Yi Jiayi did not answer the questions from the media. She put aside her love life and focused on helping Team A solve the case.

The reporters were more nervous about the case than the victim's family, and the media were almost more active than the police.

You Zhaohua finally saw what a celebrity detective was. A group of reporters followed him and he couldn't get rid of them.

They also got some exposure. The unknown detectives rarely showed up in front of the newspapers.

5 million citizens followed Yi Jiayi's progress in solving the case with newspapers every day. Some reporters even noticed that Yi Jiayi would involuntarily paint her nails with a marker when she was thinking about something.

Gradually, everyone discovered that the black marker was used to write complicated clues, and the red marker was used to mark important breakthrough points. The media began to learn to judge the progress of the case by observing the color of Yi Jiayi's nails.

The craze of the whole nation was set off, and everyone was infused with detective logic.

The wife began to observe whether her husband was cheating, the old lady's private money was finally discovered, the child who fell in love early could no longer hide the secret, and even the barking of the Zhao family's dog must have some reason worth investigating...

People found new fun and new passion in life, celebrating the birth of a new idol in the police.

After absorbing all the documents sorted out by Team A, visiting the scene, and examining the body, Yi Jiayi pointed the finger at a small person in the case who was not noticeable - a young man who was originally recorded with a brief statement by Team A detective Tony.

You Zhaohua wanted to ask a few more questions about why he felt that this person was suspicious, but he found that the detectives from Group B who came to accompany Yi Jiayi to help Group A solve the case, there was no need to ask more questions, they had already started to act.

Don't ask about the instructions of Sister Eleven! If you ask, it means that Sister Eleven must have a deeper meaning! Sister Eleven must have her own reasons!

Time is tight, everyone trusts her too much, and without waiting for her analysis, they have already taken the task to execute.

You Zhaohua thought about Yi Jiayi's past reputation for reliability, and after thinking about it, he didn't say much, ordered his detectives to listen to Sister Eleven's orders, and they were sent out one by one.

George was holding a notebook and was about to record Sister Eleven's profound detective logic and ideas for discovering clues and evidence, but he didn't expect everyone to skip this link.

When he ran out to catch up with the team, George sighed and thought: Everyone else has a pile of notes, but I don't, sob...

In the afternoon, Yi Jiayi dressed up and sat on the second floor of the ice house to watch.

Occasionally, when he had the leisure to look around, he saw many little hooligans wandering aimlessly. They

were no different from when Wang Ergou and Zhang Ersan walked along the village ditch in the east of the village when they were children.

They hunched their heads and looked for insects and shrimps in the ditches. From time to time, they would glance around to see if there were other insects. When passing by a fruit tree, they would stretch out a hand and touch a peach to eat.

While walking, they might suddenly jump down...

Just as he was thinking, the little hooligans diagonally ran over and jogged a few steps, then laughed and cursed together.

Yi Jiayi couldn't help laughing. People are really the same in nature, and men are the same naughty children no matter how old they are.

After squatting for another half an hour, the young man who was drinking tea opposite finally left. You Zhaohua, who had been lurking nearby, immediately rushed over and stopped the other party from touching the tea cup and other items before the tea girl took it away.

After discussing with the store owner, You Zhaohua packed all the tableware used by the suspect in an evidence bag, sent it back to the police station by express car, and handed it over to the Forensic Department.

Three hours later, the test results were issued, and the fingerprints of the young man overlapped with a key fingerprint found at the crime scene.

After comparing the footprints and other information, Brother Da Guangming gave a reliable guess: the murderer was likely wearing leather shoes that were one size larger than his own and the same size and shape as the previous suspect to commit the crime. Although it did lead the police to suspect the previous suspect, a person's gait and the force of the foot when walking are different. It can still be judged that although the shoe size does not match, the footprints left by the big leather shoes are still the same as the young man captured by Madam Yi Xin.

In the evening, You Zhaohua led the team to wait for the arrest.

Jiayi took Liang Shule and George to guard the side door. When she turned around to admire the sunset in the gap between the buildings, Jiayi took off her sunglasses.

