The wind on the top of the mountain was strong, and the aroma of barbecue was blown far away. Fortunately, the neighbors here were separated by tall trees and vegetation, otherwise they would cry.

The villa, which was always deserted, was now full of laughter. Fang Zhenyue leaned against the white outer wall of the villa, holding a glass of champagne and chatting with the guests. From time to time, he raised his head and burst into laughter, which was rarely seen in the past.

He was wearing his favorite pair of flip-flops, and the hem of his shirt was casually tucked half into his pants and half outside his pants. The waist drawstring of his black sports pants would swing back and forth with his movements. The whole person was relaxed and unrestrained.

It can be seen that Fang Zhenyue was really relaxed and happy today.

The mountain breeze blew through his short hair, and his slender fingers gently twirled it. Liu Jiaming shouted that he wanted to eat the first skewer of lamb. Fang Zhenyue laughed and disagreed:

"If you want to respect the elderly, the oldest in this yard is Uncle Jiu. If you want to love the young, the youngest is naturally Jiajun. If you want lady first, it should be Jiaru and Eleven. How come it is your turn?"

"Otherwise, I will be a pet." Liu Jiaming took a small convenience food cake that Fang Zhenyue had prepared from the long dining table and complained.

Jiaru passed by, and Liu Jiaming was tasting the food in his mouth. He glanced at her, and hurriedly picked up another small cake and handed it to Jiaru, saying vaguely: "Try it, it's delicious."

"Oh, thank you, Brother Jiaming~" Jiaru raised her head and smiled sweetly, which was sweeter than the cake Liu Jiaming handed to her.

"Hehe." Liu Jiaming took another cake and touched it with hers.

"As a pet, a large pet like you is not popular. It's not your turn. It's never your turn. Just wait." Sanfu sent the freshly skewered meat to the oven. He happened to pass by and couldn't help but interrupt to tease Jiaming.

Jiaru walked to the eldest sister and helped put various wines and drinks on the table while whispering:

"Eldest sister, when you become a sergeant in the future, can you discipline Brother Jiaming well?"

"Ah?" Jiayi opened a bottle of champagne with a pop, raised her head and took a sip, then turned around to look at the surrounding scenery.

Fang Zhenyue's villa faces Victoria Harbor, and the rooftop terrace can see the wider sea in other directions. It is said that even the villas on the top of the mountain are divided into different levels. The ones facing Victoria Harbour are the best. If you can overlook the whole situation, that is of course the best.

The villa area is sparsely populated, which is completely different from the crowds in Sham Shui Po where you bump into people every two steps.

The mountain breeze blows refreshingly across your cheeks and neck, and you feel cool even if you take a deep breath. The sea breeze climbs the mountain, and when it blows on your face, it not only tastes like seafood, but also has the fragrance of grass and trees on the mountain.

Looking down, there are beautiful scenery everywhere, whether it is the endless sea, the Victoria Harbour, or the city and mountains on the other side of the bay.

No wonder rich people want to build villas here. Looking around like this, there is really a sense of pleasure of seeing the whole world at a glance. It seems as if you own this city vaguely, and that sense of control is really cool.

"Turn him into a gentle detective who is especially gentle to women, but keep his cheerful personality." Jiaru put all the Oriental Magic Water Jianlibao neatly, 5 bottles of frozen lime tea, and 5 cups of milk tea.

"?" Jiayi finally turned her gaze from the scenery back to her sister's face.

Wait, how did she become a sergeant?

Why is she training other detectives again?

Is Ms. Yi Jiaru thinking too far?

"This way, when I grow up, you can just be my boyfriend." Jiaru put all the drinks in place, put her hands together, and turned to look at her elder sister with a smile:

"You are my real sister, you won't not help me like this, right?"

"..." Jiayi.

Suddenly I felt that I was old and didn't understand the thoughts of young people.

"Come and eat, come and eat." Yi Jiadong suddenly shouted, and the crowd, who had been sniffing the aroma for a long time and were drooling with greed, gathered around him instantly.

