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"Me neither." Yan Yan replied in a low voice.

Yan Su looked indifferent, and said lightly: "In the morning, don't tell ghost stories."

Yan Yan and Liu Qiao looked at each other, Yan Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, and Liu Qiao laughed.

After the assembly, the police comrades scattered around to search for clues according to the arrangement.

Yan Yan and Yan Su went to the church next to the market at the foot of the mountain, where Jiang Liwen often goes.

The entire Qingyang Village is located at a high altitude and is located in a plain area on a high mountain. To get in, you have to take a mountain road with seven turns and eight turns.

The bazaar is not big, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, and there are a lot of vegetable markets, food trade and clothing stores that should be there.

Next to the crude market, the church stands out from the crowd. The whole building occupies a large area and is painted with white paint all around. The entrance is a three-story building with a white cross on the roof.

Yan Su stopped in front of the church, Yan Yan looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Yan Su shook his head: "Nothing."

The two entered the church, and the interior of the building was far more spacious than it looked from the outside.

For a moment, Yan Yan felt as if he was in a western church. The old walls were yellowed, and rows of seats fell silently in the empty hall. , the sound of footsteps echoed ethereally.

Yan Su raised his head, staring closely at the statue in front of him, on the pulpit, it was a statue as tall as a man.

Yan Yan followed his gaze, and the dying Son Jesus on the cross seemed to be nothing special.

"Yan Su." Yan Yan called him.

Yan Su suddenly came back to his senses, subconsciously took half a step back, a little flustered, and looked at Yan Yan in a daze: "What?"

"Jiang Liwen." Yan Yan reminded him of their purpose of coming here.

"Look for the person in charge of this church." With a cold face, Yan Su passed Yan Yan, without looking at the statue on the podium, and went to the side door behind the podium.

Yan Yan straightened up, looking suspiciously between Yan Su and the statue.

Jesus lowered his head. Although he was enduring great pain, his eyes were still compassionate and mournful, watching Yan Su pass by him.

The sunlight turned into a golden beam, passing through the gap in the dome, and wiped away the panic in Yan Su's eyes.

His eyes became firm and cold again.

Yan Yan took a deep breath, strode forward with two long legs, and caught up with Yan Su.

The two of them passed through the side door, and found a small living room with green wallpaper and green floor, with a white glass round table beside the bed, two rattan chairs, and a pot of succulents.Desert oil paintings hang on the wall opposite the windows.

Yan Yan found that the moment Yan Su saw the oil painting, his face changed suddenly, and his hands hanging by his sides were trembling.

He held Yan Su's hand, and Yan Su was immersed in the shock brought by the oil painting, his lips were tightly pursed, and his side cheeks were tense, as if every hair on his body stood on end.

Kind of like, creepy.

Yan Yan didn't know why, it was just an ordinary oil painting, depicting the desert, or in other words, the desert is more appropriate.

Because there are still brown plants growing on the desert, sporadic spots of green, and the sand dunes spread to the sky. A desert wolf passed by, turned back, and stared at them faintly with dark green eyes.

"Yan Su," Yan Yan called him in a deep voice, "Yan Su!"

Yan Su shuddered, and suddenly came back to his senses, raised his hand to press his temple, and pressed it lightly with his fingers.

"You rest here for a while." Yan Yan pulled him, and couldn't help but push him onto the wicker chair: "Rest, don't run around, you hear me?"

Yan Su tried to stand up, but was pressed back by Yan Yan's shoulders, his eyes met.

Yan Yan stared at him seriously: "I don't know much about your matter. If you don't tell me, I won't investigate. But, you need to take care of yourself. If you can't solve it, I will definitely intervene. Do you understand?"

Yan Su was startled for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes, Yan Yan put him on the rattan chair, got up to look for someone.

As soon as he turned around, he found that the hem of his clothes had been pulled.

Yan Yan turned around, Yan Su closed his eyes tightly, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes so hard that the veins on the back of his hand protruded and trembled like a cramp.

"I'm always..." Yan Su closed his eyes, panting intermittently, with a hoarse voice: "Always alone..."

"In the dark..." he whispered dreamily.

Yan Yan was stunned, he never asked, and Yan Su never said anything, but if one day, Yan Su was willing to open his heart to him...

The darkness covered in dust in the depths of the years, the bruises all over the body after being watered by blood, how many times I dreamed back at midnight, opened my eyes from the darkness, and what I saw was not hope, but long suffering, waiting for dawn.

How much pain would it take to make him not care about his own life at all.

Always be the first, always be the last.

— “We are the police.”

—— "Operation Golden Triangle, Yan Su almost put his life there."

——"A lot of people died." Yan Su's expression was so calm.

Yan Yan was not in a hurry to find the people in the church, he gently held Yan Su's paw, squatted down facing him, and stood beside Yan Su, quietly staring at the young man's tired profile.

"Wei Jiyuan...don't know..." Yan Su whispered, "They...don't believe...I..."

"No one is waiting for me."

"Grandpa died in the line of duty, father died, and mother... also died."

It was in that desert that everything started.

