in the dawn

Having said that, Mo Nan took a deep breath, and his delicate makeup has faded a little, "Qian Mingchao was airborne to the company, unlike other airborne leaders, he is easy to get along with, doesn't put on airs, and even takes good care of him." girl."

"To this day, many people know that he is dead, and the first reaction is regret, but only those who were targeted by him know exactly what kind of lunatic he is."

He Lang raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Specifically, what happened."

"Qian Mingchao and I only communicated in private at first, because the company's internal regulations do not allow office romances, so we have always been very cautious."

"In the beginning, we would go shopping together like ordinary couples, and we would chat together. He made me feel very good. Gradually, I became attached to him. So, on the day he confessed to me, I agreed to him. "

Speaking of this, tears rolled down Mo Nan's face, her lips trembled, and her voice was choked in her throat, "Just, that night, he got me drunk and took videos and photos."

Mo Nan closed his eyes, "Then he threatened me with photos and videos, asking me to go to his house regularly. In the video you saw, he threatened me and asked me to go to his house later at night."

Hearing these words, Jiang Chengyun called Feng Dong, "Immediately investigate and sort out the evidence collected from Qian Mingchao's house, and look for the videos and photos that Mo Nan said."

"You went to Qian Mingchao's house that night, did you find anything unusual?"

Mo Nan's eyes flickered slightly, and his lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick, pursed, "No, nothing unusual."

"She lied." Qiao Yuchuan also spoke the moment Mo Nan spoke, with a very certain tone.

Jiang Chengyun grabbed the communicator and repeated Qiao Yuchuan's words to He Lang. He Lang squinted his eyes and closed the notebook on the table, "Mo Nan, at this point, I hope you can recognize the reality clearly, and any concealment or lying Behavior is an extremely irrational and unwise choice."

"It will also cause unnecessary trouble for yourself."

"You are a smart person, you should be very clear about what choice you should make."

Hearing this, Mo Nan closed his eyes, with a hint of bitterness and unwillingness on his face, "I don't know if it's abnormal, but he seems to be in a bad mood and has a bad temper."

As he spoke, Mo Nan pursed his lips, "Also, when he forced me to do that kind of thing, he would cover my eyes with a black cloth and tie me up."

He Lang frowned, "Did Qian Mingchao physically harm you during this period?"

Mo Nan shook his head, "Not really."

At this time, Feng Dong walked in with the materials, "Jiang team, these are the photos and videos found on the computer at Qian Mingchao's home."

Jiang Chengyun took the materials and flipped through them, then he raised his eyes and looked in, the photo was indeed Mo Nan, it seemed that she was not lying, but there was one point that caught Jiang Chengyun's attention.

"Tell me, why are you covering your eyes with a black cloth?"

"If the binding is to reduce trouble and prevent Mo Nan from resisting and escaping, then what is the reason for blindfolding?" Jiang Chengyun frowned and asked.

Qiao Yuchuan raised his jaw slightly, and his translucent eyes were filled with a little thought, "Generally speaking, the senses of a person who is blindfolded will be infinitely magnified, and the stimulation of the outside world will be more obvious."

"It's not surprising that someone like Qian Mingchao would do this, but what's strange is that he didn't torture Mo Nan after he did this. Judging from the photos he stored, this is very unreasonable."

Jiang Chengyun nodded, and he also agreed with Qiao Yuchuan's analysis, "If this is unreasonable, then what else is the purpose of blindfolding?"

Qiao Yuchuan frowned delicately, "Blindfolded, you can't see what's going on in front of you, let alone predict who the person in front of you is."

Hearing this, Jiang Chengyun's eyes flashed with astonishment, and Qiao Yuchuan turned his head to look at him, "No one can say, the person who did what to Mo Nan must be Qian Mingchao, even she herself may not be able to be sure." .”

This conjecture was too absurd, yet strangely reasonable, Jiang Chengyun couldn't help but raised his hand and scratched his hair. The recent cases were so unusual that he couldn't figure it out.

Qiao Yuchuan turned his head to look at Jiang Chengyun and didn't say much. Sometimes, silence is more valuable.

On the other side, Zheng Chuyuan looked at Sun Qinghe who was sitting on the head of his bed, peeling an apple with her head down, and felt a little worried. Since he woke up, he had counted the words his mother had said to him with five fingers.

Except for the colleagues from the unit who came to have a smiling face, most of the time, they just sat in silence without saying a word. Zheng Chuyuan naturally knew what his mother was thinking, but there were some things he couldn't back down.

At this time, the door of the ward opened, and Zheng Chuyuan took advantage of the situation to look over, a little light appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, Sun Qinghe put down the apple in her hand and got up, "Doctor Fang."

Fang Yingchi nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his face, "Team Zheng seems to be in good spirits today."

Looking at Fang Yingchi's smile, Zheng Chuyuan felt a lot better in an instant, "It's thanks to Dr. Fang that I can recover like this."