The oil dripped onto the charcoal, creating a strange aroma.

This aroma, at first, smelled like meat, but then you could smell cumin, sesame, pepper powder, chili powder and other spices.

These barbecue aromas mixed together are probably the most irresistible smell for humans.

Jiayi vaguely heard the barking of a dog, and seriously suspected that it was the dog from a distant neighbor's house with a more sensitive nose, who must have been angry because of greed and was howling to the sky.

Everyone reached out to Brother Jiadong, and the big brother then distributed skewers of meat around like a great god who saved the disaster victims.

Soon, everyone in the yard had a handful of skewers of meat in their hands.

Yi Jiadong watched everyone eating skewers like hungry ghosts, so he also picked up a skewer and continued to grill new ones while eating - this is the privilege of a chef, eat the meat first when it is cooked.

Jiayi only got 3 skewers of beef and 2 skewers of mutton. She glanced around and saw that Sanfu, who was standing next to her, actually had two skewers of grilled sausages in his hand .

The sausages were cut into octopus flowers, and the tentacles were roasted and curled up. The burnt red color looked very crispy.

Sanfu caught Jiayi's eyes, smiled lightly, and readily picked out a skewer of sausages from his hand and stuffed it into her hand.

Jiayi's eyes moved from the sausages to Sanfu's face, "Thank you, Sanfu."

"Eat it." Sanfu smiled and didn't care. He turned around and chatted with his brothers again.

As soon as the sausage was in hand, Jiayi took a bite.

The first thing she bit was the roasted crispy skin, which prevented her from biting through it. Then she bit all the way down and easily pulled off a piece of sausage that was full of the aroma of oil, cumin, chili and other spices. She chewed it with big mouthfuls, and the crispy and soft texture mixed together, with a rich taste.

The roasted food was really delicious, and the heat filled her mouth, making her unable to restrain herself from making meaningless sounds such as "mmm", "ahhh", and "hissing": it was really delicious. Apart from the instinctive howling like an animal, I really can't think of any other words to express its deliciousness.

Such delicious food cannot be eaten alone. Jiayi ate half of it and passed it to Jiaru, "Come on, everything that comes out of my mouth is good stuff, eat it quickly!"

"..." Jiaru was speechless about her elder sister's description, but no one could resist the charm of grilled sausages, so she still did as she was told, ate half of it, and left a bite for Jiajun:

"Come on, everything that comes out of my mouth is good stuff, eat it quickly!"

"..." Jiajun.

Oops, I accidentally became the bottom of the food chain in this family. But... grilled sausages are so delicious, ah ah ah...

Jiayi took two steps while chewing on the lamb skewers and met Gary who was chewing on chicken wings.

Her eyes then fell on another string of chicken wings in Gary's hand. The chicken skin was roasted to a caramel color, bubbling with oil, and covered with cumin and other seasonings. One can imagine how tender and delicious it would be to bite into the crispy skin and juicy meat, chewing them together with the taste of grilled ingredients.

Gary followed her gaze and took out the remaining string of chicken wings in his hand and handed them to Jiayi.

"Thank you, Brother Gary." Jiayi took the chicken wings, tilted her head and smiled with narrowed eyes. Wow, the dream came true, so happy.

"You're welcome, Sister Eleven." Gary laughed, bumped her shoulder, and turned to find milk tea.

Jiayi took a big bite of the chicken wing. As expected, the aroma of chicken juice filled her mouth. She first tasted the freshness, then the crispy and soft chicken skin and the fragrant roasted seasoning. She quickly ate the chicken wing. There were two more chicken wings on the long wooden skewer. She handed them to Jiaru:

"Come on, sister will give you some more goodies!"

"Thank you, sister!" Jiaru ate the second chicken wing and handed the last one to Jiajun.

Before Jiaru could speak, Jiajun had already said: "I know, sister gave it to me."

Jiaru smiled and patted Jiajun on the head.

