"I haven't seen this report." Gu Yan said suddenly.
Qiao didn't react, and while randomly opening a new one, he said without raising his head: "It's normal, didn't you say that this one was deleted as soon as it was posted, and probably not many people have seen it. What's more, you are looking for information. It's been many years since I wrote the analysis report, where can I look?"
This report may have survived for less than a few seconds back then, no one saw it, and no one mentioned it again.
Therefore, when Gu Yan found out the old case, what he saw was only the most straightforward judgment, mixed public opinion, and some words that Yan Suizhi had said in various reports.
For example, when a reporter asked him why he insisted on innocence, he only lost a few words: Why not? Take money to work.
There were other straightforward and sharp remarks, and it was these kinds of answers that kept him on the cusp of the storm during that time, and he kept scolding.
Those answers would give the illusion that his later gentle grace, including the words he said when guiding the students, were wrapped.
It was like a sudden twig in a straight tree trunk, abrupt but real, completely different from the impression he gave later.
But I have to admit that at least one of these two images is closer to his essence.
Those who scold him in the public opinion at the time only saw one side.
Later, the old case was completely forgotten, and the people who praised him only saw the other side.
"Send them all here." Gu Yan said.
Joe didn't notice the subtle change in his mood, or that he was pressing too well.
"Do it now? Okay, wait a minute, I'll send it to you."
Joe's smartphone had too many screens. He hurriedly struggled out of the piles of data, then called up the information screen, swiped a few times, and clicked send on one of the names.
Just after clicking, Master Qiao was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the interface that showed the sending, his mind went blank for a moment, and then he poked the screen in a hurry, almost yanking the smartphone off and throwing it away.
It's hard to ignore such a big movement.
Gu Yan looked away from the photo of the old report and frowned at him: "What are you doing?"
Qiao stood there for a while, then clasped his face with both hands, and screamed silently with his mouth open, as if running out of the famous painting "The Scream".
"I... I did something stupid... don't call me... " Joe said nervously.
Gu Yan: "...You've done less? Have I ever scolded you with Ke Jin?"
Joe: "Okay, you grab the railing first."
Gu Yan: "..."
Joe closed his eyes and kicked his legs, and began to repent: "I sent it to the wrong person..."
Gu Yan frowned alertly: "Who did you send it to?"
Joe: "Dean..."
Gu Yan: "..."
Both of them felt suffocated at the same time.
One is being too stupid to be angry with the best friend, and the other is that he is too stupid to be angry.
"Why did you send it to him by mistake?" Attorney Gu's face was freezing.
Joe: "His note to me is 'Gu's intern', next to you up and down... I'm shaking... "
"Joe?" Yan Suizhi's voice came from the sofa.
Master Qiao seemed to hear the god of death calling.
He stiffened his neck, turned around slowly with a dry smile, and screamed wildly in his heart, "No—I won't go—", but his legs and feet had already followed Gu Yan to the booth.
Yan Suizhi's smartphone was turned on, with a row of pages lined up in front of him.
Obviously, he didn't know what Joe sent him, and subconsciously clicked a few inside and took a look.
The light of the wall lamp on the side of the booth fell diagonally on his face, and the light and dark shadows were just right, so that others could not see his expression, and naturally they could not understand his mood.
And judging from that row of pages... he doesn't seem to want to take a look.
Master Qiao seems to have returned to the time when the elective course ended ten years ago, his legs were weak, his steps were vain, and his heart was uneasy.
Gu Yan sat down beside Yan Suizhi.
Joe stared at his movements, looking forward to dog food for the first time in his life. He hoped that Gu Yan would not care about his single dog, grab Yan Suizhi's hand and kiss it directly, so that he wouldn't see it. Or directly hug Yan Suizhi and go back to the room without saying a word.
It's a pity that his best friend is not this character.
Master Qiao suddenly felt like a mourning concubine.
The sound of the sofa sinking slightly made Yan Suizhi move his eyes. He retracted his gaze from the report in front of him, swiped again, closed the row of screens, and glanced at Qiao and Gu Yan, "You guys just eloped to the railing. Are you doing research there?"
It's like... the tone is okay
As Gu Yan said before, it will not be rejected, and there is no obvious taboo.
Joe touched his chest, and the heartbeat that had been frightened before slowly stabilized.
Gu Yan rested his elbows on his knees and touched the corner of his lips. Just as he was about to say something, Qiao had already sat down next to Ke Jin, smashing the pot and saying, "Hey... Forget it, it's my hands shaking, since that's the case. Well, let me just say it directly. Dean... my sister and I, I want to ask you a favor."
When he said the last sentence, Joe's expression was serious and a little sincere.
But when he said that, he grabbed Ke Jin's hand to strengthen his courage.
Yan Suizhi glanced at his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said, "Oh? What are you busy with?"
Joe: "It's a long story."
Yan Suizhi: "..."
