steel forest

The other party said: "It's too dark, so I'm not sure."

Zhou Jin twirled the umbrella, looked around at the end of the street to μ, and said: "The front and back are connected here, and the end of the to μ is connected to the bustling street, and there are staff coming in and out. took Chen Xiaoyu away."

What did he use to trick Chen Xiaoyu?

Zhou Jin thought of the sinomu's appearance in the photo, judging from the current popular aesthetics, he has good features and a well-crafted figure.

For Chen Xiaoyu, at least it is a good one-night stand.

Zhou Jin remembered that Wang Pengze said that this man looked very similar to Qi Yan.

She was amazed by this.

Zhou Jin asked: "Qi Yan, I mean the real culprit in the Huaiguang serial murder case. Did the task force investigate his family background and interpersonal relationship?"

Jiang Hansheng said: "I checked, but found nothing. Even the name of Qi Yan, he told me himself."

Zhou Jin: "..."

Thinking of Jiang Hansheng's kidnapping, she pursed her lips and lightly squeezed the umbrella handle.

Jiang Han's tone was very understated.

After he was rescued by Yao Weihai, his condition changed slightly, and the police came to take notes.

Jiang Hansheng was in the ward, carefully recalling everything that happened when he was imprisoned, because he was exhausted by the state of his body at that time, in the end he only gave the police a name-Qi Yan.

According to the profiling report given by Jiang Hansheng and the name, the special case team has successively invested a large number of grassroots police forces to visit and investigate, further verifying Qi Yan's identity, but the results are nothing.

The crime research room originally planned to study Qi Yan as a typical case, however, the lack of family background and personal experience of the murderous snoμ made it difficult to proceed with this project.

Zhou Jin thought, it really looks like a ghost, no wonder Mr. Wang scolded Qi Yanyong for staying alive.

The rain hit the umbrella surface, making a splashing sound, and white water droplets splashed everywhere.

Taking advantage of the silence, Jiang Hansheng recalled the process of the imitator killing Chen Xiaoyu again, but he still found nothing different.

Zhou Jin saw that his eyebrows were lightly furrowed, and she must have been unable to help, so she said, "My master said, if there is nothing to discover, let's treat it as a discovery. At least this direction of investigation can be shelved."

Jiang Hansheng: "..."

Nothing found, just found?

Perhaps the fact that the two cases were no different was the point.

Suddenly, Jiang Hansheng's eyes turned cold, and a subversive thought flashed through his mind——

What if, just if, Qi Yan didn't have si?

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Assuming Qi Yan is innocent, all doubts can be easily resolved now.

But how could he not si?

Jiang Hansheng slightly closed his eyes.

The scene at that time may gradually become blurred with the passage of time, but the scene of Qi Yan falling in front of him is still vivid in my memory.

Before Qi Yan, Jiang Hansheng never had any intention of killing toμ; but since then, every time he gets angry, the cold and slippery snoμ feeling when he held it will swim up his snoμ like a poisonous snake arm.

Jiang Hansheng's right snoμ holding the handle of the umbrella tightened slightly.

Zhou Jin's mind was not here, and he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with him, so he thought about Jiang Hansheng's words carefully, and asked again: "It's also possible that Qi Yan is not his real name?"

"No." Jiang Han said, "He didn't want me to go back alive. There's no need to lie to someone who is about to die."

……

"When other people receive honorable mentions for recovering lost guns, the cold voice wants kαi to start drug treatment."

……

Now, Jiang Hansheng stood silently in the rain, with a fair and handsome face, and dark eyes like pools of water.

Zhou Jin looked at him, choking in her throat, as if being strangled by something.

She calmed down and said: "It seems that I will return home empty today. Tomorrow we will have a meeting with the criminal police kαi in Jingang and Ningyuan to hear their opinions."

Jiang Han tapped his voice to μ.

The two walked out of the back street, greeted the criminal police present, and returned to the car together.

Zhou Jin insisted on driving the car and asked Jiang Hansheng to sit in the co-pilot, "You didn't sleep well yesterday, so take a rest and I'll come to drive the car."

Jiang Hansheng was a little surprised, "What's not stable?"

Zhou Jin smiled, but didn't answer him, snatched the pillow toμ from the back seat, covered Jiang Hansheng's face, and adjusted the seat for him.

She said, "Go to sleep, the journey will take more than an hour."

Zhou Jin's attitude cannot be refused.

Jiang Hansheng only obediently obeyed, leaned back on the co-pilot and closed his eyes to rest.

He might be really tired.

Exhausted physically and mentally, he fell heavily, falling continuously, sinking and floating in the dark deep sea.

It took a long time for his doublet to move, and he walked to the end along a long corridor.

There was bright light all over the corridor, against the light, a young girl was standing not far in front of him.

She was wearing a white skirt, long black hair, a beautiful and clean face, and a bright smile.

He had never seen such Zhou Jin with his own eyes.

She exists in a small book of photos, posted in a pocket watch engraved with pine branches.

The owner of that pocket watch is not him, it originally belonged to Zhou Chuan.

Jiang Hansheng stood in front of the door of No. 24 Zhizi Lane, carrying a gift box, and visited Zhou's family.

The elders of the Zhou family were not there, only Zhou Chuan came out.

The temperament of a soldier in him seems to be tempered from the bones. His shoulders are as straight as a sword, his eyebrows are clear, and he has a very upright and upright appearance. He looks stable and friendly.

Facing him, Jiang Hansheng was not good at talking, and was silent for a long time, and finally it was Zhou Chuan who spoke first.