An Yang stood at the door, smiled and said, "An Ze, do you have time to talk to me?"
An Ze was a little disgusted that the police officer always appeared at critical moments to destroy the atmosphere. He frowned unhappily and said, "If An Sir has something to say, say it in front of my brother."
An Yang was silent for a while, "If you don't mind, of course you can."
An Yang came over, turned and sat down on the sofa in the bedroom, looked up at An Ze, and asked calmly, "On the 22nd of last month, at three o'clock in the afternoon, where were you?"
"As I said, I was shopping in a department store."
"That's right, your statement did say that you were in a department store that day, and you never saw your brother. We also found out that your credit card did have a consumption record that day." An Yang gave a slight pause, "But, we also Your fingerprints and bloodstains were found in your brother's car, what's the explanation?"
Seeing that An Ze was silent and his whole body stiffened, An Luo felt a little distressed, patted the back of An Ze's hand lightly, and said in a low voice, "An Ze, what's going on, why are you lying?"
"..." An Ze pursed his lips tightly, it seemed difficult to speak.
An Luo took his hand and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, what is the reason, you can say it directly. I believe that the kidnapping case has nothing to do with you."
An Yang also said: "Anze, lying to the police is not a good thing. If you insist on not cooperating, I can only arrest you as a criminal suspect. You must know that the evidence we have is very bad for you."
An Ze was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly: "That day, I saw my brother follow his father's arrangement to have a blind date with a woman surnamed Lin. I thought that woman was not worthy of my brother, but my brother said that I was nosy, we were in the car. There was a dispute inside, my brother punched me in a fit of anger, and blood bleed from the corner of my mouth, maybe that’s how I left the blood in the car.”
"..." An Yang and An Luo looked at each other, obviously neither of them believed in such an explanation.
An Ze frowned and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go and confront that woman. She and her brother were having dinner at the western restaurant that day, and I happened to see her."
An Yang was silent for a moment thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Is the woman surnamed Lin you're talking about called Lin Xiaotong?"
An Ze lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Yes, that's the name."
An Yang said calmly, "she is already dead."
"..." An Ze turned back stiffly, "When did it happen?"
"Last Wednesday, her body was found by the river, because Lin Xiaotong has been staying abroad, and not many people know her. We have been investigating this case for a long time and have not found any clues. We only know that she died of a gunshot wound." An Yang gave a slight pause, "I didn't expect to see An Luo before she disappeared. So, there may be some connection between the two cases."
An Luo fell silent, his brows furrowed tightly, and some strange clips flashed through his mind in a trance. Those clips were as vague as faded old movies, some voices, and a woman's face...
"Unfortunately, An Luo has lost his memory. For many things, only you can give a reasonable explanation. Therefore, I want to make an appointment with a psychiatrist to meet with you as soon as possible..."
"A psychiatrist?" An Ze asked suspiciously, "Why does my brother want to see a psychiatrist?"
An Luo hurriedly interrupted him, "Please ask a psychiatrist to talk to me, maybe it will remind me of the past."
An Ze looked back at An Yang, An Yang smiled slightly and said, "That's what your brother said."
Although An Ze had some doubts, he didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that his brother looked tired, he said, "Brother, rest early."
An Luo nodded, lying on the bed and closing his eyes.
An Ze pulled the quilt for him, then turned around and went out with An Yang.
When walking to the living room, An Yang suddenly said, "If I can't tell the truth from a lie, wouldn't I be the leader of the special case team for nothing?"
An Ze looked at him calmly, "What do you mean?"
An Yang smiled slightly, "You still refused to tell me the truth about the reason you argued with your brother that day?"
An Ze said in a low voice, "That's a private matter between our brothers. It has nothing to do with this case. I have the right not to disclose my privacy."
An Yang said: "Your brother's brain is not substantially damaged. His sudden loss of memory must be due to psychological reasons. One day he will remember what happened before. Do you think you can hide it?"
An Ze froze for a moment, and was silent for a moment before saying, "That's also between us, not you."
An Yang looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, "You are really stubborn." At this point, the conversation suddenly changed, "Fortunately, I didn't doubt you, otherwise, you should be wearing handcuffs now. Stay at the police station, with the evidence I have, you are the number one suspect."
An Ze wondered: "Why don't you doubt me?"
An Yang smiled and said, "How could someone who cares so much about his brother kill his brother?"
An Ze frowned and said, "Maybe I just pretended to be in love with his brother, and instead killed him when he wasn't prepared."
An Yang shook his head, "It's impossible for one person to kill another person for no reason. We must first know the murderer's motive in investigating the case. You killed your brother, and there is no motive."
An Ze thought the police officer's devious reasoning was quite interesting, and couldn't help but said, "Isn't the motive for fighting for the family property?"