"So I picked the point." Joe whispered, "My sister and I... have always felt that in the years when the old fox hooked up with Manson and the others, he did some... some bad things. This is to a large extent. The above has led me and you to be tit for tat over the years, and I didn't say a good word when we met. However, my sister has recently discovered some clues, so that she suspects that we have misunderstood the conjectures about the old fox over the years. "
Joe said helplessly: "This is plain... It's actually some messy housework. But if we can really find something that proves that we misunderstood him, then... at least we have time to apologize to him."
He lowered his head, clasped his hands and shook it. After a moment of silence, he said, "...I'm actually looking forward to that apology. Of course, if it turns out that it wasn't a misunderstanding and he was just an old bastard, then my sister and I ... and ... should not cover him."
Yan Suizhi nodded: "So, what do you need me to do?"
"My sister wants to re-investigate a few cases that we thought were involved with the old fox, but lacked some entry points, and didn't want to disturb too many people." Qiao said, "So I took a detour and wanted to start from the more marginal old cases. Start. Dean, the case you have worked on is among them."
Yan Suizhi's expression changed subtly, and his eyes moved under the lamp.
He didn't speak immediately. He seemed to give Joe a deep look before shaking the smartphone on his finger and asking, "You mean you sent this?"
"Or have you ever handled other medical cases, Dean?" Joe asked.
"No." Yan Suizhi said, "I've seen a lot, but I've done very little."
"That...that's it," Joe said.
Yan Suizhi nodded, still not showing any sign of unhappiness, his tone was calm and normal, as if Qiao just asked him to borrow a fire, "Do you want to know more specific things?"
Joe: "Yeah. Can you?"
"Of course." It might be that Qiao seemed too cautious, Yan Suizhi smiled, and his tone was much gentler, "But if you ask me to say it directly, I may not know where to start. Just ask, what are you asking me? Answer what. If I remember."
Joe: "… "
He thought for a while in silence, and found that he knew very little about the old case. If he was asked to tell a story, he would probably be able to tell it in a few words—
However, it was the genetic surgery that caused a medical accident, but the accident was not that simple. It was suspected that the hospital tried to use the opportunity of the patient's surgery to try genetic experiments. The deceased patients were also a few minors, and the grief-stricken response of the parents affected the hearts of most people, so that the attention was unprecedentedly high.
But the vice president of the defendant refused to admit it, and his attitude was slick, which triggered a series of subsequent public opinions.
That's all, I got it from watching Gu Yan's analysis report back then. The sweeping action just now didn't show anything at all.
With this level of understanding, Joe found himself not knowing how to even ask a question.
Silently, he called up the data in his smartphone, looked at it quickly for a while, and tried to ask a few questions.
Yan Suizhi simply explained a few words without a problem, and then said, "Actually, these should be in the reports you sent."
The most important thing is that even if you ask hundreds or eighty questions of this level, it is impossible to find out whether Devo Ewes is involved.
Joe's roots turned red.
He took a sip of wine and flipped through a few more reports.
Yan Suizhi couldn't see it anymore, and reminded him amusingly: "I don't know what is the key in the eyes of you and your sister. Why don't you look at what you already have in your hands? Information, discuss it with your sister, and it's not too late to ask."
Qiao Yi was stunned: "Is it okay? If... I can ask again later, is it okay?"
Yan Suizhi nodded, "Of course, is it time-consuming?"
Maybe it was because he was busy with something, Joe didn't stay in the hall much, and it was better to go back and look at the information package to see the black faces of the Manson brothers. Ke Jin stopped the spoon, and the group returned to the luxurious suite upstairs.
During this process, Gu Yan kept paying attention to Yan Suizhi's expression. At least when there were other people around, he never showed any emotion.
Ke Jin didn't seem to want to sleep very much, and was reluctant to enter the bedroom. Joe settled him in the living room and sat on the sofa beside him, like a student returning to school, carefully reading the information word by word.
Yan Suizhi's eyes swept across his hand, and after a while, he entered the bedroom.
"Sleepy?" Gu Yan didn't stay in the living room much, and followed him into the room.
"No, I'm going to wash my hands." Yan Suizhi said.
Before the light in the bedroom was turned on, the door was closed behind Gu Yan's back. The room was not completely dark, and the evening lights of the garden outside and the lights of cars passing by in the distance silently flashed light and shadows in the room.
Yan Suizhi took the remote control to turn on the light and turned it around in his hand, but as if he had forgotten, he put it down.
Then he walked straight through the water-like light and shadow in the room and walked into the interior. After a while, the sound of rushing water started.
Gu Yan glanced at the remote control, and did not rush to turn on the light.
He stood there for a while, then walked inside following the sound of the water.
The sliding glass door of the sink was left open, and Yan Suizhi carefully rinsed his fingers as he was used to. After a while, he stopped his hands and propped up the edge of the sink, as if he was in the dark for a while.
After a few seconds, he suddenly said softly, "Gu Yan."
"I'm here." Gu Yan raised his feet and went up the steps of the sink.
Yan Suizhi turned to look at him for a while, then suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, then hugged him.