The police car arrived quickly and took the man under control.
Zhuo Qiang hurried over: "Zishan, are you okay?" He looked at her worriedly.
"fine."
Shan Cong was walking behind and saw the electric baton on the ground. He remembered that he had left it in her car once. He didn't expect it to come in handy now. Looking at the man twitching on the ground, he said, "I've been looking for you for so long, and finally caught you."
This chef was originally a high-end hotel chef. After being fired because of customer complaints about his dishes, he developed a vengeful mentality, especially against wealthy people, who became his targets for venting his dissatisfaction.
If Mu Zishan hadn't been here today, Zhuo Qiang would have become another successful person who was poisoned to death. Sometimes, although he didn't agree with her approach, he was often moved by the outcome.
On the way back, thinking of how she had rushed towards him recklessly, he actually felt very happy because she cared so much about being at home and was worried that he would get hurt.
"How do you know he poisoned my drink?" he asked in the car.
"Look closely," she explained. "No normal person would be as cautious as he is."
"What if he has a weapon? You just rushed over like that."
She shook her head and looked at him: "Why do you have so many questions?"
Seeing she didn't answer, he stopped asking. Zhuo Qiang's heart was flooded with tenderness. From that moment on, he would always remember Mu Zishan's reckless devotion: rushing towards him from the crowd, her hair ruffled, her petite body thrown into his arms, not caring about the wine spilling on her, and finally that adorable look of pretending not to know him.
After returning home safely, Aunt Lin cooked dinner for them as usual and calmly told them which flowers had bloomed in the garden and which butterflies had been attracted.
At night, Zhuo Qiang lay beside her, kissed her forehead, buried her in his chest, and savored the happy feeling of the impact.
Although Shan Cong had endless things to do every day, whenever he had the chance, he would go to the courtyard and sit with Mu Zishan in the yard to tell him about his troublesome cases. Sometimes, with Mu Zishan's gentle guidance, he felt that any case became much simpler. The snacks made by Aunt Lin also added rhythm to their stories. Seeing them talk so freely, even Aunt Lin couldn't help but stop what she was doing and stand aside to listen to their interesting stories.
"Is there any news about that person?" Mu Zishan asked.
"That hacker seems to have disappeared recently," Shan Cong replied, "and he hasn't made any moves. Maybe he's afraid of being targeted by the police."
"Haha," she let out that strange laugh again, "How could you be so stupid as to target him?"
"What do you mean?" Shan Cong asked in confusion.
"He has already taken action recently," Mu Zishan said, "but you haven't noticed it."
"Ah?" He was surprised, but she didn't tell him the specific information, which made him nervous and returned to the bureau.
On the night of March 25th, a young newlywed couple died in the swimming pool of a large house in the suburbs. The temperature of the swimming pool was exactly 25 degrees that night. According to locals, the house is often haunted.
On her website, a person who calls herself "Miss Detective" claims that she can find the murderer within a week. The police have received the same information, but at first they just regarded it as a prank.
Shan Cong received the case, but without any clues or witnesses, it was difficult to find the murderer. Therefore, the case was classified as an unsolved case by the police and was not solved in a hurry.
"This detective lady..." Shan Cong looked at an email on the computer. The person who could speak like this must be no ordinary person.
"Officer Shan, don't you think people these days seem uncomfortable, as if they're trying to compete with our police department?" a colleague walked up behind him. "A month ago, people were still discussing online whether this detective was a man or a woman. My guess is it's definitely a man. Women are busy shopping for clothes, so who cares about such trivial matters?"
Shan Cong felt that he was right. If he didn't know Mu Zishan, he might have thought so too. No matter what the outside world said, the real detective was definitely a woman. As for this fake detective, it was very likely a man. "Has Mr. Li finished your case?"
"How could that be possible?" the other party said with a distressed look, "He thinks everyone in the bureau is like you, able to solve a few cases a day."
"Are you trying to flatter me?" Shan Cong laughed.
"What's wrong with patting? It's your fault that you keep getting better and better," he leaned against his neck, "making us almost become nothing in front of Li Sir."
"Well," Shan Cong said, "I'll take a few days off. You guys should hurry up and solve a few more cases. That way you can get a bigger bonus at the end of the month."
"Then I have to thank you very much." The other party grinned, let him go and returned to his seat.
He went to Li Sir's office: "Li Sir!"
"Come in," Li Heyan looked at him, "What's going on?"
"I'd like to take a few days off."
Li Heyan thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid you heard the rumor again."
"Haha, nothing escapes your eyes."
"Since you're going to investigate a case, there's no need to ask for leave. Just hand over the other cases to others," he added. "Don't just spend the whole day trying to figure out how to solve the case. You should think about your own life."
"I see. Why are you more anxious than my mother?"
"What are you talking about?" Seeing that Shan Cong had shut his mouth and didn't say anything, he could only let him go, "Go."
Shan Cong took advantage of the free time in the afternoon to go to the suburbs. The roads there were very wide, but there were not many vehicles passing by. After driving for about half an hour, he arrived at the big house. The staff and residents around seemed to be a little afraid of it.
"I'm afraid no one would dare live in this house anymore," one woman said. "It's badly haunted."
He never believed in ghosts, but this house did seem eerie. He felt a chill the moment he got closer. He walked around outside for a few times, but apart from the sound of running water inside, there was nothing else.
The owner of this house now lives in a high-rise building in the city and rarely comes back. Only the cleaning lady who comes to clean the house every month goes in.
He left before dark, went to the police station to get some information, and stayed up all night at home.
In the courtyard, Zhuo Qiang held up his tablet computer and kept flipping through the photos he had taken in Paris, showing them to her from time to time: "Go again sometime, the architecture there is really unique."
She lay in the chair and tapped the screen: "Well, it's really good."
Seeing that she was absent-minded, she pouted and looked at herself.
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