The second-generation rich man who passed by recognized her at a glance, and immediately turned around, parked his Porsche next to Jiayi, put his elbow on the door of the convertible, poked his sunglasses to the top of his head with his fingers, and asked with a smile:

"Madam, are you working on a case?"

Jiayi put on her sunglasses, frowned, walked over, opened the car door and sat in, holding the second-generation rich man's shoulder with one hand, and whispered: "Shut up, don't start the car, just sit like this."

"Okay, I'm willing to cooperate, Madam Yi." The second-generation rich man felt the pressure emanating from the other party, stepped on the brake, and turned his head from time to time to look at Yi Jiayi, and then looked around. On the one hand, he was curious about what Officer Yi was doing, and on the other hand, he was a little nervous.

"Madam, are you free tonight?" The second-generation rich man couldn't help but invite with a playful smile.

At this moment, a man rushed out of the narrow building, punched Liang Shule in the face, and then jumped over the fence of the sidewalk, preparing to cross the road.

Jiayi tightened the hand holding the rich second generation, and shouted: "Don't stop him!"

The hair on the back of the rich second generation's head stood up, and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the young man who was sprinting across the road.

Jiayi's pupils shrank, "I asked you to stop him, not to kill him."

"Yes, madam." The rich second generation turned nervously, and the engine hummed and exploded. The super high reaction speed and throttle sensitivity of the sports car were reflected in this moment, and the roar scared the suspect to turn around.

The next moment, the sports car stopped in front of the suspect.

Without hesitation, Yi Jiayi jumped out of the car with both hands, grabbed the suspect's wrist, and kicked him hard. As he staggered, the handcuffs locked his left hand with a click.

The suspect wanted to punch and break free, but Jiayi raised her arm to block him. The next moment, she grabbed the opponent's fist, pulled him tightly, turned around, and pushed her foot to the inside of the opponent's legs

. With a "bang!", the suspect was counterattacked by Jiayi and pressed on the convertible next to him.

How to subdue someone taller and stronger than herself - this set of body movements, Jiayi has never forgotten.

Pressing down the suspect, Jiayi took a deep breath and recalled the time when she learned and practiced this set of body movements.

Pursing her lips and frowning, her eyes were full of anger. She pulled the handcuffs and handcuffed the suspect's other hand with a click.

The rich second-generation man who was still sitting in the Porsche was stunned by Jiayi's smooth moves. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He just clapped his hands and couldn't say anything except "so strong and so hot".

Liang Shule ran over with his cheekbone covered and took the suspect from Yi Jiayi.

Jiayi patted the non-existent dust on her hands, turned her head to look at the rich second generation, nodded and said: "Thank you for your help."

"..." The rich second generation's face instantly turned red, and the whole person was stimulated by this thank you.

The soul that had been a playboy for many years was suddenly hit by a special emotion called "sense of value". The most exciting eating, drinking and having fun in the past were not as enjoyable as this moment.

He stared at Madam Yi leading the team away, his chest heaving, and under the strange positive feedback impact, he seemed to have some enlightenment.

The next day, the photo of Jiayi riding in a luxury car and catching a murderer with the help of the son of a small rich man was published on the headlines of various newspapers and magazines.

Fang Zhenyue walked into the B team office with a newspaper in his hand. He wandered around before standing by Jiayi's desk. He then scratched his face and asked uncertainly,

"Do you prefer a Porsche convertible?"

Jiayi was stunned for a long time before she understood what Brother Yue meant. She was amused, took his hand, and whispered,

"I like a powerful, steady, and low-key big jeep."

...

At night, the two people who had no case to do started dating mode.

Like all other ordinary couples, they ordered French food in a beautiful restaurant, asked the restaurant artist to play the violin, and went to the movies hand in hand with flowers and popcorn.

When they walked out of the theater, they encountered paparazzi taking pictures.

Fang Zhenyue wanted to hold her with his suit, but Jiayi was not afraid of the camera. She put her hands around his waist, turned her head to face the paparazzi's camera, and smiled like everyone who is happy and sweet when in love.

