Following Lin Qingliu's cordial invitation, Zhuang Mian, who had just experienced a vigorous metabolism, did not ask any more questions. The three of them ate minced meat noodles on the bedside table in the clinic at four o'clock in the morning in an eerily warm atmosphere.
“Slurp~Slurp~”
As soon as he put the soft noodles with minced meat in his mouth, Zhuang Mian frowned:
Is this beef?
Although it sounded a bit absurd, Zhuang Mian suddenly thought of a murder that happened two months ago. Nothing was lost at the murder scene except a whole fresh beef leg.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Lin Qingliu who looked very happy, feeling that the other party was open and not hiding anything.
No way?
Seeing Zhuang Mian frowning, Lin Qingliu swallowed the noodles in his mouth and asked:
"Not used to the food?"
Zhuang Mian shook his head.
"Is there beef in your noodles?"
"Yeah, you don't eat beef?"
"Beef is expensive even in the inner city, how on earth did you get it?"
“It was given as a gift from a recovered patient. It was a small piece and it’s almost gone bad.
"How can I afford it? I usually just eat nutrition bars."
Lin Qingliu has completely mastered the art of passing the buck and started talking without hesitation.
After all, he really wasn't the one who did it.
The preacher is the preacher, the paperhanger is the paperhanger, and God is God. It is only natural that whoever does something should take the blame.
Installing surveillance in the outer city area would not bring the expected benefits, so no matter how confused Zhuang Mian was, he had no way of exposing Lin Qingliu's lies.
But... a flash of light flashed through Zhuang Mian's mind -
It is known that this psychiatrist usually takes on some of the work of surgeons.
The wanted criminal codenamed "Bull Leg Killer" has a complete bull leg in his hand.
So, is there a possibility that the guy was injured in the battle that day, and he just cleaned the scene and then came here to treat his wound?
Lin Qingliu's suspicion was cleared, but it seemed not completely cleared.
Zhuang Mian recalled that he seemed to have asked Lin Qingliu relevant questions when he visited and investigated two months ago. However, thinking from his current perspective, he could know that the other party had no reason to tell the truth at that time.
After asking a few more indirect questions, Zhuang Mian ate his noodles while sketching a profile of the "Bull Leg Killer" in his mind:
Male, middle-aged, tall and strong, taciturn.
Loves to eat meat, is clear about gratitude and resentment, and is good at solving problems with violence...
Very good, then we will arrest people based on this characteristic.
Lin Qingliu didn't know what Zhuang Mian was thinking when he was talking nonsense about his question. He just felt that the noodles cooked by this kid, El, were getting better and better, with some of the flavor of his hometown.
A quarter of an hour later, after the three of them had eaten their fill, they lay down on several examination beds.
As the sky began to brighten, the three of them had stayed up all night and by this time had all passed their excitement state and fell into a light sleep.
Especially Zhuang Mian, she had been completely relying on the excitement similar to that after recovering from a serious illness, and her body was still very tired.
He slept for several hours, and when Lin Qingliu opened his eyes again, it was already the familiar morning.
"That's right."
After getting up and stretching, Lin Qingliu saw that El was still sleeping and made a sharp comment:
"Young, big."
On the other side, Zhuang Mian had already gotten up. Although his face was still very pale, he was no longer in danger.
At this moment, she was sitting on the chair at the front desk. When she saw Lin Qingliu coming out of the clinic, she stood up and smiled gently.
"Thank you again and the kid inside..."
Thinking about his current identity, Zhuang Mian added:
"Of course, all this is a gift from the great Lord."
Seeing Lin Qingliu nodded with satisfaction, Zhuang Mian continued:
"The Outer East District is not safe these days. There is a serial killer we call the 'Mind Flayer' who is madly killing doctors in the Outer East District. Last night I was attacked by a gang because I went to the Southeast District to investigate a case he committed. You should also be more careful.
"The night attack should have alarmed a lot of people. I have to hurry back to the security team."
After getting Lin Qingliu's permission, Zhuang Mian left the psychological clinic. Of course, she did not forget to take the eco-friendly cloth bag printed with the words "discharge and recovery commemoration".
Zhuang Mian disappeared at the street corner in front of the clinic. El poked his head out of the clinic behind Lin Qingliu:
"Has she left?"
"Let's go. Why don't you want to see her off? Just because you are the 'Mind Flayer'?"
El scratched his gray hair:
"This matter is ultimately related to me, and I'm afraid my expression will reveal a flaw."
“Hahahahahaha.”
Lin Qingliu laughed out of breath.
"You're right. If she knew that you were the criminal in last night's case, things would become much more interesting."
"......"
"Huh? Why aren't you talking?"
Lin Qingliu felt that it was a bit awkward for him to be the only one laughing, and he quickly returned to his original calm and gentle expression.
"What case are you talking about?"
"Before Zhuang Mian left, he said...wasn't it you who did it last night?!"
Lin Qingliu looked at the innocent-looking boy in front of him and asked a soul-searching question.
El nodded, and the psychological clinic fell into an eerie silence.
“Dr. Budd’s residence was already sealed off when I arrived there last night.
"I took a shortcut and followed the captain's car and found her in the alley."
Lin Qingliu's expression was a little dull. It turned out that the doctor was not killed by El. It seems...
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