Chapter 80:

Bo Jinyan felt very rare that the atmosphere was a little awkward. He swiped his finger back and forth across the table, and said indifferently, "You are so good now?"
Jian Yao answered, "Yes."
Bo Jinyan thought for a moment, and asked, "Can you let me know, to what extent?"
Jian Yao's tone was more indifferent: "Fang Qing said, I'm about half of Fang Qing now."
Bo Jinyan did not speak for a moment.
Because one year ago, Bo Jinyan also fought with Fang Qing, and the result was self-evident. At that time, Fang Qing commented: Bo Jinyan could also reach 1/10 Fang Qing.
Jian Yao obviously also thought about this layer and said with a smile: "The practice of training is not a process of uniform growth. When you first start, an ordinary person can only reach 1/10 Fang Qing, but once After training, it is not from 1/10 to 1/5, but directly to 1/4, 1/2. "
Thanks to the two of them, they described the process of fighting training as academically. Bo Jinyan nodded gladly, expressing acceptance of the explanation.
"Will you try it?" Bo Jinyan asked suddenly.
Jian Yao looked at him with a thin figure, and felt a little sad. He wanted to refuse, but he took her hand: "It's been a year and I haven't successfully subdued my wife."
The police's combat room was at the end of the quiet aisle downstairs. At the moment no one else was inside, Bo Jinyan locked the door of the room, took off his suit, was only wearing a shirt, and rolled up his sleeves. He stood under the light with a faint and serene smile on his face.
Jian Yao also took off her coat, but she was a little at a loss. Before, I occasionally "hands-on" with Bo Jinyan at home. Of course, Bo Jinyan can still take advantage of physical strength, height, and gender for two people with poor skills. She often subdues her, and then puts forward some "non-dividing" requirements for his wife. She is not shameless.
But now, she is no longer a novice. And he was thinner than a year ago, his eyes closed tightly under the sunglasses.
She punched in the punch. This punch was slow, and Bo Jinyan apparently heard the sound of the wind, grabbed her hand, and then tried to fall over her sideways. She was very flexible, and fell to his back, trying to punch, but stopped. He seemed serious, twisting her hand again, trying to knock her down. She avoided getting away.
"Oh, you're flexible like a rabbit now," he sighed.
Some kind of warm and intimate emotion poured into Jian Yao's chest. She smiled almost uncontrollably, then stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't catch it, and Jian Yao shot it a second time. As a result, he grabbed his hand, and his backhand was about to buckle her shoulder. Jian Yao flinched as soon as she shrugged. Where is Bo Jinyan now, where is still Yao Yao's opponent? She turned around and went behind him, trying to subdue him. Who knew that his response was quick, and he suddenly turned around and hugged her.
Jian Yao also opened his hands and hugged him.
No one was motionless under the lights.
Jian Yao was suddenly distracted. Because of her fingers, he touched the bones on his back. One by one, very hard. Like the shell of a turtle. Like silence.
A thought rushed into her mind, how could this person always keep fat? I always lose weight so fast. It's been like this for half a lifetime.
Jian Yao's eyes suddenly became wet.
Suddenly, the sky turned round, and it was Bo Jinyan who was already hugging her and fell to the ground. She was lying on the mat, his hands were pinched by him, and so was her body. He looked down at her and smiled suddenly. It's like the kid finally won a meaningless fight.
He said, "Jian Yao, it seems that I won, you can't beat me. So, you can't accompany me to take that risk."
Jian Yao was shocked, and some kind of cold and lonely blood was also aroused. She violently pushed and pushed Bo Jinyan away, and before he had any counterattack, she had bullied herself and used Fang Qing taught her some deadly fighting tricks, and immediately snapped him to the ground. Drawing a scoop on the gourd, holding his hands and body.
He lay on his back without saying a word.
Jian Yao said, "Jin Yan, don't be stubborn."
Bo Jinyan was silent. After a while, he reached out and hugged her waist. Suddenly, Jian Yao fell out of strength, leaned on his chest, lowered his head, took off his sunglasses again, and gently rubbed his face with his face. The two kissed each other very closely and quietly.
"You can't see it anymore, you will change my own initiative to kiss you in the future." Jian Yao whispered, "Let me kiss you every 10 minutes, and I will accompany you to do any dangerous thing in this world."
Jian Yao's tears shed.
Bo Jinyan's eyelashes also looked wet and black. His lips moved and then whispered, "Stubborn woman ... my stubborn wife ..."
My beloved, wife.
No more sounds.
There was no more noise.
Only the two of them were hugging each other in the silent room, accompanied by lights and breathing.
Kasumi thought of every inch of our love, those many fascinating romances and laughter, the most sincere friends who left us or stayed with us.
It also reminds us of that year, month, year, and inadvertent encounter in the lonely mountain.
I used to leave you.
I am more proud and lonely than anyone in this world.
I never want to leave you again.

