Ding Ai was inexplicably a little aggrieved.

She always felt that the real mastermind was one step ahead of her. But the things that the special police superintendent found from Zhao Zihua's house proved that the man was the murderer, and there was no doubt that he was the murderer.

Is she overthinking......

In fact, Zhao Yu's death and Zhao Zihua's personal behavior are just coincidences, and the thirteen serial murders in Jiangcheng have nothing to do with Ding Mingqi's livestock.

Ding Ai's whole face was buried in the pillow on the sofa, and his mind drifted, but he felt that his side was sinking. Another sat down beside him.

Ding Ai turned his head awkwardly, and saw the man's good-looking face without dead ends under the white weaving lamp.

"Jian San......" Ding Ai called out a little cowardly, and the word "brother" didn't even come out in the end.

Because she still had half of her face buried in the pillow, and she was lying on her stomach with a nasal voice, she didn't even notice that her voice at the moment was indescribably soft and glutinous, and even had a bit of coquettishness.

The man's eyes darkened slightly.

He approached her, and with a rare resonance he replied with a meaningless "um".

Ding Ai's chest was agitated, as if he was encouraged by some emotion, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you also think Zhao Zihua is a murderer?" ”

To Ding Ai's surprise, the man, who had always been shrewd and intuitive, actually said "um" again.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured down, extinguishing most of Ding Ai's enthusiasm.

"Hmm" you big-headed ghost.

She buried half of her face back in the pillow in some anger.

Unexpectedly, a man's deep voice came from his ear: "He is one of them." ”

"Huh?" Ding Ai immediately turned around when she heard this, but the man's handsome face was almost in front of her at some point, and she subconsciously shrank back-

"What did you say?"

Seeing her reaction in the bottom of her eyes, the man's ink-like sword eyebrows were slightly raised.

"What are you hiding?"

Ding Ai didn't expect him not to answer the rhetorical question, he was stunned for a moment, and calmed down.

She propped her upper body half-up on her elbows, almost eye level with him, close enough to see her shadow in his dark pupils.

Ding Ai stared at him, and suddenly smiled a little lazily, with a bit of non-malicious teasing in his smile: "Third Brother Jian's fairy-like beauty, Ding is a mortal, I have seen too much recently, and I can't stand it." ”

The beauty of the ghostly third brother Jian is one of the three unspeakable taboos in the rivers and lakes alongside the law of eternal life.

In recent days, she has felt that her relationship with him has become strange.

Committing his taboos like this can both remind him and be wary of himself.

Whether it is status or position, this person is not a man she can get.

Since she knew that one day she would have to draw a line, she shouldn't have "gotten used to" him so quickly.

Ding Ai was originally prepared for the next trial of hypocrisy and reality.

Who knows, the man who has always cherished words like gold has the same expression, and even replied to her very unnutritiously: "Just look at the habit." ”

Ding Ai shook and instantly suspected that he was hallucinating.

She subconsciously blurted out: "What did you say? ”

Seeing that she almost sat up from the sofa in surprise, a flash of laughter appeared on the man's cold face.

The smile was like a light snow flying over the valley under the moon, passing quickly, leaving only a little fluorescence and a chill in the heart.

It's just that in the cold, there is a little bit of an indescribable itch that I want to catch.

Ding Dujun swallowed his saliva and stabilized his mind.

Premature life.

Who knew that her psychological construction had not yet been completed, but there was a sudden slight pain in her forehead, and she heard a "thump" through her skull-"hiss-"

She covered her forehead and looked at him in disbelief, "What are you doing playing my head?" ”

The smile on the man's face seemed to be just her hallucination, and the itch in her heart disappeared in an instant. Just listen to his voice and throw her a sentence neatly: "Fool." ”

"Huh?" So what do you want, young master?

His gaze circled around her face, and he said lightly: "The autopsy report of Fang Youming's scorched corpse, the murderer took the contents of Fang Youming's stomach. ”

Only then did Ding Ai realize that the other party had gone back to the case for some reason. She secretly slandered his "beauty" in the heart, but she didn't dare to provoke any more provocative expressions on her face, and immediately frowned very cooperatively and asked, "So what?" ”

"There are only two possibilities for removing the stomach contents. The first is to prevent the police from judging the real time of the crime by the contents of the stomach; The second is that Fang Youming has death information in his stomach that the murderer does not want the police to find. ”

Ding Ai, who was still pretending to cooperate, couldn't help but sink his mind after hearing this, and subconsciously nodded as if he didn't understand.

She has a high degree of attainment in Chinese medicine and has studied Western medicine. But there is almost no space in the field of forensic science.

Jian Tianqi said: "No matter which of these two possibilities, there is only one purpose, that is, the murderer does not want to reveal his identity." ”

Ding Ai's pupils shrank suddenly: "But Zhao Zihua doesn't care about revealing his identity......"

"And the timing of the death is also very strange."

After the thirteenth case, Zhao Zihua did not commit any more crimes, and he took the initiative to go to Zhuhai with him. If he doesn't go, the superintendent of special police won't be able to get hold of it. The reason 'it's time' in his suicide note is actually untenable. ”

Ding Ai suddenly said: "So there are other people who set fire to Xishan." ”

Jian Tianqi was silent, but Ding Ai read the agreement from his expression.

Her heart was relieved, and she subconsciously leaned forward to him: "So do you think Zhao Zihua killed someone?" ”

He took in the movements of her subconscious close relatives.

This woman is like a wild cat.

On weekdays, people don't go into the lazy appearance, you can stretch out your claws at any time, and obediently take the initiative to get close to people, but it's very cute.

Not to mention that she is small and soft, and it feels unexpectedly good to hold.

But the cat is very vigilant and intuitive, and the slightest excessive intimacy will scare her away again.

If you want to domesticate, you can only slowly figure it out.

While his thoughts were floating, Jian Tianqi continued without moving: "Murder requires the Zhao family's pulse and tendon technique to confuse the victim's consciousness, even if Zhao Zihua didn't do it, he should have nothing to do with these 13 homicides." ”

Ding Ai showed just the right amount of doubt: "'Point pulse is desperate', what is that?" Is it also martial arts? ”

She thought that her tone and demeanor were not flawed, but she didn't know why, but Jian Tianqi showed a somewhat secretive expression after hearing her words.

The gaze that stared at her for a moment made her heart "chuckle", but the other party quickly broke the silence with a normal expression: "Yes, it is a very powerful martial art." Only the Zhao family would. ”

Ding Ai nodded, and suddenly laughed again: "Third Brother Jian, I found that you have the ability to solve cases, and Director Weng always pulls you and doesn't know how to avoid suspicion." If you go to be president, you really let the country waste special talents. ”

Her praise is heartfelt, and at this time, the light-colored pupils are even more radiant, and the white and tender earlobes are particularly cute.

So in that moment, he reached out and rubbed her earlobe.

That kind of kneading method is like the bonding between lovers, with ambiguous caressing, gentle and lingering.

Ding Ai's ears burned, and then he realized that the two were too close.

His eyes were like the deep sea, and like the moonlight in the courtyard the night before, a little intoxicating. That night it seemed like she did, kissed him...... Ding Ai thought a little confused.