"That's right, if it wasn't for Dr. Fang's superb medical skills, you boy, would you still be able to speak with such a playful smile?" Sun Qinghe said with a sigh.

Fang Yingchi gently lifted Zheng Chuyuan's hospital gown, and carefully looked at the wound on his abdomen. Zheng Chuyuan's eyes fell on Fang Yingchi's face.

"The wound is recovering well. Team Zheng is in good health. As long as he has a good rest, he will be discharged from the hospital soon."

Hearing this, Sun Qinghe felt relieved, "Doctor Fang, will this injury have any impact on his future life?"

Fang Yingchi blinked, and straightened Zheng Chuyuan's hospital gown, "It won't have any effect. Although Captain Zheng's injury was indeed serious this time, fortunately, no important organs were injured. This is a blessing among misfortunes. .”

"As long as you take good care of yourself in the future, there will be no sequelae."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Chuyuan looked at Sun Qinghe, "I'll just say it's fine, Mom, don't worry."

Sun Qinghe glared at him, Zheng Chuyuan sighed helplessly, then turned to look at Fang Yingchi, "Doctor Fang, it's convenient to ask, how old are you this year?"

Fang Yingchi was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and Sun Qinghe patted Zheng Chuyuan on the head, "Stinky boy, what are you asking?"

Zheng Chuyuan looked at Fang Yingchi with a smile, "I just think Dr. Fang looks really young, probably less than thirty."

Fang Yingchi smiled faintly, and two small dimples happened to fall into Zheng Chuyuan's eyes, "Exactly thirty, does that count as your guessing wrong?"

Zheng Chuyuan hooked his lips, with a slight smile in his eyes, "It doesn't count."

Fang Yingchi glanced at him, put his hands in his pockets, smiled lightly, sweet dimples hung on his face, making him look extraordinarily young, "You have a good rest."

When the other party left, Sun Qinghe stretched out her hand and grabbed Zheng Chuyuan's ear, "Your kid doesn't stop when you're sick, and there's nothing on your mind."

Hearing Sun Qinghe's words, Zheng Chuyuan hid for a long time before rescuing his red ears. He didn't think of anything superfluous, "I just asked casually, so there's nothing superfluous to think about."

Sun Qinghe snorted coldly, "Unless you are not my son, otherwise, I can't figure out your little thoughts?"

Zheng Chuyuan raised his eyebrows, "Hey, you really can't figure it out this time."

As soon as Fang Yingchi left, Li Moran brought the drawing board and Feng Xue to the Central Hospital together.

Knocking on the door of the ward, the two walked in together. Sun Qinghe got up and greeted them enthusiastically, "You are Cheng Yun's colleagues, come in and sit down."

Feng Xue handed over the fruit basket, milk and nutrition products in her hand, "Auntie, this is a little kindness from the big guy in the detachment."

"It would be great if you could come and see him. What else can you bring?" Sun Qinghe said while holding Feng Xue's hand to make her sit down. The enthusiasm made Zheng Chuyuan have a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, Sun Qinghe glanced at Zheng Chuyuan, and then held Feng Xue's hand affectionately, "It's Feng Xue, I often heard Chu Yuan mention you to me before."

"I've always wanted to find a chance to meet you. She is indeed a good girl, and she is also pretty."

Feng Xue was confused by the sudden compliment, she blinked, "Auntie."

"Oh, people are also polite, can I call you Xiaoxue?"

"Ah? Ah, okay."

Feng Xue was a little confused about the situation, but Team Zheng had a good relationship with the boss, and she was here to express condolences on behalf of the detachment, so she really should behave well.

So, by accident, Feng Xue and Sun Qinghe chatted happily, and Li Moran carried the drawing board and moved a stool to sit beside Zheng Chuyuan's bed.

"Team Zheng, Feng Xue is the team flower of the Criminal Investigation Detachment. People who like her line up and leave the gate of the detachment. It takes a little effort to chase her." Li Moran said seriously.

Zheng Chuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and laughed for a while, "You are wrong."

Hearing this, Li Moran shrugged indifferently. He didn't want to care about other people's emotional life, so he opened his own drawing paper.

Li Moran had a serious face, holding a paintbrush in his hand, "Do you need to rest for a while before starting? Because drawing this requires a very detailed description, and it will consume a lot of energy."

Hearing this, Sun Qinghe immediately got up and walked to Zheng Chuyuan's bedside, frowning slightly, "You didn't have a good rest last night, or take a rest first."

Zheng Chuyuan shook his head, "It's okay, just think about it briefly, and it will be fine."

Feng Xue got up and supported Sun Qinghe to sit aside. The rest of the time in the ward, except for Zheng Chuyuan's intermittent description, was the soft sound of Li Moran's brush scribing across the paper.

Time passed by little by little, and it took a full two hours before Li Moran stopped writing. He sighed briefly and turned his drawing board to Zheng Chuyuan.