When the sun was west, Jian Yao took Bo Jinyan's hand and opened the door of the combat training room. She didn't expect that the two would just fall asleep like this. On the face of Bo Jinyan, there were red marks on her face. The shirt is also messy.
"Sorry, does it hurt?" She asked.
"It's nothing to talk about based on experience," he replied.
Jian Yao couldn't help laughing. He just held his hand tightly and didn't want to say anything else.
Outside the door, Fang Qingfeng hurriedly walked from the other side of the corridor and saw their looks, his eyes turned.
Bo Jinyan looked calm.
Jian Yao also looked calm.
Fang Qing: "... Feng Yuexi was found."
Jian Yao didn't care, but Bo Jinyan's brow jumped slightly. Because Fang Qing uses a passive voice.
"I think we'd better go and see it right away." Fang Qing said.

That place is not hidden.
The woods near the national road are sparse and stretch far. But if you do it in the middle of the night, it is difficult to be found.
Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, and a group of criminal police rushed in with a look of relief. After walking into the forest for more than ten minutes, Fang Qing's cell phone rang suddenly. He picked it up, but it was Shi Peng who had just been interrogated during the day.
"What's the matter?" Fang Qing asked quickly.
"Hey, Officer Fang." Shi Peng's tone was hesitant, "I suddenly remembered something. The butterfly pattern, I seemed to have seen it with Chen Jin when I was a kid. I don't know if this is useful for your investigation. "
Fang Qing froze and immediately asked, "Where did you see it?"
"It's on the hill in our hometown, in a cave. It's been too long, and I have forgotten it. You showed me the picture yesterday, and then I remembered it."
At this time, everyone had embarked on a small hill. People hung on the opposite tree.
Fang Qing was shocked, and her phone was slowly put down.
Feng Yuexi was naked, with long hair and loose hair. Only on her feet, her brand-name red high heels remained in the air. Twilight fell at this moment, and the field was blurred. So this scene is even more terrifying.
She was "nailed" to the tree. Visually, at least one inch of iron nails was nailed into her brain, limbs, waist ... The killer's technique was obviously very skilled, and those nails were not too bad. Blood flowed from these wounds, swirling around her torso and limbs, and glanced at it like a beautiful and picture.
The wings of a butterfly are behind her.
Compared to the simple and soft "wide-tailed swallowtail butterfly" painted by Chen Jin, this butterfly looks obviously more fierce and noble. Huge and prominent compound eyes, with black patterns all over the wings, forming a dense mesh. Only the tail of the wings spread orange.
This butterfly was painted on a tree. But you are obviously painting on such rugged tree bark, but you will find that he paints very vividly. It really looks like a butterfly, slightly winged on the tree. And Feng Yuexi's white blood-stained body was the soft, white and tender worm. People are butterflies, butterflies are people.
All criminal police were silent.
Chen Jin has been arrested and brought to justice. He confessed to all crimes. The evidence found at his house is also a strong proof that he is the real murderer of the two murders.
But everything in front of him is like a silent provocation.
As if someone was saying to them:
Do you really think you have seen butterflies?
This is the real butterfly killer.