At three o'clock in the morning, Zhen Ai finished her work, sorted out her experimental equipment and prepared to rest in the laboratory as usual. She took off her white coat and touched her pocket. The key Yan Su gave her was lying coldly.

She was wondering whether the keys of his house gave her a magical sense of belonging. She pinched the small iron piece and thought about it, then put on her coat and walked out.

I want to go back to Yansu's castle so that I can have breakfast with him tomorrow morning.

Zhen Ai came out of the ground and passed through this abandoned community in the forest.

Under the moonlight, the broken buildings emitted a dark white light, which was a little scary. But she had long been used to it.

As soon as I turned around, I walked into the forest with deep fallen leaves. Looking up at the sky, the starry sky in summer was brilliant, like a quiet and lofty dream. The early morning wind was also cool, and she took a deep breath.

His eyes fell, and there was a car parked beside the dark trees in front of her.

I looked closely and it was Irving.

She clearly told him that she would work until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so that he would not have to stay there. Now he was just a temporary idea when he went out, but he didn't expect that he would always wait outside.

Zhen Ai was a little guilty and ran over to his car and knocked on the glass: "Irving."

The car window fell, Owen's face was quiet, and there was no sign of fatigue.

She bent down and said, "Didn't you tell me not to guard me?"

Owen didn't answer and smiled: "Look, have you suddenly wanted to go out?"

"Go to the castle?" he asked.

Zhen Ai blushed slightly, lowered her head and said "um", and stroked her hair to the passenger seat.

Neither of them spoke along the way.

Zhen Ai discovered that before she knew it, Owen said less and less. She used to be silent, but now she is cheerful, but he stops talking, just like two people fell out.

The car drove away from the forest and walked onto the highway in the dark. Zhen Ai had nothing to say: "Have Su Qi caught it?"

"No." This is not Irving's responsibility, but he is also paying attention.

Zhen Ai said, "There is less than two days left, and it's not that fast."

Owen looked at the lights cast on the headlights of the car and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Well, she has been an agent for ten years. She knows the best way of doing things. She won't be caught so easily."

Zhen Ai moved one son and looked at him sideways: "Irving, based on your experience, will Suqi continue to kill people?"

"Usually, it will." Owen saw her frowning brow in the rearview mirror, "ai, what are you worried about?"

Zhen Ai was sitting down and shook her head: "No."

Owen paused for a while and smiled faintly: "Are you worried about s.a.? He won't have any trouble, someone is guarding him."

Zhen Ai was stunned, guarding? Yan Su was monitored?

"Irving, have you noticed that they are doubting s.a.?"

"I don't know this," said Owen. "Suspect or not, s.a. cannot be the murderer behind the scenes. This is a country that talks about evidence, so you don't have to worry about him at all."

Indeed, doubt cannot explain any problem.

Zhen Ai felt more at ease when she remembered Zhao He's case, and looked at Owen again, with a firm and calm face, always upright and loyal, whether to her or this country.

She turned her head and looked at the black field outside the window and stopped talking.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the castle in the mountains. There was a faint night light in the fort.

There is also a street light in front of the door, with small summer mosquitoes flying in the beam.

Owen kept sending her to the door. She took out the keys of Yansu's house from her pocket and opened the door with embarrassment. He didn't say anything. Instead, Zhen Ai was a little embarrassed and invited: "Owen, it's too late, are you living here?"

When this is said, the hostess' posture is even more obvious.

Owen declined politely, saying that he would feel relieved when he sent it here.

She entered the house and looked around before closing the door, but couldn't see anyone watching, or maybe she couldn't see it.

Zhen Ai went up the second floor with a light hand and saw Isaac burying his little head in his feathers and sleeping. She smiled slightly and went to Yan Su's room along the long corridor. Thinking about his sleeping peacefully, she saw the lights on the study room on the second floor halfway.

He hasn't slept yet?

Zhen Ai went over and gently pushed open the study door, trying to secretly look at him, but unexpectedly no one was there.

There are 5 photos on the desk, including extinguished candles, wooden stands of hourglass, withered iris, four-colored globes, and leftover red wine.

Zhen Ai recalled what Su Qi said, the family of kindergarten teachers and writers discovered hourglass and globes that did not belong to them. It seemed that the other things were left in the homes of other victims.

I picked up the photo and the study door was pushed open.

The next second, Yan Su appeared at the door, wrapped in a nightgown, holding a tray in his hand, and a small plate of sandwiches, a cup of oatmeal, and a small bowl of fruit. It turned out that he was going to make midnight snacks.

Once you go and go, there is an additional Zhen Ai in the study. Yan Su smiled: "Isn't you tired of coming here so late?"

Zhen Ai shook her head and touched the key to Yan Su's house in her pocket, feeling very energetic. This was what he handed to her palm when she left the police station the day before yesterday. In this way, she would not have to open the door when she entered his house at any time.

