The river is about to burn the mountain

The past half month has been busy and serious. After the turmoil that night passed, Jiang Zhan ordered to block the news, but the car accident happened on the elevated highway where the traffic was coming and going, and there were many guests at the private club involved in Yue Jiang's incident. And it is impossible for the coincidence of two accidents to be airtight.

And this seems to be one of Jiang Zhan's plans. To the outside world, Jiang Zhan is still receiving treatment in the hospital due to a car accident. His injuries are unknown. All the business of the group under him is temporarily handled by several core shareholders and secretaries.

It seemed that Jiang Zhan was also intentionally allowing the news of his serious injury to spread. He needed to get rid of a group of people who couldn't help but move around through this accident.

It's almost the end of December, the deep winter season.

City A is located on the coast, and it doesn't snow in winter here.

Two black Maybachs drove across the quiet mid-mountain road in the early morning and stopped at the gate of Jiang's house.

The still majestic cold wind seems to be invading from the deep sea cold wave from the far side of the ocean, or it seems to be blowing from the depths of the quiet forest that is close at hand on both sides of the asphalt road at this moment.

The waiting bodyguard opened the car door respectfully, Ji Qiuhan got out of the next car, and he turned around to help Yi Qian whose right arm was still in a cast.

After recovering for more than half a month, Yi Qian can already walk on the ground, and the incision of the abdominal surgery is healing.

After half a month, he finally breathed the outside air, but Yi Qian Qingjun's cheeks were a little stuffy at the moment, probably because of the overly thick cashmere scarf around his neck.

Just before being discharged from the hospital, Ji Qiuhan wrapped a pair around the necks of both him and Jiang Zhan, and this kind of thing probably never appeared in Yi Qian's closet since Gu Manman passed away.

"Brother Ji, I'm really fine...! Go find my brother quickly, his face is almost on the ground...,"

Yi Qian pushed him, and Ji Qiuhan turned his head to look at Jiang Zhan, and found that Jiang Zhan, who got off the car first, seemed to be waiting for him on the bluestone steps in front.

He walked over, and saw that Jiang Zhan's face was really not very good: "Your hands are so cold, why are you dawdling, why don't you go in quickly."

Maybe such white fingers should be as cool as jade, Ji Qiuhan's hand was held by Jiang Zhan, but he really wanted to laugh.

Jiang Zhan always eats some inexplicable jealousy,

For example, when Zhou Yu often came to the hospital a few days ago, if he was talking to Zhou Yu and forgot to pick up the fruit Jiang Zhan handed over, or if he just didn't hear what Jiang Zhan asked him to take, Jiang Zhan would definitely do it afterwards. At some point, emphatically "remind" his "fault".

For example, if he chose not to hear him, he asked him to put down the file and rest, and he had to wait until he said it impatiently for the third time before Jiang Zhan could barely put it down, and said very pitifully, "You didn't hear me just now."

This reminded Ji Qiuhan of what Zhou Yu said to him before he left: "Jiang Zhan is a spoiled young master in a way. In the past, Uncle Jiang suppressed him, but now..., maybe I need you How accommodating."

"what are you laughing at?"

Ji Qiuhan came back to his senses, "It's nothing..., this scarf is really too thick." As Ji Qiuhan said, they walked across the courtyard to the front hall.

In the front hall, besides Jiang Zhan's secretary group, there were already many Jiang family faces waiting.

The three elders were wearing gray Chinese tunic suits and sat on the upper left. The remaining six young faces of the Jiang family, Ji Qiu, were not familiar with him, but Jiang Zhan was discharged from the hospital in a low-key manner today, and not many people knew about it.Presumably, being able to appear in Jiang's house to discuss matters today means that the people in the room in front of him are Jiang Zhan's innermost team, and what they hold in their hands is the most profitable and core industry of Jiang's family.

As Jiang Zhan and the others came in, several pairs of eyes fell on Ji Qiuhan in unison and very subtly.

Jiang Zhan was sitting in this position. It was no secret that he brought a policeman back to the Jiang residence recently. Perhaps Ji Qiuhan's identity information had appeared on their desks a few months ago.

Jiang Zhan didn't hide it, but today is really not a good time for introduction, he bent down to help Ji Qiuhan put away his slippers:

"You go up first, remember to drink the soup that was sent up later, it's too cold today."

Ji Qiuhan nodded. He has been in the hospital recently, and the calls for help from the special operations team have almost burst his mailbox.

Indeed, the 7.11 case is serious but has not been solved for a long time, and the two murderous monsters are still at large, which has aroused heated discussions in the society.

Obviously, it seemed that they had solved it quickly, but they were forced to stagnate because they couldn't find the whereabouts of the last two suspects. This has almost driven the special operations team crazy.

The pressure from the top is constantly being exerted, and the public is constantly questioning the police's ability to handle cases under the instigation of certain unscrupulous media gimmicks. Cruel and perverted murderers are hidden in the cities where the people live. No one knows who their next target will be. The panic is spreading in City A...

This began to make him subconsciously wonder if everything was too similar to what it was back then...

The clock on the wall turned silently.

Ji Qiuhan buried his head on the desk, and after an unknown amount of time, he only drank two sips of the soup brought by the servant.

