moonlight sinking

Yan Langzhao stays with Yanchun for dinner, and Yanchun says he has booked a flight back to Lihai at night.

Yan Langzhao is not surprised, he has watched Yanchun grow up these years, this child has his own ideas, once things are straightened out, he does things like a rush.

He patted Yanchun on the shoulder, and told him not to be foolish in everything, but to believe in himself now.

Yanchun nodded solemnly, took a taxi after leaving the investigation center, and headed to the airport.

Yanchun lied about booking the plane ticket.

Before seeing Uncle Yan, he actually didn't intend to return to Li Hai immediately.

Regarding his memory, the answer should not be found so quickly, and the estrangement and conflict between him and Uncle Yan will take time to deal with.

But the conversation went smoothly beyond his expectation. They confessed to each other and sorted out a line close to the truth. To grasp the truth, he had to go to the other party, Jing Hanyu.

He couldn't wait to see Jinghanyu, and he didn't want to stay in the capital for a moment.

On the way to the airport, Yanchun browsed the air ticket information on her mobile phone. There are still flights to Lihai today, but they are all at night and need to wait.

He placed the order without hesitation, and felt a burst of noise in his muscles, and the feeling of near-excitement made him tremble slightly.

Uncle Yan said that he can trust himself and Jinghanyu, Jinghanyu may be trustworthy, and may even become a lock to bind him, so he doesn't need to be afraid to find the answer with Jinghanyu.

But he was so eager to go back, not because he wanted to have a long talk with Jing Hanyu immediately.

His purpose was much simpler and purer—he just suddenly wanted to see Jing Hanyu very much.

His restlessness accumulated again, and he wanted to find Jing Hanyu to release him.

The tip of his tongue seemed to well up with the blood he had licked that day, and the blood stained the bright moon. The red moon hung high in the sky, tempting him to commit crimes.

However, the crime against Jing Hanyu was allowed.

Yanchun turned his head to look at the flowing street scene outside the window, and took a long breath into his lungs.

A voice in my heart asked, do you know what you are thinking and what you are doing?Another voice in my heart answered clearly: I know, I am not crazy.

Arriving at the airport, there was still some time before boarding the plane, Yanchun finished the formalities, went through the security check, found a seat with relatively few passengers, and began to replay the conversation with Uncle Yan not long ago in his mind.

When he was treated and studied with Dr. Carton, he studied many topics involving psychology and criminal psychology. The doctor praised his talent, and he did help the police a lot with his innate criminal personality.

But in the four years since he returned to China, he was busy analyzing suspects and patients who were brought to him in need of help, but he neglected one point—examining himself.

He has long given himself an unchangeable definition: a lunatic.

Even though Dr. Carton issued a lengthy report before sending him back to China, he stated that he had actively cooperated with the treatment for many years, and the effect was remarkable. Although he still needs self-discipline and regular psychological feedback, he is already a normal person who can integrate into society.

Madmen live in cages.

A lunatic is not worthy of fantasizing about his sweetheart.

Any emotional ups and downs in a madman are wrong.

The lunatic can only be calm and rational forever, and be a machine serving the police.

He had such a low opinion of himself, so when Uncle Yan praised him without hesitation, his chest was heaving and his eyes were burning.

Uncle Yan pulled him into a track where he could examine himself, and he couldn't help but look back at his career as a consultant.

It seems that he has not always separated sensibility and rationality like a machine. When empathizing with criminals, what he feels is not the despicable pleasure of killing, but quietly inflated anger.

He can also feel the grief of the victim's family, and he is not indifferent in the face of death.

And when the evil extended an olive branch to him, he never cut it off indifferently.

The doctor has confidence in him, and Uncle Yan has confidence in him—they are insiders of his gloomy past.

Ye Jiu regards him as the only consultant recognized by the detachment, and colleagues like Yuan Le and Han Mingming regard him as one of their own—they are ignorant.

His cage had actually been opened a long time ago, but he crouched inside with his knees hugged, afraid to go out.

The setting sun sinks on the entire glass wall, creating a huge sea of ​​light.

Yanchun held her brows tightly amidst people coming and going, immersed in her distrust of herself and the affirmation of others.

He is a very bold consultant, sometimes his ideas are so "unrealistic" that it makes Ye Qiu angry, but he is timid and conservative in this matter.

What if, he thought pessimistically, what if both the doctor and Uncle Yan were wrong?I'm still that lunatic, but I just pretended so well that I fooled everyone?

"what--!!!"

Suddenly, a woman screamed from behind.

This was followed by the cry of a child and the curse of a man.

Yanchun looked back, and saw that some of the passengers who were sitting in that direction got up and left in a hurry, and some waited and watched vigilantly.

At the center of the noise were two middle-aged men with a height of 1.8 meters, a woman with her hair torn apart, and a girl with twin ponytails guarded by a woman.

