Chapter 221 Police Officer's Suspect
It's obvious that he is resentful or angry.
Lin Zhi knew why he was angry. He was not afraid nor guilty. Instead, he smiled slowly.
Her beautiful eyes and eyebrows blend with the spring breeze and autumn moon, and her expression becomes more and more charming as her eyes move.
How cool! Lin Zhi judged in her heart.
He was not scared. Instead, he felt that Qiu Huo was particularly sexy. He was still sitting in the hall, and Qiu Huo had not taken off his uniform. This contrast made him even more excited.
Qiu Huo looked at Lin Zhixiao coldly, his anger boiling in his heart.
Even though he knew it was a trap set by Lin Zhi, he still stepped into it. Even if it was just a hypothesis, he didn't like to hear it.
Who knows how much sincerity is hidden in this temptation? Maybe he was reluctant to take the bait and didn't do it to the end, so Lin Zhi's interest in him waned and she lost patience with him.
It's only been a few days, and the great writer's interest came and went as quickly?
Although it is said that adults should be willing to do things, Qiu might want to let him know that some people cannot be easily escaped by recruiting them.
If he hadn't cared about where this place was, he would have tied the man's hands with a belt to prevent him from escaping.
Feeling someone looking over here, Qiu Huo withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, looked at Lin Zhi and said, "Go on."
He wanted to hear what Lin Zhi was going to say next.
Lin Zhi raised the corners of her lips slightly, looked past Qiu Huo and looked behind him, and said, "Officer, someone is here to see you, you go ahead and do your work."
He hadn't intended to finish that sentence, so it was just as well that he was interrupted.
If that day really comes, we'll wait until that day.
Anyway, he is still very interested in it and it is not time to let go.
Qiu Huo turned around and saw his subordinates hurried over and said to him, "Captain Qiu, we received a report of a knife attack on Liuxing Street. The attacker has been missing since then."
"Let Erhe take the people and follow me."
Qiu Huo glanced at Lin Zhi solemnly. The young man who met his gaze sat quietly on the chair. If it were not for the light red mark on his cheek, it would be difficult to tell from him what had just happened.
"Go stay at my place, I'll take you back later."
Qiu Huo was worried about Lin Zhi leaving alone, and felt a little annoyed when he thought about the serial killer who had been secretly watching Lin Zhi.
It was not only out of anger about Lin Zhi's safety and the murderer's escape from justice, but also mixed with some subtle and dark displeasure.
Lin Zhi waved goodbye to Qiu Huo, and slowly returned to Qiu Huo's seat with the cup filled with water.
As the captain of the detachment, Qiu Huo actually has an office, but he seldom uses it because sometimes he needs to look at other colleagues' information, so he also has a seat outside, which is convenient for him to shout.
Qiu Huo's desk was filled with case-related items only. There was no personal belongings on it, not even photos or small ornaments. There was no sign of life.
Lin Zhi touched the computer mouse. The computer was set with a password. Lin Zhi had no intention of trying it. He just watched the blue screen go off quietly. He picked up a blank piece of paper and pen on the table and started writing and drawing on it.
He was drawing violin music, and using the edge of the folder as a ruler, he quickly mapped out the music and began to draw the notes on the top.
These days Lin Zhi has read a lot of music scores and practiced a lot of songs. He has a good memory and can write down the notes without comparing them with the music scores.
01Looking at these notes, I couldn't help searching. After seeing the name, I held up my non-existent cheek.
Ahhhh! The host is really good!
01 no longer has any doubts about the host's mission success rate, not before and not now.
He loves him so much! He loves him too!
Writing and drawing are the best ways to kill time. Not long after Lin Zhi finished drawing the score, Qiu Huo had already captured the person and brought him back.
Lin Zhi packed up the scores and hid them in the file.
Qiu Huo stood at the door, raised his chin towards Lin Zhi, and said, "Let's go."
Lin Zhi got into his car, and after driving for a while, she realized that the destination seemed wrong.
"Where are you taking me, officer?"
"go home."
Qiu Huo said he would send Lin Zhi home, but he didn't say which home he would send him to.
Lin Zhi got out of the car in front of a residential building and followed Qiu Huo upstairs.
This is an old community, and you can tell from the stairs and the green rusty mailbox on the first floor that it is quite old.
Qiu Huo took out the key from his pocket, turned it twice, and opened the iron gate.
After the iron door was opened, there was an anti-theft door inside. Qiu Huo pushed it open and bent down to get slippers for Lin Zhi.
The weather is already quite hot, and Qiu Huo is running outside to catch someone today, so he is only wearing a black sweatshirt.
It fits closely as he moves, outlining his powerful waist. In fact, one can feel the power stored in it even through the fabric.
Lin Zhi changed his shoes and looked at the furnishings in the room.
The style of the house is not the same black, white and gray as Qiu’s personality, but rather it has a sense of life. However, the furniture is old and dated, which makes people easily think of the time more than ten years ago.
This is Qiu Huo's home, Lin Zhi is sure, and it is also the place where Qiu Huo's father died.
The murderer who chased here killed his father in front of the young enemy, and then walked away.
After Qiu Huo graduated from the police academy, he moved back here.
The house of more than 90 square meters is not very spacious, and it seems even more cramped after being divided into several rooms.
"Have a seat yourself. I'll get you something to eat."
Qiu Huo opened the refrigerator in the dining room, took a bag from it and went into the kitchen.
His tall stature made the small kitchen seem even more crowded. The dusk outside the window had not yet fallen, casting a layer of light on his outline.
Lin Zhi didn't hesitate. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom and closed it after a while.
No one lives here, the bed is empty, and there is a wedding photo of a couple hanging on the wall.
Lin Zhi opened the side bedroom. This was Qiu Huo's residence. The 1.8-meter-long bed squeezed the space, and with the wardrobe and desk, there was not much space left.
All the books on the desk are related to the major, and the scattered papers on the table are some clues. The details of the case are posted on the wall, and some obvious edges on the white wall show that posters have been posted here.
The sheets and quilts were both black and not messy, but neatly folded by the owner.
Lin Zhi sat on Qiu Huo's bed, which was not too soft, but rather a little hard.
He looked down and saw that there was no Simmons mattress on the wooden board, only a bed sheet on top of a quilt.
In the kitchen, Qiu Huo was washing vegetables.
He tore off the cabbage petals one by one and washed the inside.
He suddenly heard the young man outside the door say, "When we're done eating, take me home."
Qiu Huo turned off the faucet, stared at Lin Zhi, and asked expressionlessly, "Are you disgusted?"
The place where he lived was certainly not as good as the apartment where Lin Zhi lived. The temperament and manners of the young man also showed that he lived a wealthy life.
"Your bed is too hard. I guess my knees will swell if I lie down for a while."
The young man's smiling eyes showed some distress. He said, "Captain Qiu should be aware of his own abilities, right?"
Qiu Huo took two deep breaths, and it seemed that he was not going to eat.
"The sofa is soft."
Hatred or a frown does not make people feel gentle, but rather reveals some danger.
The sofa in Qiu Huo's house is a typical sofa combination. It is cleaned and has two pillows on it.
Qiu Huo stepped out of the kitchen, drew the curtains on the balcony, and said casually, "The sound insulation is not good."
As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, staring at Lin Zhi as he walked forward while unbuckling his belt, and smiled more sincerely: "But I don't care."
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