The young master and Ji came to the bar again.

Their bartender was also not very enthusiastic, so the young master and Ji had to order a glass of wine by themselves, sat down at the bar counter, and chatted with him without a word.

"They? I can't say enough about it. ”

"It was Mr. Draven who asked us to come here and ask."

Listening to the customer's opinion, he was happy to talk about the things in the hotel, and said, "They like to stay in that box at night." ”

The bartender wiped his glass, it was daytime, and there were not many people, he pointed to the door at the end of the hallway with his chin and smiled without saying a word.

The young master and Ji came from Draven first, so there was no need to explain too much, the young master faked a cough and said, "Lady Mary likes to wear a big diamond ring, I don't know if you know?" ”

The bartender recalled, "She usually wears it, but she ...... when she first consumed it with us."

The bartender pointed to a seat next to her: "She likes to sit in that position and get drunk on Saturdays, and I don't need to say what will happen to someone like her if she gets drunk here." ”

"But she still enjoys it."

"Until she met the gentleman."

Ji Qing subconsciously bit his pen and asked, "You seem to have more respect for Mr. Delevingne's tone. ”

"A friend of the owner, a shareholder of the hotel." The bartender laughed.

Ji Qing nodded and took notes again.

The young master glanced at his messy notebook, it was all fragmentary, and the evidence they had investigated, I didn't know what it was for.

"That ring should have been given by her husband, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to keep the diamond ring for the kind of behavior she was sitting there for, and maybe she would have lost it when she woke up the next day." The bartender put down his glasses, saw that they hadn't drunk much, and smiled kindly: "Another drink?" ”

The young master accepted his fate and took out the money, drank it all in his hand, and gave enough tips.

"Anything else to ask?"

"That day...... The last time you saw them together, did you see her wearing a diamond ring? The young master asked.

"I wasn't on duty that night, but I can help you ask." The bartender said, made a phone call, hung up after a while, and said to them, "I guess I wore it." ”

Because it's been so long, they can't be too strict with the bartender's memory.

"To be honest, in our eyes, she is a bit of a pompous swinger, and if one day she doesn't dress up flamboyantly, such as her big diamond ring disappears, we will definitely notice." The bartender laughed.

"So this answer is probably the correct answer, but we can't be sure."

"How long did Ms. Mary spend here before they met?" Ji Qing asked.

"Half a year young." The bartender thought for a moment and replied. "After all, we still have more attention to people like her."

"Is that two on good terms?" The young master asked.

"I don't know the relationship after closing the door, but it should be pretty good outside." The bartender laughed. "Sometimes, there might be three or four people in that room."

"Okay." The young master saw that he was almost asked, exchanged glances with Ji, and said, "If you think of something, you can contact us at any time, and we will pay you." ”

The bartender nodded, after all, if you move your mouth, you can make extra money, why not?

......

"Assuming that Lady Mary wore a large diamond ring that night, perhaps she was killed for money." The young master said, after all, the deceased's things are almost all gone, except for the mobile phone.

"Given the lady's messy relationship, the suspect is too hard to find."

Ji Qing nodded and did not refute, so far, whether it is Delevingne or Smith, there is actually a motive for killing, but Delevingne has a complete alibi.

"I have an idea." The young master said. "Let's go back and see what the lady and the professor will think."

"In fact, they are almost not involved in this case, and their ideas will be the most objective." Ji Qing sighed.

In the face of the same evidence, the young master and Ji may have subjective judgments based on the people they come into contact with, but the lady and the professor can draw more objective judgments from bystanders.

......

When I got back to the office, the professor was cooking.

The lady was there.

And strangely enough, it was the professor who was in front of the pot today, and it was the lady who cut vegetables to make salads and make soup.

The two of them were completely upside down.

In fact, before they returned.

The professor was washing the vegetables and preparing the ingredients when he heard the door open and looked back.

It's ladies.

"Don't get a little more sleep?" He turned off the faucet and turned back to the lady.

"I've been sleeping for a day." The lady smiled. "My eyes are going to be swollen."

"I'll help you."

"No, I don't." The professor pointed to the dining table outside. "Just sit and rest."

"I'll cook you dinner." The king repeated, rephrased.

The professor finally gave up his place, and the lady reached out and pulled him out to the stove, and put on his apron.

"No, you can make the salad, I'll take care of the rest." The professor said.

The lady looked at him suspiciously, the sun really came out in the west.

"Don't let oil smoke your skin." The professor took her around the waist and gently lowered her to the side.

The lady stretched out her hand, her hand seemed to be rougher than that of the old gentleman, and she smiled at the professor: "If the two of us have to maintain one person, we should take care of you, a noble old gentleman." ”

The professor pretended to put his hand next to her, his hand was much larger, because it was stretched out like this, and the veins protruded a little, and the lady was the same, and he asked, "How can I make your hand more delicate than mine?" ”

"How long do you need to maintain it and how many skincare products do you spend?"

The lady smiled self-deprecatingly, there were a lot of calluses on it, some small scars, as a girl, maybe a little rough too much, that can't be raised, right?

"So I set a small goal, how long do you think it will take me to get rougher than those hands?"

The king looked up into his eyes, and he smiled, and the little boys were not there anyway, and she stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this. ”

"But I want to."

"Okay." Wang compromised, anyway, it's just cooking, where can his hands be rough?

She let go of her hand, took off her apron, hung it on him, and tied it around his waist.

So there was this scene that the little boys saw when they came back.

Ji Qing looked at it for a while, covered his face, and said, "The two of them really look like old husbands and wives." ”

"But that's how they used to be?" The young master whispered.

In fact, the young master just doesn't have this kind of family, and he can't feel some subtle changes when he plays a lot on the spot.

There is still no chemical protective suit, he seems to be able to face the oil smoke calmly, really, why do I even have to say calmly to stir-fry a dish.

In fact, there is a range hood, and the kind of protection he used to have was a bit too much.

It's still a warm dinner.