Apart from the belief in revenge, nothing was left to him in this world.

"I must kill him," Yan Su opened his eyes and looked straight into the void, "I will kill him."

Four years ago, the day he met that person and learned all the truth, he had nothing.

He is just a knife, the sharpest knife.

·

——"If you see him again, I will definitely kill him for you." Yan Yan clenched the backhand knife tightly and said goodbye to him. He knelt on the ruins in embarrassment, covered in blood, "It's best that you forget. he said softly.Yan Yan pressed the back of his head hard, the black hair scattered from the gap between his fingers, Yan Yan bowed his head to press his own kiss, and he quietly let him ravage between his lips.

——"Goodbye, Alan." "Goodbye, Yan Yan."

·

In an instant, the picture that was buried deep in the memory flashed back, that knife!Yan Yan grabbed the armrest of the rattan chair, why did he remember wrongly, the sharp knife...was never a girl...

·

Eight years after parting from the sharp knife, two years ago, he killed the number one suspect who was originally planned to be captured alive in a major joint operation, only because deep in his memory, a voice in the dark said to him, kill him, you I promised him that I would kill this man.

By the time Yan Yan reacted, the bullet had already passed through the head of the suspect who surrendered.

Because of a mistake, Yan Yan was demoted from the central government to the Ningbei Municipal Bureau.

·

"Yan Su..." Yan Yan squeezed the armrest tightly: "You... What's the relationship between you and the sharp knife?"

Yan Su closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Yan Yan knew that he wasn't asleep but just resting, so he reached out and touched Yan Su's head.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Su said lightly: "I haven't communicated much."

Yan Yan smiled bitterly: "Okay."

He got up.

After the initial panic, Yan Su has calmed down a lot, and the hand that was holding him loosened.

Yan Yan wondered why no one came to Ruo Cathedral, after all, he and Yan Su were also considered uninvited guests.

Yan Yan thought about it, wanted to go out, but was worried about Yan Su, so he leaned against the wall and asked Yan Su: "Hey, what, Wei Jiyuan, haven't you two talked about it? Do you still like him?"

"..." Yan Su said indifferently: "This is the second time you have asked this question, Officer Yan. Wei Jiyuan and I have already ended. Besides... at that time... Wei Jiyuan reminded me of someone..."

"Who?" Yan Yan felt sour in his heart, why did he still have the old Wang next door.

"...I don't remember, when I was a teenager." Yan Su closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, as if recalling, "I don't have a good memory, and I forgot a lot of things."

"At the age of 20, food was more important than life..." Yan Su laughed at himself and opened his eyes.

Yan Yan was looking down at him, Yan Su looked away uncomfortably: "I will go with whoever feeds me something delicious."

Officer Yan laughed unceremoniously, and Yan Su felt nostalgic: "Wei Jiyuan's cooking skills are really good."

"Food." Yan Yan said with a smile.

Yan Su got up from the rattan chair: "Let's go, find someone."

"never mind?"

"never mind."

"Yan Su." Yan Yan called to stop him.

Yan Su paused: "Huh?"

Yan Yan looked at him and said seriously: "You are never alone.

Yan Su was slightly startled, and smiled: "Okay."

The two of them walked in through the hall, and there was another prayer hall, which was much smaller than the one entered by the main entrance, and could only accommodate ten people standing together to pray and pray.

It is said to be a prayer hall, but it is more like a narrow secret room, with a seraph statue in the middle of the house.

There are no windows and the lighting is dim.

Yan Yan patted on the light, and the two noticed the stone statue first.

So weird.

It is not at all like a benevolent deity in religion, but more like a demon that has just crawled out of the abyss of hell. It has a blue face and fangs, and has no eyes. The white eyes almost protrude from the eye sockets. It has six wings.

On the devil's chest, there are carved inverted pentagrams on the head and feet!

Yan Yan took out the flashlight of his mobile phone and squatted beside the stone statue to check it out.

"Satan..." Yan Su lost his voice and stood frozen by the door. Behind him, a hand stretched out and patted his shoulder.

Yan Yan bent down and found a line of small characters behind the base of the stone statue.

Yan Yan put his hand on the four imperceptible letters and brushed them lightly.

A, L, A, N.

Yan Yan raised his head, and was about to ask Yan Su to come and have a look, only to realize that Yan Su was not there, and there was a conversation outside the door.

"Yan Su?" Yan Yan turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and stepped out.

In front of Yan Su stood an elderly man, not tall, with a stooped back and gray hair. The old man was anxious and angry: "No, outsiders are not allowed to enter the divine room! You will be punished by God for doing this."

Yan Su smiled coldly, and was not polite: "Is there any divine punishment? Just come."

Yan Yan was puzzled, and walked towards them: "What's wrong?"

"The gatekeeper of the church." Yan Su raised his head and glanced at the old man.

Yan Yan took out his standing police ID, and the old man blushed. Seeing his police ID, his voice became much softer, and he muttered angrily, "Why are the police here?"

"Of course it's investigating the case." Yan Yan smiled: "A member of your church was murdered, and we will investigate."

