Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"You blockhead, you don't even use your brain."

The old police officer's face darkened, and he slapped him on the head again.

"No, why do you keep hitting me?" the young police officer said, looking aggrieved.

"That's considered mild."

The veteran officer didn't offer much explanation, but instead focused his attention back on the man and woman in the seats, each with their own thoughts.

"Young man, if you're just throwing a tantrum, you should talk it out. Peace and harmony bring wealth."

"If she really did imprison and abuse you, then... is there any more concrete, stronger evidence?"

Yang An choked for a moment, and for the time being, it seemed that he really couldn't come up with anything.

For the past two weeks, Jiang Nianxi has not hit him, except for tying his hands up, and...

There were no coercive tools in Jiang Nianxi's home.

Depend on.

There really is no evidence.

Seeing Yang An remain silent for a long time, the veteran police officer frowned.

Let's set aside for now who is telling the truth.

Even if this young man is telling the truth, without any physical evidence, he can't just claim to have been imprisoned and abused based on his words alone.

From an objective and rational perspective, its credibility needs to be considered.

"Officers, thank you for taking care of my boyfriend..."

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi suddenly stood up and bowed slightly.

Then, he gave a somewhat aggrieved smile.

"That's just how he is sometimes..."

"He also has some mental issues; he often fantasizes about being persecuted."

"We're usually very loving... We probably had a fight last night, which made him a little unstable and caused him to have a relapse... He'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"By the way, officer, I also have some photos of the two of us together, as well as some everyday photos... that can prove we're a couple."

Jiang Nianxi took out her phone, turned on the screen saver, swiped her finger across the screen twice, and entered the photo album.

He then showed some of the photos inside to several police officers.

There are many photos, and they are quite varied.

Most of them are photos of the two of them together in various places.

Jiang Nianxi in the video is smiling happily and naturally.

Yang An was also smiling.

However, compared to others, it might be a little bit awkward, but it's almost negligible.

The others are photos of food and similar items.

Judging from the background, the two of them were indeed filming at home.

Moreover, the angles used in the photos were very tricky; dozens of photos were taken entirely from the upper body.

There were even photos of two people kissing.

As for whether Yang An's hands were bound, it is impossible to verify.

After Jiang Nianxi presented her evidence, the police officers present immediately began to trust her more.

However, Yang An, standing to the side, immediately became agitated: "She forced me to film these! I was never doing it voluntarily!"

These seemingly intimate photos were all taken under duress from Jiang Nianxi, who used various pretexts to force him to comply.

"Didn't you notice how awkward my smile was?"

The young and veteran officers looked at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Awkward?

Hmm... I wonder if it's because of the phone's angle in the photo.

It does look... not very awkward.

He just wasn't as happy as the woman next to him.

Adding to last night's events, in the middle of the night, Yang An ran in dressed in women's clothes and barefoot...

To be honest, even veteran police officers, when they put these things together, had to admit it.

Jiang Nianxi's argument was more reasonable and well-founded.

Judging from the photos and some everyday snapshots, these were probably just casual snapshots taken on a daily basis.

It's unlikely to be pretentious.

Moreover... this young man was very emotional throughout, and sometimes he was incoherent.

That does fit the description of someone with mental health issues.

Most importantly, in all his years on the job, the veteran police officer had never seen such a beautiful woman imprison and enslave such a... well, seemingly not very bright young man.

No.

It should be said that there are almost no such cases nationwide.

Otherwise, there would be a legal standard for sentencing men who are "strong women."

Gradually, coupled with the woman's pitiful micro-expressions, the veteran police officer had actually begun to accept Jiang Nianxi.

The evidence is complete, the logic is clear, and there is no trace of lying; it fits the image of a girlfriend in every way.

Ultimately, he couldn't draw a conclusion just yet, so he turned around and huddled with the other officers who were observing the proceedings to discuss the matter.

"Actually, I think this woman is fine..."

"I agree. He looks quite frail, but that guy has muscles all over his arms. There's no way he could push you like that..."

"They're probably a couple. This guy likely has mental issues; he's even wearing women's clothes..."

"..."

The officers were whispering, but by sheer coincidence, Yang An was able to overhear some of their conversations.

No!

He shook his head frantically, protesting loudly, "Officers, I'm really a victim! She's incredibly strong; she grabbed me and I couldn't move... Why won't you believe me!"

Clearly, in the face of irrefutable evidence, verbal arguments are often pale and powerless.

But Yang An left in such a hurry that, apart from the redness and swelling on his wrist, he had no evidence to refute it!

But Jiang Nianxi managed to gloss over the swelling by saying it was due to "mental illness" and "arguing."

While the police officers were busy discussing the matter, Jiang Nianxi silently wiped away her tears.

With a slight tilt of her head, her delicate face turned toward the young man.

"..."

Suddenly feeling a bone-chilling cold, Yang An shivered and instinctively looked to the side.

As luck would have it, they caught a glimpse of Jiang Nianxi's meaningful expression.

Jiang Nianxi smiled, her red lips slightly parted.

It's like speaking a silent language.

Yang An's inner fears were magnified infinitely.

"you."

"think."

"run."

"where."

"go."

One word at a time.

Despite the absence of sound, the oppressive feeling was like a giant hand pressing Yang An down firmly.

I couldn't breathe, and my hair stood on end.

"Brother, save me! Please save me!"

He didn't care about his image, scrambling off his seat, grabbing the young officer's arm, and gritting his teeth.

"She's not a good person at all, and we're not a couple. You have to believe me and don't be fooled by her appearance..."

The young police officer was startled by the noise and quickly crouched down, gently patting the young man's shoulder.

"It's okay, bro, you're too excited. Take a break, okay?"

"Yes, what's the problem? Have a good talk with your girlfriend. What grudge could you two possibly hold against each other?" The policewoman on the other side took a sip of tea and echoed her sentiment.

"Young man, try to keep a calm mindset. If you're really upset, you can contact us for help in the future, or you can come to me. Although relationship issues are not within our scope of responsibility, we can still help you mediate."

After a moment's hesitation, the veteran police officer finally spoke up to offer his advice.