Just like at this moment, in the middle of the night, she came as soon as she wanted to come, just like going home.

On the early morning night, the lights in the study are warm and bright.

"Do you have time today? Don't you have to work?" He put the plate on his desk.

"No, I'll leave again this morning." Zhen Ai finished speaking, feeling a little embarrassed, but it was dawn in a few hours, and she even came to see him. It's really

Yan Su looked at her for a second, walked around the back of the table, and pulled her to sit on her lap. Zhen Ai hadn't been hugged like this before, and she felt like a child being held. She was a little embarrassed, but she felt more intimate and leaned into his arms.

Damn, she accidentally rubbed open his nightgown, and the skin of her arms was pressed against his slightly hot chest. Her heart trembled slightly, but she pretended not to notice it, and did not turn her face to point to the photo on the table: "Why are you still looking at this? Is there anything else?"

Yan Su wrapped around her waist and put his jaw on her shoulder: "This may be the serial number."

"Serial number?" She became interested and picked up the photo.

In fact, the order of the photos has been sorted out.

Yan Su had a long hand, took the oatmeal, scooped a spoonful and sent it to her mouth. She held it in her mouth and muttered, "Huh? Is this candle the number 1?" After saying that, he didn't believe it, and the smile was too simple.

Yan Su said: "I think it's 1, too."

Zhen Ai raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Really? Then don't say what you have left, let me see. Well, there are two pieces of the hourglass, which are 2; 3 petals of iris; 4-color theorem used for the globe; red wine."

He handed the blueberries to her mouth: "Importantly there are 5 ml of red wine."

Zhen Ai bit her blueberry and gently rubbed her fingers: "Asu, will there be 6, 7, 8, 9 next?"

Yan Su remained silent and had no answer.

When Zhen Ai said this, she remembered what Owen said again. I wonder if Yan Su noticed that someone was monitoring him.

"Asu, Les and the others seem to be suspicious of you." She said, hugging his neck and burying her head in his neck. "Do you feel wronged and sad?"

"No." He laughed at her sudden childishness: "ai, I'm fine. Moreover, Officer Rice's suspicion is necessary and justified. Doing their business, especially not emotionally. When others believe me, he doubts me based on objective clues, I think it is fairness and integrity."

Zhen Ai closed her eyes and didn't speak. She had never seen a man like him. Others suspected that he was a sexual perverted serial killer and he was still relieved by this situation. Idiot!

She was not worried about him being arrested because of this, but about his reputation and mood. But now it seems that she is really worrying. He is so open-minded, how could he care?

Yan Su remembered the serious matter and asked, "When will you work today?" He looked at the alarm clock on the table, "It's 4 a.m. Now, I'll see you early tomorrow morning, right?"

Zhen Ai shook her head: "Well, I don't know. Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to have dinner with you." His voice suddenly softened, making her ears warm. Recently, they have been doing all kinds of things, and it seems that they haven't had a good dinner together for a long time.

She nodded: "Yeah, okay."

When Yan Su heard the words, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved.

Zhen Ai didn't notice it and slowly ate grapes. The finger of the other hand unconsciously pulled the wooden ring on the desk drawer, and accidentally pulled the drawer open.

Zhen Ai panicked and went back to the fortress, but he caught a glimpse of the content inside: "Huh? You still keep the little pipa and Nautilus!"

She took out the pocket nautilus and held it in her palm: "When you took it out of my hat before, I always thought it was a snail. But why did the nautilus not look like a cone-shaped cone species, but rather like a disc snail species?"

"Perhaps because it lives in the sea." Yan Su explained casually, "it is the oldest conch, symbolizing perfection."

As he said that, his eyes fell on the small small pipa in the drawer, and his eyes darkened: only 7 people will die.

Who will be the sixth person who is about to die?

Zhen Ai looked at it for a while, put the small conch in the drawer, and held a small glass bowl to eat cherries.

Yan Su glanced at her and suddenly forgot what he was thinking just now.

The little red cherry was pressed against her lips, which was indescribable. He tightened her soft waist, leaned close to her ears, and whispered: "ai, in the future, we will live our own lives, we are only two of us, okay?"

She held the cherry in her mouth and said "um" in a daze.

This is what it should be, they are the two of them.

Don’t worry about gains and losses, just cherish the present.

He smiled slightly without any prelude, and suddenly asked, "ai, do you want to have sex with me?"

Zhen Ai's joke, and a big cherry swallowed it directly.

This topic is too changed

She turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

What Yan Su just said in English is not ambiguous makelove. Love is not an ordinary havesex sleep, not a normal do, not a spoken hook, not a vulgar fuck, not a vulgar take, but a very academic intercourse and dating.
To be continued...