who had stepped down from the top of a snowy mountain, and even a strand of hair was revealing a coldness that people couldn't get close to.

Seeing him, the fear in Schumann's heart did not seem to disappear, but became more and more intense.

She called Jiang Yan's name loudly, but Jiang Yan didn't seem to hear it at all, lowered her head, and looked at her feet for a moment.

And at this moment, Schumann suddenly saw that Jiang Yan was standing on the edge of a huge, black vortex at this moment. The whirlpool was like a beast lurking in the dark, and now it was opening its bloody mouth, almost devouring him.

"Jingle bell—"

Schumann was suddenly awakened, his forehead and back were already wet with sweat.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that it was the phone on her desk that rang.

Last night, she fell asleep directly in the team office.

Calming down, Schumann picked up the phone, his face suddenly becoming solemn and serious......

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