Chapter 61:

Fang Qing glanced at Jian Yao like a gourd, and sat across from her desk, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked.
Jian Yao glanced at him, didn't talk much, still looking out the window, dazed.
After a while, Fang Qing waited for the sweat and felt more comfortable. But the fire in my heart did not go out. He poked his cigarette and looked up at her, scolding his head and covering his face, and scolded: "What do you mean when you leave the mission in the afternoon? Don't you die? When will the criminal police team turn to the female criminal psychologist to fight the criminal?"
Jian Yao was not angry, and looked at him with calmness: "I seem to have arrested the suspect intact and made no mistakes."
"Yes-no mistakes!" Fang Qing sneered, "what's going to be wrong, can you and I still stand here to talk? You and I have studied fighting for a year, now I don't pay attention to them Is it here? No one can arrest the inmates. I'm a serious criminal policeman, and it's all because of you.
Jian Yao smiled slightly: "Sure enough, I have been in Beijing for a long time, and you have spoken very smoothly. When we first met you in the ancient city, N and L were still indistinguishable."
When she saw that she was still avoiding heavy things, she refused to be subdued, Fang Qing was silent for a moment, and finally said something out: "'We'? You and the guy who left without saying goodbye, isn't he not coming back one day, you have to force yourself like this one day? It ’s earlier than anyone else, he ’s busy later than everyone else. I do n’t count my body. Look at these injuries on your body!
He grabbed her arm, Jian Yao ache, and" snapped "softly. The cuff slipped down, and it really revealed the two new bloodstains that were added today-the one that was slamming on the ground when the prisoner was thrown. Not only that, there are many old, new and old bruises overlapping the entire arm. They are all left when they practice fighting with the police.
Jian Yao pulled her arm back coldly and lowered her sleeve.
Fang Qing also consciously said nothing, but after all, she was still upset, and said, "Don't do this to yourself anymore, all the people trapped in love are fools ~ force, have you heard?"
Jian Yao stood still for a while and looked up. Twilight falls, covering the square police station building, there are faint stars, reflected on the top of the building. It looks familiar and cold.
She smiled and said, "I'm not trapped by love. I know exactly what I'm doing."
"what are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for him. When he returns, I will protect him."
Fang Qing chatted for a while. He has seen many strong women in his whole life. A special policewoman with an iron will, an impersonal female forensic doctor, and his Jin Xiaozhe. But Jian Yao is different from them. She has a supple and tough power. After Bo Jinyan's departure, this power became more apparent. If it was said that Jian Yao was still a gentle and pleasant girl, the calf-like character only broke out when she was forced to rush. But now, her temperament is completely different.
This year, she also lost a lot of weight. The soft cheeks and chin now appear more prominent, showing the stubbornness of a woman. The skin is also tanned. She is also more sturdy, but she is still thin and thin. However, Fang Qing felt that her eyes were brighter. From those cool and bright eyes, you can see her independent and tough character.
An old criminal police officer said to the youth that suffering will sharpen a person from the inside out. From Jian Yao, Fang Qing clearly saw it. Asking himself, the biggest difficulty for so many years is nothing more than splitting up with Jin Xiaozhe. He knew very well what Jane Yao could understand, neither he nor anyone else could.
After a long while, Fang Qing only spit out a word: "idiot."
Jian Yao smiled and touched her belly: "A bit hungry, what to eat?"
"What else can I eat?" Fang Qing threw his cigarette into the trash can. "Catch such a big criminal today, and don't go to the door" Little Red Barbecue "and drink some beer and some skewers!
Jian Yao smiled: "Very good."

Xiao Hong may be just a passerby in our lives. But Xiao Hong's barbecue is cheap, affordable, and delicious, and it will open late. So those men who managed to take off the burden of the day always like to sit here at night. Eat ten skewers of lamb, two oysters, and half a dozen beers. This day seems to be a success.
Once upon a time, did Jian Yao also become a member of the rough criminal police?
Probably, there was no more discerning and delicate man waiting for her from home to begin that day.
The street lights were dim and the big fan blew loudly. Fang Qing grabbed a clean and spacious table and could see the river view under the bridge next to it. Fang Qing was very proud of having a barbecue while still eager for Jiangjing. He felt that in his bones he always carried the art and romance only found in the ancient city criminal police.
Drag a plastic stool and throw it to Jian Yao: "Let ’s eat and Lao Luo will come later. Let's eat the good stuff first."
Jian Yao said "um". The word "good stuff" is exclusive to An Yan, a second-generation youth. Fang Qing probably didn't realize when she learned it.
Facing the river, barbecuing, the river wind came slowly. The heart seems invisible, and it seems to be a heavy and unspeakable burden, as if it can be thrown aside for a while. So they talked about the funny things in the police station, chatted, and both laughed. One day of the Interpol, it was not so hastily passed.
Waiting for a day, it is not so quiet flowing like a deep river.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Luo Lang to come.
Jian Yao and Fang Qing laughed at him. Black luxury car, suit leather shoes, and even the cufflinks on the shirt are shiny. Such a fine man who can make Xiao Hong's eyes bright, but carrying a large bag of red and spicy fresh crayfish.
Luo Lang had just dropped the crayfish on the table, Fang Qing had been busy picking up the bag, grabbing a handful into the bowl, and eating all over. Jian Yao smiled slightly: "Lao Luo, are you busy these days?"
"Yeah." Luo Lang smiled at her, always smiling like a gentle brother. "Just after the murder, the murderer was the murderer you arrested in the first half of the year."
"Oh?" Jian Yao and Fang Qing both looked up. "What's the result of the trial?"
Luo Lang's look was particularly calm: "I'm a defense lawyer. I lost. Sentenced for 30 years."
Jian Yao and Fang Qing gave a slap. Luo Lang didn't care much, as if losing this lawsuit was a matter of course. In the night light, they looked at them gently. Although sometimes people's positions are different, each other seems to have some subtle understanding and understanding.
Many things in life are caused by fate.
For example, over the past year, the three of them have mixed up and unknowingly merged into a small circle.

The author has something to say:
Yesterday, I glanced at the comment area and saw that some readers suggested that it was unreasonable. A little explanation: The mask killer group is different from the flower ogre. They are violent groups, and Xie Yun is an art stream. If Xie Yan had shot Jin Yan from the beginning, it would not be impossible, but different mental illnesses would have different demands.
No matter how difficult it is for Han Yumeng to pull Fu Zi into the case, it is likely that they or Bo Jinyan will be shot in the middle. Even if the report is successful, as soon as the secretly killers found that the police started investigating the incident, they could smash anyone in the special case in one shot. Han Yumeng's approach is not necessarily the most rational and effective, but her original intention from the beginning to the end was not to involve others.
Another important reason is that she has a very serious post-traumatic stress disorder on a spiritual level. She had been tortured for many years, with no details written. A woman who has experienced those things has fear, insecurity, and even paranoia. You can't say, "Don't a woman with higher education know how to report a crime?" This is no longer a concept.
Fu Ziyu itself is not a decisive and determined personality. He is gentle, but always with a little pessimism in his heart. He really underestimated the extent of the harm that this incident would bring. Everything that Han Yumen had experienced was a great pain and pity for him. He was lucky and did n’t want her to go to jail. Under such luck, he felt It may be better not to involve Bo Jinyan. In addition, he had already set aside life and death, so his reaction after the complex emotions in the incident was also reasonable.