The daily life of the reborn male god

The few policemen were startled, and one even screamed.

The police officer who came forward first frowned, closed the lid of the box, turned around and asked Lin Lang: "Sir, can you describe the specific things for me?"

He Yizhi didn't expect to see such a thing, he held Lin Lang's hand tightly with a livid face, and looked at Lin Lang with concern, as if wanting to support him, he wrapped his arms around Lin Lang's waist.

Sensing He Yizhi's approaching body temperature, Lin Lang's complexion improved a lot. He glanced at He Yizhi, gave him a smile, and signaled him not to worry about himself. Then he looked at the police officer and said, "Before, it was about 9 Around [-]:[-], a courier greeted us at the door..."

The police officer nodded from time to time and took notes in his notebook. After Lin Lang finished speaking, he asked, "May I ask, do you have any enemies in France? Or have you had any trouble with someone?"

Lin Lang thought for a while in a daze, and shook his head: "I have only been to France twice in total, and the last time was to participate in the Muse Design Competition. , when I first arrived in France in that competition, I had a conflict with a guy in the supermarket. He suffered a bit, and then I found some gangsters to deal with me, but I beat him up, and I never saw him again Pass."

He touched his ears and hesitated, "I don't think it should be him?"

The police officer nodded without answering, wrote a few words in the notebook, and asked again: "Is there any more?"

He Yizhi continued: "I know that there is a guy named Lance, that guy is a racist, and he had a conflict with Lin, and it was not a big deal at the time, and the program team even made a live broadcast of it, but, that guy and Lin His parents should be busy with the lawsuit, so they don't have the heart to scare Lin, right?"

The police officer smiled, looked up at Lin Lang, and said that he had no enemies. Who would make two enemies after coming to France twice? If it weren't for Lin Lang's really cute appearance, and he was only in his teens, the police officer might not have felt that Lin Lang is a brat.

"Is there anything else?" He asked again. These two suspects are actually not serious suspects. Based on his experience, the real suspect may not have surfaced yet.

He Yizhi hesitated for a moment, seeing that Lin Lang didn't seem to have anything else to say, so he said hesitantly: "If you want to say anything else, there is one who is the most suspicious."

The police officer suddenly raised his head and stared at He Yizhi sharply.

He Yizhi patted Lin Lang's head, and then said, "I don't know if you know about the murder of the Muse contestants before."

The police officer glanced at Lin Lang, his eyes flashed, and he said firmly: "I heard that a contestant accidentally opened the mechanism and found the victim's body. Did Mr. Lin find it?"

Thinking of the scene that day, Lin Lang's eyes darkened: "It's me."

"You mean." The police officer looked at He Yizhi: "Do you think the murderer who has not been arrested is the one who threatened Mr. Lin?"

He Yizhi nodded: "This is just my personal opinion. I still hope that the police can find out the truth as soon as possible."

He hugged Lin Lang worriedly: "After all, no one knows what the purpose of that person who threatened and intimidated, it would be better if it was just to intimidate..."

He couldn't go on with the guesswork behind, even if he just thought about it, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart, as if he was being squeezed by an invisible hand, as if he was going to be out of breath.

Feeling that He Yizhi squeezed his shoulders tightly, Lin Lang couldn't help but look up at him, but found that He Yizhi's face was extremely ugly, and there seemed to be a slight fear in his eyes. He couldn't help raising his hand worriedly, and touched He Yizhi. From the corner of his eyes: "Brother He, what's wrong with you?"

He Yizhi felt the temperature in the corner of his eyes, came back to his senses, and held Lin Lang's hand: "It's okay, Lang Lang, I will call some people later, you promise me, no matter where you go these days, you will take me with you Your people, how are you?"

Lin Lang wanted to refuse, after all, he would feel uncomfortable with other people around him, but facing He Yizhi's worried eyes, he couldn't say no, he could only nod his head: "Okay, Brother He, I promise you, don't worry."

"How could I not be worried." He Yizhi smiled wryly: "I'd better move in these few days and share a room with you, so I can feel more at ease."

"Ah..." Lin Lang blushed suddenly, and stammered, "Live, live in one room, one room?"

Seeing Lin Lang's appearance, He Yizhi, who was in a worried mood, couldn't help laughing. He leaned down slightly, pressed against Lin Lang's forehead, stared at his black, pure eyes, and asked jokingly: "What are you thinking about?" Is it a bad thing, um, I'm actually blushing."

"I, I didn't!" Lin Lang retorted angrily, but still touched He Yizhi's forehead, not halfway to separate.

He Yizhi smiled happily, and kissed Lin Lang's forehead lightly.

Lin Lang lowered his head with a blushing face, and kept kicking the ground with his toes, looking very shy.

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Policeman A: "..."

Policeman B: "..."

Policeman C: "..."

Yue Zhilong: "..."

Qian Man: "..."

Excuesme?Please pay attention to the occasion, both of you?Okay, okay, we ate this bowl of dog food, so can we turn our attention back to the case?

As if he had just noticed the gazes of the people around him, Lin Lang coughed dryly: "Officer, is there anything else you want to ask?"

The police officer said helplessly: "Of course, do you still remember the appearance of that courier?"

Lin Lang nodded: "Remember, I can still draw it."

The police officer smiled, gestured please to Lin Lang, and handed Lin Lang a piece of white paper and a pencil.

Seeing Lin Lang quietly drawing the portrait of the courier, the police officer asked a police officer beside him to call up the monitor video in the exhibition hall.

However, he had a hunch that there might be no clues to be found.

Sure enough, when the policeman came back, he shook his head regretfully: "The courier is very cautious and has never shown his face on the monitor."

Now I can only look at Lin Lang's portrait. The police officer is not depressed. It seems that the courier is the key. If he is found, I am afraid that we can get very important clues.

It would be best if this Mr. Lin could draw an accurate portrait. If not, there are experts from the police station who can help. However, the portrait drawn according to the dictation may be biased and not so accurate.

Of course, what he was more worried about was whether this Mr. Lin could fully remember the courier's appearance after meeting him once.