"Yanyan, ti to take your dicine."
An Yan lifted her eyelids slightly and then closed them again.
Fu Shiyan slipped his arm under her neck, propped her up, pushed a small pill into her mouth, and then fed her a sip of water.
He gently set her down, placed the cup on the bedside table, changed into his house clothes, and then lay down to sleep with her.
The next day, An Yan opened her eyes, feeling sore all over.
She sat up and glanced at the nightstand. There was a cup and a strip of dicine with one pill missing—evidently, Fu Shiyan had fed it to her.
At that mont, the cell phone on the nightstand began to buzz.
She picked it up and saw it was Bi Chong.
"Boss!"
"What’s wrong?" An Yan frowned upon hearing his anxious voice.
"Du Xinlan is dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, she jumped off the Xinwan Grand Bridge around three in the morning, headfirst, and landed on the icy surface. By the ti she was found at five in the morning, she was already dead."
An Yan asked, "Did she et anyone or receive any calls before her death?"
"I’m checking. The surveillance footage showed that Du Xinlan didn’t hesitate at all when she jumped off the bridge, resolutely jumping to her death."
"Send the surveillance video, and call if there’s any news."
"Alright." An Yan put on her clothes, washed up briefly, and sat in front of the computer.
Fu Shiyan ca in with a sandwich and hot milk. "Yanyan, ti for breakfast."
"I’ll eat later, just leave it on the table for now."
Watching An Yan rapidly working on the computer, he asked, "What happened?"
"Du Xinlan is dead."
Fu Shiyan sat beside An Yan, watching the surveillance footage she had pulled up on the computer screen.
Du Xinlan, neatly dressed, walked to the middle of the bridge, and without a mont’s hesitation, leaned on the railing and jumped down, as if she had no attachnt to this world at all.
This reminded An Yan of the woman who had committed suicide at the party and Qiu Ye who had jumped from a building.
She muttered, "Du Xinlan would go to the hospital for a tetanus shot even if she only cut her finger, how could she possibly commit suicide?"
She looked at Fu Shiyan, "Rember the woman at the party and Qiu Ye? They showed no fear of death either. These three seem so alike."
She picked up the phone and dialed out.
"Little junior sister, missed ?" ca the lazy voice of the man.
"No."
"So heartless?"
"Is it normal for soone scared of their own shadow to commit suicide without a trace of fear or hesitation?"
Fang Zhou yawned, "People with ntal illnesses often remain very calm when they commit suicide because they’ve been contemplating it for a long ti. Death is a form of aspiration and relief for them. But if a normal person were to commit suicide, they’d definitely experience psychological turmoil, and hesitation is the normal state. What’s up, who committed suicide?"
"Du Xinlan."
"What? She’s the last person to want death, how could she possibly commit suicide?"
"She jumped off the Xinwan Grand Bridge and fell to her death." An Yan knit her brows, "Completely calm, without a trace of hesitation."
Fang Zhou incredulously said, "Could she have been cursed?"
A light flickered in An Yan’s eyes, "You think hypnosis could control a person’s consciousness?"
"With a hypnotist as powerful as our uncle, it’s definitely possible." "Strong hypnotists like that can control soone for a very long ti, but even the more skilled ones can only control soone’s consciousness for a short while."
An Yan’s mind raced, recalling the incidents that occurred in the banquet hall and on the golf course. The only common factor was Gu Han on the scene—and most importantly, she was a hypnotist.
But she had no reason to hypnotize two people into committing suicide, did she?
An Yan unintentionally glanced at Fu Shiyan and her mind suddenly exploded.
Starting from that point, Fu Shiyan had begun sleepwalking.
She looked into Fu Shiyan’s eyes and asked, "I’m going to ask you so questions, and you must answer truthfully."
"Okay."
"Have you ever sleepwalked before?"
"No."
"Since the banquet suicide case and Qiu Ye’s jumping off the building, you’ve often sleepwalked. What did you see?"
Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, "I dread of a woman in a red dress."
"Who was it?"
Fu Shiyan replied, "It’s the woman from the dreams I ntioned to you before."
He didn’t ntion Mu Yingying, for fear of upsetting An Yan again.
After all, the conflict between them had just eased a bit. If An Yan knew that Mu Yingying had appeared in his dreams for two years, their jealous troubles could beco much worse.
An Yan seed to get an answer, "The woman who committed suicide in the banquet hall pulled out a red cat’s eye stone pendant necklace from my bag. Red.
Qiu Ye wore a red dress when she fell to her death. Red again.
You dream of the woman in the red dress at night.
The necklace and red dress are triggers. In both suicide cases, Gu Han was at the scene.
I suspect she is using these triggers to try to control your consciousness."
Fu Shiyan recalled carefully, "When that woman waved the necklace in front of , indeed, the image of the woman in the red dress flashed through my mind."
An Yan was sowhat agitated, gripping the man’s hand, "These two suicide cases are very likely murder cases. Let’s go to Gu Han’s studio right now. I want to find that damned thing and see what she really wants to do!"
Fu Shiyan naturally went along with her, and they quickly changed clothes.
An Yan was about to leave the room when Fu Shiyan stopped her, "Have so breakfast first."
An Yan nodded and drank up the hot milk with a gulp, then started eating the sandwich she had grabbed.
Fu Shiyan shook his head helplessly. He helped An Yan put on her shoes, and they left the house.
Once in the car, Fu Shiyan buckled her seatbelt and took a napkin to wipe the salad sauce from the corner of her mouth.
An Yan was a bit excited, "Du Xinlan’s death gave so inspiration. I hope we can find so clues from it."
Fu Shiyan thought, if Gu Han was really up to sothing, then was the mory she helped him recover also problematic?
Forty minutes later, they arrived at the counseling room.
Just as they got out of the car, they heard a loud bang.
They turned back and saw a sapphire blue Panara had collided with a cent truck, which crushed the car flat.
Fu Shiyan’s brows furrowed, "That car looks like Gu Han’s."
An Yan rushed over, pushing through the crowd to stand in front of the car.
The small car had been completely flattened; it was impossible for anyone inside to have survived.
She climbed onto the truck and opened the door, pulling out the driver.
"What kind of driving was that!"
The driver’s eyes were hazy, and as he spoke, a wave of alcohol fus hit her, "I was just...driving normally, right!"
She searched the man’s phone, yelling, "Did soone hire you to kill her, didn’t they! Tell !"
The man shook his head, refusing to confess.
An Yan morized the man’s phone number and slapped the phone on his chest, "If soone hired you, rest assured, I’ll find that person, and you won’t get a di!"
Anger flashed in the man’s eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
Fu Shiyan embraced An Yan, "Don’t get so worked up, Yanyan. We will investigate properly, and we’ll certainly find out if this was a setup."
An Yan looked at him, "I don’t care about Gu Han’s life or death, I care about what she did to you!"
Fu Shiyan patted her back gently, "I understand, sweetheart. Just relax for now."
An Yan closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t believe in such coincidences; there had to be so connection.
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