After a while, she got the grilled octopus that her elder sister had robbed from Fang Sir, the grilled shrimp that her elder sister had robbed from Uncle Jiu, and the grilled abalone that her elder sister had robbed from Sun Xin...

Jiaru had eaten too many delicacies that her elder sister had missed out on her. Looking at the people strolling around in the villa yard, eating and chatting with each other, she couldn't help but sigh:

"Eldest sister, you are really well-loved..." "

?" Jiayi, who had eaten all kinds of grilled skewers after strolling around the yard, raised her eyebrows. Thinking back, it was true that her welfare was comparable to that of Yi Jiadong, who grilled and ate at the same time.

She laughed and sat sweetly on the swing by the swimming pool, eating skewers while scanning the crowd.

Everyone is really nice, and they are all nice to her.

After the feeling of fullness provided a lot of happiness, the spiritual level was also satisfied.

Jiayi tiptoed on the ground, sitting on the swing and swaying gently, looking up at the blue sky on the top of the mountain, and the breeze blew over her exposed jaw and thin neck when she raised her chin.

It was so comfortable, drowsy.

...

After eating and drinking, the detectives really invited Sun Xin to play mahjong as they said before.

Everyone was ready to win the game today.

So more than a dozen people formed two mahjong tables. Only Ding Baoshu, Jiaru, and Jiajun could not sit at the table. They had to act as waiters, moving and playing freely in Fang Zhenyue's big villa, and helping to get food and drinks when someone shouted.

Fortunately, Fang Zhenyue's family also had a game console, so the children could have fun.

At first, the game consoles in the villa were the noisiest, and during the game fighting phase, little Jiajun often beat Jiaru until she screamed.

But soon, the noise of the mahjong game drowned out the sound of the two little players playing. Liu Jiaming was the first to lose his patience. He lost so much that his eyes widened and he kept shouting provocations:

"Next round! I will definitely win and make you cry for your parents!"

"Wow, what's going on? Come again! I don't believe it."

"Tofu, are you really not cheating? Why doesn't the director ask you to film the King of Gamblers? You don't need special effects!"

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible..."

"Brother Jiaming, is it okay? How about I take over?" Jiayi, who was sitting at another table, looked back and saw Liu Jiaming wiping his sweat after losing, and couldn't help but speak.

Liu Jiaming refused at first, but he couldn't stand it anymore after losing, so he had to change tables with Jiayi with his head down. While walking towards the "casual card table", he said that it was not that he was too weak, but that Doufuzai had a problem.

Patting Liu Jiaming on the shoulder, Jiayi sat on the "Shura Field Card Table" and found that it was not only Liu Jiaming who lost, but only Liu Jiaming who lost and cried.

Brother Yue and Brother Sanfu also lost badly, but the two "tough guys" had idol baggage and refused to show weakness and wail after losing money. They were all there acting as the boss who "still remained calm even if they lost everything but their underwear."

"Sun Xin, why are you so fierce? Let the gambling god Sister Eleven test your depth!" As soon as Jiayi sat at the table, she naturally spoke trash talk.

"Don't brag, Eleven, or you'll cry when you lose!" Liu Jiaming, who was sitting at the next table, couldn't help but turn around and say something when he heard this.

Doufuzi is the real invincible gambling god!

"Is it true? Come on!" Jiayi was rubbing the mahjong tiles and provoking him.

The Great Wall in front of Sun Xin was already stacked, and the mahjong pieces were neatly arranged. With a deft push, the mahjong array moved forward half a finger's distance and stood diagonally, leaving a free area in front of him.

Jiayi imitated Sun Xin and pushed the mahjong array forward, but it was a mess and she had to put the lagging mahjong tiles back one by one manually.

She didn't think she was clumsy, and she was still eager to try and wait for the dealer to throw the dice.

"Don't be so arrogant. Just like when cooking Mapo Tofu, every move Doufu makes on this mahjong table is not superfluous and has a special meaning. Every card he plays is planned. Doufu must have a mahjong plan in his head. He has a clear plan for which cards have been played, which cards are in whose hands, and which discarded cards should be played first and which discarded cards should be played later." Sanfu said while shaking his head:

"We are playing games, while they are making strategies and deploying troops."

