The head from the provincial department was called Lao Ding, a criminal policeman in his forties with a serious look and a stern expression. He was wearing an old leather jacket and his fingers were long and rough. The way he looks at everyone is like hooks, sharp and bright.

Han Tuo had seen many such veteran detectives before. Therefore, he had a sincere respect for Lao Ding from the bottom of his heart and spoke humbly and politely.

When Old Ding heard his reasoning and saw that he was such a spirited and intelligent young man, he also had a good impression of him, but he did not show it.

In Lao Ding's eyes, the detectives in the small town were all idiots or rookies. He was too lazy to say more to them. He just called Han Tuo aside and gave him a cigarette. The two rough guys smoked it slowly.

Lao Ding asked: "Why don't you work as a criminal police officer anymore?"

Han Tuo smiled and said, "I'm tired and want to quit."

Lao Ding: "Hey, you're just a young man, and you're already tired. It's not easy for our system to train a capable criminal policeman like you. Young man, think about it carefully. If you can go back in the future, you should go back."

Han Tuo respected him and just nodded and smiled without saying anything.

However, later, when Lao Ding asked someone to find out the young man's information, he found out that his past was far more serious than that of ordinary people. So Lao Ding just sighed slowly, knowing that he could not persuade him any more.

However, the two brothers had different opinions on this case that happened in the small town.

"The possibility of an outsider committing the crime is very small." Han Tuo looked at him sincerely, "This case gives me a very strong feeling..."

"Bullshit." Before Han Tuo could finish, Lao Ding interrupted him, "Why is it small? I think this case is not right. For many years, the residents of the town have lived in peace. Suddenly, such a tragic case happened. I think the suspicion of outsiders cannot be ruled out, especially those single women who came from other places and settled here..."

Han Tuo was furious for no reason, but he suppressed it and said, "Old Ding, you are too subjective. There is no objective evidence or reasoning to support this. You see, both victims were middle-aged men aged 40-50, widowed or living alone. They were not very disciplined in their sexual lives and had good family conditions. They had children, and the second victim had two. But when the murderer took action, the children were not around. Why didn't she choose those men without children? There are obviously many men who meet the requirements in the town. I have a feeling that the murderer deliberately avoided them because of her maternal instinct - because she felt that this The man who was killed is not worthy of being a father! The murderer's target of hatred is very obvious - she hates men, men with a little money and unfaithful men. She especially hates men's things. She is disgusted. I suspect that she has been raped by a man. And she always enters the deceased's home easily. It is obvious that she has hooked up with the deceased before. Locals fit this description more! It is difficult for an outsider to figure out so many things and find the target in a short time when she comes to a small town. And if it is an outsider, a fresh face, it is easy to attract attention. But now, we haven't found any clues!"

Old Ding was also angry and sneered, "Criminal psychological profiling? Han Tuo, your analysis is too subjective, isn't it? With just two cases, you can characterize the murderer and narrow the scope? Conclude that he is not from another place? I am not saying that the murderer must be from another place, but now we cannot rule out outsiders based on your reasoning. First, do addition, expand the scope of suspects large enough to ensure that no possibility is missed. Then do subtraction and rule them out one by one. This is the basic principle followed by any criminal police. I thought you were capable, why are you so impulsive? Are you still trying to protect someone, your friend from another place?"

Han Tuo's heart was shocked and he was speechless for a moment.

Old Ding is such an old fox, but he didn't point it out. He just said slowly, "Isn't there a sentence like this in the book? The beginning of any story follows the same principle: either a person starts a new journey, or a stranger comes to the town. It depends on whether the story we are facing is the former or the latter."

Han Tuo was silent for a moment and asked, "What book is this sentence from?"

Lao Ding turned and left while smoking: "The Rules of Screenwriting. I forgot to tell you that I am also a part-time screenwriter. I have written all the cases I have seen in my life into scripts. However, no one has the vision to invest in them yet."

Han Tuo: “…”

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Han Tuo wandered around the police station for a while and stopped at a large house on the first floor. Looking up, it’s the Household Registration Department.

The town is quite big, and there are several people in the Household Registration Department who know him. In addition, we now know that he is a retired criminal policeman who ran to the town to open an inn and is still helping the criminal police team solve cases. When the young girls in the Household Registration Department saw him, their faces inevitably turned pink.

"Boss Han, what's the matter?" a girl asked.

Han Tuo smiled and said, "Can you help me check the location and authenticity of an ID number?"

The girl said, "Oh, you can't just check this casually. Does it have anything to do with solving the case?"

Han Tuo paused and said, "It has something to do with solving the case."