Finally, at a time when Ji Qiuhan was clueless, his tired face raised his head and his eyes moved slightly. He stretched out his hand out of the stack of documents stacked high in front of him, and sorted out the case that was pressed at the bottom. .

It was a thick stack of documents, sealed with kraft paper, which was sent by Fang Bin not long ago. It contained all the records of the latest 7.11 case from the first to the last case, and he kept it there after taking it.

Ji Qiuhan's fingers flipped through the details of the case page by page, interview transcripts, on-site photos, from the initial case of the dismemberment of the hostess in the bar, to the ever-increasing number of broken limbs and broken arms, flesh and blood in the photos. The page numbers are also slowly slowing down.

Until his fingertips landed on the footer of one of the pages and stopped flipping.

After this page is the last one of the current 7.11 tragedy, which finally pushed Ji Qiuhan's nerves to the bottom of the collapse.

Ji Qiuhan's fingertips hesitated for a long time,

He finally rolled over slowly.

In the last case, the female deceased, Chen Youqing, was a newly enrolled student in a vocational school, only 19 years old.

She lived with her boyfriend in an off-campus rented house and became pregnant out of wedlock. When she was found, she had died tragically in the rented house.

The slender abdomen of the deceased was like a mass of scarlet flesh that exploded and splashed. The internal organs, uterus, and undeveloped fetus were all chopped up inhumanely by the murderer.

But the strangest thing about this case was that there was an eight-year-old boy locked inside the rental house.The boy is the son of a couple on the surrounding construction site and has no connection with the deceased.

It was as if the boy had been deliberately captured by a brutal murderer, and he was forced to watch this bloody killing show.

When Ji Qiuhan saw the hospital medical certificate attached at the end, as expected, the child was diagnosed with severe post-traumatic stress disorder.

Exactly like him...

Ji Qiuhan closed his eyes tremblingly, and the picture in front of him was the day he arrived at the scene: the girl died tragically on the ground, her eyes slantedly stared at the floor, her left ankle and right arm were broken, and she was fighting fiercely with the murderer. In the struggle, she could no longer protect the child in her womb.

Ji Qiuhan took a breath, his throat was sore, he got up to pour a glass of water.

Jiang Zhan and the others were discussing matters downstairs. The second floor seemed extremely quiet, and the corridors were covered with thick carpets due to the winter.

At this moment, Ji Qiuhan suddenly heard a violent vomiting sound not far away, the light was on in the front room, and the door was half open.

The sound continued, Ji Qiuhan followed the sound, and in the bathroom, he found that it was the maid in charge of cleaning.

The girl was sitting awkwardly on the bathroom floor, and the toilet was a pile of vomit that hadn't been flushed in the future.

"Need help?"

"Ji, Mr. Ji..."

The maid with messy bun was surprised when she saw Ji Qiuhan, and Ji Qiuhan handed her a tissue.

"Sorry...! Mr. Ji, I didn't mean to dirty this place...!"

The maid hurriedly apologized, but Ji Qiuhan noticed that her belly was unconsciously covered with her hand, and the bulge seemed to be unable to be concealed.

"You may need to rest, go back first."

But what he said suddenly made the maid look terrified: "...No! Mr. Ji, I can't go back...! He said that if I don't give birth to the child, I will be killed..., I can't give birth Come down, he will destroy me...!"

It may be that the maid's emotions were on the verge of being tortured, so she covered her face and began to cry.

"No... I really can't give birth..."

Ji Qiuhan was silent for a long time with downcast eyes, he took out his wallet and took out all the cash in it.

"I only have this cash, but I can ask Xiang Nan to take you back later, or if you want to go directly to the hospital, you can tell me if you don't have enough money."

The maid stared blankly at the stack of cash that Ji Qiuhan handed over. Maybe it was the impression he left on them that he was too cold and unapproachable, so she didn't know how to react for a while.

"...Thank you...! Mr. Ji..., thank you so much..."

The maid wept and thanked her, only to inevitably vomit again when she stood up.

In the mirror, the maid's pale face and thin back seemed to make Ji Qiuhan see Ji Xia from 16 years ago.

To be pregnant with a devil's child is indeed a nightmare.

After Xiang Nan who came up later helped the maid away carefully, Ji Qiuhan returned to the bedroom with a cup in his hand, he closed the curtains, for some reason, he was a little tired.

"Xiaohan."

Suddenly, in the empty room, Ji Qiuhan suddenly heard someone calling him,

He turned around in astonishment, in the cloakroom with the door open, the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the corner stood there,

He heard Ji Xia's voice from inside:

"Xiao Han, you are my uncle. When the baby is born, you have to protect her from growing up."

The teacup fell from his hand to the floor in an instant, the tiles shattered, and the hot coffee splashed all over Ji Qiuhan's feet and legs.

But he didn't seem to care about anything else. In the darkness, the closet was like a distorted time and space. He heard Ji Xia panting in panic:

"Xiaohan! He's coming back! Hurry up and hide in!!"

Ji Qiuhan's eyes widened, and he walked towards the closet like a maniac.

"No... sister... Ji Xia..."

The bottomless wardrobe seemed to have turned into a mouth transformed from an abyss. From the sticky darkness, a pair of burnt black hands stretched out.

"...Xiaohan...don't cry..."

"My sister will definitely take you out."