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Several people chatted about the case and sighed from time to time. Wang Tao thought for a while and then asked, "Captain Yan, Zhang Ke, I have something to ask."

"So many of us searched for a whole day but still couldn't identify the burial place, and you found it in two hours."

The others also fell silent upon hearing this and looked at Yan Junge and Zhang Yiyan.

Zhang Yiyan had no intention of hiding it, so he took out a compass from his pocket and said, "I know a little bit about it."

"???"

"Feng Shui Master?"

Zhang Yiyan smiled and said, "I'm not that powerful. I know a little bit."

"Wow~~~"

Yan Junge turned his head and looked at Zhang Yiyan with a smile. He originally thought he wouldn't say anything, but in the end, it was good not to hide it.

Several people came over excitedly and asked Zhang Yiyan to do the calculations for them. Before Zhang Yiyan could speak, Yan Junge had already held his chair and dragged the person towards him twice.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're almost done. You haven't recovered yet, so don't make a fuss here."

Huang Yong rolled his eyes, "Brother Yan brought the medicated oil yesterday, it was just for Zhang Ke."

"You have very poisonous eyes. I mean, your shoulder is injured. Don't work too hard. Don't move up." Yan Jung pulled the chair and dragged it.

Zhang Yiyan just smiled and nodded, glanced at Yan Junge, and wondered what his current behavior meant?

repay?

The few people dispersed and said some words of concern. Seeing that the food was almost eaten, Wang Tao added two more dishes.

While waiting for the food, Shen Ran suddenly said, "Although we solved the case, it was 13 years late. Is it still justice?"

It seemed that he had not thought about this problem. The box was very quiet for a while. Shen Ran was a little embarrassed and looked at Song Qing for help.

The latter thought for a moment, shook his head, and did not answer.

Le Sheng answered, "Have you ever heard a saying, justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

Song Qing looked at him and corrected, "Justice can neither be missing nor late."

But Chen Hao supported Le Sheng's opinion, "In this case, if there had not been a report letter, there might not have been justice that was delayed."

The others also began to think deeply, "But the final result is good. The murderer was caught and brought to justice, and the deceased can rest in peace."

Yan Junge took a sip of beer and looked at Zhang Yiyan, "Yiyan, what's your opinion?"

Others looked over, waiting for him to speak. Zhang Yiyan was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Justice will definitely be late, often absent, and only occasionally can it be served."

This sentence was obviously very negative and did not get their approval. However, Yan Junge nodded and said seriously,

"In Zhang Qingjun's case, his close friends and relatives were his murderers."

"People from the same village who have been together for more than ten years maintain the attitude of watching the show and watching the excitement."

"They are making calculations in their minds, discussing and speculating in the village. The rumors are almost close to the truth, but no one takes another step."

After a pause, he added, "His brothers and sisters didn't rush for him, even to make a phone call."

"If there hadn't been a report, Zhang Qingjun might have been buried in that mountain forest forever."

These words caused several other people to think deeply, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment.

Zhang Yiyan turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

Early the next morning, several people packed up and prepared to return. Yan Junge and Zhang Yiyan were in a car, Huang Yong and Le Sheng were in a car, and Chen Hao, Shen Ran and Song Qing were in a car. They expected to arrive in the city of A before noon.

Zhang Yiyan was still lying in the back seat, boredly playing mobile games. Yan Junge chatted with him all the time, "Yiyan, I see that you are meticulous all day long, but I didn't expect that you play a lot of games."

"Kill time."

"What game are you playing? Take me with you."

"Lianliankan."

",,,Good."

Yan Junge looked at the navigation and said, "You can get on the elevated highway after passing Shiyuan Village in front, and it's faster in the back."

Zhang Yiyan was about to respond when suddenly he smelled the smell of blood on the tip of his nose. He looked out the window towards the village and saw a surge of resentment.

"parking."

Yan Junge thought he was feeling unwell, so he immediately turned on the lights and pulled over, jumped out of the car, opened the back seat door, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

"Physical discomfort?"

As soon as the car door opened, the smell of blood became even stronger, irritating the nasal cavity. He sighed impatiently, "Yan Junge, the smell of blood is human blood."

Yan Junge reacted immediately and had no doubts about his ability, "You sensed the corpse? Just like last time?"

Nodding, Yan Junge's face suddenly became serious, "Let's go there."

"it is good."

Huang Yong saw them parked the car, got out of the car and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Yan? Did it break down?"

Chen Hao from behind also came down, and a few people quickly gathered around. Yan Junge solemnly said, "If there is an emergency, take the guy with you and follow."

The three of them didn't know why, they looked at each other and all looked at Zhang Yiyan.

Chen Hao's voice was trembling, "Yiyan, you discovered something, right?"

"Then we can work on the case with you?"

Yan Junge said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and follow."

"Order."

Under Zhang Yiyan's command, the car entered the main road of Shiyuan Village, then drove for a while and pulled over.

Yan Junge helped Zhang Yiyan get out of the car, with the two in front and the others behind. Except for Song Qing, who was expressionless, the other four people were faintly excited.

After walking dozens of meters, he arrived at a house with a large red iron gate. Zhang Yiyan suddenly covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back. His face instantly turned pale and his heart contracted violently.

Yan Junge, with quick eyes and quick hands, held his shoulders and half-hugged the man in his arms. At this time, Zhang Yiyan could no longer care about the smell of blood and covered his chest with all his strength.

Yan Junge suddenly thought of Zheng Enmin's words, "If you have a bad heart, you will get sick..."

Got sick,,,

This realization made Yan Junge a little panicked. He tried his best to calmly say, "In a word, are you feeling sick about your heart? Do you have any medicine?"

Others also gathered around. Yan Junge thought about what he said before not letting others get close, and hugged him tightly, "Don't get too close, he won't be able to breathe."

Huang Yong hurriedly pulled Chen Hao, Le Sheng stepped back, and Song Qing pulled Shen Ran back, but kept observing Zhang Yiyan's situation.

heart disease? ? ?

Zhang Yiyan closed his eyes hard. He was afraid that he would not be able to control his body and his pupils would appear and scare people.

He mobilized his mental strength to try his best to suppress the restlessness of the ghost energy in his body, "The smell of blood is too strong, stay away."

Yan Junge realized that he might not be able to smell any smell that was too pungent, and said softly, "I'll take you to the car."

"Yes." He responded softly, his eyes closed tightly, his forehead resting on his shoulder, and his whole body was lifted up.

He put the person in the back seat, took the mineral water on the side and took a careful sip, "Yiyan, drink some water. Does it feel better? Do you have any medicine in your bag?"

Zhang Yiyan raised his hands and grasped his shoulders. He should have taken out the black jade pendant to absorb the Yin Qi inside to temporarily increase his mental strength, but the Yin Qi was too heavy and was of no use to him.

He wanted Yan Junge to give him a breath of yang energy to see if it could suppress the ghost energy and improve his mental strength like last time.

After thinking about it, he gave up and just closed his eyes tightly, brushing his forehead against the tip of Yan Junge's nose, as if he smelled it.

He raised his chin slightly, touched his forehead lightly, and then quickly separated. Zhang Yiyan's voice was very soft and breathy, "Yan Junge, I'm dizzy, please let me lean on you for a while."

"Gudong."

The sound of swallowing saliva, damn, what a fool he is, this person is a man, a man, or his colleague, even if he is as beautiful as a fairy, he must be a gentleman, Liu Xiahui.

But he said, "Okay."