Fire trucks, police cars and ambulances followed, and the silent streets were filled with alternating sirens.

The fire spread quickly and the entire floor-to-ceiling window was engulfed in flames.

When the firefighter shouted whether there was anyone in the house, Sikongyan replied indifferently and didn't pay attention.

Nan Chen woke up on the way to the hospital. She was knocked unconscious and had a slight concussion.

The first thing that came into view when I opened my eyes was the white car roof.

Then there was a handsome man sitting next to him.

He is looking at her.

There are complex emotions hidden deep in the deep eyes.

Worry, heartache, or love.

Sikong Yan held one of her hands and said nothing.

After a few seconds of confusion, the memory began to recover. Nan Chen remembered everything that had happened before.

She felt dizzy, felt like there was something stuck in her throat, and felt like vomiting.

But she clearly knew that Qing Yan attacked her from behind.

Her hand was wrapped in the man's warm palm, which made her feel at ease, and she closed her eyes.

Fortunately, Nanchen was not burned, and the doctor said she would be back to normal after a few days of rest.

Sikong Yan stayed with her in the hospital all night. In the early morning of the next day, when the sun shone on the earth again, Nanchen suddenly sat up as if waking up from a dream. After feeling dizzy, she closed her eyes hard, opened them again, and turned her head.

Looking at Sikong Yan sitting on the side of the bed, the whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Where is she?" Nan Chen said coldly, word by word.

"They were taken away by the police." Sikong Yan replied calmly, "Lie down."

Nan Chen lifted up the quilt and said, "What the hell! I want to see her, and I want to ask her in person why this is happening!"

Sikong Yan stood up and stopped her actions. His tall figure blocked the sun and cast a shadow in front of Nan Chen.

"Why did she hit me? I was so good to her and treated her as a friend... What did she want to do when she knocked me out?"

"Burn you to death."

"What?"

Nan Chen half-opened his mouth in shock, raised his head and stared at Sikong Yan with wide eyes.

"I will take care of this matter, you lie down."

"Burn me to death? She wants to kill me!?"

Nan Chen was still staring at him for a moment, his big eyes almost bulging out of his sockets.

Sikong Yan put his arms around her head, let her lean against him, stroked her hair, and looked toward the soothing kitten, the light in his eyes frozen inch by inch.

Maybe he shouldn't call the police and simply let the woman and Nanchen's family be burned to the ground.

"No! I want to ask her for clarification." Nan Chen broke away from him and put on his clothes like crazy, "Even if we catch up to the execution ground, I want to ask for clarification!"

"Don't go, just lie down."

The man's cold voice fell above his head, a bit stern.

"Let me go!" Nan Chen pushed him hard, but she was extremely weak at this time, and Sikong Yan didn't move at that moment. She was so angry that she couldn't even breathe, "Do you think I can still lie down?"

Next? Why...I'm so angry, no, I'm not angry, I'm...I don't know."

Sikong Yan touched her hair again, but his emotions were not affected by her at all, and he said lightly:

"I'll make her disappear."

"Why, why...you want to kill her?"

"Death is never the most painful thing."

"Don't... you can't break the law. It's not worth it for her."

Nan Chen forced himself to calm down and deliberately committed murder.

These four words jumped before her eyes.

"She committed murder deliberately and I want to sue her."

"It's often useless to litigate this kind of case." Sikong Yan sat beside the bed, looked at her and said, "In a situation like hers, she can probably get a mental disorder appraisal."

"No! She was in a normal state of mind when she harmed me."

The corners of Sikong Yan's lips curled up, and he smiled as if he had seen through everything. "The results of the mental evaluation are very flexible. Instead of making a fuss about it, it's better to be more precise."

Nan Chen seemed to suddenly think of something, "How did you know she wanted to burn me to death? She lit a fire in my house?"

Sikong Yan nodded, "I don't know the extent of the fever yet. I'm waiting for a call from the police station." After a pause, he raised his hand to caress her cheek, "I will handle the follow-up matters. If you want to leave,

For judicial proceedings, I will find a lawyer. Now you tell me what you want to eat."

"I'll have a lantern." Nan Chen rolled his eyes, "Open the window and I'll drink some northwest wind."

Sikong Yan:...I can only look at her helplessly and indulgently.

In the end, he couldn't bear Nan Chen's insistence and promised her to let her talk to Qing Yan first.

This case is very flexible because of the lack of third-party witnesses. How to characterize it all depends on what Nan Chen says.

It is true that she was attacked, but if it is said that the two of them had a dispute and Qing Yan accidentally knocked her unconscious in a rush, it has nothing to do with murder. There can also be different theories about the cause of the fire.

.

As soon as the car arrived at the door of the city bureau, I saw the little target getting out of another car.

He directly opened the back door of Sikongyan, sat in, slammed the door, pulled down the open skirt of his suit, and went straight to the point, "That woman's father is here, Qing Xingzhi, have you heard of him? He's a jewelry dealer.

that."

"Never heard of it." Sikong Yan said indifferently.

"The business is quite big, and he also approached Deputy Director Zhang and said he wanted to keep it private. What do you mean?"

Sikong Yan looked at Nan Chen.

Wu Yi glanced at Nan Chen and saw that she didn't say anything, so he continued, "This matter can be big or small. If you want me to keep it private, it's fine. Chai Huo Niu and the girls on the left and right are not that good, so why not take the opportunity to give the old man a blow? Anyway, he

There is no shortage of this either.”

Nan Chen glanced at the little target in the rearview mirror, "Then where is she now?"

"They are in the interrogation room for cross-examination. They will probably be released at night." Wu Yi patted the back of Sikongyan's seat, "I heard that the woman refused to say a word and made the interrogator very angry."

"Then just wait here until she comes out." Nan Chen said firmly.

"Then you two just wait here, I'll leave." Wu Yi opened the door to get out of the car.

Sikong Yan said, "Are you busy?"

"No matter how busy you are, you can't just poke around here. I'm simply your personal secretary, bodyguard and driver now."

Sikong Yan smiled and said, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

“The rice-to-yield ratio is too low.”

"That piece of land in Dongcheng is your share."

Wu Yi withdrew his hand from pushing the car door.

Nan Chen curled his lips secretly, why should a philistine act so obviously?

Wu Yi was bored all afternoon, and later he simply lay down in the back seat and fell asleep. Sikongyan got out of the car and walked around twice, and Nan Chen followed suit, and the two smoked a few cigarettes.

As the sun sets in the west, the burning clouds on the horizon are like blood smeared on the sky. They are dazzlingly red, like a dying struggle in front of the tea tree.

Nanchen stared at the city bureau door through the car window.

At this time, three figures walked out from inside.

That silver hair is so dazzling.

Nanchen pushed open the car door and rushed over.

She ignored the other two people, rushed directly to Qing Yan, raised her hand and slapped her.

It was very loud. A snap broke the silence.

Qing Yan looked at her quietly without fighting back, not even raising his hand to touch his face.

On the pale left cheek, there were five red fingerprints.

Deputy Director Zhang and Qing Xingzhi were stunned.

Sikong Yan and Wu Yi, who were about to step forward, also stopped.

Time seems to have stood still.

In this huge world, only Nan Chen and Qing Yan looked at each other.
To be continued...