Chapter 55:

In fact, if Bo Jinyan arrives one second late, the person Jane Yao may no longer exist in this world.
In the gloomy light of the mobile phone, Bo Jinyan's eye sockets were hot, and he could even clearly feel a layer of mist, rising and covering in front of his eyes.
Then he ran to the pillar and saw that his wife had been hoisted by a rope in this way, and this end was tied to the pillar.
However, the rope was obviously cut by a knife with most of them, and almost only a few thin wires remained connected, crumbling. Below Jian Yao, the concrete floor is at least 15 meters high. If a man falls, he will die for a lifetime.
Bo Jinyan's heart was as if captured by a dark palm. He grabbed the rope, pulled it down hard, and fastened it firmly to the post again.
He also saw what Jian Yao looked like at the moment. Ragged, blood and gray. The thick cloth covered her eyes, and there were tears on her face.
"Jin Yan ... Jin Yan ..." she cried.
Bo Jinyan's eyes were not clear enough, but his voice was as calm as water: "Don't be afraid, I will let you down now ..."
He couldn't finish his words.
Under his feet, the place where he stood suddenly made a crisp sound of crumbling and breaking. At the moment when the two looked up, his bodies had fallen rapidly.
"Jin Yan!" Jian Yao exclaimed.
The answer was a loud noise.
Something hit the ground.
Then there was no sound.
"Jin Yan ... Jin Yan?" Jian Yao hung in the air, but suddenly felt as if he was in the vast wilderness. Great fear, as night falls. She was black before her eyes and fainted.
In this warehouse, in this dark room, silence finally came back.
She's in the air, he's on the ground.
He said she was a bird, flying freely above his head.
And he is a tree, the roots of which are deeply buried in the dark ground.
...
Bo Jinyan raised his head very slowly. The pain was like a sharp knife, splitting his head and body. He could feel blood in the back of the head and was flowing out. He crawled forward slowly, trying to crawl out of that strong smell. He has always disliked his blood.
But it seems futile. There was blood all around, and he couldn't climb out.
His eyes were completely invisible. Through a layer of wet blood mist, it can only be discerned ambiguously, Jian Yao still hung above his head, without a voice. He reached out his hand subconsciously for a moment, but found that he couldn't raise his hand.
The sleepiness struck. During the middle of the night, he seemed to hear the alarm bell. Langzhong, he saw a figure madly running towards Jian Yao in general. In Langzhong, someone was shouting: "Police! Raise your hands!" "Professor Bo, Professor Bo!"
"Jian Yao ... Zi Yu ..." Bo Jinyan murmured the two names.
Then fell into the darkness of endless pain.
...

On June 27, the special case investigation team of the Municipal Bureau of Criminal Psychology Lab encountered a group of thugs from the United States. Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao, An Yan and Fang Qing were all seriously injured.
One of the criminals was burned to death by fire. After being hit by Bo Jinyan, they were arrested for the police and later died.

The wind slammed the curtains.
It was quiet in the corridor, the ward. A criminal policeman was on duty at the door, smoking a cigarette dullly.
The visiting flower basket extends from the entrance of the ward to the end of the corridor.
They were all sent by the families of the victims who had been rescued by them.
Suddenly, a wind blows.
Footsteps sounded across the corridor. The movement is not small, and the lights are flashing. It seems that many people have come.
The policeman on duty looked up and held his arm.
A woman walks ahead. Dressed in a white coat, and underneath a tuxedo, dragging to the ground. Her heels crackled on the marble floor. Behind them were all reporters, and "clicking, clicking" shot her constantly.
"Miss King, why did you come to the hospital? Has anyone been admitted?"
"Ms. Xiaoxiao Zhe, is your mysterious lover hospitalized?"
...
Jin Xiaozhe completely ignored, and his face was so cold that he just stepped forward.
The police on duty saw that they were getting closer and closer, and angrily, shouted, "What are you doing here? The critically ill people live here, so don't come near!"
The reporters were frightened and stopped.
Jin Xiaozhe's footsteps were also a meal, but he did not step back, slowly stepped forward, raised his chin, and looked at the young criminal policeman: "You are also his man?"
Interrupted, Jin Xiaozhe pushed the door and wanted to enter.
Interpol: "You can't go in!"
Jin Xiaozhe looked up at him.
The police detective burst into tears when she saw the tears in her eyes. Jin Xiaozhe has pushed in and closed the door.
Interpol stood blankly at the door, and behind him were reporters boiling like ants.
The noise, the hustle and bustle of the city, were finally shut out.
Jin Xiaozhe took off his coat and stepped towards the man on the bed step by step.
Fang Qing has been bombed beyond recognition. With bandages on his head, he could not see his original appearance. That pale face, as if in front of her, was just a skeleton. Only the nearby instrument recorded his weak heartbeat.
Jin Xiaozhe squatted down crying, lying on his bed.
"Fang Qing ... Fang Qing ..."
Did n’t you say yes, you have to wait for me every day?
Where do you want to go now?
Where do you leave me again?

