The atmosphere in the small space in the car seemed to be frozen, Yan Jifeng sat upright as usual and swiped his phone lightly, but the driver glanced back quietly, and the cold hair stood up uncontrollably.

Yan Jifeng casually scrolls down the comments on the Internet, all of which are boring and malicious speculations. Ever since he came back, he has never stopped scolding him. He has never cared about these, and it is all handled by the PR department, but today he is more and more concerned. Flip over and squeeze the phone tighter.

[National husband Yan Jifeng is not only gay, but also related to the nursing home case! The house collapsed too badly! 】

[And the policeman surnamed Jiang actually colluded with him three years ago. 】

【What happened 3 years ago? Has anyone said anything? 】

【You do not know? Three years ago, when Yan Jifeng returned from abroad, he reported to the police that his father had been poisoned by his father's mistress and illegitimate child. In the end, his mistress and illegitimate child were imprisoned, and his father was admitted to a sanatorium, and he took control of the Yan family.

[What does this have to do with the policeman surnamed Jiang? 】

【Is this not obvious? Jiang was involved in the case at that time, and he was involved with Yan Jifeng at that time. 】

[That is to say, it is not necessarily the mistress and the illegitimate child who poisoned him. Jiang Mou took advantage of his position to fake it, and let people take the blame? 】

【horrible! Sure enough, these two people have nothing to see except their faces and bodies, especially this Jiang Yue, how did he become a policeman? 】

[The police and capital are in a state of misery. I hope that in the end this time, it is not a capitalist who has nothing to do and can get away with impunity. 】

Yan Jifeng suddenly remembered that 3 years ago, he invited Jiang Yue to dinner. After eating Jiang Yue, he didn't ask him anything and got into his car. He naturally took Jiang Yue back to his residence and just closed the door. He hugged him close to him, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly covered his eyes and kissed him.

At that time, he thought that Jiang Yue was the kind of person who betrayed himself for profit, and he didn't plan to have a relationship with Jiang Yue. Anyway, Jiang Yue looked so much to his heart that he didn't mind them using each other.

However, after it was over, he put the card in front of Jiang Yue and said his request, Jiang Yue walked up to him with a puzzled look, and then laughed at him.

Jiang Yue finished laughing and said to him, "Do you people think that money can do everything? If this is the case, then it's not your turn to bribe. I must be richer than you."

The first time he looked at Jiang Yue seriously was not to look at his face, but the next moment Jiang Yue climbed on top of him again, holding his face as if his eyes were shining, and said, "The world always needs some things that money can't buy, such as me , and justice. You be my boyfriend, and I will help you find justice."

Yan Jifeng thought of Jiang Yue at that moment, and realized his heartbeat was chaotic at the time.

He exited the webpage and dialed Jiang Yue's phone number, but Jiang Yue didn't answer after the ringing for a long time. His frown was more obvious than when he saw the comment.

Jiang Yue didn't answer his call for the first time. He threw the phone to the other side of the seat forcefully and ordered the driver.

"go home."

Jiang Yue did not go back immediately after receiving Chu Xiao's call. Xing Chen said that he would introduce his girlfriend and invite him to dinner at home. He was suspended from work and had no other friends, so he could not find an excuse to refuse.

When he went to take a taxi, he was recognized by several people claiming to be reporters on the side of the road. When Yan Jifeng called, he was blocked by several people on the bus stop. He did not want to meet Yan Jifeng in front of these people. Phone, let the phone ring silent.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Is it Yan Jifeng? Did you and him really get together 3 years ago as they say on the Internet?"

Xing Chen called and told him about the news on the Internet just now, and he went to see it. He didn't expect that as soon as he found out, the past between Yan Jifeng and the deceased broke out on the Internet, and even picked up on these old grudges. Three years ago, Yan Dingping was poisoned.

When Bureau Zhang asked him about the case three years ago, he guessed that someone would suspect him, but he never thought that it would be speculated by the whole network like this.

"Step aside."

Jiang Yue kept his head down. He didn't want to remember the way these people questioned him, so he took a step back, but the other party had to ask an inch.

"Excuse me about the case three years ago, did you also leak the case to Yan Jifeng?"

"Is the final result really the truth? Did you really not do anything against your duty?"

Jiang Yue didn't want to entangle with these people, but as he was about to leave, a few people gathered around him to stop him, and another series of malicious speculations came to him.

He couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "Are you legally responsible for what you said?"

The people surrounding him shrank back, but immediately blocked him again, almost pointing the recorder at his mouth, "This is a normal interview, do you mean tacit consent if you don't answer?"

"Step aside."

Jiang Yue's voice became lower, and he glared at the person who just asked, who shrank his shoulders, and he squeezed directly, but someone behind him suddenly pulled him back, and he reflexively grabbed the other person's hand and twisted it After reaching behind, push the person out again.

He didn't use much force this time, but the opponent fell a meter or two and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Immediately someone nearby shouted: "Why did you hit someone?"

