God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Yao Jingrong's private office is deserted, just like his deserted mansion that looks like a rough house.

Yao Jingrong poured a cup of hot water, threw two tablets of calming tonics into it, and handed it to Wen Xichun: "Drink some water first."

Looking at the embarrassing and deformed self reflected in the water glass, Wen Xichun curled his fingers slightly, and slowly picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Just halfway through the drink, he suddenly realized what? He raised his head: "Whose glass is this?"

"mine."

Wen Xichun took a sip? Hot water sprayed out three meters away.

He wiped his clothes vigorously, and his temper suddenly came up again: "Can't you find a disposable paper cup? What's the difference between this and an indirect kiss."

"There are no more paper cups, so I'll just use them." Yao Jingrong's answers were always plausible, and Wen Xichun's anger hit his heart.

"You first? Don't be angry, I've washed all the cups, calm down and take a deep breath~" Yao Jingrong said with a smile.

Wen Xichun put the cup heavily on the table and wiped his clothes restlessly.

"Actually, I came to you to give you a simple psychological counseling."

Wen Xichun: "No need, I'm not fragile, let alone what kind of injury."

"It's not a question of fragility or fragility. After being exposed to murder for a long time or facing some objects that cause psychological panic and discomfort, people will experience psychological tension, anxiety and depression, and even suffer from post-traumatic stress. Response disorder, if it is serious, there may be a strong suicidal tendency." Yao Jingrong also found some picture cases and showed Wen Xichun.

"The dismemberment case of the Chinese bus in [-] was like this. At that time, many passengers on the bus had this symptom. Even the first policeman who entered the bus to dispose of the corpse couldn't bear the pepper after a few years. ??? Tang Shou then committed suicide."

Wen Xichun has heard about this case. It seems that a Chinese criminal killed a local resident in front of everyone on a long-distance bus in Canada, and dismembered him to eat meat.

"Perhaps you feel that you are used to corpses, and it won't have much impact on you, but? These influences are subtle and subtle. When you are in this environment all the time, you will even dream of these bloody scenes, yes what?"

Wen Xichun looked at Yao Jingrong. He couldn't deny that what Yao Jingrong said was true, but he didn't want to admit it and refuted his own face.

But? Yao Jingrong understood his thoughts at a glance: "Don't feel embarrassed, you are not a god, it's normal to have such a mentality."

He walked slowly to Wen Xichun's side, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked Wen Xichun's cheek, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"And my mission is to save you, whether it was before or now."

An inexplicable sentence, coupled with the fact that Yao Jingrong's hand temperature was too low, Wen Xichun couldn't help shivering.

After a while, he finally raised his head and looked at Yao Jingrong in a daze. It seemed that after a fierce struggle in his heart, he finally opened his mouth:

"Have I forgotten something? In my memory, there are always some fragmented fragments, but they can't be spliced ​​into a complete scene. Among them, there is you."

Yao Jingrong smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will remember it one day if I forget it, but I want to forget it, so don't bother trying to get it back."

Wen Xichun seems to understand but not understand.

"Then, do you want to remember? Come on." The deep voice whispered in my ears with a slight hint of coaxing.

Wen Xichun didn't know how to answer this question, because he didn't know whether these possible lost memories were good or bad for him.

"Well, let's do a little experiment." Yao Jingrong walked to the window and pulled the curtain to the bottom.

The originally bright room instantly became dim. In this environment, people once wanted to close their eyes and have a good sleep.

He turned off the light again, and in an instant, only a faint light could be seen in the room.

Yao Jingrong pulled Wen Xichun up, and lay down on the sofa beside him.

The woolen sofa caresses the stiff skin like a soft hand? It soothes the restless mood a little bit.

"Close your eyes, relax, imagine yourself as a lazy cat, and find the most comfortable position to lie down." Yao Jingrong's voice became clearer in the darkness.

His head was dizzy, and his body suddenly? As if? Into a ball of soft cotton, he lay down wantonly, pulled all the strength out of his body, and imagined that he was just a kitten basking in the sun after eating and drinking.

As time passed by, Wen Xichun gradually felt tired.

"Now, you seem to have come to the most familiar place, where is it?"

A voice sounded softly in the darkness?.

Wen Xichun lay on the cotton and slowly stood up.

There was darkness in front of him, except for a small spot of light not far away.

He gradually walked towards the spot of light, and when he got close, he realized that he was now in a long dark passage, and that small spot of light was the only exit?

Wen Xichun hesitated, wondering if he should move on.

