"..."

In the interrogation room, after Li Tongcai learned of his son's tragic death, he kept his hands on his head and bent over the interrogation table. The pain made his body tremble, but he couldn't cry out.

Sanfu and Xu Shaowei waited patiently for Li Tongcai to regain his rationality. Outside the interrogation room, Jiayi stood in front of the small window, looking at the man who was holding his head and enduring pain, and was a little distracted. Fang Zhenyue came

to the interrogation room to look for someone after finishing his work. When he saw Jiayi standing alone outside the interrogation room, he inexplicably smelled a sense of vulnerability, and his heart tightened. He walked to her side, lowered his head and stared at her for a while, then asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Yue." Her voice was soft, and he didn't know whether she was afraid of disturbing the painful man in the interrogation room, or herself.

"Has the murderer confessed?" he asked. Actually, he had read the confession before coming here and already knew the situation of the case.

"Yes." Jiayi nodded, "After collecting the confessions of the relevant personnel, we can basically organize the documents and prepare to close the case."

There are also some murders in this world where it is not difficult to identify the real murderer, but they are also tragedies that make people feel uncomfortable.

Li Tongcai in the interrogation room suddenly choked, then raised his head and wiped his face vigorously. Without waiting for Sanfu to ask, he spoke:

"... I originally wanted to take her home. I have never changed my mind and I love Xiaotong very much... This year my parents originally relented and agreed to meet Meixia and Xiaotong, so I promised Meixia that I would definitely take her home this year.

"But... I heard my mother chatting with the aunt at home, saying that she wanted to see her grandson Xiaotong. If the child is good, she will go to the mother and keep the child... If Xiaotong was forcibly taken away from Meixia, I can't imagine how sad Meixia would be...

"I still want to marry Meixia in the future, and I want her to get along peacefully with my mother... So I didn't tell Meixia about my mother's plan...

"I am in a cold war with my family every day, trying to bargain for a good result...

"There's really nothing going on between me and my female subordinate..."

Li Tongcai was talking, and suddenly he covered his head again. Finally, he couldn't control himself anymore, and he choked and sobbed:

"If I had known...

" "I didn't take care of them... Wuwu..."

Jiayi closed her eyes tightly, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be sad or angry. Originally, in this case, she could place her anger on this man and the offended mother, but now she was suddenly gripped by a sense of bewilderment and grief. She was so confused that she suppressed all her emotions and lost the direction of her emotions.

The fist clenched at her side was suddenly grabbed, and a warm feeling full of power enveloped her, which temporarily stopped her heartbeat and her grief

. When she raised her head, she faced Fang Zhenyue's serious face and gentle eyes.

His cheeks were slightly puffed up, as if he was clenching his teeth to suppress some emotion. His eyes were deep, his brows were pressed lower and lower, so his eyes were completely immersed in the shadows, like a deep spring that others could never see through, with waves that were very important to her but she could not understand.

Jiayi dared not move, the sadness and annoyance in her mind disappeared, and only her hand was left - her hand gently held by Brother Yue.

She wanted to see his eyes clearly, but suddenly she didn't dare to look into his eyes.

When she lowered her eyes, her gaze fell on the button of his shirt, and that button moved along with his chest. The buttons rose and fell with the rise and fall of her chest, thump! thump! thump thump! The buttons were like a heart, beating rhythmically in her head, and her heart moved with it, thump! thump! thump thump thump...

It turned out that there really were better ways in this world than words of comfort. The touch of skin, the warm, soft touch, or the rough, powerful grip, all made people confused and fascinated, and they no longer had time to care about any troubles and tragedies.

Only the interaction of that kind of power and temperature possessed people's entire soul.

Her breathing probably became hotter, and she seemed to see the The air was filled with white mist, and the vision became hazy.

The door of the interrogation room suddenly opened, and Fang Zhenyue trembled as if he had received an electric shock. He opened his hands suddenly, and the next moment, he raised his left hand, which was aggressive, not under his control, complacent and smug, to his lips. He could vaguely smell the fragrance, and his face suddenly turned rouge. He hastily stuffed the hand that had intruded into his trouser pocket and hid it deeply.

Jiayi also hurriedly lowered her eyes and looked aside. She was at a loss in panic. After her eyes rolled twice, she walked out in a panic.

Sanfu saw her and said quickly: "Eleventh sister, we have recorded the confession."

"Oh. "Jia Yi turned her back to him and took a deep breath. She touched her cheek with her left hand and it seemed that it was not so hot anymore. Then she tilted her head and said,

"Brother Sanfu, go to the Forensic Department to collect the information, and Shaowei will go to the Forensic Department. After the information is sorted out, it can be submitted to the Attorney General's Office."

"Yes, madam."

"OK, Sister Eleven. "

The two men left as ordered, and handed Li Tongcai, who was still sitting in the interrogation room, to the uniformed police who were handling the formalities.

Fang Zhenyue leaned against the window of the interrogation room, watched Sanfu and Xu Shaowei leave, and then watched Yi Jiayi's back turn through the doorway, and then he let out a long breath.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, his palms felt sweet, and his heart felt sad.

Turning his head to look at the interrogation room again, Li Tongcai had already wiped away his tears and was leaning back in a chair in a daze.

Love and affection in this world... Love and affection in this world!

...

...

[The murderer first fixed the victim's hands and feet with long nails, then used a 15cm large iron nail to penetrate the victim's skull above the eyebrows, then pulled out the iron nail and nailed a wooden nail into the hole where the iron nail had passed...]

The report form of the forensic department was collected.

