If I were to be on the podium at this moment, the first thing I would like to thank is my nose————

From the man in the suit, I smelled the pungent fox odor, which is the aforementioned smell of gloom. Then I noticed that his hair had just been cut.

Speaking of which, some readers may still be confused, so I think it is necessary and necessary to help you sort it out.

We started again at the hospital———— diluting my doubts a little after Dr. Lee pointed out that Dr. Zhao was wearing a sterile gown that smelled of scabness.

It wasn't until I noticed that Dr. Zhao's hair was blonde (it was shiny, but that wasn't the point.) Then he called Hao Ren again and asked him to confiscate the sterile gown with black hair and stubble in his hood as suspected evidence.

That's why I couldn't wait to ask Dr. Shui Chun if he had cut his hair recently.

Now let's cut back to the topic again, just now I smelled the sorrow on the man in the suit, and when I saw his newly cut black hair, I immediately became surprised.

So I turned around and hurriedly pulled out my phone and found the penultimate number that I had recently and frequently called on the phone of the SUNNY driver who had returned to the hospital in the sticky note I had stored on the note (because the penultimate number was the police number).

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't dial it out immediately, because I had just dialed this number. That's right, it's the number I wrote down from my dreams.

We have also traced this number, and surprisingly, the person who registered the information has been old for many years. Then I dialed the number, and that was the same scene as before.

The man in the suit turned out to be the murderer of the driver of the SUNNY car, and some people may be more serious and should call him a "suspect".

I would like to say that if you can empathize, you will understand that the theory of "suspect" does not exist at all.

After DNA comparison, the shredded hair in the hood of the sterile suit is indeed from the man in the suit, of course, this is a later story.

In fact, we can sort out the method of killing the driver of the SUNNY car by the man in the suit without interrogation, but some dispensable details are missing.

I never thought that he would refuse to admit it in the face of ironclad evidence, including the motive for killing, of course.

It's just that on the chance of killing (two murders, especially the one in the hospital, he had no alibi), he is surprisingly unpretentious.

He was calm throughout the interrogation, as if he were just a bystander and the murderer was someone else.

None of this is important, what matters is the truth, and he must admit that it is necessary for us to wait for the truth.

Waiting is a human exchange, whether hypocritical or evil, like a magnet attracting iron nails, so that those who rush to it are happy, but there are always people who are excluded.

Just as no matter how evil a person is, he has friends, and no matter how good a person is, there are enemies, and there are no absolutes in the world.

Here, it is necessary to clarify: interrogation has never been my concern, and even more so I have a new job.

I'm sorry, but I have to turn back the time once again and let us go back to the day when Jin Yuyao asked me to dinner.

In fact, before I went out, I also answered a phone call. The call was from Shuiyuan.

She said she didn't have time, and asked me to go to the beautiful closet on the pedestrian street in front of the temple to buy the pair of jeans she tried on when we were shopping together the other day.

What I had been worried about still happened, and I used to think about it every time I thought about it, but now I am finally at ease. She didn't go with her, which was much better than I expected.

It is a boutique women's clothing store located on the pedestrian street in front of the temple.

I only have a vague impression of its location, but even with my eyes closed, I can feel it because of the distinctive sandalwood scent in the store.

Maybe God is fair, so that I have a radar-like nose when my face is blind.

It's still a familiar taste, and it's just a split second before it reappears yesterday.

However, what is reproduced is only the picture, all the true feelings have become cold memories, and there is no tiredness and boredom anymore, only attachment.

It's like taking a sip of red wine, and the sweetness left on the tongue after being spicy and astringent.

Fortunately, when she tried it on that day, I helped take the photo, so it was not difficult to follow the map, and I certainly knew the size.

"Won't you give it a try?" When it comes to sound, I have to admit that it's a real treat for the ears.

"You ......" I was going to say that you would try it for me, but as soon as I saw her blushing familiar face, the anger that was still gathering immediately vanished.

Having said that, at noon the second day after the man in the suit was arrested, I hurried to the pedestrian street in front of the temple after a symbolic perfunctory few bites of food.

Because the waist of the pants I bought for Shui Yuan yesterday is one size smaller, yes, the waist of her pants is indeed 26, but this time it is different, this is a pair of low-waisted pants.

It turns out that women's waistlines, like their moods, can change at any time.

After trying it on last night, she was supposed to change it by herself today, but I couldn't stand my repeated insistence that I should take responsibility for my mistakes.

It's just that when I insist, I always linger on the feeling of déjà vu in sandalwood. Maybe it's because hazy is the most beautiful and desirable.

It turns out that there are always things in life that don't happen because of your expectations and efforts.

The sky was gray, the cold wind was blowing vigorously, and the pedestrian street in front of the temple was empty.

Occasionally, a few figures flashed out of the store, and immediately burrowed into the store next to it, only the homeless man not far away was still standing resolutely in the wind, rummaging in the garbage bin paranoidly.

Like the homeless, although I was in it, I didn't feel desolate, but felt warm in my heart, maybe the smell of sandalwood gave me expectations.

Although I was determined enough, something suddenly disrupted my steps.

Except for the whirring of the wind in my ears, I barely heard anything out of the ordinary.

I saw that people from each store came out one after another, gradually converging towards the front place, and the originally quiet street suddenly became lively.

I also changed direction and walked briskly towards the crowd, but not to join in the fun, but with a vague sense that I might need to deal with it.

Sure enough, when I pulled out my ID and squeezed into the crowd, I saw only one man, a man with a full GLL to be exact.

Lying on his back on the ground, with a smile on his face, although he died on the spot, his XT's huge YW is still strong, majestic, and has the courage to look at death as home.

The most surprising thing is the three words "I am guilty" on it.

"I am guilty", I have never heard of this kind of confession.