"Go a little further and see what's behind you?" The deep voice gradually became gentle, as if Wen Xichun's original uneasy mood also relaxed a little bit.

Stepped out of the hole? Suddenly found——

There was an old alley in front of me, and the alley was dyed orange red in the evening and sunset, with wires criss-crossing overhead, forming a black net.

There are many residents on both sides of the alley, chatting and laughing happily, discussing the strange things that happened today.

A slender girl in a school uniform walked slowly in with her schoolbag on her back. Her back was full of beautiful youthful colors, and her tall, tightly bunched ponytail flicked and flicked as the girl walked.

"Aunt, do you want to eat fried eggplant tonight?" The girl warmly greeted an aunt next to her who was washing vegetables.

When the aunt saw the girl, she immediately lost her smile and said, "Yuanyuan, when will you come to our house to tutor your little brother again."

"Come when you are free." The girl nodded, and continued to walk in with her slender legs.

Wen Xichun stood behind and followed the girl.

He wanted to see the girl's face clearly.

But? The girl seemed to be walking very fast, and no matter how hard I chased him, I still fell behind her by a large margin.

When the girl reached the end of the alley, she finally stopped. She gently opened the door in front of her, and took off her schoolbag casually.

Wen Xichun quickly followed.

"Brother, I'm back." The girl called softly, took off her school uniform jacket, and walked straight to one of the rooms.

"Stinging—" The sound of cooking sounded, followed by pungent oily smoke.

The girl coughed twice, but she didn't intend to leave. Instead, she poked half of her head out from the door frame:

"Brother, will mom work the night shift tonight?"

"Well, the meal will be ready soon, why don't you wash your hands?" There was a reply from the kitchen.

Wen Xichun was stunned.

This voice—

So familiar.

Isn't this your own voice?

He immediately leaned over to find out.

Standing in the kitchen was a tall, slender boy. He was struggling to hold a large iron pot, trying to make a big stir-fry.

This appearance, this voice, isn't this my twenty- to ten-year-old self?

What am I doing at the age of [-]? It seems that I am preparing for the exam because I failed the college entrance examination in the first year.

"Brother, let me help you." The girl entered the kitchen again and flicked her wet hands.

But... for some reason, she always turned her back to him, and he hasn't seen her face until now.

My [-]-year-old self was still working hard to cook dinner, and didn't hear what the girl said.

The girl stood behind her for a while, then suddenly raised her foot and walked forward, gently hugging herself who was cooking from behind.

"Brother... I like you so much." The girl slowly tightened her hands.

"Hey, I like you too, go and set the table and chopsticks." The [-]-year-old himself was sweating profusely from cooking, and he didn't seem to have a big reaction to his sister's affectionate expression of love.

Because they are siblings, all this seems normal.

Wen Xichun slowly opened his eyes wide.

"Do you have a mental problem! How did I give birth to something like you! Disgusting me?!" The screen suddenly became distorted, as if it gradually disappeared after the end of the plot and finally turned into a black screen, and when the screen turned, it was still this old Small house.

A curly-haired woman was facing her back, and the room was in chaos, and a boy was sitting at her feet, trembling all over, his eyes wide open, filled with horror.

And that boy is my twenty-year-old self.

Suddenly, the sense of fear struck again, like a small hammer hitting his head hard.

Subconsciously, Wen Xichun had the desire to run away. Although he really wanted to know what happened, a voice in his mind kept shouting anxiously:

"Run!"

Desperate, Wen Xichun rushed out of the hut.

The sky outside is still blood-stained.

He didn't take two steps when he suddenly kicked a hard object with his toes.

He lowered his head mechanically—

One corpse, two corpses, countless corpses, the alleys were piled up with strange corpses, blood flowed like a river, and the whole alley was soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

"Officer Wen, help me—" those corpses suddenly spoke, blood and tears oozing from their empty eye sockets.

Wen Xichun felt dizzy for a while, and the air around his mouth seemed to be drawn away bit by bit.

He wanted to escape, but behind him was the horrible hut, and in front of him were corpses everywhere.

Don't know, don't know where to go.

Wen Xichun was about to collapse. He leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down, covering his ears helplessly with his hands, trying to force out the dense sounds of grievances from his mind.

Just when he was flustered and helpless, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

A pair of delicate leather shoes, slender and graceful feet.

Wen Xichun raised his head suddenly.

Looking back against the light, the visitor's face was surrounded by a smudged red glow.

"Wen Xichun." The visitor spoke softly.

Can't see his face clearly.

