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Soft touch, sweet smell...

Yan Ji raised the corners of his mouth, but his consciousness gradually became dull, and his head fell into Yan Deng's arms.Yan Deng embraced her and looked around. When the wind blew up, the container was already a sea of ​​flames.

A huge monster stood in the corner, and the horned monster stared blankly at the two of them, its eyes were chaotic and receded, its cruelty disappeared, and it was full of bewildered panic.

Yan Deng examined it for a few seconds, then waved to it: "Come here."

The horned monster seemed to be able to understand people's words. It pushed aside the burning Hum branches, and tried to approach Yan Deng cautiously, but suddenly shrank back.

Yan Deng heard footsteps above and looked up.

Ying Zhao stood at the entrance of the cave and was looking down. Seeing this, he quickly picked up the electric wires on the ground, quickly wove a knee hanging knot and threw it down: "Wrap it over your legs and stick it around your waist."

The goat-horned monster watched silently for a while, then suddenly stepped forward to hug Yan Ji's legs and lifted them up.It was two meters high, and it was only one meter away from the entrance of the cave when Yan Ji was lifted. Ying Zhao dragged him up with almost no effort.

Yan Ji woke up and was already in the hospital.

It's like experiencing a long and real dream, waking up with a trance that can't be distinguished from reality to illusion.Yan Ji tilted his head to look to the side, there was a warm white night light on the bedside table, and Yan Deng on the bed next door sat up.

"You slept for two days."

"Is your arm all right?"

Yan Deng lifted the quilt, put a cast on his shoulder and wrapped it in a bandage.She walked to Yan Ji's bedside, leaned over and touched her face: "Nurse?"

Yan Ji blinked, remembering that Yan Deng had kissed him, he quickly raised his arms to cover his eyes, and couldn't help a big smile from the corner of his mouth.After laughing for a while, she moved her arms to support her body, got up, and ran into the bathroom.

Yan Ji walked out of the bathroom and saw Yan Deng sitting beside his bed, studying with some snacks in his hand.

Yan Ji approached quietly, and whispered, "Deng Deng."

Yan Deng raised his head.

Yan Ji premeditatedly leaned over to stick it, the water was slightly cool, his lips were soft, with the warmth of a smile and nervousness, like jelly falling into lemon bubble water.

Bubbles explode on the tip of the tongue, crispy and numb, making people slightly addicted, wanting to continue, wanting more...

Yan Ji's hand touched the bandage on Yan Deng's shoulder, and he was startled suddenly: "I touched it? Did it hurt you? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Yan Deng picked up the snacks scattered on the quilt, got up and walked away.

Yan Ji nervously asked: "Yan Deng?"

Yan Deng walked back to his hospital bed: "You eat."

Yan Ji unwrapped a towel cake roll, laughed while eating, and stared at Yan Deng.

Yan Deng picked up the book beside the bed, Yan Ji glanced at the title of the book, and struck up a conversation: ""Avesta"?"

"Well, the oldest document in Persia, the Zoroastrian Bible." Yan Deng flipped the pages of the book with one hand and stated calmly, "All the manuscripts we have seen come from this book."

Yan Ji walked over: "I thought Deaver made it up..."

Footsteps came from outside the door, Yan Ji subconsciously fell on his back, pulled up the quilt and lay down.The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the door for a while, and then gradually faded away. Yan Ji let out a long sigh of relief, and sat up under the quilt.

"Scared me to death." She took a bite of the cake roll, and complained to Yan Deng in a very low voice, "I thought the housekeeper auntie was here."

Yan Deng moved to the side of the bed, and Yan Ji leaned against a pillow.The hospital bed was very small, and the two inevitably had their arms against each other.

Yan Deng glanced at her.

Yan Ji took a bite of the cake, leaned into Yan Deng's ear and asked, "What is written here?"

Influenced by her, Yan Deng's voice was also very low: ""Avesta" is similar to the "Bible". It is basically religious myths, sacrificial rituals, and quotations from Zoroastrian. The Stoic word 'Hav' means 'to squeeze out', and the word can represent both the plant Hum, the drink squeezed from Hum, and the god Hum."

Yan Ji suddenly realized: "The one who copied the scriptures and told Zoroaster that he could get a powerful son by squeezing Humu juice? Oh, God. It sounds like a magic stick."

Yan Deng complained expressionlessly: "Yes, according to the "Avesta", the history of ancient Persia is a history of squeezing juice."

Yan Ji laughed, and swallowed the last bite of the cake: "But Zoroya...is still called Zoroastrianism, isn't Zoroastrianism quite like Christianity, just one main god?"