Jian Yao was awakened by the noise from the door.
As soon as she woke up, she saw the doctor next to her and a criminal policeman. They all stood up.
"Mr. Jian, are you awake? Great, I'll go to the bureau." Interpol said.
The doctor also said softly, "Jian Yao, look here. Can you see clearly? You have been seriously injured, but there is no danger to your life, rest assured. Just wake up."
Jian Yao didn't speak.
He said nothing and didn't ask.
The doctor took the nurse and gave her some tests quietly and quickly. Jian Yao was motionless. Her eyes looked through the door and looked at the corridor, but she could not see the ward next to her.
After a while, several criminal police came in. They all softly comforted: "It's all right." "Mr. Jian, don't move in the past few months, and break a few bones. Can be raised." "Yes, can be raised."
Jian Yao looked at them and said softly, "Thank you."
One of the criminals was younger, with tears in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and looked elsewhere.
Yeah, who can contain no tears, if you have seen Professor Bo and her in the warehouse at the time.
"Jin Yan ...?" She finally asked.
No one else said anything. An old criminal policeman sat down beside the bed and said softly, "Jian Yao, something happened to Professor Bo, but there is no danger to his life. Rest assured, he has been rescued."
At this point of awakening, the three souls and six souls of Jian Yao's entire person seem to have returned to their original positions.
There was a smile in the corner of her mouth. But the smile was already extremely sad and ecstatic.
"He ... what happened?" She asked quietly.
Everyone was silent.
Later, someone said, "Professor Bo's eyes can no longer be seen. The cornea is severely burned. But this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that because of falling from a high place, the blood pressure in the brain forces the optic nerve. The possibility of healing is very small. ... "
Jian Yao struggled to sit up, but where can I move it, everyone hurriedly held it down: "You can't move now! It's ridiculous to move your bones and poke the internal organs! Don't worry! Don't worry! Professor Bo is looking after us! Still in a coma, we will notify you as soon as he wakes up! "
After all, there was no way, Jian Yao lay down.
Later, everyone left, leaving only one criminal police officer on duty outside the door, allowing her to rest and rest. It was getting dark, and the window was calm as if nothing had happened. Jian Yao always lay quietly, and then she kept her eyes fixed on the star outside the window.
Can't you see it?
Bo Jinyan appeared in her mind. He looked at her with a smile. When he investigated the case, his eyebrows were focused. When he read at night, his eyes seemed to be full of stars.
He watched compassionately and peacefully, every victim, perpetrator.
From then on, those eyes that can see through all the evil in the world can't open anymore?
What is the difference between that and the death of Bo Jinyan?
How can he be so proud of himself when he wakes up?
Jian Yao tilted her head and buried her face in the quilt to prevent herself from crying too much. She failed to see that scene. But all that, like her own eyes, has been lingering in her mind.
Bo Jinyan fell silently.
His tall, thin body, blood-stained shirt, short black hair, lay on the ground with only a slight invisible movement.

...
The weather is fine, this is a house by the river. I don't know where it is.
The sky is blue and the clouds are floating. Fish are spitting and sparkling on the water. Pieces of stones underwater were crystal clear.
Fu Ziyu, sitting in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, said with a smile: "Jin Yan, there are fish again."
Bo Jinyan turned his head and looked at him without speaking.
Fu Ziyu also said, "This year, it's time to have a wedding ceremony with Jian Yao, right? Unfortunately, I can't come. The wedding preparation is better, be romantic, don't be old-fashioned."
Bo Jinyan stared at him and asked, "Why can't you come?"
Fu Ziyu was quiet for a while and replied, "Because I'm going, a far away place. There are no thoughts, no joy, no disappointment and crime. Jin Yan, it doesn't matter. In my life, I also I am very content. I have loved the best people, made the best friends, visited the best places, and drank the best wines. They are all very good, and I am much luckier than the average person. "
Bo Jinyan was silent.
Tears slowly leaked from his eyes.
Fu Ziyu never looked at him, so Bo Jinyan couldn't see his face clearly. He seemed to live quickly, and seemed sad. He has been looking into the distance, Bo Jinyan can never reach.
"Jin Yan, don't go to your heart." He said, "I don't blame you. It's my fault, I should tell you in advance, I just ... Yumeng her ..."
Bo Jinyan smiled a little, and never laughed at himself before: "No, it's my intention. If I care more about you, if I'm afraid of a little more energy, go to check Han Yumeng, you will not die . No one will be wrong. It's my fault, and now I can't make up for it. "
Fu Ziyu shook her head and said, "Don't think so. My life is fate. Isn't that the life of those students is not fate? You just completed the tasks within your scope of responsibility first. Don't let this thing stay in your heart. "
But Bo Jinyan didn't speak.
"I'm almost leaving." Fu Ziyu stood up on his chair, clapped his hands, as brisk as usual, "What are you going to do in the future? Your eyes are out of sight, which way to go in the future ? "
Bo Jinyan was silent for a long time.
Is your own eye invisible?
Cicada screamed softly behind the two of them. What year is this summer in memory?
"I will leave for a while," Bo Jinyan said.
"Leave? Where to go?"
"The goal of those people is me. The principal offender hasn't caught it, and I haven't been able to get revenge on you." Bo Jinyan replied, "Besides, I can't see it anymore. Staying by Jian Yao just adds danger to her. This time, I also failed to protect her. "
Fu Ziyu patted his shoulder gently.
Later, the sky faded and the river faded.
Everything faded, including Fu Ziyu.
...
Bo Jinyan slowly opened his eyes.
But the world is dark.