"I can save you, but accordingly, you have to pay a small price." The visitor's tone was extremely joking, without any sincerity, Wen Xichun didn't dare to move.

The man opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Wen Xichun didn't hear clearly.

It's just that after he finished speaking, the surrounding red clouds gradually dispersed, and the crowded and old alley slowly collapsed——

Wen Xichun opened his eyes suddenly, took a deep breath, and the sense of panic still persisted.

He gulps? Gulps? Panting heavily, his gaze moves upwards slowly.

It was still the deserted forensic office, and the pervert Wang Yao Jingrong who always seemed to have malicious intentions.

"I..." Wen Xichun opened his mouth tremblingly. He is full of strong desire to express now, but he doesn't know where to start.

Suddenly, he sat up and rushed towards Yao Jingrong, as if he had exhausted all his strength to hug him tightly.

"help me……"

Yao Jingrong narrowed his eyes, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, he also bent down, hugged Wen Xichun back with all his strength, and gently patted his back with one hand:

"Good baby, don't be afraid, I will save you, after all, I'm the only one who can save you, right?"

Holding Yao Jingrong, the tension seemed to be slightly relieved.

"Do you still want to know about those so-called lost memories?"

Wen Xichun shook his head: "I think, but? I know I shouldn't."

"Well~ very good, when you are sure you shouldn't know, then don't think about it anymore."

He reached out and took the cold water glass on the table: "So now, drink some water?"

Wen Xichun turned his head and looked at the water glass held by Cibai's fingers——

"Is it still the cup you used?"

Yao Jingrong laughed until his veins popped: "Yes, drink it quickly."

****

"Boss? How do you look? You look refreshed? Tell me, where did you go for fun?"

As soon as he entered the police station, Huang Jiu first noticed that Wen Xichun was very different from before.In the past, he always looked bitter and bitter, and coupled with the recent frequent murders, he was like a walking dead. I am very happy" three words were written on the face.

"I just suddenly wanted to understand something, but you, why don't you go to investigate the case? What are you holding in your hand, a badminton racket?"

Huang Jiu quietly hid the badminton racket behind his back: "No, the brothers are all out for police investigation, let me take care of the house, anyway, I have nothing to do, swing the racket twice to practice biceps."

Wen Xichun sneered: "Then you have something to do now."

Ten minutes later, Huang Jiuru, who was watching the monitoring machine without emotion, was tied to a chair by Wen Xichun, and could only look at the computer in front of him.

"Ruimei? The factory's surveillance system is simply a decoration, without a memory card, so we can only narrow the scope as much as possible to check the black vehicles that appeared within a hundred miles of the unfinished building last night."

The two of them just stared at the screen for more than an hour? Coincidentally, there was no black vehicle with the tail number 2 passing by at all, and the vehicle that appeared must have one of these two conditions. do not match.

"Boss, do you think the uncle on duty may have misread it? After all, it's dark and the light is not good. Maybe he is presbyopic when he is old."

"This matter, how should I put it, I am more inclined to think that the uncle is right, but the murderer? He deliberately blocked and changed the license plate number. After all, he dared to drive in and out of places where there are no cameras. Generally, the murderer has no problem with his head. ? Wouldn't do that."

Huang Jiu suddenly realized that what he said was too reasonable.

"The modified number is 2, so what are the numbers that are blocked by the modification?"

Wen Xichun took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few numbers casually:

0, 8, 9

"These three numbers, continue to check."

As soon as the voice fell, the office phone rang again like a reminder.

The hospital called to inform that the student sent over last night had become conscious, and the police can now come over to make a statement.

"You continue to check the license plate number, I'll go to the hospital."

When he saw the current situation of that student, Wen Xichun couldn't help but sighed "too miserable" in his heart.

The child was wrapped in gauze like a mummy, the effect of the anesthesia had worn off, and he was screaming and dying of pain.And his parents sat on the side wiping tears, and angrily reprimanded the "murderer" after he was caught. He must be cut into pieces.

Wen Xichun sat next to the child and helped him tuck the quilt.

"Is it better?" He asked softly.

The child is very smart, and when he heard Wen Xichun's voice, he immediately recognized that he was the person who saved his life by digging himself out of the wood pile last night.

"Uncle, thank you..." He mumbled.

"Just call me brother." Wen Xichun took out his notebook, "Although I know your wound? It still hurts, but it's to find the murderer as soon as possible and bring him to justice. I hope you can cooperate with me. I will try my best. Let you speak less? Talk, you only need to answer yes or no now. "

The poor child nodded and sighed slightly.

