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Seeing her like this, Shen Yan also sighed softly, and tried to persuade her a few words.But Yang Qian didn't cry or scream, she didn't seem to hear any sound, she just kept shaking her head and whispering to herself, repeating the sentence: "I killed Tongtong because of me... My fault……"

In this case, no matter how powerful Shen Yan's words were, they could not touch her heart.

Perhaps few people can experience this kind of pain of bereavement. No matter how many theoretical reasons there are, when encountering such earth-shattering pain, they are actually vulnerable and useless.

Even Shen Yan, who has always been calm and rational, doesn't know what to say at this moment.

Analyzing her psychological state can only be a stab in her heart. The purpose of psychological counseling is to relieve the trauma of the victim, not to aggravate it.

In the large and empty questioning room, Yang Qian's low voice kept echoing until her voice was a little hoarse and her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, then she finally stopped.

Shen Yan handed over the water glass and said, "Drink some water."

Yang Qian took the water glass dumbly, and when she raised it to her lips, she suddenly raised her head and asked, "The forensic doctor said that Tongtong drowned, right?"

Shen Yan's chest was slightly suffocated, and he was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "The cause of death according to the preliminary test is drowning."

"Then before she left, she must have drank a lot of water. She usually doesn't like to drink water, and she would get fussed if she drank too much. How wronged she was after drinking so much..." Yang Qian stared at the water glass, tears suddenly fell Come down, "I have suffered so much, it's all because of my mother... Tongtong, do you hate your mother?"

Yang Qian squeezed the paper cup hard enough to change its shape, and the water was passed along the edge of the table to her skirt, but she didn't care to wipe it or hide it: "Tongtong, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's mom's fault. Mom... won't let those people go, mom will definitely... Tong Tong..."

Once the floodgates of tears were opened, the strong emotions were out of control. Yang Qian cried so much that she almost collapsed, she leaned on the back of the chair out of breath, her body was limp, but she was still clutching the paper cup tightly in her hand, refusing to cry. Let go, and kept chanting like a repeater: "Mom will avenge you, Tongtong...Mom will definitely, I will send those people to hell with my own hands!"

Shen Yan listened silently, occasionally a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to calm.When Yang Qian was silent, he helped her channel out her emotions, but now that she was finally willing to vent her emotions, it was useless for him to talk more, silence was best.

In fact, at school, he didn't have a deep impression of Yang Qian. He only knew that she was a teacher in the junior class in the same department. He had met her several times in the office, and he was considered an acquaintance.But no matter what Yang Qian said, she helped him and Zhan Feng once. No matter what position she stood on, Shen Yan hoped to help her.

At this time, the psychologist who had just left opened the door and walked in. Seeing Yang Qian crying, he seemed relieved, patted Shen Yan on the shoulder and whispered: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Shen Yan shook his head, it was inconvenient to ask Zhou Jinpeng's situation in the room, so he got up quietly and walked out of the room.Just a few steps out, they happened to run into Zhan Feng coming from around the corner, the two exchanged glances, and walked to the stairs at the same time.

Zhan Feng handed him a cigarette and asked, "How is the situation? Is it stable?"

"Her husband slapped her just now, and her whole body was irritated. The husband and wife are in a bad mood. It is useless to ask questions at this time." Shen Yan tilted his head and lit a cigarette, looked at the palm of his hand and sneered, "Go back to China Nothing else has improved, but the addiction to smoking has increased."

"It's close to Zhu Zhechi." Zhan Feng also twitched the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the inquiry room, "Are you familiar with this female teacher? Do you know if she has any enemies recently?"

Shen Yan shook his head: "I'm not very familiar, I'm afraid I have to go back to school to ask other people. But there is something very strange, Zhou Jinpeng accused her of causing Zhou Letong's death, and she broke down emotionally after that, and kept repeating one word."

Zhan Feng raised his eyebrows: "What word?"

"Those people." Shen Yan said slowly, with a handsome and gentle face matched with smoke, even the words in his mouth were stained with a bit of elegance and mystery, "She has been saying that she will not let 'those people' go, Said to send 'those people' to hell."

"So, do you think 'those people' mean that the criminals are gangs?" Zhan Feng pondered and said, "Judging from the clues left at the scene, there is a possibility of gangs committing crimes, but Yang Qian's mental state is extremely unstable now. Her words don't have much reference value."

Shen Yan nodded and said, "I think so too. It will be better to wait for the report from the forensic doctor. Now we can only wait."

"Well, it's useless to be anxious. By the way, you simulated a crime scene in the office just now. What did you simulate?" Zhan Feng asked casually, touching his arm with his arm. Quite weird."

Shen Yan's hand holding the cigarette paused, quickly concealed the momentary change of expression on his face, and replied lightly: "The simulated scene is relatively dark, which shocked me too. The murderer most likely found a The little girl is imprisoned in a closed environment. Because the voice of the child is very sharp, under the double torment of fear and pain, he will definitely call for help. The time of committing the crime is from the afternoon to midnight, which is a relatively quiet period of time, and it is easier to be caught People heard the movement."

Zhan Feng hummed, raised his hand and said, "Continue talking."

"The basement and warehouse can be prioritized for reference, and considering the distance from Zhou Letong's kindergarten to the reservoir, plus the time the murderer tortured her, the place where she is imprisoned should be in the middle of these two places, without deviation It's too far away. Moreover, judging from the confession, in the past month, the old lady next door would go to the hospital every three to five times, and Zhou Letong often went home by herself. The murderer had more than one chance to do it this time, but he chose this day, just like I know Zhou Letong’s birthday is the same.” Shen Yan flicked the cigarette butt, watching the smoke embers toss and turn, a ray of scarlet flames appeared, and then turned into a dull gray, “What if he intends to do it on this day on purpose? Because this day is a big day for the Zhou family, he will give them another meaning."

Zhan Feng looked at Shen Yan with slanted eyes, and his voice was low and gentle, with a bit of magnetism: "So, it is very likely that this is committed by an acquaintance, at least someone who has a certain understanding of the Zhou family."

"Yes, and—"

Before Shen Yan finished speaking, he saw Xiao Zhao running over from the other side panting, and when he saw them, he hurried forward and said in a low voice: "Da Li went to the school laboratory to check, what a fucking coincidence Oh, the drawing board of the mirror instrument that was lost is still in Brother Shen's laboratory!"