The girl immediately went along with it and nodded, "That's different, okay. Wait a minute, it's not time to go to work yet, I'll turn on the computer."

Han Tuo: “Yeah.”

The girl lowered her head and started tinkering with the console and display screen and so on. She was a little shy when talking to the person next to her. Han Tuo looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but saw that the sun was shining brightly outside the window and the wind was gently blowing the leaves, making a rustling sound. Such a scene suddenly made him feel a little calm and a little sad.

When the policewoman opened the system and looked up, she found that there was no one outside the glass window: "Hey, where is Han Tuo?"

Didn’t this person want to check the ID number? Why did he leave without saying a word?

When Han Tuo returned to the inn, Luo Xiao was sitting in the courtyard reading a book. In his hand was a book called "What Did Buddha Say?"

Has this girl ever thought about converting to Buddhism? Or just want to comfort yourself?

Han Tuo walked over, took the book from her hand, and asked softly, "You've been working all night, why don't you get some more sleep?"

Luo Xiao shook his head: "I can't sleep."

People who are in love for the first time are not yet so experienced and comfortable with being intimate with each other. Luo Xiao stretched out his hand a little nervously and held his. He just stood there and let her hold it. They were both silent for a while, and Xiaomei walked by with an expression that said "I didn't see anything" and covered her face.

So they both laughed.

"Going upstairs?" he whispered.

Luo Xiao felt a surge of heat in his heart, a heat that was ambiguous and dangerous: "Okay."

When I entered her room, the doors and windows were still half open, allowing wind and sunlight to come in through the gaps, just like Han Tuo's mood at the moment. Luo Xiao went to the table to pour him some water. Han Tuo looked up and noticed that some of the small items she had bought in the town these days had been moved there.

"Girl, you said you were practicing last time? Where did you practice?" he asked.

Luo Xiao brought the tea over and smiled: "I have practiced Taekwondo for 8 years. When I was a child...my parents asked me to practice it."

Han Tuo looked at her calmly.

Really, the Taekwondo thing.

But every time she mentioned her parents, her tone was hesitant. That was a sadness that could not be concealed; she was not actually someone who was good at disguising herself. But tough enough.

"Where are your parents...now?" Han Tuo asked directly, looking straight into her eyes.

Luo Xiao made eye contact with him and seemed to understand something, but also seemed to be in a trance.

“They are all gone.”

Her voice was very soft and calm. Han Tuo's heart suddenly ached and he didn't want to ask any more questions. But I especially want to know more about her and know everything about her. Get to the bottom of her mystery and sorrow.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. They sat on the bed, his hands gently caressing her face and hair, whispering, "I'm sorry."

He was such a strong and gentle man that Luo Xiao felt a slight heat all over his body. But this doesn't mean that she is not alert to his questions. So she kept silent and didn't say a word.

He finally asked, whispering carefully in her ear: "You seem to be particularly concerned about the police?"

Luo Xiao closed his eyes and slowly opened them again: "Yes."

Her heart felt like it was hanging on an overturned kettle, the steam rising up and about to drown her. Her fingers clenched slowly.

After waiting for a while, I heard him say calmly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Luo Xiao was startled and raised her eyes, but he had already let go of her and stood up, looking a little serious: "Have a good sleep, it's not good for women to stay up late. Besides, it's still..." He smiled slightly: "If you don't sleep, I can't control myself and I will do something again."

Luo Xiao looked at him without saying anything.

But he walked to the door decisively, looked at her gently again, and smiled: "Why are you being silly? Go to bed."

Luo Xiao asked: "Why don't you continue asking?"

Han Tuo asked back: "Are you going to tell me everything?"

Luo Xiao bit her lower lip lightly. She felt as if the world had gone dark at this moment: "Yes."

Han Tuo smiled slightly: "That's enough. I also have a past, but I don't want to mention it to anyone. You respect me, you noticed it, but you never asked. You were just gentle to me. The old police badge and police hat I put in the room, you saw it last time, you said nothing, just gently wiped it for me and put it back. Then Luo Xiao, I am the same. I shouldn't ask. A girl who falls in love with a criminal policeman, she won't be a bad girl."

Luo Xiao almost shed tears. But he reached out and rubbed her hair, motioning her to go back to bed, and turned to leave. Luo Xiao grabbed his hand, looked up and kissed it. She kissed so passionately and hard that she almost hurt Han Tuo's lips. Han Tuo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and was stunned for only a few seconds. Then he pressed her against the wall, clasped her hands, and kissed her back even harder. Kiss every inch of her lips, her face, and the exposed and delicate skin on her neck. The kiss was wild and sexy.