"Did you hear the murderer's voice?"

"Yes."

"A middle-aged man?"

"Yes."

"Does he smell strange?"

"no……"

Sure enough, as Yao Jingrong guessed, the murderer was a kind-looking man with clean clothes.

"Have you seen the face of the murderer?"

"I saw...but I didn't see clearly."

"What are you wearing?"

The student thought for a while: "The black suit..."

"We found an Art word at the scene, did you write it?"

"Ah."

"Then trouble you to say as much as possible, why did you leave this Chinese word for art?"

"Because of him, ask me questions, three, two about art, Rembrandt and eh, art neurons."

Great, this is a very useful thread.

Analyzing it, ordinary people are more likely to know Rembrandt, but Art Neuron is a relatively unorthodox work, and it has only been translated into Chinese in recent years. The translator is a professor of a certain art college. In the south beyond the five provinces, it is unlikely to commit crimes across provinces, and there is still a female professor.

So, who knows this book, there is a high probability that it is a group of people who have had in-depth contact with art.

A middle-aged man who is engaged in an art-related occupation, wears a suit, is very particular about personal hygiene, and owns a black car with a license plate number ending in 0/2/8/9, so the information is sufficient and clear.

Wen Xichun stood up and stood up. Although he knew that the child could not see him, he still saluted him solemnly:

"Come here first today, take a good rest."

When going out, he bumped into the person who was about to enter.

Wen Xichun rubbed his nose and raised his eyes.

"It's not that I'm in charge, why are you here?" Of course, there will be no other person besides Yao Jingrong.

"I'm anxious, come and have a look, I have asked all the questions, and now the murderer's information is very clear." Wen Xichun handed him the small notebook.

Looking at his scratched manicure, Yao Jingrong suppressed a smile.

"I'll send the information to the criminal investigation department now, and we'll just wait for the arrest."

After investigation by the criminal investigation department based on the available information, they finally locked their target on an art teacher named Sun Peisheng in Baishu Middle School.

So, on Valentine's Day, in the teacher's conference room, the art teacher named Sun Peisheng was taken away by the police for investigation on suspicion of intentional homicide under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The administrative director who was presiding over the meeting never expected that the gentle and polite art teacher in front of him, who was trained by the school, would be related to the vicious murder that happened not long ago.

When Sun Peisheng saw the policeman, he subconsciously ran to the window and wanted to jump out of the window to escape, but was picked up by the criminal police team like a chicken.

Biology? Teacher: "It's really unexpected? Ah, a person who looks so gentle turns out to be a murderer."

Chinese teacher: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing the heart, I am afraid now when I think about it."

Geography teacher: "If it is confirmed that he is the murderer, I hope the police will give him a heavy sentence. This kind of social cancer can't let him continue to get away with it."

Grade Director: "Let me first declare that this person has absolutely no mental problems. Don't use mental illness to blame him."

Sun Peisheng was taken to the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation, because these multiple cases had caused serious social impact and panic, so he was handed over to the Chief of the Criminal Investigation Section for interrogation.

Unusual, the section chief patted Wen Xichun on the shoulder earnestly:

"You've worked really hard recently, I'll give you a compensatory day off tomorrow, and take a good rest at home."

Looking at Sun Peisheng who was crying in pain in the interrogation room, Wen Xichun always felt uneasy.

I always feel that something is wrong.

"Chief, if something happens, let me know immediately, and I will be there right away." Before leaving, Wen Xichun did not forget to remind him.

****

On Valentine's Day, shops in the streets and alleys hang up? Related? Activities, the city is full of excitement, and the young lovers rush to the next destination with bouquets of flowers and smiles on their faces.

Wen Xichun stood at the door of his house, looking at the message from Yao Jingrong:

[Didn't you buy a beautiful dress? Although you may not need it anymore, don't waste it. It matches your beautiful nails just right. 】

Although I don't think that's the reason, but I'm right, I haven't had time to remove the manicure, if a big man with such a hand is going around outside, it's hard to guarantee that he won't be ranked second. The headline hot search of the day.

"Shocking! A man holding delicate manicure in both hands, is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality!"

He looked at the floral skirt on the bed, thought for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand to it?——

On the street at seven o'clock at night, a slender woman with slender legs appeared in the crowd. The big light brown waves looked shiny and elastic, and the small face that was slapped was as white and delicate as falling snow. The little man waist stood on the street, and the LSPs all paid attention to this side.