Jiang Yue already understood that these people did not come to interview, but came to "touch porcelain", which aroused the anger and enthusiasm of netizens more than interviewing him.

"As a police officer who hit a reporter at will, do you have anything to say?"

The next moment, someone handed the recording pen in front of Jiang Yue again, and Jiang Yue was about to pass by, but the other party stopped him as if he had come to call him.

"Step aside."

Jiang Yue clenched his fists hard, and glared at the person who stopped him, but the other party still pointed at him and asked questions one after another.

"May I ask how you got admitted to the police? Is it also the back door that Tong Yan Jifeng left?"

"Why did you stay with Yan Jifeng? Money still wants to climb the ladder?"

"Did you think about your parents while you were doing this? Would your parents think you'd embarrass them?"

—Would your parents think you'd embarrass them?

Jiang Yue suddenly remembered the scene of his father shouting at him in the fire at the end, would his father feel ashamed of him?

Would his father feel ashamed if he became like this?

Would his dad feel ashamed of him?

Jiang Yue suddenly felt that the people in front of him became blurred, and countless voices rang in his ears.

"Jiang Yue, you survived for your father, do you understand?"

"Don't reinstate your job, you are not worthy of being a policeman, you are only worthy of waiting at home every day for me to fuck you."

"Don't you feel ashamed of your father by doing this?"

"People like you can only die alone."

...

Jiang Yue didn't know whether the voice he heard was in his head or the person in front of him. At this moment, it seemed as if the memories stored in his brain for more than 20 years exploded together, and his lingering brain finally collapsed.

"To shut up"

Jiang Yue blurted out, grabbed the person closest to him, knocked out the recording pen in his hand, and threw it hard at the others.

This time he really hit someone, and then he walked out through the gap that the man smashed open, and the people behind him stared at him in surprise, as if they didn't expect him to really do it.

Regardless of the voice behind him, Jiang Yue walked to the side of the road and waited for a taxi to come up.

When he got into the car, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Yan Jifeng's number. The voice in his ear was still ringing, and he seemed to be drowning and about to suffocate.

But the phone was connected, but Yan Jifeng hung up.

Jiang Yue squeezed his phone with a black screen and exhaled forcefully. The driver turned his head to look behind him and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Go, go—"

Jiang Yue thought for a while before giving the address of Xing Chen's house. He had never been to Xing Chen's house, and when he got there, Xing Chen was waiting for him at the gate of the community.

When he got out of the car, his feet were a little sloppy, and he took a short step. Xing Chen looked at him and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you drinking too much?"

Jiang Yue shook his head, "I might get motion sickness."

With disbelief on Xing Chen's face, he helped him and said, "Let's go."

When they got to the elevator, there were only the two of them. Xing Chen looked at him and suddenly said, "The case is stuck now. Don't go online to watch those boring people fart when you have nothing to do."

Jiang Yue did not reply, Xing Chen continued: "There must be someone behind this incident deliberately pushing, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a big deal. The surname Yan was so merciless at the beginning, and now there are not a few people who want to pull him down. , you just sent him to the door as a target for a gun."

"Um."

Jiang Yue responded casually, Xing Chen glanced at him with a "you even admitted it" look, and went straight to knock on the door without calling him out of the elevator. He followed, and Xing Chen's girlfriend just came to open the door.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you are finally here, come in quickly."

Xing Chen's girlfriend is called Xia Zhi, a psychological profiler of the city bureau. He actually knows each other, but the three of them haven't met together.

However, Jiang Yue has almost never eaten with the opposite sex of the same age, or he has hardly had much contact with the opposite sex of the same age.

"What are you doing, it's not that you don't know each other."

Xing Chen saw that Jiang Yue didn't know what to do, and pushed him directly into the restaurant.

Jiang Yue greeted Xia Zhi awkwardly, "Sister Xia, excuse me."

Xia Zhi smiled casually at him, stared at him and looked at him, "Don't be so polite, it's not that you don't know it, you can add the seasoning yourself."

The dishes on the table were ready, Jiang Yue sat at the table, Xia Zhi and Xing Chen warmly served him dishes, even if he had nothing to say, they still talked to him back and forth.

Near the end of the meal, Xing Chen suddenly thought, "Jiang Yue, you are going back alone anyway, why don't you stay with me for a few days? Zhizhi doesn't live here, I am the only one."

"I'm not alone."

Jiang Yue opened his mouth, Xing Chen's brows trembled, he immediately thought of what was going on, and after looking at him carefully for a while, he said, "Do you usually look in the mirror or not, when you are with such a big man, he can't tell if you are not? Spiritually?"

"It's nothing to do with him."

As soon as Jiang Yue said this, Xing Chen wanted to pat the table, but he didn't. Intuitively what happened to Jiang Yue today, he calmly said: "Don't keep everything in your heart, I may not be able to help you, but At least it's easier to say it."

Xing Chen said and blinked towards Xia Zhi.

"Junior Brother Jiang, are you in a bad mood? Come have a drink."