The paparazzi didn't catch up with the big jeep that Fang Sir drove like an airplane. When he put away the camera, he murmured: "She agreed. Madam Yi is Fang Sir's girlfriend."

The headlines of tomorrow's news were destined when this set of photos was taken.

...

At night, Fang Zhenyue drove her all the way to his home like a robber.

He held her in his suit and turned into the villa.

Ovaltine spilled on her chin, flowing down her neck, wetting her white shirt and dyeing it with circles of ripples.

When she put it on her neck and tasted it, Ovaltine had a unique pheromone smell.

Rocks rolled at Fang Zhenyue's throat, the shadows under his eyelashes fluttered, and there seemed to be a volcano erupting in his belly. Hot air gushed out of his mouth, indicating that the power of nature was about to shake the world.

Jiayi's hands were pressed on her head, and her torso stretched and leaned back, like a ballet dancer stretching her limbs and showing her curves.

The uninvited hands were not very polite, and their emotions were not very stable. Sometimes they were too strong, and sometimes they were very gentle. When they pinched the waist, the breathing became heavy and rapid.

"Sir, are you searching me?" Jiayi's voice changed, the rhythm of her pronunciation was disordered, and the intonation could not be controlled, but it made the heartbeat of those who heard it even more chaotic.

"Where is the hidden thing?" Officer Fang pressed her against the wall, trapping her struggles and movements. His fingers searched deeply, and his words were threatening. There was a faint low sound of metal friction, which disrupted the rationality of this police phrase.

Jiayi finally broke free with one hand and brushed his back.

Fang Zhenyue closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, using himself as a wall to trap her between the "walls".

Suddenly, there was a click, and Fang Zhenyue turned around and saw that his right hand was handcuffed to the iron fence at the head of the bed.

She spun around and jumped onto the bed, her pink cheeks shimmering with water, and her eyes, filled with springtime beauty, looked at him teasingly:

"You have the right... to remain silent, but you--"

Fang Zhenyue followed closely behind, fighting with her with one hand.

Jiayi blocked him while letting out a vague laugh between her groans.

Just as she was about to roll away from him, her right hand tightened, and when she turned around, she realized that she had been handcuffed to another iron bar at the head of the bed

without him noticing. She was concentrating on him, and neither heard nor noticed anything.

The more one is trapped in freedom, the more rebellious emotions are aroused in one's heart, and the more unbridled one becomes.

The clothes were taken off from the other arm, and she regained her freedom, but was trapped on the other arm that was not free.

First the shirt got caught, then the two pieces of cloth, which waved gently with the swing of the arms.

Each of them had one hand sent off with a red card, and the other hand was wandering and fighting.

It seemed that the heat and moisture blurred their eyes, and they gradually couldn't see clearly, as if they were riding on the clouds and mist, and went to a world with continuous earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and many unclear and high and low sounds...

Here are two peaches that will be invited to participate in the Queen Mother's Peach Banquet, and two walnuts that the Beijing master will definitely be delighted to see.

The hot air ripened the peaches, and the peaches changed their shape if you use a little force when holding them.

The walnuts were hidden in the weeds, and they were still hiding when they were found.

The peaches are pink and juicy, full and cute, and the red and tempting points. Walnuts are cooked around the hot dragon column.

Peaches are eaten, making a sound of water. Walnuts are played with, making dull collisions.

They are all shaking, swaying, and bumping.

They are fighting for the initiative, but it seems that they are actually fighting for the passive position.

Sometimes they roll and switch, and sometimes they hug each other from top to bottom.

It is raining outside the window, and humidity and raindrops break through the window and rush in.

The sound of rain is muffled, beating so hard that the whole world is groaning in pain. Thunder is like a storm, roaring and raging throughout the city.

The window frames are snapping, and the curtains are blown out of the window by the wind, curled up on the windowsill, and soaked by rain. The heavy rain continues to hit, and the wet curtain fabric cries.

As the wind grew stronger, the heavy curtains filled with water were blown up and wrapped around the window frame pillars of the two windows, entangled tightly. The air became more

and more humid, and the sound of the wind and rain became more and more intense. The furniture was pushed and pulled by the wind and rain and creaked . Creak

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