"Fire, crematorium?" Ye August's little face turned pale with fright.

"If you don't dare to go, forget it." Ling Heng showed a look of disdain very obviously.

"I dare to go!" Ye August was reckless, but she felt that there was nothing to be afraid of in the crematorium in broad daylight.

Ling Heng ignored her anymore and went directly to the car to wait.

After Ye August checked out, he came outside the car with hesitation, and when he was thinking about whether he should sit in the co-pilot or the back seat, the trunk opened, and at the same time, Ling Heng also opened the co-pilot's door for her.

Putting the luggage away, Ye August sat down in the co-pilot.

"Detective Ling, what are we going to the crematorium for?" Ye August asked uncomfortably.

"Go check someone. Let me first tell you a brief story about the case I just took over. Ling Heng looked at the front intently, and told Ye August the entire case in a clear manner.

Ye August listened attentively, peeking at him from time to time.

Ling Heng's fair face was almost bloodless, and the straight bridge of his nose made his facial features even deeper, but it also added a bit of unapproachable coldness.

"What do you think of these serial murders?" Ling Heng suddenly turned his face and stared at Ye August and asked.

"Huh?"

Only then did Ye August realize that he was stunned when he looked at Ling Heng, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze in a panic.

"I—I think maybe the murderer isn't necessarily a ghost or something, right? Someone might be pretending to be a ghost......"

"So, you still don't believe there are ghosts in the world?"

Ling Heng's sharp gaze made Ye August feel trembling, she swore that she believed that there were ghosts in the world, so Ling Heng hired her.

Ye August hurriedly explained: "No, no, of course I believe it!" I haven't seen any ghosts, but what I can't see doesn't mean I don't exist. Just like humans can't see or hear ultrasound, but it exists. ”

Ling Heng's expression softened slightly.

Ye August continued: "Also, I just heard that these three people, except for Huo Mingxuan, are all engaged in careers related to the funeral industry, and the three of them don't know each other on the surface. But I've heard of a group of people who love corpses, and only corpses are attractive to them. ”

Speaking of this, Ye August stopped talking, and lowered his head with a slightly red face.

Ling Heng's gaze was always locked on her, and he said coldly: "I can't see it, you still know about 'necrophilia'." ”

Ye August immediately raised his head and explained: "I listened to what my classmates said, I'm not interested in this!" ”

Ling Heng glanced at her indifferently, "It doesn't matter to me whether you are interested or not. But you gave me a hint. ”

Ling Heng immediately called Mo Xiaoya and told her Ye August's tips.

Mo Xiaoya was very surprised, she didn't expect Ye August to be so "heavy-tasted".

Even if Ye August explained, the embarrassment on his face did not subside, and he didn't dare to look at Ling Heng again.

Ling Heng was also thinking about the case and didn't say a word to her again.

When he arrived at the door of Jinyuan Hotel, Ye August was about to get out of the car, when Ling Heng suddenly opened his mouth again, "Why did you appear at the door of Jinyuan 302 on the night of July 6th?" ”

"What?" Ye August's body froze.

"Answer my question."

In the narrow space in the car, Ling Heng's voice was even colder, almost freezing the air.

Ye August slowly turned his face and mustered up the courage to look directly into Ling Heng's eyes, "How do you know that I am here on July 6th?" ”

"I looked at the surveillance footage of the hotel and some things didn't seem to have been completely deleted." Ling Heng said with something in his words.

Ye August calmly explained: "So that's the case. I went to see the room that day, but the business of the hotel was very hot that day, and as soon as I walked to the door of 302, I heard someone talking inside, so I left. ”

"Oh?" Ling Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, Ye August's calm attitude made him amused.

Ling Heng's gaze was too sharp, and Ye August tried hard to explain: "It's really like this, if you don't believe it, you can ask the front desk." No one showed me around that day, so I went up and had a look by myself. ”

"Get out of the car." Ling Heng suddenly opened the car door.

After taking Ye August's luggage out of the trunk, without waiting for Ye August to come over, he walked directly into the hotel with Ye August's luggage.

When the little girl at the front desk saw Ling Heng, her eyes immediately lit up as before.

Ye August checked in with jealous eyes, and came to her room on the second floor with Ling Heng, 202.

"You live next door to the murder scene in Hualong and this time you live downstairs at the murder scene, what a coincidence!" Ling Heng's tone was neither salty nor light, and his face was expressionless.

Ye August smiled bitterly, "Yes, it's really a coincidence!" Hopefully I'll be able to find a house tomorrow so I don't have to go near these murder scenes. ”

"Your idea may not come to fruition." Ling Heng said quietly.

Ye August twisted his eyebrows, "Detective Ling, what do you mean by that?" ”

Ling Heng replied solemnly: "As my assistant, you will inevitably deal with dead people in the future, if you don't have this kind of psychological endurance, you can regret leaving at any time." ”

"It's okay, I can bear it!" Ye August's gaze was extremely firm.

"Why do you have to be my assistant? You are a top student at a prestigious university, why do you want to do this job with a low salary? ”

Ling Heng approached step by step, unconsciously forcing Ye August into a corner.