Wagner drove very steadily, but probably ten times slower than Zhenyue.

The Mercedes drove in a very orderly manner, and even if there were no other cars on the road, it still obeyed traffic rules and speed limits 100%.

Except for Xu Shaowei who kept looking out the window with his chin in his hand, all the other agents in the car were curled up and taking a nap. Jiayi's trip was the shortest, because she was the first stop in the shortest route for sending people calculated by Wagner.

The car turned around, and in the end only Wagner and Xu Shaowei were left.

While waiting for the red light, Wagner looked at Xu Shaowei's face through the rearview mirror.

The young man who was often reported seemed to have softened the cold and hard lines on his cheeks, as if he was on guard against everyone.

"I didn't pull out my gun casually today, let alone shoot." Wagner suddenly spoke.

"Yes, sir." Xu Shaowei retracted his gaze and said, "It was yesterday, sir."

"Are you still receiving psychological counseling?" Wagner asked again.

"I've been doing very well recently and don't need to go anymore. I only took psychological tests and communicated after the last shooting, and everything is normal, sir." Xu Shaowei sat up straight and answered in a serious manner.

"Yeah." Wagner nodded and said nothing more.

Xu Shaowei also fell silent.

The awkward atmosphere lasted until Xu Shaowei got out of the car. The two said goodbye stiffly and politely. Wagner pulled the steering wheel to the right and drove into the lane, then stepped on the accelerator to turn out of Xu Shaowei's sight.

The young man's hands, which had been clenched into fists in his trouser pockets, finally loosened.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for some people.

Strangely, the agents who thought they would have a good sleep turned tossing and turning after touching the pillow and had trouble falling asleep.

Jiayi put on a hooded sweatshirt, put on the hood, lay flat, and pulled the hat tightly, leaving only her nostrils exposed.

This was the position that made her feel safest after watching horror movies when she was a child, as if she was a baby in a cradle, protected by her mother.

But it didn't work today.

When people are busy, they always ignore many emotions. When they are not busy anymore, they suddenly have plenty of time to savor everything, and all the ignored emotions will come back.

Afraid that she would disturb her sister's sleep by tossing around like a pancake, Jiayi simply got up quietly, wrapped in a small blanket and went to the living room alone.

Curled up on the sofa, she sat there for a long time, and when she turned her head, she saw the landline phone on the small table beside her.

It was about 6 o'clock in the afternoon in London. Was Brother Yue having dinner, or had he just had dinner?

In the past, when she was working, she had someone to share all her feelings with. Suddenly, she couldn't, and she felt as if something had collapsed around her.

Without hesitation, she dialed the number that Brother Yue left for everyone. Before she could feel uneasy, a busy tone pulled her eyes down. She

hung up the movie silently and continued to be in a daze, trying to fight against everything she didn't want to recall.

...

...

On the street outside the hotel window, exotic girls wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, black or flesh-colored stockings, and fluffy long curly hair or short curly hair like boys passed by playfully. He brushed shoulders with a gentleman in a top hat and a tweed trench coat, and was swept into the hazy cold mist, leaving only a string of laughter and a vague London accent.

Fang Zhenyue's mind only flashed a thought, "Those sunglasses are so interesting, I'll buy a pair for Eleven... and Jiaru, it would be nice as a gift," and then he retracted his gaze.

After finishing today's work, it was already this time, and it should be two o'clock in the morning in Hong Kong.

He promised to call someone, but this time might disturb people's sleep.

He hesitated for only 2 seconds in front of the phone, then picked up the receiver and dialed without hesitation.

Since he had promised others, he must keep his promise from his point of view.

After two waiting tones, the other party answered the call. Fang Zhenyue knew that he had dialed the right number, and the person he had an appointment with was also waiting for him.

"Why are you still not asleep so late?" He spoke neatly.

"Ah, Mr. Fang, you are learning English. It's so hard to memorize. I just memorized 10 words starting with B, and I forgot the ones starting with A." ​​A man's deep and thick voice came from the phone. Just from this voice, you can tell that this person must have a very strong physique.