"So amazing?" Jiayi frowned and turned to stare at Sun Xin.

She counted with her fingers and realized that this was not a simple matter. She

nodded vigorously, pretending to be facing a powerful enemy, but she casually played a card in her hand. In fact, she was not very cautious in her actions.

It's just a game. It doesn't matter if I lose some money to Sun Xin.

At this table, only Jiayi is relaxing and having fun. She only cares about her own cards and doesn't care about what others win. She doesn't care about anything and

lets her mind run wild. Although Fang Zhenyue and Sanfu don't care about money, the competitive spirit in men's bones is at work, and they just won't admit defeat.

Both of them frowned, concentrating on counting and stacking cards and observing Sun Xin.

With the unremitting efforts of Fang Zhenyue and Sanfu, Jiayi won the first game with three, six, nine, and Sanfu was the cannon.

Sun Xin played a game of 50,000. He lowered his head and whispered why he didn't eat Jiayi's card when Jiayi played 50,000 just now: "I wanted to win by myself, but it's a pity that Jiayi won. I shouldn't be so greedy if I had known."

"Yeah, if you can win, win. Small money is still money. Sometimes you just want to win more, but you end up losing. Hahaha." Jiayi laughed happily and reached out to Sanfu to collect the money.

In the second game, Jiayi won two bings and six pairs.

Sun Xin pointed the gun and got a six.

When Jiayi was happily clapping and praising her good luck, Sun Xin pushed his cards into the mahjong table and said slowly while shuffling the cards:

"I should have known that I would win a small game. I shouldn't have broken up the neat cards. I wanted to play a thirteen yao..."

This was to explain why he had a set of five, six, and seven in his hand, but he broke them up and played a six alone.

In the third game, Fang Zhenyue drew a self-drawn card.

In the fourth game, Sanfu played a six bing, but Sun Xin didn't eat it. Jiayi won all the cards, and Fang Zhenyue made a cannon.

The fifth game...

After a few rounds of this, Sanfu suddenly slapped the table and pointed at Sun Xin angrily:

"Tofu boy! You are cheating! You give me 11 points every time."

He saw it all! There is no mistake!

Sun Xin is just trying to flatter Yi Jiayi, the boss. That's it.

"I didn't..." Sun Xin sat up straight, his face flushed, and he waved his hands.

"Why do you say give me a hand? It's just my luck." Jiayi put his hands on the table and looked at Sanfu with a smile, "Brother Sanfu, give me money!"

"Ha, you tofu boy!" Sanfu was still angry while giving money.

The thought that Sun Xin could guarantee that he would not lose money while giving in to Yi Jiayi was like he had clearly arranged the other people at the mahjong table.

The key point was that Sanfu could clearly see that Sun Xin was deliberately giving in, but he had no idea how he did it, and he couldn't think of how to resolve it.

It really made me angry.

Sure enough, he is more suitable to be a detective. Playing games like mahjong is too difficult for him!

"I didn't cheat... It's all within the rules." Sun Xin explained weakly, turned his head and met Jiayi's eyes, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

Today, he and Ms. Yi Jiayi won a lot of money.

"I will put up a big poster at the door of Yi Ji: [Don't play mahjong with Chef Sun Xin]! Let it be known!" Sanfu stood up, stretched his waist, and sighed:

"Fortunately, Tofuzai doesn't go to the casino, otherwise all casinos in Hong Kong will have to make new rules in the future: Sun Xin is not allowed to enter."

"Hahaha, how can it be so exaggerated!" Jiayi also stood up and twisted her waist happily.

It was getting dark. Everyone had played at Yue Ge's house for most of the day. It was time to leave and let the host have a good rest.

When everyone was tidying up the card table, Jiayi quietly approached Sun Xin, covered her mouth with her hand and whispered: "I'll treat you to ice cream when I get home! Two for you!"

