Chu Mi followed Zhou Wenshu to the scene to do an inquest and look for clues.

The weather was not very good today, the sky was overcast early in the day, but it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and the environment seemed to be at night, and the air was humid and silent.

Clouds gather in layers, and the damp water vapor covers every corner of Jingbei City like a spider web, making it impossible to hide.

The yellow lights in the Bentley create an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Has Uncle Zhou ever heard of a word?" As Chu Mi spoke, another raindrop the size of a bean fell outside the car window.

Zhou Wenshu concentrated on driving and ignored it.

Chu Mi took care of himself and said: "Call the secretary during the day, call the secretary at night, Mi Mi is also Uncle Zhou's little secretary, I don't know if it can be tonight..."

While speaking, Chu Mi deliberately approached, and gently exhaled in Zhou Wenshu's ear, tempting: "Go to Uncle Zhou's house to visit?" ”

Zhou Wenshu clenched the steering wheel in his hand, his finger bones were white, the ring reflected the light, and there was a string of agarwood Buddha beads between his wrists, which was faintly spreading the fragrance of Buddhism.

I saw that his eyebrows froze, and he said in a cold tone: "Chu Mi, it's working time." ”

Chu Mi leaned back to his place, turned his head sideways and looked at Zhou Wenshu again, with a bright smile on his face: "Uncle Zhou, why are you so angry, Mi Mi is just joking." ”

Under her slender butterfly eyelashes, there was a hint of blatant excitement in her amber eyes, reflecting Zhou Wenshu's every move, and no small details were missed.

Restraint is the highest form of desire.

His restraint is her most effective teasing.

Pulling down the flower of the forensic world of the cold and abstinent like a Buddha from the altar, and snatching him from his aunt's hands by extremely disgraceful means, this feeling made Chu Mi cool to the bones.

What if an old man is sensible and calm enough?

To put it bluntly, they are still men in the end, and the primitive genes in their bones make them never get rid of the word desire.

The air inside the car is cold and cool, much drier than the outside world when it rains.

Chu Mi didn't open his mouth to tease Zhou Wenshu again, but instead focused his attention elsewhere, checking the post like a real girlfriend, searching everywhere to see if there were any traces left by other women.

"Uncle Zhou, apart from me, how many other women have you slept with?" Chu Mi asked curiously.

Zhou Wenshu glanced at it coldly, and answered the question: "The decorations in the car are limited, and you can't afford to pay for it." ”

Chu Mi raised his eyebrows arrogantly, the red mole on his eyebrows was bewitching and beautiful, and the smile in his eyes was full of ambiguity, "That's right, I can pay for it." ”

Zhou Wenshu: "..."

..

Rain washes away the evidence, but it also exposes it.

The two arrived at the scene of the murder, an old factory that had been abandoned for many years, and even the tin roof had collapsed.

When he went out from the police station, the sky was not overcast or raining, so Chu Mi did not prepare an umbrella, and Zhou Wenshu only had an umbrella in his car.

Obviously, Zhou Wenshu didn't want others to use his things, and refused to share an umbrella with Chu Mi.

So after Chu Mi got out of the car, he instantly became a soup chicken in the pouring rain.

She followed behind Zhou Wenshu wet, her figure was slightly embarrassed, and she couldn't help but sneeze: "Ahh ”

Ahead, Zhou Wenshu, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and had a clear temperament, paused suddenly.

Chu Mi kept his head down and walked without looking ahead, and then suddenly bumped into Zhou Wenshu's tall back.

She thought he was waiting for her on purpose, and her conscience found that she planned to let her go into an umbrella to hide from the rain, but in fact she was thinking too much.

Zhou Wenshu just found a poker card that was incomparably abrupt from the dark scene.

The suit color is 8 clubs.

It's a strange thing that this card appears.

It wasn't supposed to be.

Chu Mi looked over and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhou Wenshu, who has always had a habit of cleanliness, unusually put the rain-soaked playing cards into a clean suit pocket for the first time.

The twilight was dull and fell on his jade-like cheeks, and his expression was faint and emotionless, "It's nothing." ”

Zhou Wenshu continued to hold an umbrella to inspect the scene.

Chu Mi followed him, and he was so drenched by the heavy rain that he was about to be unable to open his eyes.

She hates rainy days the most!

The humidity of a rainy day always reminded her of those unpleasant pasts.

Chu Mi's facial features are very strange, and his sense of smell is particularly keen.

Even if the environment is complex and humid now, she can smell a strange smell with precision.

"Uncle Zhou, I smell a smell of lilies." Chu Mi said.

Zhou Wenshu: "Perfume for women? ”

Chu Mi: "No, it's the smell of fresh flowers." ”

..

The night was dark.

The two left the scene of the murder.

Chu Mi had been in the rain for a long time, his forehead was a little hot, and his consciousness became groggy.

Zhou Wenshu sensed her drowsiness and changed her course.

"Uncle Zhou, are you going to take me home?"