"I have already signed up for the Muay Thai class for you and communicated with the other party clearly. You can randomly choose one hour at noon and one hour at night every day. He will entertain you at any time and arrange courses for you randomly." Fang Zhenyue chuckled and did not respond to the other party.

"Got it. Thank you, Sir Fang." The mellow voice said politely, and then asked, "I'm going to help out at Yi Ji tomorrow. I heard there's a crab feast. Uh, Sir Fang, do you have anything for me to do?"

"No, just do your thing. Do you study hard every day at night school? How's your progress? Can you keep up?"

"I go every day, and I'm still... I can keep up."

"It doesn't matter, just study hard. You have a weak foundation, so take your time." Fang Zhenyue spoke slowly, with a soothing tone.

"Sir Fang, don't worry. You've helped me so much, I will definitely do my best."

"Well, that's good. It's getting late, you should rest too." Fang Zhenyue looked at the time.

"Goodnight, Sir Fang." The mellow voice said goodbye to Fang Zhenyue in not very standard English, but he didn't feel embarrassed, but rather a little proud.

Fang Zhenyue also said 'bye bye' and hung up the phone. The person on the other end of the ocean also hung up the line. The person holding an English book and putting down the landline receiver was Qin Xiaolei, the survivor of the Rose Hunter serial murder case.

...

...

After pausing for a few seconds at the landline, Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath and picked up the receiver again.

The second call, which he had to make even if it meant disturbing others, was answered by a hoarse female voice. This time, the speed of answering the call was faster than Qin Xiaolei's, as if she had been guarding the microphone all the time.

"Are you still awake?" Fang Zhenyue knew that she could recognize his voice, so he didn't say much.

"Brother Yue, have you eaten?" Jiayi blinked and stared at the darkness in front of her, and suddenly felt a kind of... tacit understanding as if the two of them had agreed to make this call.

"Not yet, but there's no rush." ​​He didn't want to talk about himself, and sank into the checkered sofa. He asked concernedly, "I heard there's a new case. Are you okay?"

These few simple words were the care that the person who had always taken care of her had never forgotten.

Jiayi held the topic and was silent for a long time.

Brother Yue is probably a professional tear-inducing master or cry-trigger.

Fortunately, darkness conceals everything, so she doesn't need to be ashamed.

Ten seconds later, she rubbed her nose, nodded and said, "It's OK, Brother Yue, we solved the case within 24 hours. The murderer has a very poor psychological quality, and he confessed after being frightened."

"Sensitive people have too strong feelings about this world. If they don't comfort themselves to become wise, they will become demons. Correspondingly, with strong sensitivity, they are naturally afraid." Fang Zhenyue's voice was always low and his speech was always slow. Even when talking about work, he had the power to comfort people.

"How is the new leader? Is it okay to get along with him on the first day? Did he do anything wrong?" Fang Zhenyue raised his eyebrows.

"Inspector Wagner is very serious, but not bad. He treats us well and sends us home after work." Jiayi was like a child going home from kindergarten for the first day, like a child whose parents report everything they have seen.

After telling her about several things that happened with Wagner, she thought about it and did not forget to add:

"But he is far from being as good as Brother Yue."

"That's more like it." Fang Zhenyue's voice was particularly serious.

"Haha." Jiayi finally laughed.

The light topic seemed to have been talked about for a long time, but it ended in the blink of an eye.

Making a phone call is very different from being in the office. Once both parties stop talking, a certain ambiguous factor begins to rise wildly, making people blush, their throats tighten, and even their breathing becomes hot. Even though there was no sound in the receiver, she seemed to be able to hear the other person's breathing and heartbeat, so loud and so fast...

It turned out that it was not the other person's breathing and heartbeat, but her own.

Jiayi's smart brain was racing. She didn't want to hang up the phone, so she tried her best to think of a necessary topic to talk about, or a particularly interesting topic that could be discussed.

