Fu Hange felt excited again, the thrill of catching bad guys filled her body, and she suddenly had a burst of energy. She said to Tang Yehuai, "Sir, I guarantee I will complete the mission."
Tang Yehuai saw her silly look but didn't criticize her.
Over the past few hours, Fu Hange was initially full of fighting spirit, but after a few drinks, she ended up going to the toilet countless times.
I was full of energy, but I almost fell asleep by the end.
The fish still hadn't appeared by midnight.
Fu Hange fell asleep right on the bar counter, and when she woke up, she found herself in Tang Yehuai's house.
Fu Hange was immediately shocked and checked herself. Fortunately, her clothes were still on, and she didn't do anything as perverse as Tang Yehuai had done last time.
He had just finished making breakfast, which was cheese again: "It's a pity you couldn't taste my cooking last time, but you're in luck this time."
To be honest, that thing actually looked rather appetizing.
She walked to the dining table, picked up the utensils, and began to taste it. It was indeed indescribably delicious.
She kept praising him: "How did you do that? There aren't many men these days who can cook well."
Tang Yehua smiled handsomely: "It's a secret."
"Can't I tell you the secret yet?" Fu Hange chuckled lightly and didn't press the matter further.
"How did it go last night?" she asked.
"He didn't come; I wonder if he found out."
Fu Hange nodded. They had deliberately dressed very flamboyantly last night to make it seem like they were there to eat, drink, and have fun. She wondered where things had gone wrong.
Fu Hange suddenly paused: "Do you think it's possible that he came by yesterday, but ran away as soon as he saw us?"
"Very likely."
Tang Yehuai's phone rang at that moment. He answered it, said a few words, and then hung up.
He then put down his cutlery and said to Fu Hange, "Lily said that there is no new progress in the case file and surveillance footage, and there is nothing unusual at the martial arts hall, so we can rule that out. We can narrow down the scope a bit more."
Fu Hange nodded, just as she took a bite of cheese. The sweet but not cloying feeling was wonderful. She spoke vaguely, "So, is there someone in your heart?"
Tang Yehuai suddenly put down his cutlery, clasped his hands together, and smiled slightly: "It seems there really is such a person."
"who?"
"Do you remember what I said when I was drawing the murderer's portrait?"
Fu Hange thought about it vaguely. It had all happened many days ago. She was slow-witted and couldn't remember so much, so she shook her head.
“As I said, the murderer is between 40 and 45 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, has a stable job, and lives a normal life. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to hang out in bars. Most importantly, he is a math genius.”
Indeed, Fu Hange remembered that Tang Yehuai had said something like that, and Fang Zhuang said that the person he saw that night was also like that. It should be concluded that the deaths of the three victims were committed by one person.
Fu Hange asked, "Who is that?"
"Actually, I was suspicious of this person when we first started talking about a math genius, but his background quickly made me dismiss the idea. However, after walking from the ventilation duct to the hallway today, my suspicions have only grown stronger. Based on what we've discovered before, I can basically pinpoint him, but..."
Fu Hange was completely confused. Why didn't they just tell her who it was?
She asked eagerly, "But what is it?"
"But how could it be him?"
Fu Hange grew anxious: "Who is it?"
Tao Yiqiu.
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