Love Me if You Dare: Pristine Darkness

After eating a few more chopsticks, Luo Lang said, "I have a friend who knows an American ophthalmologist. Do you need to introduce you?" His tone sounded sincere and peaceful. Jian Yao looked up at Bo Jinyan, and An Yan looked down. rice.

Bo Jinyan replied: "No, I have tried the best in the United States. It didn't work. Thank you."

Luo Lang was silent, but Jian Yao felt a pain in her heart. Suddenly, under the table, Bo Jinyan pinched his hand again, holding it very tightly. Jian Yao froze slightly, and gently touched the back of his hand with his thumb, and his hand strength was loosened.

However, Luo Lang was quiet for a while, and then said, "Jin Yan, Jian Yao, I have an unforgiving invitation." He smiled, "When your first child is born, can I be the child's godfather? ? "

He looked at them, those eyes were really sincere and looking forward.

Jian Yao froze. She didn't expect this, she turned to look at Bo Jinyan. When An Yan heard the words, he suddenly raised his head, a pair of dark eyes, staring at Bo Jinyan.

Bo Jinyan was silent for a moment and replied, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't accept your friendship. Because our children can only have one godfather."

The corner of An Yan's mouth bent at an instant.

Then Bo Jinyan said faintly, "It's Fu Ziyu."

Everyone was silent after he said this.

Fang Qing came in at this time. At present, the enemy, he didn't want to let his friends know his embarrassment. In fact, he was also absent-minded and asked casually: "What are you talking about?"

Jian Yao laughed: "The child after talking."

At this moment, Luo Lang also laughed and asked, "When are you planning to have a baby?" The topic of godfather passed away.

Jian Yao didn't speak.

Bo Jinyan replied with certainty: "Next year." Jian Yao glanced at him.

Fang Qing accidentally knocked the backpack off the back of the chair because the movement of sitting down was a bit big, and the pile of information inside it also fell off. He bent down to pick it up immediately, and Luo Lang next reached out.

Luo Lang looked at the information in his hand and smiled: "Wanted order? Why, this wanted criminal is related to the butterfly murder?"

Fang Qing immediately took back the information in Luo Lang's hands and put it away, saying, "Lao Luo, don't ask this."

Luo Lang smiled indifferently: "I ask casually."

Everyone keeps eating. Just because of their own concerns, the atmosphere of this hot pot is always a little quiet. After eating, Luo Lang paid the bill without waiting for everyone to respond, and then hit a taxi. Before getting on the car, he smiled and said to them: "Take care, pay attention to safety when investigating the case. We will make another appointment when we return to Beijing!"

Everyone stood by the road, waving goodbye to him. Jian Yao kept looking at him, but he didn't look at her at all, got into the car and left without looking back.

The police station is not far from where to eat. Fang Qing and An Yan both left with interest and interest. Only Yu Jianyao and Bo Jinyan walked behind their hands.

The moonlight was pouring, the tree shadows were shaking, and the road was straight ahead.

"Luo Lang, what do you think?" Jian Yao said.

Bo Jinyan replied: "Restraint, sensitive, sad, tenacious."

Jian Yao was shocked, but he looked calm.

"I don't like him," he said again. "He has some obscure temperament."

Jian Yao calmed for a while and said, "Let's check Luo Lang."

——

However, the overall progress of the task force will not stay in the slightest because of this episode.

one day later.

Bo Jinyan's goal was set.

That was a criminal wanted starting early this year. Full of bandits. His name is Chang Baoshi, and he is called "Chang Er". He is a veteran and is a special soldier. Murder, arson, **** and omnipotence. Earlier this year, his accomplices were slammed by the police, leaving him in a thrilling escape. It was just that the cricket was too cunning and daring, and escaped for months without being caught. It is said to have fled to Hunan.

Bo Jinyan said: "Butterfly killers have specialized in killing bandits in recent years. Compared with Chang Ge, other wanted criminals have been overshadowed. He will definitely choose him. This is a matter of pride for a top serial killer."

Others: "..." Only Jian Yao Zheng Jianjian said: "That makes sense."

For Mao's cold and evil serial killer, in these two mouths, have become alive? Also "overshadowed", "the pride of serial killers" ...

Bo Jinyan turned to Fang Qing: "Look at you next. Suspecting is the best thing your criminal police do."

Fang Qing didn't blink her eyes and answered, "Okay!"

——

This place in Hunan is beautiful and beautiful. Although it has the top landscape in the country, it also has the most fashionable entertainment spirit in the country. But how many years have passed, with the exception of a few large cities, the development of other small and medium cities has been stagnant and mediocre for decades. The people of Hunan are also the same, with a bit of savvy in simplicity, and a little dazed in savvy. However, there seems to be some restless sturdy factor flowing in the blood of Hunan people. Therefore, there are also many generals in this land of Hunan, and also the most insane serial killers and bandits in China, such as the Zhang Jun Army Corps.

Fang Qing went to Hunan for five days.

Originally, the Ministry of Public Security set up a chase brigade, and has been staring at Chang Ge and the trail, plus the addition of a new police force by the task force. Hundreds of troops have surrounded the southern mountains where Chang Ge is hiding. On the fifth night, Fang Qing called Bo Jinyan and said, "The fish is about to be caught, you can come over."

——

This is a quiet village, with more than twenty households, located in a basin between hills. Far from the city, the houses are withering and the land is scarce.

It was a very sunny day. The blue sky is cloudless, but the sun is high. But in the autumn mountains, it is not too hot and cool and quiet.

Fang Qing and other criminal police officers rushed to the front line of the siege circle. Jian Yao, Bo Jinyan and An Yan followed the other support forces and then came. An Yan always turned on the computer map, watching the changes in the surrounding terrain, weather, and even distant traffic. And Jian Yao always stayed with Bo Jinyan, staying with him.

Looking from a distance, there seems to be no movement in the village. Occasionally a villager walked by, but immediately a hand stretched out next to it, pulling the villager to a shelter. If you take a closer look, you will see many houses and fences surrounded by criminal police. Their goal was a gray and old low-end house in the farthest place.

Jian Yao and others were waiting outside.

Suddenly, the criminal police moved. One by one wearing plain clothes, but like cheetahs, all flung towards the house.

"He ran away from behind the house long ago!" Someone sang.

Interpol quickly surrounded.

Behind the house is the wood, and behind the wood is the mountain. Chang Baoshi undoubtedly chose the terrain he was most familiar with and fled into the mountains. The speed and sensitivity of the reaction may have been detected by the police as soon as they entered the village, and they fled.

"Catch up!" Bo Jinyan said. They and their team quickly followed.

This mountain is really hard to climb, the terrain is rough and there is no way. Bo Jinyan couldn't see with a cane. Although others had long legs and no fear of being forward, Jian Yao and him gradually fell to the end. Even An Yan couldn't bear the excitement in his heart and ran to the front.

Jian Yao didn't care, and Bo Jinyan didn't care. Only continue to follow the voice.

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Chang Baoshi ran under a cliff and looked back nervously. No one came for the time being. He leaned against the cliff, panting heavily. He looked like he was about forty or so, tall and sturdy, wearing inferior shirts and gray trousers common to local farmers, trousers pulled up, and mud full of feet. It really looks like a farmer. He was wearing a straw hat on his head, and his brim was deeply pressed so he could not see.

He rested for a while, and faintly heard footsteps catching up again, his mind was awkward, and he just turned to continue to escape. Suddenly, the cold sweat of his whole body had emerged.

A gun barrel.

A black pistol, protruding from the shadow by the rock face, was facing his forehead.