But before she could think of it, Fang Zhenyue had already done it for her.

He seemed to have prepared for it, speaking at a steady pace and with clear words:

"In today's class, the professor shared a murder case that happened in a small town in the UK. I was deeply touched by what I heard. Tannen's major in criminal psychology and your extraordinary talent in this area are really meaningful for the detection of murders and the containment of crime.

"Tannen has been running around Stanley Prison recently to get to know the criminals in custody. You can go with him when you are free, observe more, learn more, and understand more, and you will definitely become stronger.

"Maybe this can become your core competitiveness, and you will have a lot to do in the future police station, Eleven."

Jiayi's eyes widened, the ambiguity dissipated, but the enthusiasm was still there, but for the word "future".

"Understood, Brother Yue, I will go." Jiayi sat up straight and nodded vigorously.

The bedroom door of Jiajun and his elder brother suddenly opened. She thought she had disturbed them, so she wanted to apologize, but she saw Jiajun in pajamas, rubbing his eyes, and went straight to the bathroom without even looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhenyue asked.

"Jiajun got up to pee." Jiayi couldn't help laughing, "You scared me."

After a while, little Jiajun pushed the door open, glanced at her, and suddenly turned to the kitchen. After

a few dings, he brought a small cup and placed it next to Jiayi, nodded at her, and rubbed his eyes and went back to the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhenyue asked again.

"Jiajun made me a cup of honey water." Jiayi picked up the water and took a sip. It was warm and sweet.

"It's good for staying up late." Fang Zhenyue said.

"Yeah." My heart was also warm and sweet.

"Let me share with you this case in a small town in England," he said.

"Okay." Jiayi turned on the desk light, ran to her bag and took out a notebook, spread it on her knees, "Brother Yue, you tell me."

"One foggy morning, the owner of the bakery said that the helper he hired had not come for two days and had not called to ask for leave. The inspector who came to buy bread smelled something wrong, asked some more questions, and then took the bread and ate it while going around to the next street and alley to find the bakery helper who rented there.

"That was a single mother who came to the town with her baby son six years ago. She was a woman who was not good at speaking, had light eyebrows and hair color, and looked very gentle.

"The inspector knocked on the door but no one answered. There was no smoke from cooking in the early morning and no signs of life.

"The neighbor said that they hadn't seen the mother and daughter go out for two days. The 6-year-old son was still very lively and would run around the alley every night, but he didn't do that in the past two days.

"A few minutes later, the inspector knocked on the door and saw the mother and son, who had been dead for a long time, lying on the bed in the bedroom.

"They were tied up with sheets, cloth strips and clothes, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

"They faced east, facing the window, as if they were confessing."

"Hiss..." Jiayi took a breath of cool air unconsciously.

"No one has ever really known them. "

The young mother who cleans up the fallen leaves in the entire alley every day, who shyly avoids people's gazes but smiles to express her kindness, and her lovely son.

"Weak and helpless.

"Six years after living in this town that they thought was peaceful and cozy, she suddenly died in the room they rented."

"..." Jiayi sighed deeply, and then the detective side of her woke up, and she instinctively asked: "Are there other traces at the scene? Was the woman assaulted before her death? Was the family's finances looted? Footprints, fingerprints and other clues..."

Fang Zhenyue was silent for a few seconds, a moment when he vaguely smiled.

"The woman died of suffocation, and the murder weapon was a pillow.

"The woman had been assaulted before her death, and her lower body was severely damaged. The tools used were a bread knife, a candlestick, a bedside flower arrangement, a Bible, and a special spoon for scooping cheese.

"There were many signs of being tied up on her body, the most obvious on her wrists, ankles and neck.

"The 6-year-old child died from a blunt force trauma to the head. The murder weapon was a rolling hammer wrapped in a small cup to silence it.

"It showed that the child had been tied to a chair at the foot of the bed, with his lower jaw tilted down and his mother's underwear stuffed in his mouth. His genitals were also damaged, but he had not been sexually assaulted.

