The motorcycle parked steadily at the police station door.

The foyer of this building is two stories high, and the main entrance is enough to allow a group of Indian elephants to enter and exit, and it is very majestic.

Jiang Yimian jumped out of the car very flexibly, took off his helmet and returned it to Feng Beiting.

This time she did not thank her, but smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"polite."

"Then I'll go in first, beg you." Jiang Yimian waved his hand and left, and the small colorful balls on his cuffs were slamming around, as lively as his master.

"Um."

Feng Beiting didn't take off his helmet. As soon as he was about to leave, he heard Jiang Yimian's smile sound again, but he was not what he said to him.

"Dr. Colby, it's so early!"

Dr. Colby nodded slightly, without saying a word, just like when they first met.

Yu Guang glanced at Feng Beiting riding on a motorcycle under the steps. He did not immediately withdraw his gaze. He took a few more glances, but it only took a few seconds.

It seemed as if the other party was just something in his sight and could not arouse any interest from him.

Detecting Dr. Colby's gaze, Feng Beiting turned his head slightly, his amber-like eyes covered with frost.

The shirt on the man on the steps is white and hard, and just looking at it makes people feel clean.

Feng Beiting's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were a little complicated.

He quickly withdrew his gaze before Jiang Yimian noticed something strange and rode his motorcycle away.

Miss Jiang looked at Feng Beiting's back riding a bicycle through the glass door at the entrance, and some inexplicable thoughts spread out from the bottom of her heart.

Did Dr. Colby just glance at him?

still……

Did she read it wrong?

When he walked into the police station building with Colby, Jiang Yimian heard a trembling crying sound.

A blonde woman was talking to two policemen excitedly. She was sitting next to her. Her face was tight, like a lead-gray mask, with deep eye sockets and empty eyes.

Compared to a woman's crazy state, he is much quieter.

His body seemed to be nailed to a chair, like a wood carving, and even the pair of eyelids that were half covered on the turbid iris did not move.

In the noisy hall, he was undoubtedly as eye-catching as the tarantula on the white cake.

Jiang Yimian recognized him.

It's Ashley's father, Gavin.

Then there is no doubt that the noisy woman next to him is his wife.

Jiang Yimian noticed that gauze was pressed on her face and the wound was still bleeding.

"What happened?" she asked the police officer next to her in a low voice.

"That crazy woman was nearly killed by her daughter last night!"

fortunately--

Last night, Colby and Liang Qiu contacted the police officers in time after they called. They rushed to Gavin's house and found Mrs. Gavin in a coma. A wound was cut on her face with a sharp weapon. However, no murderer was found at the scene. According to Mrs. Gavin's recollection, she was the only one in the family at that time. She fainted after drinking the water given by the other party.

The police found the remaining unused ether under the bed in Ashley's bedroom, and a notebook. The first half was a diary and the second half was a murder plan.

After Ashley escaped last night, his whereabouts are still unknown.

"Catch her back! You must catch her back as soon as possible, she is a madman!" Mrs. Gavin was still crazy, and for a moment her face seemed to be blown into pieces, becoming a combination of facial features, neither shape nor control.

She didn't even want to mention Ashley's name. From beginning to end, Jiang Yimian didn't see any sad expression on her face as a mother.

Not a single trace of it.

"She is not my daughter, I don't have such a murderer's daughter!"

"Enough..."

Gavin's pale lips moved up and down, just a pure murmur, and Jiang Yimian didn't hear anything clearly.

He suddenly stood up and slowly moved his body, as if he was under tremendous pressure and pain.

He moved tiredly between the grids like a fly with broken wings, like a person who suddenly aging and disillusioned.

Jiang Yimian looked at it and felt a little confused.

To be fair, she felt uncomfortable when she saw that scene, but she was not as uncomfortable as she thought. She felt the same as those office workers who received a fixed salary.

At some point, she seemed to vaguely understand Ashley's mental state.

One is a mother who abandoned her since childhood and never gave her a trace of maternal love, and the other is a father who pulled her with one hand. For the sake of her father who has not remarried for a long time, the reunion of these two people undoubtedly pushed her to a dead end.

Of course, these just seem on the surface, but perhaps in-depth research, there are more contradictions in their family getting along. For example, Jiang Yimian found that the skirt on Mrs. Gavin was the latest model from a well-known brand, which was obviously not something that their family could afford.

She could see these things in a hurry. Ashley was under the same roof with them all day long, and learned more about nature.

She felt sorry for her father and didn't want him to waste his time and energy on a woman who didn't love him at all.

For Gavin, she is attached, although that relationship is a bit morbid.

And she undoubtedly disgusted her mother.

The anger of slow simmering on low heat and the anger that had nowhere to vent gradually formed a lot of hatred.

It's just the law...

If you step out, you can only go one way to the dark.

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The next arrest operation was the criminal police responsible. Jiang Yimian, the forensic doctor who came to learn and communicate, no longer had to get involved. She was also happy and wanted to go home to read the novel as soon as possible.

However, when she passed by a shopping mall, she suddenly remembered that she had not paid back the clothes she owed Feng Beiting, so she decisively turned her heel and walked in.

On non-holidays, there are not many people in the mall.

While I feel lonely psychologically, I can't stand the invasion of air conditioners physically.

Jiang Yimian was wearing a pair of jeans today, with three-quarters of her legs exposed. She was worried that she would blow out the old cold legs, so she chose to fight quickly and entered the men's clothing store closest to her.

She was not sure about Feng Beiting's size, so she could only try her best to describe to the clerk, "A height of about 185, weight of about 70kg, waist circumference..."

Miss Jiang tried hard to recall the scene when she just sat on a motorcycle and hugged her waist, and tried to circle her arms.

After thrusting, she signaled the clerk to look at her and try to circle it out, "It's probably so thick."

“…Okay.”

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ps: The day before yesterday, yesterday was 89, today was 80O(∩_∩)O Haha~ I don’t know if I will continue to move forward tomorrow, you like and support the boots, Daqi will continue to work hard~
Chapter completed!