Intensive Cultivation Manual

Chapter 118

"It's annoying." Ju Yan shook his head helplessly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, got up and walked out, "If the director asks, just say that I went out to smoke a cigarette."

"The team leader hasn't been reinstated yet, so he can go out anytime he wants to." The little policeman asked doubtfully.

"No, when he gets angry, he doesn't care whether I'm reinstated or not." Ju Yan smiled lightly and raised his hand, before his furious boss came out, he turned and left the police station.

"What do you think?" After leaving the police station, Ju Yan lit a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to look at Kong Yang who appeared beside him at an unknown time, and asked.

"Not like something that guy would do."

"You mean taking the blame?"

"I mean murder."

"I think so too." Ju Yan squatted on the side of the road, thinking about the whole case with a cigarette in his mouth, "Then who do you think the real culprit will be?"

"Are you asking me?" Kong Yang tilted his head and said, "I'm just an ordinary stalker, and my grades were not as good as yours in school."

"I asked you just because you are a stalker, how could I understand your stalker's thoughts." Ju Yan exhaled a puff of smoke, handed it to Kong Yang, looked at the crowd flowing in front of him, and thought.

Kong Yang took the cigarette, took a puff, exhaled the smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly, and remained silent.

The two of them squatted on the side of the road like this, smoking cigarettes one by one, and many passers-by regarded them as punks and stayed away, but I didn't care, and fell into my own thoughts.

"Forget it, I'll go see what's going on with Shen Fan first." After thinking for a long time without any result, Ju Yan got up and went back to the police station, and Kong Yang naturally followed with a cigarette.

After quietly returning to the police station, Ju Yan didn't see the figure of the chief, so he pulled the little policeman aside and asked.

"As for the director, I have already gone out just now, and I really asked you angrily, and I went out when I found out that you were not here."

"It's okay." Ju Yan nodded, took a long breath, and continued to ask: "How is Xiao An?"

"Still taking statements, Shen Fan's fingerprints were also found in the attic of Shen Fan's house, we can basically confirm that it is him." The little policeman carefully flipped through the notebook in his hand, "This case can be considered closed."

"...En." Ju Yan nodded, then paused again, "Where is Shen Fan now?"

"In another cell, after being diagnosed with schizophrenia, he seemed to be in a bad state."

"I'll go see him." Ju Yan quickly turned and left.

The little policeman flipped through the notebook and looked up and found that Ju Yan had gone far away. He couldn't help shaking his head, "The team leader is the team leader. I have to study hard to be so concerned about the case even though the truth has come to light."

Looking along the corridor one by one, Ju Yan found Shen Fan sitting in front of the window in the room at the end, opened the door and walked in, saw him sitting quietly in front of the window in white clothes, his eyes slightly lowered In the state of emptying his mind, his expressionless face was extraordinarily pale against the light.

"Are you sad that things were exposed, or are you surprised that you have a mental illness?" Ju Yan walked in, as casually as usual.

Shen Fan turned his head and glanced at him, then turned to the window and didn't intend to respond to him.

"Still as indifferent as ever." Ju Yan smiled indifferently: "I'm not here to visit you either, I just came to tell you good news. If everything goes well, you will leave here soon."

Shen Fan trembled, turned his head and glanced at Ju Yan, "Did Xiao An do anything?"

"You're so smart, is this a coincidence or a plan?" Ju Yan answered irrelevant questions with a smile, observing the subtle expression changes on Shen Fan's face.

"Answer me." Shen Fan was not interested in listening to his jokes, and asked indifferently.

Ju Yan approached Shen Fan with a smile, stared closely at his calm eyes, and said in a low voice, "He surrendered himself."

The pupils shrank slightly, Shen Fan's face was full of shock, and he stood up from the chair abruptly, "What did you say?"

"Don't be surprised, just like what I said just now, Xiao An turned himself in, admitting that he killed the person, and also explained that you have nothing to do with the case. If all goes well, you will get out from here soon." Ju Yan narrowly said He smiled and said, "You are obviously an accomplice, but you seem to be ignorant."

A rare serious look appeared on Shen Fan's usually plain face, "It is impossible for Xiao An to kill people."

"why?"

"Because I killed people."

"There are his fingerprints in the attic, and he still holds the murder weapon. He can tell the exact time of the crime and the place where the body was buried. More importantly, he has an obvious motive for committing the crime, and you, even if you have the impulse to kill It also arose out of your mental illness and had nothing to do with your own will."

Ju Yan shrugged, talking about a dead end, even Shen Fan had nothing to do with Xiao An who had already made up his mind.

Shen Fan was speechless suddenly, sat back on the chair quietly, raised his eyes and looked out the window, "...is this his plan?"

"Depending on the situation, there is nothing I can do. I really lost to him." Ju Yan turned his head and looked out the window, all he could see was the endless stream of people on the street.

"I remember Ju Yan, you told me a deduction, right?" Shen Fan said lightly, his voice sounded much calmer than before, "There is another stalker among them who is pretended by Xiao An, the purpose is to draw closer I have a good relationship with him, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Ju Yan looked at his calm face in puzzlement.

"Because that's impossible, another stalker does exist." Shen Fan narrated calmly, with a soft and clear voice, recalling the first time he was moved by Xiao An, his expression softened a lot.

"One night, when I woke up from a nightmare, I saw that the closet door of the room was opened. Before that, there were traces of other people moving in the room. Xiao An told me that someone else might know about it. This incident, and then there was the sound of someone walking in the room that night, and when I woke up, I found that the closet door in the room had been opened, and then Xiao An called me, and he was rushing over from his side at that time, it was impossible It's another stalker he's posing as."

"How can you be sure that he didn't call you near your house?" Ju Yan thought while rubbing his chin.

"Voice is impossible to deceive." Shen Fan stretched out his hands to cover his ears, closed his eyes and seriously recalled the voice he heard at that time, "I was really scared at that time, Xiao An's voice on the phone It will alleviate my fear, so I have been listening carefully, there are Xiao An running panting, footsteps, wind, cars passing by, people's voices, and after approaching me, the surrounding gradually It became quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was Xiao An's voice, the empty echo of a person running on the road, that voice would not be deceiving."

It was because it was so real, he knew that Xiao An came here for him, and when everyone was asleep, there was a person who was working hard for him because he was worried about him. The tenderness towards him almost made him want to cry.

So when Ju Yan told him the inference, he chose to believe Xiao An. In his memory, no one except his mother had ever been so gentle to him.