The river is about to burn the mountain

In the police station, Ji Qiuhan sitting in front of the table was fascinated by the new leaves hanging down from the window. The dull dead branches in the cold winter began to recover gradually, and the green shoots re-stretched after a whole season of withering, faded away and emerged crystal clear Fresh green, with small silvery white sunlight refracted on the small winding veins.

Su Xiaona's chair slipped and she tilted her head to look at him puzzled.

"Brother Ji... you seem to be in a daze these two days..."

Ji Qiuhan subconsciously pressed the phone on the table, the screen was dimly lit, and the message interface was empty.

"Have you completed the records of those people?"

When Su Xiaona heard the transcript, her ears twitched.

"Why do you push all the troubles to the third group? The one or two hundred people who fight, it's going to be the year of the monkey..."

Ji Qiuhan gave her a box of jelly from the drawer, and Su Xiaona smiled happily again. Others in the group saw it and complained: "Team Ji is too biased, we don't have any snacks!"

Su Xiaona tricked two jellies into "charity", and the office was smiling again.

And Ji Qiuhan seemed to be in a trance, his fingertips still unconsciously stopped on the lock screen button.

Ever since Yi Qian came over that day, Ji Qiuhan has been thinking about a problem. It seems that Jiang Zhan is stronger between him and Jiang Zhan. There is no way to back down from his decision. He always thinks that he has compromised more, but He never thought that Jiang Zhan had been studying as well.

They used to quarrel over some trivial matters, and his temper was unyielding. After a few arguments, Jiang Zhan often wanted to put aside all principles to coax him before his face turned bad.

But now, the issue that made this man who pampered and indulged him almost everywhere without any compromise turned out to be his own safety.

This made Ji Qiuhan feel very uncomfortable. That night, Yi Qian's words seemed to pry open the slit of his clam shell, and the salty sea water poured in, and his guilt was mixed in the fine froth. Responsibility, and a kind of... disappointment in one's own powerlessness.

For a few moments, he even wondered uncontrollably, would Jiang Zhan be disappointed in the face of his neglect every morning when he woke up in a hug?

Obviously at such an important moment, he chose to be a coward. His increasingly depressed attitude recently made him do nothing, but pushed all the emotions that he didn't know how to deal with to Jiang Zhan.

This kind of irresponsible evasion, even he himself felt that it was too bad.

The corner of Ji Qiuhan's mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc, he was really spoiled by Jiang Zhan.

"... Brother Ji? What are you thinking?"

Su Xiaona raised her palm and waved it in front of his eyes twice, "You've been reading this report all afternoon, if possible, ask Wu Chu to bring it to Bureau Zheng?"

The report still stopped on the first page, Ji Qiuhan pulled back his thoughts, directly closed the folder and said let's go.

At this time, there was a soft "ding",

The screen that had been silent for a long time flickered on.

The screen was so dim that Su Xiaona didn't even know what message was sent there, she only knew that Ji Ge's whole body sank with the slight light, and there was an inexplicable chill that made her groan unconsciously. Shrink to find Ba Qingping.

Half an hour later, a silver Lexus stopped at the gate of a suburban detention center. Ji Qiuhan took off his police uniform and wore a black jacket.

A few months ago, the leader of the child abduction case he caught at the station will be escorted to the second prison from here today.

At the gate of the detention center, a policeman was waiting for him. He raised his eyebrows, with a cigarette in his mouth, and waved at him.

"Autumn cold,"

The two walked through the long and narrow corridor one after the other until they reached the last iron gate.

Ji Qiuhan supported the doorknob, and before pushing the door open, he said, "...Thank you."

The policeman waved his hand irritably. He didn't know whether it was because he was struggling with whether the helper was right or wrong, or because he was annoyed by them saying thank you before.

"Why did you talk so much nonsense when you went to the serious crime unit? Look at the watch, it's only 10 minutes."

"Well, that's enough."

Ji Qiuhan said softly.

The room used for detention is not big, and the depressing four walls are even more bleak and empty.

Sitting on the interrogation chair in the center was a middle-aged man in a yellow vest. He was thin and stooped, and he described it as much more exhausted than the last time we met at the station.

The yellow vest raised his head when he heard the movement, and seemed to recognize that it was Ji Qiuhan who had caught him at the station, and vicious hatred burst out of his cloudy eyes.

"Fuck. He. Fuck—! Why you?!"

Ji Qiuhan was dressed in black and black trousers, his whole portrait was hidden in the shadow of the door, he closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to be affected by the man's "face".

He approached, took out a photo from the inner pocket of his coat, and asked the person on the interrogation chair:

"See clearly, do you know him?"

"Bah! Did the stinky old man put your arm back on?! I should have blown you to death at that time, idiot!"

His words stopped abruptly, because a bony white hand directly grabbed the yellow vest's head from behind and forced him to lean back as far as possible, Ji Qiuhan stretched out the photo in his hand to his eyes.