They were dressed in ordinary clothes, with a few old travel bags beside them. One of the men kicked the woman in the stomach. The woman screamed in pain and fell hard on the row of chairs. slap in the face.

Passengers have called the police, but the airport police and staff haven't arrived yet. The violent man is tall and big, and looks very difficult to provoke. Some people want to go up to help, but are frightened away by the man's fierce eyes.

Seeing this, Yanchun didn't think about it, and quickly rushed into the crowd, and when the man who slapped him was about to strike again, he grabbed the man's wrist forcefully.

I probably didn't expect that there would be people who would dare to meddle in other people's business. The man's triangular eyes showed a fierce look, and he copied the dialect and spouted obscenities.

The other man punched Yan Chun.

Yanchun dodged lightly, cut one person's hands backwards in his posture, and kicked the other person to the ground.

The woman behind her burst into tears and almost broke down saying thank you.

The two men looked like they were used to living in the villages and towns. How could they have suffered such a disadvantage, and they still wanted to fight Yanchun when they got up.

The police arrived at this time and brought the scene under control.

Yanchun was unscathed, but after making such a fuss, it was inevitable to make some notes.

As he had judged, the two men were brothers, from an unknown village in the south, and the woman was the wife of one of them, who had been severely beaten all year round.

This time when they came to the capital to attend the wedding of distant relatives, the two brothers felt poor in front of their relatives and lost face, so they vented their dissatisfaction on the woman.

After finishing the notes, Yanchun could have left directly, but he looked at the sobbing woman, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

Although she had been taken by the policewoman to freshen up, the woman still looked disheveled and dull.

But Yanchun could see from her repeated thanks and the look in her eyes at this time that she has not become numb in the suffering life, she wants to change, and if someone is willing to help her, she can come out.

"Have you thought about getting a divorce?" Yanchun asked.

Other people's housework is beyond the scope of his involvement as a consultant of the Lihai City Bureau. Even the airport police will at most file a case for investigation and educate the violent man.

The woman stared into his eyes for a long time, bit her lip and nodded.

Yanchun said: "What happened today is important evidence.

Tell the police what happened to you in detail, make an injury appraisal, and properly keep the evidence of the injury. "

The woman kept nodding her head, but because of her experience and her usual living environment, she couldn't keep up, and looked dazed.

Yanchun picked up the phone, "Wait for me."

He called a doctor he knew and explained the situation, and he was more than happy to help.

He went back and wrote down the doctor's contact information and his own contact information and handed it to the woman.

"Don't be afraid, you can contact me if you need it.

I am an advisor to the police. "

Saying that, Yanchun smiled, "Although I'm not a policeman, I can help people in need like a policeman."

There were tears in the woman's eyes again, she firmly held the paper in her hand, and nodded firmly.

After dealing with the emergency, Yanchun returned to the boarding gate. He changed his ticket to the next flight, which was about to take off.

The plane left the brilliant night scene and headed for the quiet night sky.

Yan Chun closed her eyes amidst the roar, her spirit was in a state of exhaustion and boiling.

He wondered if Uncle Yan hadn't said that to him, would he have stood up to help the struggling woman in the chaos.

He seems to subconsciously prove that he is really a normal person with a sense of justice.

The woman's grateful eyes were engraved in his vision, and at this moment, something like a responsibility was lightly placed on his shoulders.

Instead of feeling heavy, he felt light.

Halfway through the voyage, Yanchun's mood gradually calmed down, and his thoughts were once again occupied by Jinghanyu.

He thought, it would be great if he could see Jinghan Island as soon as he got off the plane.

Jinghanyu happened to be at Lihai Airport at the moment.

In the afternoon, Li Jiangyang put an end to Li Hai's affairs. He wanted to wait a few more days, but was driven back to the headquarters by Jing Hanyu.

"Then you drive me."

A co-founder squeezed by capitalists makes a not-so-excessive demand.

Jing Hanyu agreed.

On the way, Li Jiangyang changed Fang'er to ask how far Jing Hanyu and his "wife" had progressed. In the past few days, he had heard from the detachment that Advisor Yan appeared in front of Team Ye in order to provide Jing Hanyu with an alibi. It means that Jing Hanyu's arrest of his wife was successful.

But after observing and observing, he still felt that something was wrong. The two of them didn't look like normal couples.

Jing Hanyu didn't even give a look, and said coldly, "Did you call my wife?"

Li Jiangyang: "...Fuck!"

Sending people away, Jinghanyu originally didn't plan to stay at the airport, but Yanchun's bracelet sent a real-time update: Yanchun bought a ticket back to Lihai tonight.

Yanchun went to the capital this time because he had discussed it with him.

The bloody confrontation that day did not let them completely talk about it.

They are still suspicious of each other.