Luo Xiao felt an unprecedented heat eroding his entire body. She felt the conquest, felt the tongue of desire penetrating deep within her body. She herself didn't realize when her hands were around his lean and strong waist, caressing it unconsciously. Han Tuo was equally aroused. He bit her for a long time, then put his hand under her clothes and gently touched her waist for a while, but he did not go any deeper. He raised his eyes and said to her in a slightly hoarse voice, "Go back quickly. Once a decent woman offends someone, it will be fatal."

Luo Xiao was amused by him, and he also laughed, took a deep breath, kissed her on the forehead, and turned and left.

Luo Xiao slept very soundly that night, until the sun set. Han Tuo walked to her window and wanted to call her for dinner, but found that she was breathing steadily, with her hands on her chest, and was still sleeping soundly. He really looks like a child, protecting himself even when sleeping.

Han Tuo shook his head and laughed, then turned and went downstairs. I looked up and saw the dim sky. Thinking about the lingering love during the day, my heart became even more excited.

He also took a nap in the afternoon, and his mind was clearer after waking up.

Old Ding is stubborn and will eventually find out about Luo Xiao. She looked suspicious, but she wasn't.

Han Tuo has made up his mind to find evidence that Luo Xiao is not the murderer before the police, or to find the real murderer.

——

At midnight, the moon rises above the branches. Han Tuo was not sleepy, so he walked alone up the hillside.

He went to the coffee shop that Luo Xiao had taken over again.

He had the key and opened the door directly. The murderer killed someone last night, but Luo Xiao wasted the whole night here. As long as you look carefully, you may find evidence.

So he checked the whole house carefully. After reading it, Luo Xiao had only one thought: he had to spend a whole night here to tidy up the room so bright and clean. But so what? This only makes sense logically, but it cannot be used as evidence.

Finally, when he reached the two innermost master bedrooms, Han Tuo also saw something unexpected.

A room, naturally, is hers. Her few pieces of clothing, as well as the odds and ends she had bought in the town, were all put in there. There were a few flowers inserted by the wall, and Han Tuo liked the whole room layout at first sight. He knew that her temperament had always been similar to his, indifferent and gentle.

The other room was also tidy. The window is full of green plants. There were a few second-hand wooden furniture in the room, all in white, black and grey, and it didn't look like a room for a woman. There are several best-selling new books of the season in the bookcase, and on the wall is a piece of cursive calligraphy that was found from somewhere. There was a low table by the window with an old chess board and an ashtray on it.

Han Tuo looked in this room for a long time, and his heart was filled with emotion. He turned and left the coffee shop, heading towards home.

Originally my mind was wandering, soft and worried. But when he saw the lights inside and outside the inn were on and there were several cars parked, Han Tuo's heart tensed up.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lao Ding and his men walking out. The two men met, and Lao Ding only said one sentence: "She ran away."

Han Tuo's heart was shocked, and he growled, "What do you know? It's not her!"

Old Ding didn't answer. He pressed the brim of his police hat, walked out, and shouted, "Search tonight!"

Han Tuo strode into the inn. The guests, including Xiaomei, were all standing in the yard with shocked expressions. Han Tuo looked up and saw that her door was open and there were two plainclothes officers inside, so she was obviously not there.

Han Tuo felt a pain in his heart, and his mind was in a thousand twists and turns. I guess Lao Ding had been suspicious for a long time, and during the day he probably heard from other people that there was such a woman living here, and all the conditions were met, so he led his men to launch a surprise attack at night. There is nothing wrong with Lao Ding's approach. If he were the person in charge, he would do the same. But……

He is not someone else. Now, he is the lover who understands her heart and sympathizes with her. How could he have been mistaken? Mistakenly thought she was a desperate and ruthless gangster?

Han Tuo ran upstairs as fast as he could. Seeing this, two detectives tried to stop him, but he waved them away. When she looked up, she saw the ruins of the house. Her luggage was scattered all over the floor, and red banknotes were scattered all over the floor. She took nothing with her, probably only her ID, which was in her bag.

Han Tuo punched the wall hard. I looked up and saw my white knuckles, and my heart ached a little.

This girl, this silly girl, why is she running away! Let’s keep things separate. If she didn't commit this crime, there would be no direct evidence. Although Lao Ding is stubborn, he will never wrongly accuse anyone. But how can we explain why she ran away?

Besides, it was the dead of night, freezing cold, she was wearing thin clothes, had no relatives or friends except him, and all the roads were blocked by the police. Where could she run to?