The gatekeeper was terrified, and his face was filled with astonishment: "Who, who was killed?"

"Jiang Liwen, do you know him?" Yan Yan took out the photo and handed it to him.

The gatekeeper held the photo and walked to the window, stared at the light for a long time, and nodded: "I know Xiao Jiang, she has a gentle personality and doesn't like to talk. Few people are willing to talk to her."

Yan Yan and Yan Su looked at each other.

"Then, did she ever say... about the ghost in white?" Yan Yan asked tentatively.

"Ghost?!" The gatekeeper returned the photo to Yan Yan: "No, we don't believe in ghosts. This is Catholicism, not Taoism."

"I'm afraid you're not Catholic either," Yan Yan turned sideways and opened the door of the secret room behind him, referring to the weird stone statue in the secret room.

The gatekeeper inspected his head and scratched his white hair, also surprised: "No, no one usually enters this prayer room. The investor specially asked for this arrangement, and only Xiao Jiang and Xiao Cao went in to pray."

"Have you visited?" Yan Yan asked, and the gatekeeper shook his head: "No, I'm all in the front hall."

"Who is the investor?" Yan Yan turned on the phone recording.

The gatekeeper thought for a long time: "I can't remember, it's a company, I have to go back and take a look."

The two of them followed the old gatekeeper to his usual place, in the low bungalow next to the church.

The old man took out the bound book, flipped through it a few times, and said, "When they donated, I wrote down that a company named Chujiang Investment is not local, but seems to be from other provinces."

"Oh..." Yan Yan took a picture of his notebook: "Thank you. We also want to know about Jiang Liwen, and those who have a closer relationship with her..."

"Little Cao," the gatekeeper answered him, "Cao Dexian!"

Yan Yan nodded: "Cao Dexian."

"Cao Dexian's family also lives on the mountain," the gatekeeper said babblingly, "it's a little far away from Xiao Jiang's family. Xiao Jiang doesn't usually like to talk, so when he comes, he will go to the prayer room you saw. Said Come to think of it, she looks a little strange recently, and we all thought it was her husband, so what's wrong with her...Xiao Jiang, sometimes, looks a little nervous."

"In the church, Xiao Cao has a good relationship with her, and they often pray together in that prayer room."

Yan Yan wrote it down and said, "Has she mentioned anything about her family? I mean, Jiang Liwen."

"Ah, mention it, why don't you mention it, she doesn't talk much, and it's all about their family's crap." The gatekeeper sighed: "Her husband Jiang Gaoquan, you know it."

Yan Yan nodded: "Hey, I know."

Gatekeeper: "She always said that her husband was messing with her, and her son didn't care about her. She said that she raised a white-eyed wolf. But their family's situation is the best in our village. Everyone knows Jiang Gaoquan. , to be honest, he still has the ability, he managed such a big Gaoquan Villa by himself."

Yan Yan glanced at Yan Su, who was expressionless.

"You don't believe her?" Yan Yan asked.

The gatekeeper asked back: "Why do you believe it? She looks a little crazy, and there is nothing wrong with Boss Jiang. You say a normal person, a lunatic, who do you believe, ah, comrade policeman?"

"Where's Cao Dexian, what happened to Cao Dexian?" Yan Su suddenly asked.

"I don't know the details. Why don't you ask Xiao Cao, and I'll tell you the address." The gatekeeper sipped his saliva, looked through his thread-bound notebook with empty eyes, and found Cao Dexian's contact information and address.

"Just live here." The gatekeeper showed them the book.

Yan Yan pointed to the phone number and called Cao Dexian.

Yan Yan held the phone by his ear, waited for a while, frowned, hung up, and called again.

Yan Su looked at him, Yan Yan shook his head: "No one answered, turn off the phone."

"Maybe he's resting," said the doorman. "Go to his house and look for it."

"No. 12, No. [-] Community, Qingyang Village."

The two left the church at nine o'clock in the morning. To reach Cao Dexian's house, they had to walk on a mountain road. They could not drive and had no means of transportation, so they could only walk. Yan Su was exhausted after walking for a while, so Yan Yan dragged him to stop and rest.

Two people stop and go.

Yan Yan picked willow branches casually, wove grass rings for Yan Su to wear, and Yan Su took them off with black threads all over his head.

After climbing a mountain, it was already twelve o'clock at noon when they arrived at Cao Dexian's house. Yan Yan took two breads with him and gave them to Yan Su.

Yan Su didn't finish eating, there was half a piece left, Yan Yan didn't think he was drooling, and swallowed it whole.

Cao Dexian's house is a brick and tile house, two stories high, and he lives alone.

The main gate was painted a bright red, and a charm was pasted on the lintel.

Yan Yan went to knock on the door: "Cao Dexian, are you there?"

Yan Su raised his hand to cover his forehead, blocking the sun, it was better than nothing, sweat slipped down and wet his long eyelashes.

Yan Yan called several times, but no one answered.

With his back turned to him, Yan Su suddenly said, "Yan Yan, someone is here."

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