Beauty? Girls are good at everything, but their walking posture is not very elegant.

Wearing five or six centimeter high-heeled shoes, she walked in a hurry, as if she was rushing to hit the mistress.

"Eh, so tall? Ah, are you a model?" Someone in the crowd began to discuss in a low voice.

"Beauty? Our bar is recruiting dancers, are you interested in trying?" Even, there are pimps chasing after her.

The beauty stopped, and slowly turned her head——

His indifferent eyes were full of fear, as if he was about to tear people apart and eat them in the next second.

The pimp shivered in fright, and quickly stepped aside: "You are busy, you are busy."

Passing through layers of crowds, seeing when they are about to arrive at their destination?

In the crowd, an overly tall figure appeared abruptly without any surprise.

"Hey little brother, please leave a contact information."

"What does little brother do, is he a model? Could it be a star who hasn't debuted yet?"

Two little girls were chattering around that figure, their eyes glowing with love, and they almost said directly, "You are so handsome, I want to sleep with you for one night".

The beautiful girl strode over, stopped beside the man, and gave him a hard look.

"Ah, sorry, my girlfriend is here." The man smiled.

The two girls raised their heads and looked up at the handsome couple before leaving in disappointment.

"Team Wen, the skirt really suits you." God damn Yao Jingrong couldn't tell whether this sentence was a compliment or a sarcasm.

Wen Xichun put on a cold face, ignored him, and walked straight into the restaurant.

The Valentine's Day restaurant is full of roses, balloons and melodious music.

Wen Xichun sat down and began to scratch his head with his hands.

This wig is too itchy to wear, it's uncomfortable.

"Don't scratch it, it's all crooked." Yao Jingrong raised his head from the menu, looked at Wen Xichun's tight little face that could stretch cotton, and smiled and straightened his wig for him.

"Yao Jingrong, do you know that my mind is full of obscenities against you now."

Yao Jingrong continued to laugh: "I know, but? It's a lady outside, so pay attention to your image."

Wen Xichun glared at him, raised his chest and raised his head. He retracted the arm placed on the table and sat down obediently.

After closing the menu and carefully looking at the beauty in front of him, Yao Jingrong expressed his sincere admiration:

"You look so pretty tonight."

"Plop—" the heart beat violently.

This bastard, it's clear that he wants to be beaten for saying such a thing, but? Why does he feel nervous and... shy after hearing him say that.

Today's Yao Jingrong seems to have also deliberately dressed up, her small head is neat and straight, and the tailored shirt wraps her thin and healthy waist, exuding a strange Horror from inside to outside, from top to bottom Mongolian.

Wen Xichun looked away.

With the soothing and melodious music, the steak that looks expensive is served.

Wen Xichun used his hand with nails attached to it? Trouble grabbing it? The knife and fork, which are already handy? Clumsy, this time it is like an unskilled butcher, only ruthless, and cut the steak on the plate. Mess.

Just as Wen Xichun was cursing this damn Western culture in his heart, a square-cut steak was inserted on a silver fork and brought to his mouth.

He raised his head and looked over.

Yao Jingrong had no expression on his face, and what he insisted on saying was stubborn. He stretched out his hand? and brought the cut steak to Wen Xichun's mouth.

Wen Xichun looked around vigilantly, lowered his voice and said, "Put it down, I have my own hands?"

Yao Jingrong pretended not to hear? He was stubborn? He absolutely refused to compromise.

But? Wen Xichun couldn't stop himself from being shameless, so he was afraid that others would pay attention to his side, so he mumbled for a long time and finally obediently opened his mouth and bit the steak meat.

"Is it delicious, Chunchun?"

"Shut up, you are shameless, I want more."

Yao Jingrong laughed and shook his head helplessly: "Although I was scolded by you all night, I still want to say, here—"

He raised his hand and pointed to the position of his chest.

"sweet."

Wen Xichun: ...

"Sometimes, being scolded is also a kind of happiness."

The poor knife and fork was about to bend into a mosquito coil in Wen Xichun's hands.

"Huh? Two guests!" At this moment, a greasy voice floated from the side.

The waiter, holding a bouquet of white roses, slid forward to the two of them, smiling like a rat stealing oil.

"Tonight we have a special program for Valentine's Day. Couples who kiss for more than [-] seconds can get..."

"Get lost." Before the waiter could finish speaking, Wen Xichun interrupted coldly.

The following must be nonsense, don't listen to it.

The waiter smiled awkwardly: "Then I won't bother you two. Eat and drink well. I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years."

