Chapter 69 Old Classmate

"Okay, let me think about it. Give me three minutes."

Wen Zhile rinsed his mouth, picked up the steamed bun from the bowl, and ate it in two bites.

The bun skin is soft and thin, the shrimp is fresh and tender, and the taste is unique.

[Sister, don't agree. Shu Chengan is just a piece of stinky tofu. What a dirty trick he is thinking. ]

Wen Zhile looked at the words on the bowl and laughed dumbly. Then he picked up the chopsticks and reached to the side to push the last two steamed buns on the plate into his bowl.

Shu Chengan was eagerly waiting for her reply. Seeing this, his head moved along with his chopsticks. He was quiet for two seconds, ran to the kitchen, got another batch of steamed buns, and ran back quickly.

It took her exactly three minutes to slowly finish eating the two buns.

"I don't agree."

"Cousin, don't blame me for being selfish. I'm afraid of pain and even more afraid of death. If I face the suspect head-on, I will definitely not be able to escape."

She has not yet found the murderer who killed her in her previous life, and she is unwilling to lose her life at this time.

After hearing this, Shu Chengan let out a long sigh: "I don't blame you."

Shu Cheng'an was torn. He wanted her to agree, but he was also afraid that she would really agree.

On the one hand, there is the safety of the people in one's own jurisdiction, and on the other hand, there is the safety of one's loved ones.

The policeman's sense of responsibility drives him to seize every opportunity to catch the criminal and to speak out the decisions he made to catch the criminal; family affection also puts him in a dilemma.

Zhou Jihuai's tense expression relaxed a little, and he reminded, "The buns are getting cold."

Shu Chengan picked up the chopsticks.

Wen Zhile thought for a moment and tactfully told the clues he knew: "I've read the news reports. The suspect committed crimes in early June, early August, and late December last year. He also committed a crime in late August this year. The crimes were all committed at the beginning or end of even-numbered months. So will his next crime be in early October or late October? You guys should be alert in the last few days of October."

The news in the previous life said that the murderer committed the crime randomly, so he would most likely not change the crime he committed in late October just because he was targeted.

Shu Chengan's hair almost fell out because of this case. He read the case file again and again and memorized the time clearly: "Last year, the crime was committed in mid-July and mid-November."

Wen Zhile: "Then I remembered it wrong."

It's over.

There is no other way.

How else can I remind you?

She could only try hard to recall where the crime took place in late October of her previous life, and secretly called the police that day.

"Brother, are you full?"

Zhou Jihuai nodded.

"Shall we go then?"

"Okay." The man stood up, walked a few steps, and went back to take the two bottles of soda. "Remember to pay the bill."

Shu Chengan, who was called, made an OK gesture.

Wen Zhile got into the car as soon as she went out, and Zhou Jihuai came up behind her.

The Red Flag car drove to Jingzhou Commercial Building. Wen Zhile looked through the car window and said, "Brother, are you going to buy something? Just bring me along. I have a good eye."

Zhou Jihuai smiled and unbuckled his seat belt: "Okay, I'm counting on you."

During the three-day National Day holiday, the entire city of Jingzhou was under martial law, and armed police and police patrols could be seen everywhere.

Zhou Jihuai saw an acquaintance as soon as he got off the car. The man was patrolling in a line. He walked out of the line as he passed by him and said enthusiastically, "What a coincidence, Jihuai. We haven't seen each other since we graduated from high school, right? You're still so handsome! Are you free at noon? Let's have a meal together?"

He vaguely saw Wen Zhile in the car, and looked away embarrassedly when his eyes met hers.

This is so beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy.

Wen Zhile got off the car with her schoolbag. Seeing Zhou Jihuai talking to an acquaintance, she did not go over and stood by the car waiting.

Her outfit today is the most popular combination among young women nowadays, a shirt with a skirt and a pair of small leather shoes, which is at the forefront of fashion.

She carries the memories of two lifetimes, her temperament has been refined, and her facial features are three-dimensional and delicate, so she doesn't have the slightest schoolboy air of a sixteen-year-old girl.

The other party naturally thought that she was Zhou Jihuai's relative. He didn't dare to look at her directly in the beginning, and now he didn't dare to look at her any more.

Zhou Jihuai was also quite surprised to meet his high school classmates here.

He attended high school in Jingzhou. Although his classmates were all from Jingzhou, he went to military school after graduation. In his sophomore year, he was selected to join the special operations force and seldom returned to Beijing. Occasionally, when he came back during holidays and happened to run into a reunion of his high school classmates, he found an excuse to turn it down and never went. He lost contact with them.

After all, our relationship is very ordinary, there is no need to get together.

In high school, he was only close to his childhood friends, and his relationship with other classmates was little more than nodding acquaintances.

The other party was so enthusiastic that he seemed a little cold.

Wen Zhile was watching from the co-pilot's side and felt that they were unfamiliar.