Chapter 68:

"The third point is also the biggest doubt in the criminal psychology of this case." Bo Jinyan's speech speed accelerated suddenly, "Nie Shijun, the deceased, ran to the park gate at 22:05, and ran to the crime scene at 22: 20- Around 22:25. According to your investigation, there are high walls around the park, except the entrance can not pass through. The park was closed at 23:00 on the night of the incident. The day after the incident, the cleaners found the body before the park opened, and then closed the park. Police search did not find any suspicious people in the park. That is to say, the murderer left the crowd before the park closed at 23:00 the night before. It took 15-20 minutes to run from the crime scene to the park entrance. In other words, The killer's entire killing process is only about 15 minutes. If the killer is really a butterfly killer, he is mentally ill. This time is too short for him, too hasty. "
Interpols looked puzzled. A criminal policeman said: "In 15 minutes, killing, drawing, and clearing the scene, you can still do it quickly."
Jian Yao was shocked. Yes, she just felt that the butterfly painted by the murderer was too soft and simple, and a little strange. Now Bo Jinyan said this, she suddenly felt suddenly open. It's not rushing to kill, but ...
Bo Jinyan smiled slightly and said, "It is not rush to kill people. It is to experience. For a mentally ill, he is still a novice who managed to kill his carefully selected object, but after drawing a butterfly in his dream, Turned away immediately, without any taste, observation, enjoyment ... It was very uncomfortable for him to feel like a big meal in front of him, but he could not even smell it. "
Bo Jinyan's face became cold: "So, my conclusion is that either, he is not a psychopathic killer at all, this is only a means to divert the attention of the police, and he murdered for other specific reasons. Or, he is indeed Because the first crime, lack of experience, was not satisfied at all. Then, he will soon implement the second crime. But no matter what the situation, his carefully selected goal Nie Shijun must be our breakthrough. Nie Shijun Introverted and rarely communicative. The murderer chose to murder her for a reason. It can even be inferred that they had had direct contact. "

It was almost midnight that Bo Jinyan and An Yan returned to the villa that day.
As usual, Yu Jin was different. As soon as Bo Jinyan returned, he locked himself in the room and locked the door.
An Yan turned in the refrigerator for a long time, filled his stomach randomly, and ran to his door again: "Hey."
No one answered him in the room.
"What did she tell you later?" An Yan asked. "Did you two make up?"
"She didn't tell me anything." Bo Jinyan's calm voice came.
An Yan: "Why?" After the meeting, everyone left tacitly, leaving them two to sit across the table. He waited in the car downstairs for a long time before Bo Jinyan got down. He thought they were fighting at the end of the bed.
But think about it, it's more serious than fighting in bed.
For his doubts, Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment.
At this moment the lights in the room were all off—it wouldn't make any difference to him to turn on the lights. The curtains were all pulled. Only a small window was opened for ventilation. Bo Jinyan was lying on the bed, only feeling that the world was silent with him.
He remembered what happened after the meeting today.
He sat still. Listening to everyone around.
Later, he felt that the surrounding light was dim and there was no movement at all. Only then did she know she was gone.
After such an unexpected and gentle reunion, she left without saying a word to him.
Bo Jinyan felt the pain in his chest.
...
"How do I know?" Bo Jinyan replied.
An Yan, who was squatting outside the door, listened to his answer, analyzed it carefully, and said, "Did she ... have not forgiven you yet?"
The answer to him was Bo Jinyan's silence.
An Yan felt that she had guessed it, sighed, and muttered, "I thought that a woman like Jian Yao would never be angry. It ’s like imitation, it is very difficult to coax ... So what are you going to do?"
"It's not about you," Bo Jinyan replied.
An Yan
cuts
gently, but still feels sorry for him, and asks,
Would you like to come out and eat something? Are n’t we taking the time to go to the supermarket to buy a big fish? It ’s not fresh tomorrow.

Who knows, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. An Yan got up and wanted to leave, but seemed to hear a sentence across the door: "How does a fish compare with her?"
This statement is really a bit foolish, but in the ears of foolish people, it is also very moving.
An Yan calmly stood for a moment, sighed, and said, "Yeah, no matter how delicious it compares to her? I see."
An Yan returned to the room, and the outside quieted again.
Bo Jinyan twisted a hot, wet towel on her eyes and closed her eyes, thinking about everything she said today, fantasizing in her mind what expressions and actions she should have.
Your eyes are hot.
Jian Yao, I'm sorry.
Jian Yao, I've been away for too long.
We separated a river.
I would climb over when I was blind.

At the same time, Fang Qing and Jian Yao chose another more direct way to release the emotions in their hearts tonight.
They found a drink in a small shop downstairs at the police station. A little red barbecue belonging to this city.
There were not many words to each other. After drinking a lot of glasses, the eyes of two massive people were still bright in the night.
Fang Qing lowered his cigarette and asked, "Why didn't he say anything to him and left?"
Jian Yao looked up and looked at the night view of the city, which was similar to her hometown. It seems that it was the night of many years ago that he and his three or two friends were chatting and drinking on the street. But then, she chose a different path from ordinary people, and chose a man out of nothing.
Then he was covered with scars and comforted.
Full of joy, full of pain.
"Lao Fang, do you know why Jin Yan is leaving?"
Fang Qing didn't answer. Many people have interpreted Bo Jinyan's departure. But he knew that Jian Yao must have his own interpretation.
Jian Yao raised his hand and took a sip of wine, saying, "Do you know the flowers ogre case? I almost died that time and suffered a lot of torture. Jin Yan broke his throat and risked ruin. Save me. It can be said that he almost gave up the whole world for me. "
"Ok."
"Losing me may make Jin Yan crazy. But if I lose Fu Ziyu, I think it will make him silent."
Fang Qing was silent.
"If you lost your eyes? You lost your eyes that could see through all evil. Where should you put your faith? Jin Yan has actually done a good job. He has not fallen, nor has he fallen. He just stayed away for a while. But those eyes inside him still gazed at everything. Lao Fang, I am today ... actually very happy, seeing him a year later, he recovered so well, almost the same as before. "
Fang Qing smiled suddenly: "Because you said ... I can't bear to beat him again."
Jian Yao also smiled, but her smile was very light. They toasted each other, and then looked at the vast city at night.
Criminals are inexhaustible, and evil always spreads on the edge of darkness. In this city, there are also lunatics fleeing. But why does my heart feel warm?
"You asked me why I didn't say a word to him." Jian Yao said softly, "I'm afraid he's not ready. I'm waiting for him to come to me."

The night was lonely, someone was searching, someone was waiting, and some people were desperately hiding.
In the dark room, among the city's high-rise buildings, the television always broadcasts news about the "butterfly killings." He locked himself in the bathroom, listening to the trembling water, and covered his face with his hands.
Terrible, terrible! Everything is bad.
He kills people he loves. And himself.
Suddenly, he let go of his hand, as if he had a particularly long and vague dream, and suddenly woke up before realizing what he had done.
He looked up, looking out the window, the gap in the building, behind the dark window.
There are a pair of eyes there. Black compound eyes, like a skull.
That's the butterfly's eyes, looking at him!
Killer, it said, isn't that what we want?