"I really didn't let you win..." Sun Xin scratched his head, and the skin around his eyes turned red again. Because of his pale face, any other color would be very obvious on his face.

Jiayi shook her head and said in disapproval, "Tofu, you are not suitable for telling lies."

People will see through it at a glance.

"..." Sun Xin was embarrassed, chuckled, and buried his head to help pack things.

The sun set in the west, and the sky, sea and city were all dyed with golden and fiery red clouds, gorgeous and unparalleled.

When Jiayi was tidying up the tables and chairs, she turned her head and looked into the distance. She saw the setting sun on the sea in the west. Two round suns as beautiful as egg yolks, one above the sea level and the other below the sea level, all so beautiful, all emitting colorful clouds covering the sky and the earth...

So beautiful.

Jiayi was watching the sea and the sunset, and Fang Zhenyue was watching her.

The glow reflected on the girl's tender and smooth cheeks, dyeing them with rouge color, and her eyebrows, eyes and lips seemed to become softer, very beautiful.

He put one hand in his pocket and picked up a plastic chair with the other hand and stacked it on another plastic chair. The corners of his lips twitched, and his eyes turned to Sun Xin who was helping to put away the barbecue stove by the swimming pool.

Tofu Zai's skin was originally very pale, but it has become much more rosy these days, probably because he has eaten well and slept well. His eyebrows and eyes are more vivid, and his originally timid expression has become gentle and calm, and his handsome features are more prominent.

He is really a rare handsome guy. He is a good Sichuan chef in Yi Ji, and he can probably crush a group of young actors if he is sent to TVB.

Fang Zhenyue's lip lines were unconsciously straightened, and when he looked at Jia Yi again, his eyes became much more complicated.

...

Walk down the small steps in the yard, go around the soundproof tree belt, and then reach the road.

Uncle Jiu drove Sanfu and the others away, while Fang Zhenyue drove the big jeep to take the Yi family down the mountain to Central to take a boat to the Star Ferry Pier.

The winding mountain road was very flat, and we turned down the mountain and watched the sunset from different angles.

The sky slowly faded away from its warm colors, the rainbow disappeared, and the surroundings were covered with light purple, turning into purple-blue, then covered with gray, and finally sank into a black that was a bit dark blue.

The top of the mountain is much quieter than the city. The villa area surrounded by lush vegetation seems quiet when there is no sunlight.

Probably every wealthy person who lives here can enjoy the tranquility and seclusion like a vacation when he returns home at night. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, and no light pollution from the neon lights at the foot of the mountain.

It must be very happy to be wrapped in nature at night.

This is Jiayi's feeling. If she really asked, Fang Zhenyue would probably give her a negative answer: it is lonely and deserted.

The chassis of the jeep is very high, and the view is better than that of Uncle Jiu's car in front. The headlights are very bright, and when turning left, the grass and trees under the hillside in front of the right will be as clear as day.

When turning to the third bend, Fang Zhenyue's headlights suddenly illuminated a person standing on the side of the road. He braked and slowed down hurriedly, and drove around the passerby and his motorcycle.

If Fang Zhenyue was a driver with road rage, he would probably stick his head out and scold the other party. Standing at the corner of the cliff in the middle of the night is simply looking for death. Fortunately, although

Sir Fang has a bad temper, he is not irritable. He stared at the other party and not only did he not get angry, but he slowed down and looked at the other party carefully.

Jiayi, who was sitting behind the passenger seat, suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Fang Zhenyue's seat with both hands, and whispered:

"Brother Yue, did you see that thing at the bottom of the hill? It looks like a light-colored suit jacket embroidered with red roses."

The reason why the uncle was standing at the corner of the road seemed to be picking up something.

The hilltop villa area is very clean. Road cleaners do road clearance, maintenance and cleaning twice a day, morning and evening. Every day, they clean up all the garbage within sight of the roadside. Even if it is dangerous to clean up the garbage below the hillside, the workers will use tools to accomplish it.

After all, the rich pay high taxes and have high requirements for the living environment.

