Chen Zhaoci looked at her and tears flowed down his face. His face turned pale and his mouth was pursed tightly.

Fan Jia stared at him firmly, wiped his tears, and said, "Now you have the opportunity to get rid of everything in the past and end such a life - you surrender to me. Yes, I just want you to go to jail. You are just a criminal, and if you surrender, you will be given a lenient sentence. You will only be sentenced to a few years. Even if you are ten years sentenced, what does it matter? You are only in your thirties and are still very young. Have you ever heard a word called 'Atonement'? If you have done something wrong, then go and atone for your sins.

The important thing is that from now on, you no longer have to hide in the darkness. You are clean and start over. Find a new job, such as a librarian, such as opening a bookstore, you love reading, and you can display your erudition. You can get to know girls again, start a family, and have another baby. That is what you have always longed for, and you can get it.

But if you continue to walk forward and continue to live a life of hiding like this, the police will catch you soon. I am the worst in our team, and they are much better than me. At that time, maybe you won’t be able to turn back. Because if this continues, one day, you will not even recognize you!

The right to choose is in your hands. My life and your life are in your hands. But Chen Zhaoci, I believe in you. When you take me out, I will take you out of the gutter. I swear, Zhaoci, I am the people's police, the people's police are for the people, I swear to you!"

Chen Zhaoci's body, which was originally stubborn as if a bent bow, slowly collapsed. He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

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A rope shook off from the hole.

There was also a dagger that fell to the ground with a "clang".

When Fan Jia crawled out, she was panting. Chen Zhaoci, who was beside him, was not much better. He let go of the rope, supported the ground with his hands, and lowered his head. The man's originally gloomy, gentle and violent aura disappeared. All of the whole body was the depressed after his collapse.

Fan Jia's heart was pounding. He looked around. It was a narrow and simple house, with nothing but tables, chairs and small beds. It was dark outside the window and couldn't see where it was.

Fan Jia asked softly: "Do you have a cell phone?"

Chen Zhaoci lowered his head and said, "It's lost."

Yes, if he had brought his cell phone with him, he would have been robbed by You Mingxu and others.

Fan Jia's voice was still soft: "Then are we... leaving?"

He stood up without saying a word, and his back looked like a gloomy hill. Fan Jia was also silent. After a while, he opened the door and a cool breeze rushed in. It was dark outside, and the building scenery could be seen. It was not until this moment that Fan Jia's heart seemed to shake the Coke bottle that had been shaking for a long time. Finally, the lid was opened, and bubbles popped up. She knew she had won.

The two walked outside the house. There were bungalows around, and there were empty stalls on the side of the road. There were buildings with high and low heights in the distance. Fan Jia didn't expect that Chen Zhaoci would lock himself in such a densely populated area. But at this moment, it was still dark, and there was no one on the narrow street.

Fan Jia climbed up to the hole, and had a string in her pocket. She took it out and asked, "Can I..."

Chen Zhaoci's eyes were no longer shining. He stared at her rope for a few seconds and said, "What you said will count? I surrender to you now and will be sentenced lightly. I still have a chance to start over?"

Fan Jia nodded vigorously. Liu Yisha died of negligence. Chen Zhaoci did not participate in the humiliation. He was forced to deal with the body by his superiors.

"When I'm in jail, will you come back to see me?" he asked again.

Fan Jia replied: "Yes, I promise."

Then he raised his eyelids to look at her: "I hope to see you again."

Fan Jia smiled, just laughed, and the night wind gently blew her hair and didn't speak.

Chen Zhaoci reached out his hands in front of her.

Fan Jia quickly tied a dead knot on his wrists, and for a moment of silence, pulled down his sleeves and blocked the knot. He didn't say anything, just watching her movements.

"Where is this?" Fan Jia asked.

Chen Zhaoci said a location, and Fan Jia was surprised. It was still in that slum area. Chen Zhaoci hid her under everyone's noses. But Fan Jia was not familiar with Huaicheng and tried hard to tell the direction. At this time, Chen Zhaoci spoke: "About 20 minutes, there will be a police station."

Fan Jia looked at him gratefully, but Chen Zhaoci didn't say anything and led the way in front.

The sky still couldn't dissipate like thick ink, so the two walked one after another, one meter away. Fan Jia was also afraid that his mentality would fluctuate again, so she said some irrelevant words, such as whether he was cold or not, about what kind of geographical distribution was in the slums. She was cheerful by nature, but now Chen Zhaoci is under her control, and she feels relaxed, and occasionally she laughs at him. Although Chen Zhaoci can't laugh, his heart seems to be a little relieved and his eyebrows are not that heavy.

Fan Jia thought it was amazing. She actually reached a reconciliation with a psychopathic criminal. This feeling was good, just like a rock that was originally full of holes, but you repaired it to finally have a round and gentle outline. She thought that after waiting for a while, she must talk about her experience along the way with Sister You, Mengshan Dazhutou and others. Although the real murderer who killed Zhao Fei'er had not been caught, Liu Yisha's death was clearly investigated and she was always considered a result of her success.

Although the midnight was cold and silent, she was the only one who was guilty. Her heart was warm and filled with hope after the haze disappeared.

At this time, the two turned into a narrower street. The road was very dirty, with mud and water everywhere, and the smell of vegetable leaves from rotten fish and smell of fish and smell of rotten meat. There were empty stalls on both sides of the street, and not far away was the entrance of a farmers' market. The end of the road was shrouded in the darkness.

Chen Zhaoci stopped.

Fan Jia's heart was thrilled: "What's wrong?"

He replied: "I think about which way to go."

Fan Jia stared at him and said softly: "Don't be anxious, take your time. It should be almost there?"

He replied, "Well, it's almost here." He looked at her, and showed a pale but gentle smile, and took her to continue walking.

Fan Jia saw that he took him into a wider driving lane and street lights, and his mind was calm.

After the two walked for a while, he said, "It seems that it is almost dawn."

Fan Jia glanced at the sky and smiled: "Yes."

Chen Zhaoci said: "Do you hope it will be dawn? It's dawn, and I'm going to go to jail."

Fan Jia then understood that it might be fear, struggle, and confusion that made Chen Zhaoci panic. She asked without answering and asked: "What about you? Do you hope it will dawn?" Although he was trapped for several days and his physical condition was extremely poor. If he regretted it at this time, Fan Jia decided to try his best to catch him back.

Chen Zhaoci replied: "I don't know."

Fan Jia whispered softly: "It will always be dawn. After the night is a little earlier, it will be dawn sooner." After that, he reached out and held his. Chen Zhaoci felt that her hand was much colder than himself, but much softer. He let her hold it, whether it is pity or encouragement. When a thought flashed through his mind: Is she just scheming, she saw her clear and firm eyes. It was really the eyes of a detective.

"Go away." He pulled his hand out of her, "We don't have much time."

Fan Jia thought that she must have successfully stabilized him, and walked through this long and unmanned street as he accelerated his pace.

Then she heard the footsteps suddenly approaching behind her and a strong gust of wind. Even though her reaction ability had dropped a lot due to her physical strength, the detective's instinct still made her reach out and push Chen Zhaoci away.

Fan Jia felt a heavy pain in her head and fell to the ground at the same time as Chen Zhaoci. She wanted to get up, but she couldn't. In a vague way, she saw an extremely tall black shadow reflected on the ground, right behind her.

It was strange that at this moment, she saw Chen Zhaoci's eyes lying not far away. He also looked at her, tears in his eyes. Then a blood-stained hammer swung over from behind and hit him on the head.

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