"Then why should the business school's aspirations be changed to an irrelevant military school?"
An Ze was slightly startled.
An Yang said in a low voice: "An Ze, I have checked you and know your details very well. This is one of the reasons why I have never doubted you. As for the second reason, expressions can be disguised and lies can be fabricated, but I believe that , feelings can't be fake... You can't pretend your affection for your brother."
"..." Until An Yang walked to the upstairs bedroom, An Ze was still standing there silently.
His affection for his brother came from the bottom of his heart, and even the best actor couldn't pretend it.
It's a pity that the brotherhood in the eyes of outsiders is deep, but it is not pure brotherhood. He wants to hug him, possess him, and stay by his side for the rest of his life... No one understands this kind of unbearable feeling, and no one will support and bless him.
An Ze loves his brother deeply, and it is always An Ze's business alone.
***
"Is the woman surnamed Lin named Lin Xiaotong?" "She's already dead..." "An Luo, goodbye..." "Little Luo, be obedient..." "Brother, take me..."
- Who is calling him? Why is the voice in my ear so confusing
An Luo frowned and hugged his head tightly.
The brain is in a mess, it seems that all the blood vessels are bursting, the blood spreads into a piece in the mind, everything in front of me turns a dazzling blood red, and the mouth is filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.
"Hahaha, do you think it's just you that can smash our whole plan?" "Eldest Young Master An Family, you are too naive!" "Teach him a good lesson!"
- What hit the body, the skin on the chest hurts like it was torn
"Hand over things! You really think you are An's grandson and I dare not touch you? An Luo, don't take yourself too seriously!" "Why, you still won't tell me? Hit me hard! Hit him! Until you speak!"
"Don't... don't force me... I'm not An Luo... I'm not An Luo... "
***
"Brother, brother wake up!"
An Ze didn't expect that when he returned to the bedroom, he saw such a picture!
An Luo was beating his head desperately with his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept mumbling, "Don't force me... don't force me..."
His heart was pulled up and his fist hit his head, but An Ze was so distressed that he almost suffocated.
Quickly walked to the bed, grabbed his waving hand, and hugged him tightly, An Ze said distressedly: "Brother, wake up, you have nightmares again, brother..."
-The ruins of the dark factory, the icy walls behind, the pungent smell of blood, the heart-piercing pain as if the bones in the whole body would be shattered... The heart seems to be slowly stopping, and every breath makes the lungs seem to be squeezed pain…
—No, you can’t just die like this… An Luo, you have to hold on, you can’t die…
It seems that someone is hugging you? The body is a familiar, warm temperature.
"Am I... not dead?" An Luo opened his eyes and stared blankly at An Ze in front of him.
An Ze hugged him distressedly, "Brother, you're fine, it's just a dream... Don't be afraid... You'll be fine..." His fingers gently stroked his back, over and over again, as if comforting a frightened animal. caressed lightly.
An Luo finally woke up from the terrifying dream, feeling An Ze's warm embrace, An Luo stretched out his hands tremblingly, and hugged his back gently, "An Ze..."
"It's me, brother, are you awake yet?" An Ze loosened his arms and raised his face, only to see that An Luo, who had always been calm, had bloodshot eyes and red eyes because of a nightmare of fear. A thin layer of cold sweat oozes out.
An Ze brought a tissue, wiped the sweat from his forehead distressedly, poured a glass of water by the way, found a sleeping pill to feed him, and whispered, "Don't worry, it's just a dream."
An Luo frowned, "I... my head hurts a lot, and my mind is a little confused. I... dreamed that I was being... "
"Brother, you're all right." An Ze interrupted him, hugged him again, buried his head on his chest, hugged his shoulder tightly with one hand, and gently stroked the other with the other. Shaking his hair, "It's alright... I'm here... I've always been by your side..."
"Don't think about it, it's just a dream..."
An Luo finally determined that it was just a dream, reached out and hugged An Ze tightly, burying his head deeply in his arms.
The shirt on An Ze's chest was soon soaked with sweat.
He didn't know what his brother dreamed, but he only knew that An Luo at the moment had lost the cold and hard shell, revealing the most fragile and soft part of his heart.
At this moment, An Luo needs him to stay by his side, and needs his encouragement and comfort.
Not knowing what to do, An Ze could only hug him tightly, repeating those clumsy lines over and over again, "Brother, it's alright... I'm here..."
An Ze's fingers stroked An Luo's hair over and over again, using his utmost tenderness and patience to free him from his terrifying dream.
After an unknown amount of time, An Luo finally calmed down, and his trembling body remained motionless.
An Ze looked down and found that he had closed his eyes.
Taking sleeping pills this time, he seemed to be sleeping very deeply.
An Ze finally felt relieved, went to bed and lay down, gently hugging An Luo who was sleeping in his arms.