Xin Jia shook her head: "This is a problem that we can't fully explain. Maybe it was because you were at the same explosion point and suffered exactly the same shock and damage; or maybe it was because you were injected with the same nerve. Paralyzing drugs."
Han Chen's eyes became even colder, and he pushed her hand away, causing her to fall to the ground. He walked over and looked down at her: "Who is behind the scenes? Who is your leader?"
Xin Jia got up from the ground and looked up at him.
This kind of Han Chen is very scary, and it also makes her feel distressed and obsessed. His face was so cold, it was like being covered with ice. The whole body is full of hostility, as if it is difficult for anyone to approach. In the past, after losing Su Mian, he had always been like this.
"I will never say the answer to this question," she said softly. "You were hit hard in the case back then, and we were also torn apart. It was a lose-lose battle, and many people died. It's not just you who are exiled."
She spoke in confusion, Han Chen stared at her with gloomy eyes, and said nothing.
At this time, she patted the ashes on her trousers and trimmed her hair, still looking like a gentle lady, and walked to the bicycle next to her.
"Come with me for the fourth thing, ride a bike," she said. "I'll take you somewhere."
After a pause, he said, "A place you will definitely want to go."
Han Chen looked at her thin back, walked over, and stepped onto another bicycle. And she finally smiled happily.
"Xin Jia." He stared into her eyes, "Why did you hang out with them? Why did you become a serial killer?"
Xin Jia held the handlebar and was quiet for a few seconds.
"Yeah, a girl like me, with a good family background, good looks, and everything is good. In the eyes of others, maybe she grows up like the stars holding the moon together. Why does she become like them? Han Chen, in fact, there are many things. , is not as glamorous as it seems; many people are not as happy as they seem. They found me and redeemed me. These things, and them, you will never understand. And I, just The weakest and crappiest of them all, it's just to help them. Maybe I'm not a qualified serial killer at all, but they still treat me very well, and I'd like to be with them. That's the real soul freedom of."
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In the afternoon, the sun was warm and the breeze was blowing in the forest. Xin Jia rode with a calm expression, and pointed out the trees and flowers to Han Chen along the way. Han Chen still didn't say a word, watched her every move, and rode behind her.
Gradually, the distance from the white house became farther and farther, and the woods became deeper and deeper. There was no road in front of them, and they could only run through the forest, crushing leaves and dead branches.
Finally, a log cabin appeared ahead. It looked very old, like a ranger's house. On the road not far from the house, there was a dilapidated forest ranger parked, probably coming from the other side of the mountain road.
Xin Jia parked her bicycle beside a big tree, turned her head to look at him and smiled: "This is an abandoned wooden house, no one will come here. Thank you Han Chen. You probably don't remember the last time we both rode a bicycle together. , is twelve years old. Your mother asked you to accompany me, but your boss was reluctant, and you disappeared halfway. This time, we finally rode to the finish line together. Everything you did with me today, it is for me It is of great significance, and even if I become someone else's wife in the future, I will remember this day for the rest of my life."
Her expression looked very gentle, like she was really satisfied.
Han Chen put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at her, his eyes were not as cold as before, and they became quiet and indistinguishable.
"What else do you want to do?" he asked lightly.
Xin Jia's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, and a little bit of red appeared on her cheeks.
"Han Chen, the last thing I want you to do - just hug me." She looked up at him and took out another key from her pocket, "I'll give you the key to this wooden house. Inside, there are some materials about the case. I can't tell you who they are. But it can give you a general understanding of the context of the case."
Han Chen glanced at the wooden house, then stared at her again: "What's your purpose for doing this?"
She laughed at herself: "How ridiculous, I just want you to retreat in spite of difficulties and stop here. Because I don't want you to die, even if you still want to be with Su Mian." She hugged her arms and lowered her head. : "Hug me, Han Chen, just give me a hug. Treat me like a friend."
The four fields are silent.
Xin Jia felt his eyes fall on her, and her heart beat extremely fast, as if waiting for a final judgment.
Will he, hug her? In this life, this time, even if only as a friend, give her a sympathetic hug
After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"Xin Jia, I'll never hug you. Give me the key. Or should I come and get it myself?"
Xin Jia stared at the open space between the two, which was covered with dry leaves.
She smiled slowly and slowly, and raised her head sharply: "Han Chen! You love her so much that you don't care for your life? You love it so much that you don't even want to look at other women? But I have loved you for many years, Han Shen, it's been more than 20 years since I was sensible, Han Chen! Can't you feel it at all?"
She raised her hand and was about to throw the key back. Who knew that Han Chen was faster than her, strode up, and took the key from her hand. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fell to the ground, covering her face.
Han Chen ignored her, with a cold face, holding the key, he walked up the steps of the wooden house. Shen Liang's eyes quickly looked around the wooden house.
Houses are old, at least ten years. Indeed, as she said, it has been abandoned for a long time. She should have had it repaired not too long ago, though. There was a white woolen blanket on the doorway, and new white tiles on the roof. The windows were all closed, and the mullions were new. The glass is also very clean, and he can clearly see that there is a small bed and a bookcase in the room. If according to what she said, those case information should be hidden in it.
Han Chen stared at the room for a while, then lowered his arms, the key still held in his palm.
He turned around and looked at Xin Jia a few steps away.
Xin Jia, with tears streaming down her face, also stared at him blankly.
In her eyes, Han Chen reached out and put the key in his pocket, and said indifferently, "Xin Jia, anyone in the know would know about the things you said. You have done so much along the way, Acting in so many plays is nothing more than to make me believe: You have the case information, you are already an infatuated woman with a hopeless and abnormal spirit - the purpose is to lure me into this room?"
Xin Jia's eyes froze, and the whole person seemed to freeze.
Han Chen walked down the steps and walked towards her step by step.
"You probably don't want to kill me, you just want to get me. What's hidden in the house? You know my skills, you have to subdue me the moment I walk into the house. So, is it a trap, or a poisonous gas?"