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Yan Yan's heart was hot, his eyes were sore, he rushed over, picked up Yan Su and stuffed him into his arms, holding his fingers together to sniff him.

Fortunately, he is still alive, although his breath is weak, he is still alive anyway.

Yan Yan touched his forehead, Yan Su had a fever, high fever, chapped lips, and dehydration symptoms.

Yan Yan's arms were strong and powerful, and he could easily lift a competition-level barbell. With one scoop of his arms, he hugged Yan Su horizontally.

This man was as light as a feather, and Yan Yan felt a little distressed.

Yan Su was not in good health, these people must have beaten him, otherwise it would be impossible for Yan Su to have so many bruises.

Yan Yan clenched his back molars and hid in his body. The violent beast that had been dormant for many years seemed to be raising its head.

He took a deep breath and hugged Yan Su tightly.

Originally, at this time, the two suspects in the living room should be dealt with first, but Yan Su's situation could not be delayed. Yan Yan only had two hands, so he didn't care about catching the criminal, so he took a photo of the two, picked up Yan Su and rushed back to Daben.

Putting the back seat of the car flat, Yan Yan carefully placed Yan Suping on the back seat of the car as if placing the most precious and fragile porcelain.

The trunk is always stocked with food, water and other first aid supplies, and Yan Yan takes out mineral water, glucose and normal saline.

He got into the Mercedes, turned on the dome light on the rear seat of the car, and fed the mixture of physiological saline and glucose into Yan Su's mouth with a syringe.

Yan Su was really thirsty, even though he was unconscious, his chapped lips moved subconsciously, and he swallowed the normal saline and glucose with difficulty.

It was difficult to swallow while lying down, Yan Yan lifted his upper body, sat in the back seat of the car, held Yan Su with one hand, and fed him water with the other.

The young man nestled quietly in his arms, as if... Yan Yan's thoughts moved slightly, and he brushed away his fine and soft forehead hair.

It's like Sleeping Beauty waiting for him to wake up with a kiss.

Yan Yan entertained himself, shook his head with a wry smile, took out his mobile phone and called the local police station.

Yan Su's high fever did not subside, Yan Yan drove up the mountain road to 80 yards, and rushed to the nearest hospital at high speed.

Yan Su was pushed into the emergency room, and Yan Yan sat outside the emergency room with his head in his hands.

Take half the burden off your shoulders.

From discovering something was wrong, running to Gushan County and City Bureau, then driving to Cangxi, and entering the village late at night to rescue Yan Su, Yan Yan's head strings have not been loosened throughout the whole day.

At this moment, he finally got a chance to catch his breath from his busy schedule. He touched his forehead, only to find that his hands were covered with sweat, and his heartbeat seemed to be dying suddenly.

Before chasing bandits with bare hands, I didn't have such a big reaction.

Yan Yan turned his head to look at the door of the emergency room, took out his mobile phone and called Zheng Lin, told him what happened along the way, and arranged for Zheng Lin to notify the Cangxi Public Security Bureau to arrest the suspect Zhao Zhigang.

At one o'clock in the morning, the first aid was over, and Yan Su was temporarily out of danger.

The boulder on Yan Yan's chest finally fell to the ground.

He ran all the way and didn't eat dinner, so he felt hungry at this moment, went downstairs to buy a box of instant noodles and two bags of bread, and when he returned to the ward after receiving the hot water, he found that Yan Su had already woken up.

With his back turned to him, Yan Su stared out the window in a daze, at the dark night.

Yan Yan stood at the door holding a bowl of instant noodles, watching him for a while.

The tall man put away his tiredness, put aside a bright smiling face, and greeted him: "Boss Yan, are you awake? Are you hungry? I bought bread. The production date is..."

Yan Yan picked it up and looked at it, and said happily: "Yesterday, you can eat."

Yan Su was startled, and turned around quietly.

His face was still white, as pale as paper.

