Chapter 15 One Big and One Small.

The policewoman and the artist were both very gentle, comforting her not to be nervous, to say whatever came to mind, and that it was okay if she couldn't remember anything.

A soft rustling of cellophane revealed a piece of candy being offered to Jingge.

It was given to her by Li Mushi.

Jingge paused.

Li Mushi handed the candy closer, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Jingge then realized what was happening, released his grip on the hem of his clothes, and took the candy into his palm.

Li Mushi frowned: "I'll let you eat it."

It's not for her to hold.

Jingge stared blankly and said, "Oh."

He unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth.

Chestnut flavor.

Li Mushi pulled the hem of his clothes back to her hand.

Let her keep holding on.

Jing Ge was so nervous that his brain was out of control and he had no idea what he was doing. Now that he had come to his senses, he didn't dare to touch his clothes.

The illustrator, with a refined demeanor, patiently guided the question: "It doesn't need to be too specific, just remembering the general outline is fine. Any information you provide will help us solve the case faster."

“...Let me think about it some more,” Jingge said, his mouth filled with the aroma of chestnuts from a candy he was sucking on. “He was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, black jeans, and a black scarf that covered his eyes…”

She clearly saw the eyes.

She exchanged a glance with the murderer.

But she just couldn't remember.

It becomes blurry when it comes to specific parts.

Jingge racked his brains: "...I'm sorry, I froze, I was so scared..."

“No need to apologize,” the artist comforted. “It’s not your fault. You can find a reference point to tell me his approximate height.”

Jing Ge recalled carefully: "He was half a head taller than the female shop owner. When she was helping me choose sugarcane, I was standing next to her, and I was about 5 centimeters taller than her..."

Jing Ge is 166cm tall, so the shop owner is around 160cm.

The artist looked down and wrote: "Approximately 175."

Jingge couldn't remember the rest.

“That’s all for now,” the policewoman said kindly. “If you remember anything, please contact us anytime.”

Jing Ge nodded.

As she stood up, Li Mushi seemed to pat her on the head, but Jing Ge was absorbed in something and didn't notice.

Before they even took a step, Jingge suddenly said, "Both of his trouser legs are covered in fresh mud, but his old black cotton shoes aren't."

The policewoman and the artist exchanged a glance.

It hasn't rained in Haishi recently, and there's only one place where mud and sand can coexist.

The policewoman exclaimed excitedly, "This is crucial! Thank you for your help!"

As they left the police station, it was completely dark outside. The two walked to the door, and Li Mushi suddenly stopped.

Jingge, who was in front of him, turned around and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"..." Li Mushi paused for a moment, then took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders without saying a word.

The coat reached all the way down to her ankles.

Jingge was bewildered: "I'm not cold."

Li Mushi: "Put it on."

Jing Ge: "I'm not cold."

Moreover, he only wore a thin shirt and a dress jacket under his coat, which was all he needed.

Li Mushi turned his face away, looked into the distance, and calmly asked, "You're on your period?"

"......"

Jingge suddenly panicked and instinctively reached for his buttocks, but naturally couldn't touch them; he could only feel the excellent quality fabric of the man's coat.

Jingge: "You got it on your pants?"

Li Mushi: "Hmm."

Jingge was so frustrated she wanted to die. She had made preparations, but things didn't go as planned. She had prepared for a whole day, but it just happened to come to the police station now.

She was also wearing a short down jacket and white glutinous rice pants, so the red stains were naturally noticeable.

"Oh no!" Jing Ge exclaimed nervously, "Did I put something on someone's sofa?"

Li Mushi: "..."

Jingge: "Should I go back and wipe it for them?"

Li Mushi: "It's not closed..."

Jingge wouldn't listen to anything: "How embarrassing! We're making them clean this up. Won't that cause them trouble? I'm going back..."

Li Mushi sighed helplessly, "Jing Ge."

"Uncle, please wait a few minutes."

After saying that, he turned around.

But before he could move, Li Mushi grabbed his wrist.

The man had large, warm hands, and holding her wrist was as easy as grasping a rope.

“It’s okay,” Li Mushi said, looking at her helpless eyes. “It’s just a small matter. Don’t be nervous or make yourself suffer.”

Jingge stammered, "It's dirty, I... I'm afraid they'll cause trouble..."

Li Mushi: "People who deal with corpses every day won't care about this little bit of menstrual blood."

"......"

"Did you bring sanitary napkins?" Li Mushi glanced at the time. "Go in and use the restroom."

Jingge's thinking is mechanical; she only knows to answer whatever he asks.

Li Mushi said gently, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Jingge mechanically turned around, mechanically went up the steps, mechanically walked a few steps until it was completely in the light, its steps gradually quickened from slow and deliberate, and finally it almost ran into the restroom.

Li Mushi's coat was draped over her shoulders, making her look like a child wearing an adult's clothes—large and loose.

Jingge carefully hung his coat on the hook behind the door, then took off all his pants and washed them under the tap.

Continue until the bloodstains are completely rinsed away.

Then I put them on like that and went to change my sanitary pads.

The moment the man returned the coat to Li Mushi, his eyes sharpened: "Did you wash your pants?"

"...ah."

What's the temperature today?

"...minus five degrees Celsius."

Li Mushi's already cold face instantly turned even colder, which Jing Ge couldn't understand either.

All she knew was that the air pressure was very low, and she was terrified.

"Get in the car," Li Mushi said without further ado, "and have dinner."

Jing Ge: "Aren't you going home?"

Li Mushi: "I didn't know when I would be back, so I didn't ask Zhang Ma to stay for dinner."

"oh."

What would you like to eat?

"Uncle, you can decide."

She's not picky about food.

They are very easy to raise.

With the car's air conditioning on full blast, Jingge was so hot that she took off her down jacket.

Jingge shifted uncomfortably a few times as his pants clung to the seat and his skin, feeling like he was going to get eczema if this continued. Luckily, the car was warm enough that the washed parts of his pants dried completely before they reached their dining location.

Looking at the cheerful dining area in front of him, Jing Ge's expression shattered into pieces.

"Uncle, you...like Pizza Hut?"

"dislike."

"...Do you like to eat things you don't like?"

"no."

“.

We can't talk anymore.

Even if Jing Ge himself is a chatterbox.

She had a strange feeling that Li Mushi was angry.

"Uncle," Jing Ge tried to coax the young elder in front of him, "then let's go to that Western restaurant next door. It's elegant and classy, ​​and we can drink red wine. I heard they also have violins. It's suitable for your status."

Li Mushi stepped into the Pizza Hut.

Jinggebaba followed, "Uncle..."

The waiter asked warmly, "How many are in your party, sir?"

Li Mushi: "One big and one small."

“Okay,” the waiter said, “this way, please.”

Jing Ge: "......"

After finding a seat, Li Mushi began ordering: "One Set Meal B and one Kids' Set Meal, the one with the toy."

Jing Ge: "".