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Yan Ji had a considerate smile on his face, and Yan Deng didn't speak any more.Not only that, but also follow the old saying that you don't talk when you eat dinner.Yan Ji originally wanted to chat with her, but was stared at in disgust.

After finally waiting for Yan Deng to put down the bowl and chopsticks, Yan Ji took out a wet towel and handed it over: "When will I be discharged from the hospital?" She was going to be discharged on the day she woke up, but was blocked by Yan Deng who said she would not return the money.

Yan Deng wiped the corner of his mouth lightly: "Why worry about this, don't you still have a date?"

Yan Ji was startled when he heard the words, and noticed something unusual in Yan Deng's plain tone.Girls are inherently delicate, not to mention that Yan Ji can always feel other people's emotions inadvertently, so it is inevitable that he will think more.But she didn't dare to think about it, and replied in a relaxed tone: "It's not a date, it's work, it's a night shift."

Yan Deng was silent for a while: "I will be very busy recently."

Yan Ji followed suit, "You've been very busy these few days."

She intended to chat, but Yan Deng didn't answer, and the small living room was instantly silent.Yan Ji was most afraid of embarrassment, so he stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower, I'll have a mission with Director Ying later, the smell of sweat is too incompatible..."

Yan Deng: "It's long-winded."

Yan Ji pursed his lips, turned and left the small restaurant.This VIP suite has a layout of two halls, one bedroom and one bathroom, with a living room, a small dining room, a ward bedroom, and a bathroom.

Yan Ji heard noises outside after taking a shower, opened the bathroom door and saw Yan Deng walking into the bedroom.Since she was hospitalized, Yan Deng would come over for dinner half the time. After dinner, the two of them would watch TV in the living room. The driver came to pick Yan Deng back to Youtang Hotel on time at nine o'clock.

Yan Ji thought that Yan Deng was going to leave early today, so he said carefully, "I'm going out at 07:30, and it's probably nine or ten o'clock. Do you want to go back first, or wait for me to come back?"

Yan Deng went straight into the bathroom: "Leave in a while."

Disappointed, Yan Ji stepped out of the bathroom and turned to close the door.After washing his hands, Yan Deng saw her standing by the bedroom window, not knowing what to think, and immediately frowned: "Draw the curtains and apply the medicine."

"okay."

Yan Ji closed the curtains and was about to lie down on the bed, but Yan Deng was already behind him.She was too close, Yan Ji could feel it without turning his head, and felt a little nervous in his heart.

"Would you like to go..." Yan Ji almost bit his tongue and swallowed the word "bed" abruptly, "Is it right here? Can you paint it?"

"En." Yan Deng found that it was a new bottle of ointment, turned the bottle and explained carefully.

The root of Yan Ji's tongue was dry, and he was afraid that he would look strange if he was too reserved, so he raised his hand and stiffly unbuttoned, one, two, three.Yan Ji opened the neckline and pushed the clothes under the shoulder blades: "Is this okay?"

Yan Deng raised his head, and there was a piece of bare fair skin in his sight.Yan Ji's hair hadn't had time to dry yet, it was tied wet, and the water droplets slid down the neck and the hollow of the spine, leaving faint traces of water.

Yan Ji didn't wait for an answer, he hesitated and carefully turned his head to look back, but he heard Yan Deng say: "Go further."

For some reason, Yan Ji could hear some tension from her indifferent tone.This idea flashed by, Yan Ji had to face her own problem, she hesitated for a while, and slowly unbuttoned the last two buttons.

Two sleeves hung on the arms, the clothes fell to the waist, Yan Ji's tense back was tense, and the outline of the two shoulder blades seemed to be a butterfly about to fly on his back.

Yan Deng's eyes welled up with thick ink, full of unspeakable longing.

Yan Deng was dizzy for a moment, she wanted to go up half a step, leaned over to touch it, smell it, touch it, whether it was still the breath of sunshine when she was young, the hot blood rushing under the soft muscles, is the world she was obsessed with temperature.

The air conditioner must have broken down, and Yan Ji felt a bit unbearable in the heat, but fortunately, the coolness of applying the ointment soon came from behind.However, the disappointment rising from the bottom of his heart made Yan Ji extremely embarrassed, and wanted to pull up his clothes and run away from the door in shame and indignation.

The muscles on Yan Ji's back trembled unconsciously, causing Yan Deng to reprimand him coldly.

"Don't move around." Yan Deng's voice was always low and ethereal, but this time it was a bit dry and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some raging and crazy emotions, the swaying and stubborn voice made his ears itchy.