"There are a lot of inconsistencies in "Avesta." Yan Deng turned to the fourteenth chapter and pointed it out to Yan Ji, "For a long time, Grahma and the Kawis, in order to bully Zoroaster, They are insane and do all kinds of evil. They force other followers to slaughter livestock and sacrifice their blood in order to get the help of Hum, who removes death."

Yan Ji picked up the teacup on the cabinet: "It sounds like this Humu god is dissociated among various forces, and he is not the exclusive god of Zoroastrianism. He will work for whoever sacrifices to him."

Yan Deng nodded: "It is mentioned in the book that the god Humu is sometimes in the sky and sometimes on the ground. When I fought against it, I felt that the space was reversed and the time was disordered. Combining the appearance of acid and birds, I guessed that Humu It has the ability to tear time and space. It may be more accurate to change it into a religious saying, the god Hum holds the authority of part of the space-time gap."

Yan Ji frowned subconsciously when he heard the word authority, "It's getting more and more evil."

Yan Deng comforted: "It's okay, all the Humu branches have been burned, and the abnormality has disappeared."

Yan Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. With so much evidence, it's enough for Deaver to be shot seven or eight times. Once he dies, Wang Xiaoping's pawns must not understand this method of summoning evil spirits."

The more Yan Ji thought about it, the more worried he became: "Is there really a god in the world?"

Yan Deng was very plain: "Those in power are gods, they kill and seize."

"You're right, money ability, authority." Yan Ji smiled helplessly, then sighed.Her family is orphaned and widowed, and her family is poor and earns a living in the vegetable market. She has been bullied all these years.

Yan Deng leaned his head on her shoulder and whispered: "Let's find a place to hide, and no one will find us. Go to the mountains and build a small house, use bamboo to make a fence, pave the road with stones, and plant fruit trees in the yard. strawberry."

Yan Ji nodded: "Okay, I want a big French window, I open my eyes in the morning and lie on the bed to watch the mountain fog gradually dissipate, get up to cook hot rice, roast potatoes in the hearth, carry the easel on my back and take the dog to sketch in the woods, Pick up a basket of mushrooms, and after eating, the little people dance in front of you, and then tell the dog the story of us fighting little monsters a long time ago."

The two talked and laughed in low voices, outlined the appearance of their dream home, and gradually fell asleep by cuddling.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

There was a light and rhythmic knock on the door, followed by Ying Zhao's yawning voice with a smile: "Girls, chatting time is over."

Yan Ji tied up his hair, looked down at the button of the hospital gown, and opened the door: "Director Ying, why are you here so late? Brother Yang?"

Yang Shuhui's sleepy eyes were dim, and when he heard Yan Ji calling himself, he shuddered suddenly: "Ah? Old Wu saw that you woke up, and informed the director... Hey, old Wu, oh oh, old Wu has just changed shifts and returned. Let's talk, I'll watch the door."

Ying Zhao was wearing a crumpled police uniform, with glossy lipstick on her lips.She walked into the room and took out a piece of tissue paper, put it to her lips and licked it: "On the way home from get off work, I happened to come and see you."

Yan Ji glanced at the dark sky outside, moved a chair for Ying, and went to get water and bread.

Ying Zhao sat down: "Don't be busy, I ate supper in the bureau."

Yan Ji sat beside Yan Deng's bed, Yan Deng took the water and bread from Yan Ji's hand, the two looked at Ying Zhao, waiting for her next words.

Ying Zhao took out a flat and round device from her pocket, turned on the switch and squeezed it in her hand: "Signal jammer." She paused, and then said, "I came here to collude with you."

Yan Deng's face darkened.

Before Yan Ji could think deeply, he was shocked by Ying Zhao's next words.

Ying Zhao said calmly: "In the basement of the container you found, the fingerprints of Staro Dian Sara were extracted. Yan Ji, do you remember him? The Persian man in Huangkeng Dog Farm. There are remnants of his fingerprints and DNA, and only his."

Yan Ji said angrily: "How is it possible? Impossible. He must be Deaver's scapegoat."

You should press your temples, and the bright lipstick can't hide your fatigue: "Yes, the perfect scapegoat. Staro Sara is now being detained for review for illegal sex and sexual assault of minors. There is no more charge of drug production strangeness."

Yan Ji was a little depressed: "Making drugs? Are you going to classify that underground laboratory as a drug factory?"

"It's not our identification, but we found a cave on the ridge. In the cave, there are 3000 grams of opium oil, 20000 grams of opium, 10000 grams of poppy shells, and 100 sticks of dihydroetorphine hydrochloride." Ying Zhao chuckled , "Oh, it's stuck with the death penalty."