After speaking, slip away.

"If you don't want to, don't think about it. Why are you swearing?" Yao Jingrong said with a smile.

Wen Xichun later realized that he really shouldn't take his anger towards Yao Jingrong on others, but this waiter didn't have the eyesight. He had never seen any "couple" with a look of murderous intent.

The meal was unremarkable, and now Wen Xichun just wanted to leave after eating, his hair was itchy, and his ankle hurt so much.

Yao Jingrong followed behind him with a suit in his arms.

On the bustling river bank, two high-rise buildings stand in a forest, and the LED screens on the surface of the buildings are reflected by the gorgeous lights.

"XXX, I love you." A rich man bought the most romantic confession on this special day.

Unconsciously, Wen Xichun stopped, and then looked over.

The night wind blows? Yao Jingrong's special fragrance gradually spread in the air.

"Tonight belongs to me, right?" Yao Jingrong suddenly asked.

Wen Xichun didn't understand, and the surroundings were very noisy, and there were couples posing to confess their love everywhere.

The other party chuckled, and before he could react, his face was held up.

The thin lips continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, and a soft warmth suddenly fell on his forehead that had been blown cold by the cold wind.

Wen Xichun suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembling.

Yao Jingrong took out a small blue velvet box from his coat pocket, opened it, and inside lay a platinum and diamond ring quietly.

"Although men usually wear a ring with a bare ring, but? I am more vulgar and like diamonds."

Without further ado, he took Wen Xichun's hand? Looking at his ridiculous expression that hadn't recovered from the shock, he directly took this opportunity to put the diamond ring lightly on Wen Xichun's middle finger.

"Thinking about it, although it has nothing to do with it, I should buy you a gift for Valentine's Day."

He grabbed Wen Xichun's hand, put it on his heart and rubbed it: "After tonight, we are still good colleagues, but now, the ring is covering you, so you won't be allowed to run away."

At this time, Wen Xichun was so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He looked at the diamond ring on his hand like a fool, and then at Yao Jingrong, as if his only bit of IQ had been taken away.

"Okay, let's take you home?" Yao Jingrong asked.

Wen Xichun said "ah" dully, and suddenly took a few steps back.

My heart was very confused and panicked, I didn't know what reaction I should make to be more appropriate, beat him up?Or... follow the tide?

The cold wind whizzed by, blowing? His wig.

Yao Jingrong put the coat in his hand on him: "Put it on when it's cold."

"I, I, I will go home by myself." Wen Xichun took another step back, which could almost reach the Pacific Ocean.

But it was the feet that were wearing high heels that hurt terribly, so with such a step, I staggered a little.

Without flinching, Yao Jingrong took a step forward and hugged him up by the waist: "I'll see you off, your legs can't walk anymore, right?"

The sudden suspension of his body caused Wen Xichun to flail his arms and legs in a frenzied manner. Finally, he firmly hugged Yao Jingrong's neck, and subconsciously retracted his body, just like that, into his arms.

"Officer Wen, you are so light, weigh a hundred catties."

The splendid street, the warm atmosphere, the tall and tall figure hugging the admirer slowly through the crowded crowd, as if it could go on forever——

****

"Om—" the sound of vibration was endless.

Wen Xichun slowly opened his eyes, seeing the familiar rental house in front of him.

He touched the phone and glanced at the incoming call.

It is the unique number of the police station.

Wen Xichun was startled, he sat up suddenly and quickly picked up the phone.

"Boss, let me report to you about the progress of the work. We interrogated Sun Peisheng together with the section chief, and the result was that... the high school student was killed by him, but he refused to accept the other three murders. Admit it, so we studied the modus operandi of the next few victims and the victims of the high school overnight, and analyzed that the three murders were indeed not committed by him, and he also had sufficient alibi when the crimes occurred .”

Wen Xichun hurriedly put on his clothes, stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and said vaguely: "Then how did he know the murderer's handling method? We haven't disclosed it to the public, have we?"

"He confessed that he had a relative who worked at the police station. He heard what the relative said, so he followed suit."

Wen Xichun hurried out the door: "I'll be there right away."

At this time, the chief of the department suddenly shouted on the phone: "Huang Jiu, you are really free. Didn't you say this matter is temporary? Don't talk to your literary team. When are you doing things? You talk as fast as you do." Enough."

Wen Xichun smiled wryly: "It's okay, section chief, I've had enough sleep, I'll go now."

When they came to the police station, almost all the police officers involved in handling the case came, including Yao Jingrong who participated in the autopsy...