Yan Ji's coccyx was crispy, and he felt embarrassed and ashamed, it was worth curling up and stabbing his fingers into his palm.

The wound on Yan Ji's back had scabbed and fallen off, leaving light red scars everywhere. Yan Deng was not sure whether the ointment for removing scars on his hands would affect the normal skin, so he applied it carefully.

Yan Ji was a little impatient, and couldn't help urging in a low voice: "How much longer?"

Holding a cotton swab in his hand, Yan Deng wiped off the drops of water that had slid down the back of Yan Ji's neck with the back of his hand, and whispered in her ear, "Don't act like a baby."

Yan Ji's cheeks were burning red, and his head was as dizzy as grout, his lips and tongue murmured for a while without saying a word, only feeling the cotton swab like Yan Deng's cool fingertips, gently and slowly brushing her shoulder blades and ribs , gradually descending... Yan Ji panicked, and grabbed Yan Deng's wrist with his backhand.

Yan Deng lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.

Countless words flashed through Yan Ji's mind, none of them were suitable, either blunt or especially blunt.I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, maybe it was just a snap of the fingers, Yan Ji's heart suddenly touched, and he woke up like a god, and said slowly: "I have abdominal muscles."

Yan Deng's ears felt hot.

"Do you want to touch it?"

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Director Ying arrived at the downstairs of the hospital at a quarter past seven. He wanted to go up for a walk, but Yan Ji was crouching next to him, so there might be unexpected gains.Unexpectedly, Yan Ji came down early.

Ying Zhao saw that she was walking briskly, she seemed to have recovered from her injury, and was about to shake the window to greet her, but saw Yan Ji looking up at the upstairs, not knowing which window she was looking at.

Ying Zhao followed Yan Ji's gaze and looked upstairs.The weather is sweltering today, and none of the brightly lit rooms in the entire building has a window open.Ying Zhao glanced back and looked away, beckoning Yan Ji to get in the car.

Yan Ji obediently got into the co-pilot and put on his seat belt.

Ying turned the steering wheel accordingly: "These new clothes are nice."

Yan Ji smiled reservedly: "It was a gift from someone else."

Ying Zhao: "Boss Yan?"

Yan Ji: "Yes."

Ying Zhao smiled and understood, the clothes are all first-tier brands, how could Yan Ji have the spare money to buy luxury goods.It's just that Yan Ji's tone was a little smug, not like her character at all.

Ying Zhao smiled and said nothing, and began to introduce today's target person, Mr. Di.Just as Yan Ji guessed, Ying Zhao focused on this kidnapping case: "Your classmate Wang Xiaoping and Han Haoying are seriously injured and are still in the hospital. The white motorcycle has no license plate, and the truck is rented. The boss is the one we want. I'm going to see Mr. Di."

Yan Ji exclaimed: "Such a coincidence?"

Ying Zhao smiled: "Yeah, Iranian, the owner of the truck involved in the case, an expert on ancient Persian history, is very cautious. Oh, and a devout religious person."

Yan Ji didn't expect to find the Zoroastrians in this city so quickly, and he couldn't help but sigh that technology has changed the world: "There are only a few followers of Zoroastrianism. Since the murderer is not Mr. Di, we must be able to follow him."

Ying took a look at Yan Ji, and said lazily, "He is Mu/S/Lin."

Yan Ji's mood is hard to express at this moment. The Arab Muslim/Slam/Lin empire conquered ancient Persia, Islam/Lan/religion replaced Zoroastrianism, and the invaders became the new masters of the land. , which is perfectly normal.

At [-]:[-], the two drove into Xingwei Garden.This is a residential area of ​​villas in the suburbs, each family has a separate courtyard with a garden, quiet and secluded.

Mr. Di has already opened the courtyard door to welcome the two of them.

Yan Ji observed him through the car window, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a muscular figure and a typical Arab appearance.There is no turban, and the beard is neat and tidy. He is about the same age as Jing Xing, but his temperament is completely different.

Ying Zhao parked the car and walked into the yard: "Mr. Di, hello."

Mr. Di is fluent in Chinese, even with a local accent: "Hello, welcome to the two police ladies."

Ying Zhao handed over the gift box: "It's not official hours, it's just a private visit."

Mr. Di took the gift box: "You are too polite, please come in."

Yan Ji stood aside obediently and listened to the two people's courtesies, carefully surveying the surrounding environment: the garden was well-tended, the branches and leaves were in order, and the lawn was even.Not only the corners of the house, but even the walls are equipped with monitoring and alarms.

Mr. Di invited the two of them into the house, passed through the hall, and entered the small drawing room on the left.