"I'll ask you again, have you seen him?"

The pixels of the photo in Ji Qiuhan's hand are very poor. It looks like it was captured by an old-fashioned monitor more than ten years ago. In the photo, a middle-aged man wearing glasses looks back. The yellow vest sitting on the interrogation chair is seven or eight points similar.

"—Damn it! The police beat someone! Is there anyone in charge! These bastards are—uh!!"

The yellow vest let out a sudden cry of pain, the owner of that hand pulled his hair, and then, without warning, he threw it directly at the interrogation table. The skull hit the heavy iron table, and there was a heavy muffled sound, and the yellow vest was dizzy before his eyes. All shaking.

Ji Qiuhan violently lifted his head, forcing his eyes to look at the picture, his voice was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end.

"Listen, I can spend another 7 minutes with you and ask you fourteen times like this, but I hope you can cooperate well with me. This person is very important to me, so I must know the answer. Answer me after reading clearly , do you know him?"

Sensing that there seemed to be a heat flow down his forehead, the yellow vest was frightened by the sudden and terrifying aura of the young man in front of him. He panicked, but he just glanced at the photo, and couldn't help cursing his mother in his heart!

It's fucking wicked!

This is the second time someone has asked him with this broken photo since he entered the game!

"...How many times have you said that I don't know him! There are so many people who look like me! Don't they all have something to do with me?! Everyone is brother to me?!"

The yellow vest couldn't help yelling, he pulled his hair to look at Ji Qiuhan, he was so scared that he almost wet his pants on the spot.

For the youth was looking at him too,

Ji Qiuhan stood behind him, bent over, his bloodless and warm cheeks were very close to him, the most frightening thing was the pair of incomparably black eyes, beautiful as if they were fake, growing out of the abyss, at this moment Sensen stared at him thoughtfully.

The yellow vest trembled and rolled his Adam's apple, feeling that the young man in front of him was more terrifying than a dead man, he swallowed, and stammered:

"...I..., I really don't know him, no, I haven't seen him, idiot..., you let me go...,..."

Han Jin leaned outside, breathing out a mouthful of white mist with a little melancholy, cigarette butts littered all over the floor at his feet, although there was a wall with good sound insulation, there was a sudden scream of pain , still penetrating the wall, muffled.

The time was still 3 minutes away, but the movement stopped.

When the door lock moved, it was Ji Qiuhan who closed the door and came out.

The usually cold face seemed to have lost all vitality at the moment, it was lifeless, and it made people feel chills just looking at it.

Han Jin handed him the hot water poured in his hand,

Ask: "What did he say? Do you know him?"

Ji Qiuhan shook his head: "I don't know."

Han Jin thought, it's all like this, probably he really doesn't know each other.

Han Jin also heard his father mention the sensational 5.23 serious case back then.

When I mentioned it, the old policeman who had been working for more than 30 years said that he had never seen such an inhuman murderer. He kidnapped and abducted a full 36 people, and tortured the victims in extremely cruel ways before they were alive. Their bodies were dismembered and thrown into the big pit dug behind the courtyard.

The only deceased who was confirmed dead by the police without finding a single limb or arm in the "Keng of Ten Thousand Bones" was Ji Qiuhan's own sister, Ji Xia.

Because, Ji Qiuhan said she was dead.

Ji Qiuhan was on the headline of the news that year: "The Luckiest No.30 Seven". That's right, he was the only survivor of the 5.23 case. After 33 days of hell on earth, he was rescued and suffered from severe traumatic stress. Due to a mental disorder, he selectively lost his memory.

He forgot everything that happened in those 33 days, the only thing he remembered was Ji Xia's screams.

The only witness line on the police side was broken, and the incident happened before the [-]th. The murderer was extremely cunning, and the criminal investigation technology was backward at that time. Now the police have nothing but a photo of the murderer captured in the surveillance at that time. It's gone, there are so many people, chasing the murderer with only one photo is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Ji Qiuhan took a sip of the hot water Han Jin handed over, his eyes finally regained some anger.

"...I'm sorry, it was a bit miserable for him, and I caused you trouble."

"What's this? That bastard mutilated at least five or six little girls, all of whom were only in their teens...Damn it! It's not bad for him to chop up the heads of this kind of scum! A few of them didn't run away... !"

Ji Qiuhan didn't hear what Han Jin said to him later, he felt that everything around him lost its color, he walked out of the detention center like a marionette,

And the thread that was hanging on him was cut off by the yellow vest's unfamiliar words just now. He had no support, and when he got into the car, his eyelids were hot and bright under the glare of the sun, and Ji Qiuhan felt his arms and legs regain their strength. is their own.

The cell phone thrown on the co-pilot lighted up, and it was a text message from the person who noted "Aunt Lan".

"Xiao Han, go home for dinner tonight."