Yan Yan frowned slightly, stepped forward quickly, put the instant noodles and bread on the bedside table, sat on the escort chair, and stared at him deeply: "What do you want to say."

Yan Su opened his mouth and smiled, "Thank you."

Yan Yan's heart warmed, and he suddenly felt that it was worth trekking mountains and rivers for the sake of a beautiful woman's smile. He stroked his hair: "It's okay, serving the people, it should be, no thanks."

"You are a good policeman." Yan Su said seriously.

Yan Yan was a little embarrassed by his praise, scratched the back of his head, and laughed: "I also think, who told me to read Mao Xuan by heart."

Yan Su chuckled, and reached out to him: "I want to sit up."

Yan Yan got up, shook the lifting handle at the end of the bed, and the head of the bed rose up a slope.

Yan Su was sitting and lying down, lowering his eyes: "Thank you."

Yan Yan walked back to him, patted Yan Su on the shoulder, and handed him warm water.

Yan Su took it with both hands, held it in his arms, and took a sip: "How do you know I'm in Cangxi?"

"What about you," Yan Yan was a little annoyed at the mention of this matter, "Why did you find Zhao Zhigang's head, but didn't call the police?"

"Personal heroism is not advisable." Yan Yan severely criticized him: "If you encounter trouble, you should ask the police for help."

Yan Su nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

However, Comrade Yan Yan believed that Yan Su didn't listen at all. I'm afraid it went in the left ear and out the right ear.

Yan Yan is helpless, he really can't lose his temper, he has always been patient with Yan Su.

Yan Yan had nothing to say, and Yan Su didn't talk much, so the two fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Yan Su said slowly, "I know Wang Juan."

Yan Yan looked up at him, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright, with an appearance of listening attentively.

"Wang Juan used to have a younger brother named Wang Qi, who was about my age... an anti-narcotics policeman." Yan Su paused, then continued softly: "The siblings lost their family when they were young. The elder sister is the mother, and the younger sister Juan You worked so hard to bring Wang Qi up and send him to the police academy..."

"After Wang Qi graduated, he was quickly transferred to the front-line anti-drug team because of his outstanding ability."

Yan Su'an spoke quietly, Yan Yan'an listened quietly, paying attention to the changes in Yan Su's expression from time to time.

However, Yan Su's expression was calm, without any emotional ups and downs.

"What about you, what's your relationship with Wang Qi?" Yan Yan guessed the answer and asked him for confirmation.

Yan Su glanced at him: "Colleague." He paused, and changed the word: "Comrade-in-arms."

Yan Yan nodded.

"Four years ago, during the Golden Triangle operation, Wang Qi died." Yan Su seemed to be sad when he talked about it, he held the water glass in his hand nervously, and took a deep breath.

"You also participated in that operation." Yan Yan said with certainty.

Yan Su was startled, and nodded: "I'm an informant, and I connected with Wang Qi, and something happened later, Wang Qi wanted to protect me..."

Yan Su's voice became lower and lower.

In memory, Wang Qi yelled: "Yan Su, you fucking live for me!" He rushed into the drug lord's army with a self-destruct bomb on his shoulder.

The people's police, who regarded death as home, used their lives to block danger from outside the country, were blown up to pieces of meat, and the blood mist filled the stinking forest.

Yan Su ran in the opposite direction, he didn't even have time to pick up his comrade's body.

He survived with his last breath, but the brave and fearless Wang Qi died.

It is impossible to say that he is not guilty, if not for his wrong judgment, Wang Qi would not have died.

At that time, they trusted him so much...

"Yan Su!" Yan Yan shouted loudly.

Yan Su shook his hands, the cup spilled, the hot water scalded his hands, and he shivered.

Yan Yan hastily took out a wet towel to apply to his hands, his face sank like water, and he didn't speak.

Yan Su came back to his senses, and continued in a soft voice: "After Wang Qi died, Sister Juan lost her only relative in this world. In addition, she was barren and was bullied by her in-laws. Her husband divorced her."

