Chapter 115:

Jian Yao's eyes were as clear as water.
Bo Jinyan continued: "Although everything he did was out of a superb personality, a performing personality, a bad personality ... but deep down in his heart, he directed the mask murder, and Directed the case of Han Yumeng's revenge. There must be some reason for him to do so. Tell me, what is he looking for? "
Jian Yao was silent.
In my mind, there are all kinds of details about these two cases ...
Grieving man who avenges his dead wife;
One kidnapped girl separated from her lover;
He took Han Yumeng to the sea alone, but he never killed, he was always with him, and he drifted for several years ...
Han Yumeng returned to kill the man he once loved;
Fu Ziyu and Han Yumeng are in different places together;
The mask killer hid in the dark and snickered;
...
Her heart trembled, and she even remembered that night in the warehouse. Bo Jinyan stumbled and fell, while she cried and died in the air.
...
"Love." Jian Yao said slowly and forcefully, "He has been pursuing these blood for years, is it love?" It is unclear what the logic is, but this idea has flowed into Jian Yao's in mind.
However, Bo Jinyan did not laugh at her, but smiled slowly. He said, "Yeah. What he is after is earth-shattering love. He is fascinated by it, because he has never owned it, because his heart is so lonely, so fascinated."
"However," Bo Jinyan said sharply. "Why his heart is so lonely and why he so desperately wants to have feelings, as if he can have himself. What caused his inferiority and arrogance is temporarily unknown. . Only by truly entering the heart of his individual can he know his secrets. "
Jian Yao's heart was surging and she couldn't express her feelings in words at the moment. The faces of those people reappeared in their minds, but which one was their goal? That evil, cruel, timid, sick man?
"For us, the first opportunity is ..." Bo Jinyan also said, "The reason why we came here was completely wrong. Even the mask killer was unexpected. So he had no time to hide, only We can continue to expose our true selves to us. Then, in this game of bergamot, we will see who can win first. "
Jian Yao nodded strongly.
Both were quiet for a while, and the river was slowly buffering on the pebbles beside their feet, and then backed down. Just like this quiet and dark tide surging late at night.
"As for that police officer, although we know very little, we can still make some bold inferences from the side." Bo Jinyan continued, "First of all, he is the one brought out by Zhu Tao. Let's analyze what Zhu Tao is first Such a person: jealous like enmity, firm mind, bold and careful. He can fight criminals in the southwest for more than ten years, he has made great achievements, his mind is not general firm, and ability is not general strong. Then he would choose one a few years ago What kind of young policeman breaks into the bergamot? "
Jian Yao thought about it, and answered, "That person must be very good, smart, decisive, and cautious. In order to stand out in the hands of the Buddha, he can always protect himself. His will is beyond the steadfastness of superman. He can be patient and sense of justice Very strong. Zhu Tao dared to put him in this position. "
Bo Jinyan nodded: "He can live for so many years under Song Yan's eyelids, and he is in a high position. Beyond alertness and decisiveness, he must also bear huge contradictory psychological pressure. But he recently turned That information was given to Zhu Tao, showing that he has never been apostate, and still regards himself as a policeman, which is worthy of our trust. However, man is not steel, his internal pressure is so great, so restless, external If you show it, there must be some behaviors and habits that work hard to calm yourself. "
Jian Yao opened her eyes wide, thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Also, since he has never been apostate, in terms of acting style, he must still try to avoid doing bad things by himself and killing innocent people. He can be fierce, but he will never behave cruelly. "
"Also, the most important point." Bo Jinyan smiled slightly. "His observation is very strong and his mind is deep. He must have observed us from his own point of view. That information about the attack on the bergamot organization is also His years of hard work is about success or failure, and it is also about his life and death. He is almost the most important move of Zhu Tao. Zhu Tao will also try his best to ensure that he can see clearly, so that it is safer. Zhu Tao agreed to give this information to We see, you said he would inform the police about this situation? I think it is very possible, because at this critical moment, neither of them can make any mistakes. If he really knows us The existence of Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao is likely to guess our identity. Then, we added a criterion of judgment-this person has not really saddened us since we arrived in the town, It might even help us. "
"Then what do we do now?" Jian Yao asked.
Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment, put on sunglasses, raised his head, and smiled suddenly.

The next few days seemed calm.
Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao still live in the inn. They play cards during the day and are familiar with those people and the gangs. They drink, smoke, and chat at night. Occasionally, Song Yong will arrange some people and things in the gang to familiarize them with the hands. With these days, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao have become more and more familiar with these people.
Although he hasn't seen the effect of doing things, Song Yan is very satisfied with their way of doing things-low-key enough and impassive. Be smart.
Song Ye even called a small house for them both, not far from the inn. The men had cleaned the house neatly, and Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao moved in.
Song Kun was obviously a smart person. After Jian Yao checked the room again, he found that no camera and monitoring device were installed, so he was relieved.
Tonight, the night was quiet and the town was exceptionally quiet. The mountain in the distance was dormant like a beast, but the sky was strewn with bright stars. Occasionally, men laughed and talked.
This is actually the first time that Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao have fallen asleep in many days. Clean beds, soft bedding, and gentle lights, undisturbed. The two lay on the bed and replaced with cheap pajamas bought at the kiosk. Bo Jinyan held Jian Yao's hand without wearing sunglasses, but closed his eyes and looked pretty.
"How do you say this small town came from?" Jian Yao said, "How did you become like this?"
"The slogans of the 1950s and 1960s were left on the walls, but they also remained in that era, including the clothing and living habits of a small number of residents," said Bo Jinyan. The corner. After the bergamot occupied this place as an old nest, it may even hinder their contact and connection with the outside world. "
"I heard that there are about one or two hundred indigenous peoples here. The others are bergamots, about fifty or sixty people. They occupy the only waterway exit in the town and are armed with heavy firepower. That is, wait for the police The day when we launched our main attack here, it was quite dangerous. "
"Ok."
Jian Yao leaned her head into his arms. After a while, his hands came up. Jian Yao whispered, "Are you still in a mood?" He replied: "When the body moves, the spirit calms down. It can help us relax better." Jian Yao couldn't help laughing. He had accurately touched the lamp on the bedside and turned it off. In the darkness, Jian Yao's breath was a bit short of breath, but his hands and mouth were extremely accurate in finding various positions. Jian Yao: "You ..." He said, "Obviously, I'm more adaptable to darkness now than anyone else." But Jian Yao heard a pain in his heart, and bowed to him completely and completely.
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During these days, Bo Jinyan also went to Wen Rong's clinic for a medicine change. Of course, they are now traveling, and no matter what they do, they have one or two to follow.
Wen Rong was still very gentle with Bo Jinyan, and sometimes Bo Jinyan would sit there for a while and talk to him. But it did not show much enthusiasm and emotion. It was Wen Rong, hearty and humorous, often reminding Jian Yao of Fu Ziyu. But I don't know if Bo Jinyan felt the same.
In the afternoon of the third day, Bo Jinyan went to Song Yan.
Still in that secret office, a pot of tea and a cigar. Jian Yao sat silently to the side.
When Song Yan was lighting a cigarette, he heard Bo Jinyan's faint proud voice, "Boss, I know who the police is."
The smoke in Song Yan's hand stopped in the air.