Therefore, logically, there should not be such clear garbage falling on the hillside without anyone cleaning it up.

In particular, it looks like a coat, and it is not just simple garbage.

When Jiayi spoke, Fang Zhenyue was turning the corner and driving slowly to a safe place on the roadside. After

parking the car, he turned around and told everyone, then got out of the car with a flashlight and went back to check whether the thing that just passed by was a suit jacket.

Jiayi also jumped out of the car. After telling her eldest brother to keep an eye on Jiaru and Jiajun, she quickly caught up with Fang Zhenyue's footsteps, walked along the roadside and looked at the fan-shaped area covered by the flashlight in front of her.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened. The sea in the distance retracted its beauty and grace, releasing a deep and mysterious shadow. Jiayi looked around and felt awe.

When they finally retreated to the bend, Fang Zhenyue and Jiayi stood side by side, and finally confirmed that the light-colored thing that fell on the edge of the bushes was a light-colored suit.

But there were no embroidered roses on it. The clusters of red were all knife cuts stained with blood.

"Did you see anyone?" Jiayi showed her ID to the passers-by and then asked.

"No, I saw it when I was cleaning up the garbage on the road. It looked like a bloody shirt, madam." It turned out that the passerby was a sanitation worker who was doing nighttime obstacle clearing on a scooter.

Fang Zhenyue took off his coat and hung it on the front of the sanitation worker's motorcycle. He was going to dive down to the cliff to investigate in order to find out whether the suit was worn by someone who was stabbed and bled.

Jiayi looked at the hillside below the road. It was full of bushes. Fang Zhenyue was tall and strong, so it would be difficult for him to walk down. So she held him and said,

"Brother Yue, I'm smaller than you. Let me go down and take a look."

She stretched out her foot to test the firmness of the earth slope, and then prepared to walk down sideways.

As soon as she landed, the sole of her shoe slipped a little.

Jiayi hurriedly bent down to hold onto the concrete road to steady herself, and a big hand had already grabbed her hand that was pressed to the ground. The expected rough feel of the concrete floor was replaced by a strong and warm palm.

Although the inside of this palm and the fingertips were also rough, when she held it in reverse, she not only did not feel rough, but felt very safe.

"I'll stand here and hold you, you take a few steps down and take a closer look. If we can confirm that the red color is blood, it should be that someone was stabbed while wearing it, and we will go back to my house and call the police."

Fang Zhenyue told her his plan and nodded.

Jiayi felt the strength of his palm and the reliability of being held by him. She

squeezed his palm back and nodded, without hesitation, facing Fang Zhenyue and the ground, with her back to the cliff, and slowly going down.

She stepped firmly with each step, making sure the soil was firm enough before she landed, and then continued to move downward. She stopped only when Fang Zhenyue squatted down and stretched out his arms to allow her to go as far as she could.

The man held a flashlight in his other hand and shone it on the suit jacket.

The sanitation worker standing by also helped with the flashlight.

Looking at Jiayi, a tall and pretty policewoman, who was not bothered by the mud on the abandoned soil slope or the shrubs scratching her clothes, and was bold and efficient, I couldn't help but admire her. When I looked out, I kept muttering,

"You're amazing. Oh, be careful where you step, madam."

Jiayi picked up a wooden branch and pushed aside the shrubs that were blocking her view. After a careful look, she turned to Zhenyue and said,

"Brother Yue, your suit was indeed pierced by a knife. The red color around the puncture looks like blood. There also seems to be blood on the branches behind... There are vertical blood drops and splashing blood drops.

"There are traces of shrubs being crushed over there. People should have walked down from there.

"Yes... It looks like two people's footprints.

" "There is also red liquid over there... A lot of it. "

While Jiayi was looking around, she instructed Fang Zhenyue to shine the flashlight in the direction of the stick in her hand.

As her field of vision expanded, the more information she saw, the stronger her grip on his hand became.

After hearing Jiayi's observation report, the sanitation worker couldn't help but admire: "Madam is so professional, has someone been murdered?"

