Chapter 77:

At the same time, the police raided Chen Jia's home in the Jiamei Mingyuan neighborhood across the wall.
However, Chen Jin is not at home at the moment.
Bo Jinyan stood in the middle of the living room, listening to An Yan's description of the whole house to him. An Yan's description is rough, without Jianyao's aura and careful observation, and the sound is not good, but for Bo Jinyan, chat is better than nothing.
This is a very well decorated house. Nordic simplicity, furniture and appliances are not bad. Clean and tidy, the study room is full of professional books in finance and information. In one room, there were treadmills and exercise machines, showing the owner's diligent and disciplined life. The suits and shoes and even the underwear were washed neatly in the closet.
On the bedside of the bedroom, there is an abstract painting of a butterfly pattern. The lines are very messy and beautiful, drawn by unknown painters.
In the locked cabinet in the bedroom, the police found ropes, paint, black clothing, and blood on the clothing. There is also a mobile phone with photos of the death of Nie Shijun and the tramp. Nie Shijun only took a dozen shots. The tramp probably took more than a hundred shots from different angles because of the time.
In response, Bo Jinyan slowly said to An Yan: "Did you find out that I was standing in front of him and made a portrait of him? As I saw with my own eyes?"
An Yan: "... really."
Bo Jinyan smiled slightly.
An Yan also smiled slightly. This person always has a good smell, and after Jian Yao's arrival, the nature of this bad smell is more and more obvious. Unlike in the past year, I occasionally stretched myself into a deep, introverted dress. An Yan feels that this is good and good.
The criminal police were all excited and cold when they saw all this. After Shao Yong got the news ahead, he asked his superiors to issue an order and immediately hunted Chen Jin across the city.
Because of the sudden incident, Shi Peng also kept running around with the police. I heard some casual words and saw some clues, and the whole person became shocked and silent. He never expected that his friend would be a suspect in the serial killings. At this time, his mood was ups and downs, thinking about many things, so he became more silent.
Because Chen Jin had not been found, Fang Qing always felt that something important had been missed by himself, and he was a little disturbed. But because the scene was chaotic and busy, he just couldn't remember what was happening.
At this time, Bo Jinyan walked towards Shi Peng, who was detained, and asked directly: "Where do you think Chen Jin is most likely now?"
Shi Peng was also a hundred-year-old student, and finally said, "Is there any danger when Yue Xi is with him?"
Bo Jinyan only answered: "It is possible."
Shi Peng gritted his teeth and said, "He rented a house for Yue Xi in Guangbo Road Xincun, right next to it. I'm not sure if he is with her now."
The criminal police dispatched immediately, Fang Qing suddenly patted his head: "No! Jian Yao also said that he had gone to Feng Yuexi's temporary residence!"
Bo Jinyan originally looked indifferent, and Wen Yan turned his head sharply towards him: "What did you say?"
Fang Qing hadn't answered yet, he had changed his face, stumbled and turned to follow the police.

Jian Yao put on her gloves and walked two steps inside. The sun came in through the window, everyone left a sparse shadow. Suddenly she noticed something was wrong, and looking back, she realized that the doorway of the room was empty. Chen Jin did not know where to go.
She turned around and ran outside, but at this moment heard a door bang and someone fled. When she ran to the living room, she immediately acutely noticed that Feng Yuexi's bag was gone on the sofa, and a pair of sneakers were missing at the door. She just wanted to chase, but someone came out of the kitchen, covering her body with most of the sun, so his face looked a little gloomy. He stood there so quietly, his suit was off and he was only wearing a shirt. Pull the cuffs to the elbows. Financial expert's slender hands holding a rope.
So familiar rope.
Jian Yao stood still without moving, watching him approaching step by step. There seemed to be a smile on his handsome face, and a little sadness.
"Is it for love?" Jian Yao asked.
He was silent for a moment, and answered, "Yes."
He had walked a few steps away from her, but Jian Yao seemed to have not looked at him, only staring at his eyes, and slowly said, "So why are butterflies?"
At this moment, he is the most obedient, gentle and brutal killer, and must answer her questions.
"I always feel like I've seen it everywhere, always dreaming about it, maybe, my last life. I've seen butterflies killing people."
It seems that 80% are paranoid.
Jian Yao continued calmly and asked, "Last night, you suddenly committed another crime and killed the tramp because Feng Yuexi was called away by the police again to ask ... what about those luxury goods?" .
Chen Jin smiled suddenly and answered, "Yes."
He has come to her, and compared with 175, Jian Yao is petite. He stared down at her, his eyes as dim as the dusk.
"Want to pretend to be a serial killer to mislead the police?" She asked.
He replied, "Yes. Am I posing well?"
Jian Yao stared at him like a stare, and sighed, "But you are already a serial killer."
Chen Jin stunned suddenly.
It's like the scorching sun suddenly and relentlessly lights up the dark night, like the river surface that has been frozen for a long time. His eyes flickered, his expression sullen, as if he had become another person.
Become that true self.

On the stairs were the rapid footsteps of criminal police. In the elevator, another group of criminal police and Bo Jinyan went up anxiously all the way.
Fang Qing's face was iron-tinged, and although Jian Yao was good now, she had never faced a murderous serial killer. An Yan was also very anxious. She kept shaking her fingers repeatedly and staggered, and said silently in her mouth, "Bitch ..."
Bo Jinyan always stood in the corner of the elevator with extra silence, holding his cane with his hands. The elevator door blew open, and the criminal police were about to rush out. The weakest criminal psychologist had blocked the door and rushed out first, responding faster than anyone else.
Fang Qing and the policemen were shocked by his extraordinary speed, but of course he could not be rushed to the front by a blind man, exchanged a wink, and the crowd had passed him again, beckoning in both directions, and immediately approached the door.
Unexpectedly, the door of 302 was hidden.
Fang Qing commanded the battle, listened carefully, and made a gesture. The two criminal policemen suddenly entered the door with guns and shouted, "No movement!"
...
Several people rushed in from Bo Jinyan's side, but did not expect the sound of wrestling or talking. With a calm face, Bo Jinyan almost exhausted his whole body with his cane, pulled by An Yan, and ran in.
An Yan: "Oh ..."
Bo Jinyan raised his head, his thin lips under the sunglasses froze slightly, stood for a few seconds, and shouted directly: "Jian Yao, Jian Yao?"
At this time it was sunset, and the suspect Chen Jin had been knocked out. The whole person fell to the ground, and there was still some blood donation in the corner of his mouth, but his breathing was smooth. The man who hit him was obviously a bit harsh, and he was beaten half on his face. His hands were shackled to the iron railings of the window, and he could not fly without wings.
Jian Yao stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, holding her arms with her arms, leaning against the wall, and holding a glass of white water in her hand to drink. A rope with a few hairs dropped neatly on the table beside her. She had a faint look, and saw everyone coming in, only smiling and nodding slightly. When Fang Qing and others saw this scene, they all laughed. Fang Qing also walked over and patted her shoulder.
Then she looked up and saw Bo Jinyan coming in.
Only he crutched and stood in the crowd, his face pale.
Jian Yao dropped the tea cup almost immediately and walked over.
His ears couldn't work. When he heard footsteps, he turned to her and slowly extended his hand. Jian Yao held his hand and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't worry, Jin Yan. This kind of out-of-order serial killer can be handed to me later."