When the guest of honor was seated, Ying Zhao took a picture of Faravahar and handed it to Mr. Di.

According to what he said on the phone before, Mr. Di was not surprised.Compared with what Yan Ji found on the Internet before, Mr. Di's explanation is more detailed: "... There is a saying that the wings of the giant eagle spread out horizontally, and the three layers of feathers represent good words, good deeds, and good hearts. The ring is a magic weapon and also a glory."

Ying Zhao put his legs together and slanted to one side, leaned forward slightly, and listened intently: "Mr. Di, what does this symbol, Faravaha, specifically represent? God, or religion itself?"

Mr. Di calmly replied: "The four main theories are the supreme god Ahura Mazda, the guardian angel Flavaki, the Wheel of Light itself, and the glory of the ancient Persian royal family. In addition, there is another interesting theory, Faravahar is what the human soul looks like."

Yan Ji is a glorious heir to the proletariat, and has always kept all religions at arm's length.Compared with what Farawaha represents, she is more curious about how this almost extinct religion, which has been declining for thousands of years, suddenly emerged in the local area?Is Wang Xiaoping's godlike chanting their preaching words?Why did they kidnap themselves?

Mr. Di did not solve the problem in Yan Ji's heart, but instead made the matter go further and further down the road of cult.

"It's impossible. Zoroastrianism implements a caste system and blood lineage theory. Even if you are of Persian descent, your parents must also be Zoroastrians to join the religion. They don't preach to outsiders." Mr. Di After a pause, he said in a normal tone, "So they are popular with close relatives. Cyrus the Great married his grandfather's daughter, and his son Cambyses II married his two sisters. Darius married Cambyses II. The two queens of Bysis II, and his son married his two daughters."

Yan Ji just shocked the relationship between people in the vegetable market two days ago, and now he has to sigh with emotion when he hears that, he deserves to be the royal family, and it is not comparable to a mere vegetable market.

But this is an ancient thing.

It is inappropriate to talk about the past to discuss the present, and to discuss the past with the present.

Seeing that Mr. Di knew so much about the history of ancient Persia, Ying took out a blank piece of paper: "Please take a look, Mr. Di, what does this mean?"

Yan Ji glanced at it, and on the white paper was the texture of the braided rope of Dianjin Pharmaceutical's access control card——AM7ㄑ.Remove the kite-like logo, these characters look even more inexplicable.

Mr. Di took the paper, thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't understand cryptography, so I can't help the police officer."

Ying Zhao showed a little disappointment on his face, and nodded: "Thank you very much, Mr. Di, if you find anything, you can contact me at any time."

Mr. Di took back the paper he handed out: "I will try my best, or some of my friends will know this number."

Ying Zhao pondered for a moment, then asked hesitantly: "Mr. Di, do you know such a person? He is not of Chinese nationality. He is between 50 and [-] years old. He believes in Zoroastrianism, or has a longing for Zoroastrianism. He is in good health and has a quiet and stable personality. , but some parties will seek excitement.”

Yan Ji was very pleasantly surprised, crime test?This is Director Ying's portrait of the murderer behind the kidnapping based on current clues, which sounds very specific and obvious.

Mr. Di was obviously taken aback, but he quickly covered it up by lowering his head and thinking: "Well, it seems that I don't know each other. I usually contact too many people, and I rarely pay attention to everyone."

"Understood, but please pay more attention."

Ying Zhao thanked Mr. Di, and got up with Yan Ji to say goodbye.

Mr. Di sent the two of them outside the gate and watched them walk out of the courtyard before returning home.

Ying Zhao turned her head to see the door of the Iron Art Academy slowly closing behind her, and said with emotion: "It's good to have money."

Yan Ji was taken aback, stopped and said with a smile: "Yes, but the house here is at least tens of millions. You can't make up the money even if you want to embezzle the boss."

Ying Zhao said angrily, "You know how to bury me. I took you to the police to learn, did you gain anything?"

Yan Ji thought about it carefully: "This case involves religion, and the scope is not large. This Mr. Di is a bit suspicious, but he doesn't believe in Zoroastrianism, so there is no motive for committing the crime. However, I hesitated after seeing him. The suspect you described in the test."

"That's right, there's progress. Tomorrow, arrange for someone to investigate his interpersonal relationships." Ying Zhao opened the car door and greeted Yan Ji, "Let's go, get off work."

In the study room of the villa, Mr. Di was sitting on a wide chair, with his hands crossed and his chin resting.In front of him is a row of monitoring screens, and the conversation between Ying Zhao and Yan Ji came out of the speaker verbatim.