Zhou Jianyun is dead!
Or he committed suicide.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Shu's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
I don't want to kill the Earl. Did the Earl die because of me?
No, that's not right. People like Zhou Jianyun don't deserve to die.
Lin Shu hurried back and told Han Yan the news.
"Zhou Jianyun is dead, he——"
With a bang!
It was the sound of a cup breaking on the ground.
Lin Shu and Han Yan turned and looked behind them.
Han Xue raised her hands in the air, her face full of confusion and helplessness, her voice trembling: "He... he's dead?"
"Did... did I kill him?" Her eyes were empty.
Lin Shu hurried over and hugged her: "No, no, how could it be you who killed him."
"He committed suicide, he committed suicide." Lin Shu said as he gently stroked her back, "It's none of your business."
"But," Han Xue broke free from Lin Shu's embrace and grabbed Lin Shu's arm tightly, emotionally, "If we hadn't caught him, he wouldn't have died."
"If you don't catch him, you will die, and even other girls will die in the future." Han Yan, who had stood next to them at some point, said in a deep voice.
"Do you still think we shouldn't arrest him?" Han Yan's eyes were sharp.
"I, I..." Han Xue seemed frightened, her face pale, panic-stricken, and she shook her head desperately, "No, no, I..."
Lin Shu glared at Han Yan and pulled Han Xue back to the room.
"Am I wrong?" Han Xue asked with trembling lips as she entered the room, her eyes helpless, like a confused deer.
Lin Shu thought about it and nodded.
"You're wrong." Lin Shu said seriously, not trying to comfort her like before.
They cannot protect this simple and kind girl forever.
She should be made to realize that being kind is good, but being too kind is...
An ironic word from his past life flashed through Lin Shu’s mind—Holy Mother.
Han Xue was stunned, as if she had not expected Lin Shu to say that.
Her face turned pale in an instant, then turned red, her face full of shame.
"Yes, I'm sorry." She choked with tears in her eyes.
Lin Shu sighed softly and held her in his arms. Growing up is always painful, isn't it?
Wait for Han Xue to calm down.
Lin Shu walked out of the room.
Han Yan, who was sitting in the hall, waved to her.
Lin Shuyi sat down.
He took Lin Shu's hand and looked at it carefully.
"What's wrong?" Lin Shu was puzzled and looked at his arm following his gaze.
Only then did I discover that there were several purple marks on both arms.
It was obvious that Han Xue had grabbed it when she was emotional.
"It's okay." It's just that her skin is delicate and looks a little creepy.
A trace of heartache flashed across Han Yan's face: "It's nothing, just apply some medicine."
He pulled Lin Shu into the room, found the ointment, and gently applied it to her.
Lin Shu looked at him and felt warm in his heart.
"Xiaoxue——"
"Xiaoxue——"
After a while, both of them spoke at the same time.
"Xiaoxue is fine." Knowing what he wanted to ask, Lin Shu spoke first.
"Yeah." Han Yan held her hand tightly and did not let go.
"Just now, I was too harsh." He said after hesitating for a second.
Lin Shu shook his head: "No, you are right."
Han Yan was stunned, as if he had not expected her to say that.
Lin Shu glared at him and said, "I just don't understand reason."
Han Yan coughed lightly: "Absolutely not."
Lin Shu snorted lightly: "I won't bother with you."
"Thank you, my dear wife."
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
"What did you say just now about Zhou Jianyun committing suicide?" Han Yan asked, gently squeezing Lin Shu's hand.
"Brother Chen Feng called," Lin Shu glanced at him, "Brother Chen called and said there was news from the police station that Zhou Jianyun was dead, and homicide has been ruled out."
"Yeah." Han Yan's expression remained unchanged.
She paused and continued, "I haven't told you yet that he might be mentally ill."
A hint of surprise flashed across Han Yan's face.
"It must be hereditary..." Lin Shu described the condition of Zhou Jianyun and her mother that they had seen before, and analyzed the reasons for her suspicion.
Han Yan frowned slightly and was silent for a while: "Fortunately..."
"Yes, fortunately..."
The two looked at each other and understood what the other meant.
Because, if it is really a mental illness, then things may change.
Is it pitiful to be sick?
From a certain perspective, it's pitiful, but relying on this to do whatever he wants...
Lin Shu and the others did not change their plans because of Zhou Jianyun's incident.
The three of them rushed to the train station the next day.
What they didn't know was that as soon as they left, Deputy Commander Lu asked Brigade Commander He to enter his office.
"Old He." Deputy Commander Lu closed the document in his hand.
"Chief."
Deputy Commander Lu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth, seemingly thinking about something.
"Let Han Yan come over." After a long while, he stopped and said in a deep voice.
Brigade Commander He was stunned: "Han Yan?"
"Well. What's the problem?" Deputy Commander Lu turned around.
"No, no." Brigade Commander He said quickly, "But he went home today."
Deputy Commander Lu stared at him without saying a word.
Brigade Commander He straightened his back.
"Forget it, tell me when he comes back." Deputy Commander Lu waved his hand.
Brigade Commander He breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."
After Brigade Commander He went out.
Deputy Commander Lu sat back at the table, opened the document he had just read, and stared at an old photo in a daze.
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