Xia Zhi poured a glass of juice for Jiang Yue, and clinked the glass with him unilaterally, the glass collided with a crisp sound, then took a sip and continued: "I think being a person is like hot pot, scalding it in hot soup. It's delicious. Just like some bad things, it's just the spice of life."

Jiang Yue's gaze turned from the juice in front of him to Xia Zhi. He knew what Xia Zhi was doing. He suddenly picked up the juice and poured it down like he was drinking. He squeezed the glass tightly and put his eyes on the glass. After a long time, he finally raised his eyes.

"Do you know about hypersomnia?"

Xia Zhi's eyelids moved, and Xing Chen said, "I think I've heard it before, but I never forget it."

After he finished speaking, he remembered Jiang Yue's photographic memory, and stared straight at Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue nodded, "I have hypermemory, and I can even remember things from when I was a baby, no matter the details, such as the ingredient list of the milk powder I drank, or the dark lines on my dad's clothes when he walked for the first time."

Xing Chen was startled. He wouldn't remember such details about what happened just now. He couldn't help but say, "Isn't this just a random test? No wonder you are a top student—"

Xia Zhi glared at him suddenly, he fell silent and listened to Xia Zhi's explanation.

"Forgetting is actually a protective mechanism for people. We often say that time is the best medicine for healing, which refers to the forgetting mechanism. Painful things will fade in memory after time passes. Even if they are not completely forgotten, they will not remember so much Details. Even sometimes memory will modify memory and beautify some bad memories. But—”

Patients with hyperamnesia have lost this protective mechanism, no matter how long they have experienced in the past, they will clearly remember, and they will never forget the pain. In addition to pain, too complicated memories will also put a very heavy burden on the brain.

Xia Zhi paused and looked at Jiang Yue. She had never experienced it before. She could only know the burden and pain caused by this disease in theory, but she couldn't empathize with it in reality.

As soon as Jiang Yue came in, she could see that Jiang Yue's mental state was not good. She intuitively felt that what really caused Jiang Yue's pain was not hypermemory, but what happened in the past. People's ability to withstand mental stress.

"I have a friend who is a psychiatrist. I will send you his phone number. Even if there is no way to cure hypermemory, you can talk to him about other things."

Jiang Yue put down the cup he had been pinching for a while, "No need, I should go back."

He never took the initiative to tell anyone about this matter, and he didn't know why he said it suddenly, maybe because it would be easier for Xing Chen to say it.

"I send you."

When Xing Chen answered, Jiang Yue wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by him, "Don't be polite to me. Let's go."

In the end, Jiang Yue got into Xing Chen's car. On the way, he received a call from Xia Zhi from a psychologist.

"You haven't said where you're going?"

Xing Chen is not as sensitive as Xia Zhi. He only thinks that Jiang Yue is like this because of Yan Jifeng. When he heard Jiang Yue say the name of a villa area, he squinted at Jiang Yue and asked knowingly: "Is that the last name?" Yan's house, right?"

"En." Jiang Yue answered truthfully, his brows were tightened even more, and he didn't talk to Jiang Yue all the way, until the car drove to the entrance of the villa area and had to register.

"You have been in and out of his house for 3 years and you still need to register? Doesn't he know to give you an access control?"

Xing Chen endured the registration and drove in the car before saying, Jiang Yue still had that "it's not important" expression and said "hmm".

When he drove the car in front of Yan Jifeng's house, he slammed on the brakes and squealed. He glanced at the house and said to Jiang Yue, "I don't want to talk about you, go down."

"Thank you, Brother Xing."

Jiang Yue pushed the car door and just landed on one foot, Yan Jifeng opened the door and stood on the door frame, staring straight at him, then got into the car to look at Xing Chen and asked him.

"where did you go?"

Jiang Yue wondered why Yan Jifeng didn't go to work in broad daylight, so he turned to Xing Chen and said, "Senior Brother Xing, you should go first."

Xing Chen was trembling from being stared at by Yan Jifeng. He knew that Jiang Yue couldn't be persuaded, and he was afraid that a car would crash into Yan Jifeng. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away. He couldn't help looking behind Glance in the mirror.

Yan Jifeng came out and pinched Jiang Yue's waist with one hand, pressed him against the doorpost beside him, wiped Jiang Yue's lips with his thumb and asked, "Are you familiar with him?"

"Just ordinary colleagues."

"The colleague made a special trip to send you back?"

Yan Jifeng's questioning tone was too obvious, Jiang Yue didn't want to drag Xing Chen into them, so he leaned over and hugged him to soften his voice.

"Ah Yan, I'm tired."

Yan Jifeng thought of the things on the Internet, dragged Jiang Yue into the room, and pressed him on the sofa in the living room before saying: "I will deal with the things on the Internet, don't think too much about it."

Jiang Yue didn't speak, his thumb got into Jiang Yue's lips, and he said with two purposes: "The big deal is that I won't resume my job, I'll change your job for you."