[The blood and footprints at the crime scene matched the suspect Wei Meixia... The fingerprints on the murder weapon matched the suspect Wei Meixia...]

The test form of the forensic department was also issued.

[...On January 3rd...the police station received a report...]

Gary's investigation report was also written. Yi Jiayi signed it after reviewing it and handed it to Fang Zhenyue.

The murderer was not suspected, the crime scene was reconstructed, and the murderer pleaded guilty...

The next morning, after all the documents were sorted out, Fang Zhenyue submitted the case of the demon child to the Department of Justice and waited for the verdict.

After seeing the news that day, Li Tongcai's father scolded his wife for being stupid and vicious, and ordered her to be in charge of all matters in the family in the future . She was not allowed to interfere. Li Tongcai faced his parents' quarreling in silence, without saying a word. He packed his luggage and moved out of the Li family villa, ignoring his mother's crying and pleading.

Wei Meixia was transferred to prison awaiting trial. After hearing Li Tongcai's thoughts, Wei Meixia never said a word. The truth drained away all the hatred, obsession and resentment in her body. She was like a dead tree, slowly losing her vitality.

After everything was settled, the detectives in the B team office were lamenting about the past cases and feeling confused about having nothing to do after the cases were solved.

They were like adventurers who had swum through one case after another, witnessed one tragedy of life and death after another, and had not yet reached the other side. Every time they swam past an island, they would fall into a period of fatigue.

"There is a short story in Eileen Chang's "Rumors". When it rains heavily, people who don't have umbrellas try to hide from the rain by staying next to people with umbrellas. Although they are able to block out some rain, the rain gathers on the top of the umbrella into a larger stream and flows all over the head and face of the person holding the umbrella, making things even more embarrassing." Uncle Jiu suddenly spoke up, and he was talking about Eileen Chang. "The implication is that it's not a good thing for a poor person to make friends with rich people. Not only can they not block out the rain, but they get soaked by even more rain, which is a big loss." "Uncle Jiu,

you're well-informed. You even read Eileen Chang!" Liu Jiaming was reading a newspaper while riding on a chair. He was considering whether to go horse racing while talking to her.

"Enough free time..." Uncle Jiu said, waving his hands and sighing, "Money is not a good thing. People make money to buy freedom, happiness, sex and satisfaction. In the end, they are tied by money, and have no time, friends and self, and their freedom is completely ruined. What happiness? How many people make mistakes for a little money? Those young people who want to make money to buy lipsticks and bags, follow others and run to work as part-time workers, but end up going astray. When they are caught, they burst into tears. How can there be any happiness in that?"

Uncle Jiu leaned back, crossed his legs, and said:

"You shouldn't buy drugs. Material desires are unlimited. The more drugs you buy, the more your desires expand. In the end, your body and soul are empty, and you become useless.

"As for clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, they are actually very simple to satisfy. No matter how expensive the food is, it is nothing more than those few kinds of food. Frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying do not require so much complexity and expensiveness to satisfy your needs. If you go to the extreme, what is satisfied is not the basic desires, but vanity and greed.

"If you don't understand it, you will be swallowed by material desires."

"..." Xu Shaowei sat in the innermost corner of the office with a book on criminal psychology recommended to him by Jiayi in front of him. He only read a few pages and listened to Uncle Jiu's words. He always felt it was difficult to concentrate.

Uncle Jiu patted his chest again and shook his head to end:

"When people are alive, they still have to satisfy themselves internally. Love, dreams, pursuits... spiritual satisfaction can support a person's life better than the satisfaction of physical desires."

"Uncle Jiu is so wise." Jiayi leaned over the table, tilted her head and looked at Uncle Jiu, her smile gradually relaxed.

Listening to everyone's words, chatting with everyone about work and life, there will be a faint but real sense of happiness.

This is probably what Uncle Jiu said about the spiritual satisfaction that "love" brings to people.

"Haha, at least I have lived for most of my life." Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel proud. The elders inevitably like to be life mentors for the younger generation. If what they say makes sense and is recognized, it is also a kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Jiayi jumped up and went to the office table to get the teapot, and made a cup of health tea for Uncle Jiu, "Uncle Jiu, have some tea."

"Thank you, Eleventh Sister!" Uncle Jiu was about to stand up, but Jiayi pushed him back down, so he smiled happily while holding the tea.

The days without cases are so peaceful and quiet that one wishes time could freeze.

Xu Shaowei leaned back in his chair, raised his head, and watched Liu Jiaming jump up from his chair to ask for tea. He watched everyone enjoying this moment of leisure in the midst of their busy schedule, and like Jiayi, he longed for time to stop at this happy moment forever.

But there are always calls to the police that don't let the police go.

The door of the inspector's office opposite the B team's office was suddenly opened, and Fang Zhenyue's steady footsteps approached.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the door. Their faces wrinkled, and everyone seemed to be saying: No way? No way there is another case, Brother Yue?

Fang Zhenyue appeared at the door as expected. He put his hands in his pockets and supported the door frame with one hand. After standing still, he scanned the office with a heavy gaze. After making sure everyone was there, he said:

"Let's go, there is another case."

"No way..."

"Can't these bastards just be quiet for a day?"

There was a chorus of wailing.

Xu Shaowei's back tightened, and the hand holding the bookmark unconsciously tightened. He stared into Fang Zhenyue's eyes, waiting to hear the other party briefly describe the location of the crime and the content of the report.

Fang Zhenyue seemed to notice Xu Shaowei's eyes, and his eyes raised, passing everyone and falling on Xu Shaowei's face.