"Sister Juan entered the red light district..." Yan Su murmured, "She doesn't want to see me, she said..."

When he returned to Ningbei with the relics in his hands and handed Wang Qi's martyr medal to her, the woman was so desperate and roared heart-piercingly: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"It's all my fault." Yan Su closed his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembled, and his hands trembled like twitches.

A pair of warm big hands hugged his hands.

Yan Su was taken aback, and opened his eyes, Yan Yan's obsidian-like eyeballs reflected him.

"It's not your fault." Yan Yan said firmly.

He remembered Yan Su's call records that Zhang Ke had found out, and he would call Wang Juan almost every month, maybe to ask her how she was doing, or maybe to ask her for forgiveness.

Until one day, Yan Su found that the phone was disconnected, so he went to find Wang Juan, but accidentally found Zhao Zhigang.

The matter was indeed the same as what Yan Yan guessed, Yan Su nodded: "I followed Zhao Zhigang, accidentally exposed it, and was caught by him and imprisoned in Xianshui Village in Cangxi."

"He lost your phone?"

"Ah."

Yan Yan let go of him, and said seriously: "In the future, if you encounter such a situation, you must contact me first, understand?"

Yan Su didn't quite get used to his kind, the teacher's tone of teaching children, turned his head awkwardly, avoided Yan Yan's gaze, and hummed almost inaudibly.

Yan Yan smiled, and raised his hand to ruffle his top hair.

The next day, the two of them, who had enough rest, set off for Ningbei.

Yan Yan wanted to send Yan Su back to rest, but Yan Su was eager to find out who killed Wang Juan, so Yan Yan drove him to the city bureau.

Yan Su sat in Yan Yan's office and flipped through the files and case materials.

Zhang Ke was very moved: "Boss Yan is finally back."

Shen Jia was also very touched: "Our mother is finally home."

Yan Yan: "..."

Yan Su put down the file, Yan Yan supported the desk with one hand, and asked, "Did you see any tricks?"

"You said you have caught a major suspect?" Yan Su raised his eyes.

Yan Yan nodded: "He turned himself in. His name is Wu Yonggui, a driver. The information is here."

Yan Su had seen it, he stood up, walked a few steps outside the office, and suddenly turned around and said, "I want to confirm, can I help you?"

"it is good."

Wu Yonggui was brought to the interrogation room, Yan Su entered with his laptop in his arms, opened it in front of him, and played the video.

That video was collected by Zhang Ke from his colleagues in the Internet police, the male dog and the woman.

The video was very exciting as soon as it came up, and the woman's screams instantly filled the narrow interrogation room.

Yan Yan, who came in with Yan Su, felt slightly embarrassed, but Yan Su remained expressionless, Yan Yan coughed, and thought to himself, correct your attitude!

Wu Yonggui just glanced at it, then his face was full of disgust, he looked away, put his hands on the edge of the table, kneading restlessly.

Yan Su stared at him for about 3 minutes, and then changed to a video, which was used for internal teaching in the public security academy. The video came from the dark web. A woman was brutally dismembered by a murderer.

Wu Yonggui developed symptoms of retching, angrily pushed away the laptop, and shouted: "Take it away! Take it away!"

Yan Su put away his laptop and said flatly, "You are not a murderer, at most you are an accomplice."

Wu Yonggui's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you..."

Yan Yan cast a sideways glance at Wu Yonggui.

Yan Su twitched the corner of his mouth: "You don't like the heavy taste of people|beasts at all, and even hate them. It's impossible for your dog to...mate with the victim."

Yan Yan: "..." This word, why does it feel weird.

"You retch watching the dissection video, let alone dispose of a corpse yourself, so you are not the one to clean up the corpse."

"As for the person cleaning up the corpse," Yan Su got up and said condescendingly, "it's Zhao Zhigang."