Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui's calves were painted, and he was leaning against the side of the fire truck, his face was charcoal, and his clothes were ragged.

Lin Zhilu didn't know how he walked there, but when he got closer, he confirmed that it was Yang Qingshui.He spoke with difficulty: "Are you injured?"

Yang Qingshui smiled wryly: "Jumped from the second floor, only scratched a little skin trauma, considered lucky—"

Before the words fell, Lin Zhilu stretched out his arms, and hugged the stunned Yang Qingshui into his arms.

He breathed a sigh of relief, everything was still in time.False alarm, the best word he could imagine.

For some reason, Yang Qingshui's heart beat faster than when he was in danger just now.He shook his arm and said softly, "Hey..."

Feeling someone approaching vaguely, Lin Zhilu raised his eyes.

In front of him, the man standing behind Yang Qingshui had the same distressed face, obviously he had just come out of the fire.After looking at him for a while, Lin Zhilu's face turned cold and hostile.

"Thinking about it, I would never have imagined that the cause and effect of this incident are like this." Jiang Xinxin closed the accident investigation report and said with emotion, "If the stainless steel frame of the window hadn't collapsed, they would have been burned alive inside."

He was talking about the fire at the Qiling warehouse. The fire investigation results came out. The watchdog of the warehouse knocked down two tung oil barrels and caused the fire. The firefighters ruled out the cause from the video footage and the fire trajectory and classified it as an accident.The iron door is not locked, but because it has not been used for many years, the iron bolt and gate are rusted and cannot be opened for a while.

All kinds of accidents piled up and almost caused a huge tragedy. Fortunately, at a critical moment, the iron bars sealing the windows fell off, and the two jumped off the second floor, escaping unharmed.

incredible.

Jiang Xinxin thought of something, and curiously leaned forward and asked, "Didn't you say that Yang Qingshui was kidnapped? Why didn't there be any more text, and didn't even file a case?"

Miao Yi shook his head, with a helpless expression of "can't say, can't say".

Lin Qiurong: "There must be something wrong, but the fire department judged it to be an accident, and the person concerned didn't say anything. We are not the aunts of the neighborhood committee, so we don't need to get to the bottom of it. Are there still few cases that end up being settled?"

On this day, Lin Zhilu was away on leave, and without the supervision of the captain, the team members started gossiping a lot. As they talked, they brought the topic to Lin Zhilu's emotional life.Jiang Xinxin looked like a matchmaker of the third aunt, and approached Miao Yi with a playful smile: "You were at the scene that day, reorganize the case for us to see, how did Brother Lu hug Yang Qingshui, did you confess your love by the way?"

"Don't talk nonsense." As a witness, Miao Yi said, "I've never heard of them being together."

Jiang Xinxin shook his head, "Fortunately, you are still a policeman, so you don't have the ability to speculate? I have been paying attention to this case for a long time. Could it be that Qing Shui lives at Brother Lu's house, and the two of them have a secret love for each other?"

Miao Yi expressed doubts, "The superficial evidence is too thin. Brother Lu has no expression all day long. It's hard to imagine who he is dating."

Jiang Xinxin raised his hair, expressing his confidence, "I have the key evidence in my hand. You guess that Brother Li asked for leave on purpose. Where are you now?"

Lin Zhilu, who was being discussed in private, was sitting in the waiting seat for family members in the outpatient department of the hospital, staring at Ling Yu who was not far away, his face darkened.

Yang Qingshui, who had just bandaged his calf, completely disregarded the injury, and kept asking the doctor how the old shoulder pain of Ling Yu was recovering, and whether there would be sequelae, and he was not even allowed to take orders and medicines. , Dragging his legs and going by himself.

Lin Zhilu's eyes were full of fire, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the form from Yang Qingshui's hand, and walked towards the payment window with a murderous look.