"The family's finances had not been searched, and the murderer was obviously not after money.

"There was only half a shoe toe mark, and the rest of the place was clean. No fingerprints were left. There were traces of ropes and traces of blood-stained rubber smears on the iron pillars at the head of the bed. After on-site inspection, it was determined that the murderer wore rubber gloves and condoms, and simply swept the floor before leaving.

"Apart from these cleanup actions to cover up the clues... the scene was a mess."

"The murderer was well prepared and had very good anti-detection capabilities." Jiayi stopped talking, thought for a moment and said:

"Kneeling in the East, is there any religious significance?"

"The inspector thought so at first, but the town, which has always been peaceful, has never had any large-scale vicious incidents, and the old inspector does not have much experience in this area. The only police station in the town has put all its efforts into this case, but still has no clue.

"Everyone agreed that it was impossible for someone in the town to do such a heinous act, so they began to check outsiders, but to no avail.

"Later, after an expert in criminal psychology in London learned of the existence of this case, he drove to the town with a team of people...

"Based on the photo and the description of the town detective, the expert wrote a profile:

"Tall, elderly, who once had rights and enjoyed rights, but the rights are disappearing or have already disappeared.

"Having been rejected by the deceased on a 'sexual' level, he planned for a period of time and carried out this 'beautiful' 'execution'. This was not a cult-like killing, but a revenge against those who resisted him.

"The 6-year-old son of the deceased woman was a spectator of this 'execution', just like the onlookers of the beheadings at the city gates before. He wanted to show his strength to others, and the powerlessness and fearful reactions of others also made him feel powerful."

"Power." Jiayi repeated the two words.

Fang Zhenyue responded:

"Yes, power.

"Putting the corpse in a kneeling position was a show of his power.

"He is satisfied with the power he has.

"Enjoy it and show it off. Now, he has the most powerful power."

Jiayi supplemented: "The right to decide the life and death of others."

Fang Zhenyue whispered: "Yes."

"Is the murderer a retired veteran? A retired detective? Or divine power..." Jiayi frowned and began to guess, in a small town with only one police station, a small town with few outsiders, how many professionals would have the ability to counter-detect, the courage to kill, the strength to control a mother and son, and fit the expert's profile?

"You guessed right." Fang Zhenyue exhaled lightly, "It's an old policeman who left the police force 15 years ago because of severe alcoholism."

Jiayi fell silent and began to think about the case carefully.

Fang Zhenyue did not interrupt her until she sighed softly, he spoke again:

"It's late, you should go to bed."

"Ah, Brother Yue hasn't had dinner yet. "Jia Yi then remembered that she seemed to have just started the call, but when she looked at the time, 46 minutes had already passed

. "Tomorrow I will fax you the files of all the abnormal death cases that have occurred in this town in the past 15 years. You can read them for reference, and then solve the puzzle I leave for you." Fang Zhenyue did not answer, but started talking again. "

Ah, Brother Yue wants to leave me a puzzle?" Jia Yi raised her eyebrows and hurriedly picked up her pen to take notes.

"Question, is this mother and son the first time the murderer has killed someone?" Fang Zhenyue said word by word.

"I've got it." Jia Yi stopped writing and looked up, looking like a good student.

"Well, go to bed. "Good night. "

Jiayi's voice was gentle and graceful, and there was a hint of reluctance in every syllable.

This voice came along the network cable and gently tickled the earlobe of Fang Zhenyue.

Perhaps because Qin Xiaolei had just said the same thing, listening to Jiayi's soft voice saying goodbye, he actually felt a little silly.

Lifting her lips, he murmured a low "hmm", and in return, he touched Jiayi's eardrum, and then said:

"bye bye~"

…

A few minutes later, Jiayi lay back on the bed, her mind filled with the overseas call from Brother Yue and the questions he left for her. She

completely forgot about the flow images in the barbecued pork buns case and the scenes she saw in the cellar.

Before she knew it, she was pulled into a dream.

No nightmares, a good night's sleep.