What Yanchun meant was to first find a policeman named Yan, ask him about what happened back then, and then plan the next step with him.

He knew who Yanchun was talking about, Yan Langzhao, the person who cleared Yanchun of suspicion.

If Yanchun's memory has been tampered with, then Yan Langzhao must be the one who knows.

Jing Hanyu found a cafe at the airport to sit down, and soon received the news that Yanchun had changed her ticket, and couldn't help being puzzled—Yanchun told him that she would stay in the capital for a few more days, why was she in such a hurry to come back?

After a long flight, the plane finally landed in the early morning.

Yanchun walked out of the arrival hall with a bag that didn't contain much luggage, and when he saw Jinghanyu standing among the sparse crowd, he closed his eyes hard.

That's right, it's really Jinghan Islet.

"Why are you here?" Yanchun asked in surprise when the bag was taken.

Jing Hanyu asked back: "Why did you come back today?"

When Yanchun asked, he realized that he was still wearing Yuwei's bracelet, and that Jing Hanyu could indeed obtain his itinerary in a fair manner.

"I got the answer, so I came back."

Jinghanyu stopped and looked at Yanchun.

I don't know if it's because it's late at night, and people are always prone to mood swings in the middle of the night. Yanchun feels that Jinghanyu looks less calm and unfathomable than usual at this time.

He spied Jing Hanyu's sudden uneasiness.

What is the cause of this anxiety?Is it related to his memory?

No one wants to linger at the airport in the early morning. People pull their suitcases and walk forward quickly, surrounded by the sound of pulleys rolling across the ground, which is detailed and emotionless.

Only they stand in the flowing picture, as if they are frozen.

Even during the flight, Yanchun did not decide whether to spread everything out to Jinghanyu as Uncle Yan said.

He rushed back in such a hurry, the biggest motivation was to see Jing Hanyu, and use his physical entanglement to fill up his mental anxiety.

But at this moment, looking at himself in Jing Hanyu's eyes, he suddenly had the courage to confess.

Yan Chun took two steps forward, touching the toe of Jing Hanyu's shoe, then raised his hand and put it around Jing Hanyu's neck, raised his head, and said with an unconscious attachment in his voice, "Brother Jing."

This is what they called when they were teenagers. It's not like he never called it that way after the reunion, but it was always mixed with dark and unclear emotions. Never was it as transparent and straightforward as this time.

He just wanted to call it that way, so he did.

Obviously he was the older one, but when Jing Hanyu took care of him, he felt very safe.

Jing Hanyu didn't expect Yan Chun to make such a sudden move, she was stunned for a moment, and pressed the hand that didn't carry the bag on Yan Chun's back, "Huh?"

"Take me home."

The light in Yanchun's eyes flooded, and he added, "Go to your place."

The car is passing through the streets in the early morning, and the neon lights of various colors appear deserted because no one appreciates them.

This desolate patchwork is grotesque, and the backside of life is like an extremely rational fatalism.

No one spoke on the road, the car stopped in a neighborhood where the lights were out, and Yanchun said, "No one has touched my memory."

Jing Hanyu frowned, "Yan Langzhao said that?"

"Yes."

"So you trust him, not me."

Jing Hanyu's voice became colder, with a hint of sarcasm passing through the end.

Yan Chun turned her face away, calmer than she imagined, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you want to say?" Jing Hanyu said, "I'm deluding myself, I'm taking fantasies as facts?"

Yan Chun hugged Jing Hanyu's back neck, leaned over, and put his forehead against his forehead.

It was an overly intimate gesture, even more thrilling than a kiss.

Yan Chun felt that Jing Hanyu froze, and his own heart was beating like thunder.

"No one has touched my memory, but it still seems to have a problem.

I may have forgotten something before I went abroad for treatment. "

Yanchun Huoge% Woci~Magic Ball spoke slowly, "From the time Yu Xiaohai had an accident to the time I decided to leave, I lost very important things, and I can't remember them."

Yanchun became more and more immersed in his emotions. If he could pay attention, he would definitely notice that Jinghanyu was affected by him, and his whole body was tense, like a vigilant and somewhat at a loss beast.

"Uncle Yan said, I should believe in myself and you."

Yanchun shook her head, "But I know what I am, I dare not..."

Jing Hanyu said: "I said, don't describe yourself like that."

Yan Chun greedily asked for his breath, as if the entangled internal organs were finally untied.

"Listen to me.

I still want to know what happened to us at that time, brother Jing, you come and tell me. "

Yan Chun straightened up, staring into Jing Hanyu's eyes, "I believe everything you say.

No, more than that. "

Jing Hanyu said, "What?"

Yan Chun spoke in a raving manner, "That's not the most important thing, the most important thing is, Brother Jing, I want you to be my shackles.

From now on, don't give up on me. "