Jiayi did not answer the sanitation worker. Fang Zhenyue had absorbed enough information and had already pulled her hand back:

"Come back."

"Do you want to call the police, Brother Yue? "Jiayi used his strength to climb up the sloping hillside.

Fang Zhenyue only used a few efforts to easily pull her up.

When stepping on the concrete road, Jiayi had not yet adapted to the flat road surface, and her body leaned forward. Fang Zhenyue immediately reached out to hold her shoulders.

In order to make herself stand firm, Jiayi also instinctively held his arm. Under her fingertips, she felt the hard muscle lines, warm and powerful, just like his big palm, conveying a reliable signal.

When he pulled her hand down the slope, Jiayi felt very stable. She was not afraid that he would not be able to catch her, and she was not worried that she would fall down the hillside. .

Because he is here.

This is probably due to the sense of security that Fang Zhenyue has always brought to people. Everyone in the team believes in him. As long as he says it's okay, everyone thinks it's okay.

So she didn't even feel that it was that dangerous or scary just now.

Turning her head to look at the hillside again, it was still very steep and dark. If she fell down, she might be smashed to pieces...

She looked up at Fang Zhenyue. Because the two of them were standing very close, she had to look up very hard to see his firm jawline. Moving her eyes down, there was a clearly defined Adam's apple. It rolled slightly, and Jiayi quickly retracted her gaze and took a small step back.

"Uncle, please help look after the scene. Don't go downhill easily to avoid damaging the scene. "Fang Zhenyue said to the sanitation worker, glanced at Jiayi, and stretched out his arms.

He didn't touch her, but separated her from the hillside to prevent her from accidentally falling down:

"Let's go, go back to my house and call the police."

Jiayi nodded and followed him back to the jeep.

"Brother Yue, you go back to call the police, I will stay here with the sanitation worker uncle to clean up the scene, do you think this is okay?" Jiayi stood by the car and discussed with Fang Zhenyue. She was a little worried about leaving the sanitation worker here alone.

If this was really a murder scene, if the murderer found the bloody clothes missing and came back to get them, the sanitation worker would be in danger.

At least she could have someone to support her and watch the sanitation worker from doing anything wrong.

"..." Fang Zhenyue also thought of this, but today was a day off, so he didn't say anything because he was worried about her safety.

What's more, before the matter was clarified, the sanitation worker could not be ruled out as a threat.

But looking at her serious expression and determined eyes, he pondered for a few seconds, took out a baseball bat from the trunk and gave it to her:

"You hide on the side of the road here, and keep a distance from the sanitation worker, and be alert to anyone. If you see other suspicious people, try not to conflict, and shout to the sanitation worker to escape in different ways, understand? Your own safety is always the most important."

"I understand, Brother Yue." Jiayi nodded seriously. She never acts recklessly and never makes decisions on her own. She has always been a very reliable and reassuring police officer.

"I will arrange for your eldest brother and his friends to sleep in the guest room of the villa for one night. I will come to meet you as soon as I call the police." Fang Zhenyue nodded, and the thought of "I should buy a mobile phone" flashed through his mind. He looked around again, reminded them to "be safe and be alert", and then sat back in the jeep and stepped on the accelerator to quickly return.

Jiayi retracted her sight, leaned on the inside of the mountain road, where it was safe and windproof, and held the baseball bat tightly, keeping an eye on all directions and listening to all directions. She was alert to the whole world.

She would not miss even the slightest sound, and was always prepared to have a conflict with others or flee to Fang Zhenyue's villa on the mountain.

The sanitation worker stood bored on the edge of the cliff, sometimes looking at the clothes hanging on the bushes below, sometimes shining a flashlight around, sometimes looking back at the female police officer who was confronting him, scratching his head, and finally looking at the bay to the north in the mountain breeze.

The evening breeze was quiet, rustling the grass and trees.

The sea surface in the distance was also rippling, and dark clouds were dotted on the originally clear sky.

At night, the sky changed.