Love Me if You Dare: Pristine Darkness

The results of the on-site exploration came out quickly.

The staff reported: "Lumino's response showed that a lot of blood remained on the scene. It was tested by Ke Qian. It is theoretically impossible for a person to have so much blood.

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In the evening, members of the special case team ate some fast food in a small restaurant downstairs of the police station.

When ordering food, Bo Jinyan called Fu Ziyu and asked him to eat together. The tone is call forwarding. Fu Ziyu's hearty voice sounded on the phone: "Harrow, if you hear this prompt, it means that I am sleeping or on vacation, etc. It is not convenient to answer your call. Please call again later."

Bo Jinyan smiled slightly and put down her phone.

Fang Qing lit a cigarette and leaned slowly against the door. Watching An An order a bottle of Coke for himself, asked, "Aren't you both smoking?"

Bo Jinyan looked up at him and couldn't bother to answer. An Yan smiled and said, "I don't like the smell of smoke."

Fang Qing smiled, her eyes staring slightly into the distance, and continued to swallow the clouds and mist.

After a cigarette was smoked, he walked into the private room. Jian Yao smelled the smoke of him, but didn't even feel annoying.

"What do you think?" Fang Qing looked at Bo Jinyan.

"The answer is obvious," Bo Jinyan said.

Jian Yao also frowned about this bizarre case. An Yan said: "I believe in probability, Ke Qian should be dead."

Bo Jinyan looked at Jian Yao and said with a smile, "Mrs. Bo, your thinking style tends to be more meticulous, which is both a strength and a weakness. Please keep in mind a criminal investigation rule: when the situation becomes more complicated and strange, the truth tends to tend to The simpler the result. "

"Um." Jian Yao nodded.

Fang Qing smiled: "Do you two get along so often? Full of academic exploration?"

Jian Yao smiled: "Yes."

Fang Qing just laughed. After a while, she patted Bo Jinyan on the shoulder and whispered, "It's a blessing that you can marry a wife who is so tolerant of you."

Bo Jinyan subconsciously dislikes being touched by others and is still a man. But Fang Qing's stubbornness, broadly, freely and naturally, did not make him feel annoying.

However, he could hear the ridiculous meaning in Fang Qing's discourse. Was he saying that he was too learned and tedious?

"Oh ..." Bo Jinyan lowered his head and said in Fang Qing's ear, "My passion is so hot that I will not be seen by you outsiders."

Fang Qing took a sip of water in her throat.

"So ..." Jian Yao thought for a moment and looked up. "No matter how bizarre the corpse disappears and comes back to life, no matter how familiar he appears to be with the community members, there are only two possibilities in this case."

Both Bo Jinyan and Fang Qing slowly drank tea and listened to her. An Yan also listened intently.

"First." Jian Yao said, "He is indeed very talented. He survived with little possibility. He lurked for months and then avenged himself."

"Second." Bo Jinyan said, "Ke Qian is indeed dead. Both Fang Qing and the Gu Fangmi saw only his back or side face at night, and he was wearing a hat-so, some A close friend who looked close to him and knew him well, stole his body and avenged him. "

"What should I do next?" An Yan asked.

"Everything is back to the starting point," Fang Qing said, "we will restart the investigation from Ke Qian."

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At this time it was not completely dark, but Fu Ziyu's curtains at home were tightly pulled. There was only a soft lamp on the bedside, which illuminated each other's faces.

At first, even hugs were stingy. After standing for a while, Fu Ziyu reached out and hugged her.

Hold it gently, then slowly tighten your arms.

With this action, Han Yumeng had a heartache and pain.

"Joe?" He asked tremblingly, as if to confirm her existence.

"Hmm ... it's me, Kris."

He hugged for a while, and looked down at her, Ying Ting's nose bridge, slowly moving down her face to find her lips. Both were silent for a while. He covered her lips and covered them hard, only to make Han Yumeng's eyes slightly widened.

She hadn't expected that he would kiss herself so fiercely and frantically, and there was an instant mess in her mind. In front of his eyes, it was not Fu Ziyu, 30, but the enthusiastic and extravagant teenager who was in his early twenties. But his eyes were so hazy, she had never seen him like this. He bit her lip so hard that it hurt her. He pushed her down on the bed and pressed her, but didn't move her clothes any more, just holding her on the shoulders, making her unable to move.

He lowered his head, and Han Yumeng could not see his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed and asked with a dumb voice: "Why suddenly ... came back? Han Yumeng for eight years, eight years! You have been dead in my world for eight years, why do you come back suddenly? Still coming Find me?"

A drop of tears fell on Han Yumeng's cheek.

He cried.

Suddenly, Han Yumeng burst into tears.

"I ..." She couldn't say a word. At this moment I just want to get out of the door, but my body seems to have lost all strength and can't move at all.

She burst into tears and slowly said, "I and he ... encountered a storm at sea, and we were not dead, drifting to South America."

Fu Ziyu looked up at her.

"I ..." She felt her throat so dry as she said every word. "I was forced to do a lot of things that I didn't want to do. I can't come back. I thought I would never see you in my life. Until Recently, he was seriously ill and I escaped. I fled all the way, from South America to China. "

She raised her hand to cover her face.

Fu Ziyu was silent for a while and asked, "Why have you been hiding from me? Now suddenly came to me again."

Han Yumeng replied, "I ... I'm not sure if it should still be in front of you. However, I still want to come and want to find you."

Fu Ziyu watched her for a while, then suddenly let go of her, got up and sat by the bed, silent.

Han Yumeng stared blankly at his back, only to feel sorrow in his heart. It was the **** she once was, her faith, and she loved all her life. Now it is impossible to approach.

Can she still approach? Is she lucky enough to stay with him for the rest of her life?

She crawled over, trembling with all her courage, and hugged him from behind. It's strange that after so many things, she doesn't blink when she sees a stranger dying in front of her eyes. But back to him, it was like turning back to the 20-year-old green girl.

She buried her face on his back, tears, and asked in a very small voice: "Kris ... Do you still love me?"

Fu Ziyu was silent for a while, then suddenly whispered: "Are you asking if I still love you? Joe, if one day, there will be no more stars in the sky. That is the day when I don't love you. "

Han Yumeng froze, tears burst into tears.

After Fu Ziyu finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to hold her in her arms, but she suddenly jumped out of bed and walked towards the door.

When Fu Zi's face changed suddenly, she caught up and held her hand: "Where are you going?"

"I ..." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I can't stay here for too long. He has been chasing me. Kris, please don't tell anyone about my return, including your good friend. Jin Yan. I beg you ... I don't want to ... I can't have any contact with the police. I will come to you again when the time is right. "

Fu Ziyu grabbed her arm and held her. Who knew that she had a wrong wrist, but she broke free easily, and before he responded, she turned around and went out.

Fu Ziyu stood still, without moving. After a while, when he chased out, the corridor was already empty, and the crowd of people downstairs was passing by. Where was she?

Fu Ziyu returned to the room, looking at the wrinkled sheets and her long hair on the pillow, only to feel that everything seemed like a dream.

He went to the balcony and sat in a rattan chair. He looked at the distant night sky, took the mobile phone, and turned to Bo Jinyan's phone, but he didn't dial out. He sat for a long time alone, looked up, but saw the stars shining.

Then he smiled, smiling lonely and tenderly. He put his phone down. He decided to believe and kept waiting.