Yan Ji frowned suddenly, and exchanged glances with Yan Deng, both of them realized at the same time: Differ raised Staro as a scapegoat, and might even deliberately induce and condone him to commit crimes, so as to aggravate Staro's suspicion.

However, placing drugs in the cave on the ridge to cover up the existence of Hum, to dig out Deaver's cunning and suspicious character, and to pick out his superfluous or misguided operations that are trying to cover up, seems a bit strange.

Ying Zhao put the shielding device in his hand on the armrest, and sighed: "It's all here, let's talk about it together."

Yan Ji looked at Yan Deng and asked her opinion.

Yan Deng tore the bread and ate it in small bites: "The taste is not bad."

"You are young." Ying Zhao smiled and stood up, "Don't hold night talks, keep your spirits up. The special case team will interrogate you tomorrow."

Yan Ji sent Ying Zhao off, and greeted Yang Shuhui outside the door.She closed the door and walked back to the bed, bent over to Yan Deng's ear, and pressed her heart and said, "Director Ying can believe it."

Yan Deng raised his hand, stroked her lips lightly with his fingertips, and said in a soft voice, "I often think that I can kill her by raising my hand, so why bother talking nonsense to her. Not only her, but also many, many people How many people will choose to negotiate with ants climbing on candy?"

Yan Ji hurriedly bent down and hugged her: "I'm here."

Yan Deng wrapped his arms around Yan Ji's neck and touched her lips: "Yan Ji, the fence in the mountain is not to separate the noise, but to confine us."

In an instant, Yan Ji felt cold all over his body, only where Yan Deng touched her was warm, she hugged Yan Deng tightly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will never spy on other people's emotions again."

Yingzhao walked to the elevator room, looked at the beating numbers, she realized her mistake, she should not use skills and methods.Yan Ji and Yan Deng are not those politicians, businessmen, or pimps who are full of dirty business and want to get a share of everything.

In this case, silence means—the situation is very serious, and the danger is unpredictable.

Ying Zhao turned around and turned back, her footsteps paused slightly due to the notification tone of the mobile phone, and the missed call notification caused by the jammer made her look fixed, and she dialed it without hesitation.

Yan Ji and Yan Deng said peace to each other, and the familiar footsteps sounded outside the door, much faster than when they came.Yan Ji didn't have time to tie up his hair, and immediately ran to open the door: "Mr. Ying."

Ying Zhao followed the phone call and strode into the room with a stern face and a strangely ambiguous tone: "Ju Liu is really sorry, it's so late, En En, I'm not sleepy, I'm not going to sleep tonight and I have to wait for your call from Bureau Liu. "

After hanging up the phone, Ying Zhao took out a photo from his briefcase and handed it to Yan Ji as if nothing had happened.

Yan Ji had seen this photo before: a key pendant in the evidence bag, the buckle was broken and soiled.The shape of the key pendant is a flying eagle with its wings spread out horizontally. There is a circle on the back of the flying eagle, and a god with a tall hat and long beard stands inside.The god replaces the head and neck of the flying eagle, stands on the left side of the face, and holds a ring in one hand.

Yan Ji took the photo: "Faravaha."

It was this Faravaha key pendant containing Difer's fingerprints found at the scene of Qian Hong's death that prompted Mr. Di, a successful foreign businessman who is an expert in Persian history, to come into the field of vision and reveal his true identity as Difer. Yasni, and triggered various events.

"That key chain was produced by a handicraft factory in Zhejiang, and all of them were exported to the United States. There were more than a dozen samples left in the factory, and five were sold online, and the delivery address was not in this city." Ying Zhao spoke very quickly, "I invite you A friend investigated, and one of them was sent to an oil drilling site."

Yan Ji's expression changed, and he said in disbelief, "Bao, Fajun?"

Ying Zhao nodded, and just about to speak, the phone rang suddenly, and Yan Ji heard a middle-aged man's hoarse and panicked cry from the phone receiver: "Dead! He's dead! Why did he die in my detention center?" ? This time! This time!"

Ying Zhao's face was extremely calm, and his tone was even consoling: "You go now, everything follows the procedure. Immediately notify the martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave, remember, anyone. Work, it is inevitable to make mistakes. If you run away, the suspect will say I don't know, is there something wrong with your party spirit, Bureau Liu..."

During Yingzhao's phone call, Yan Ji and Yan Deng had already changed their clothes. Seeing that Yingzhao hung up the phone, he asked directly, "Diver is also in the detention center?"

Ying Zhao replied, "Let's go."