The detectives walked through the crime scene in the light of the setting sun and gathered around the police car. Everyone was laughing and joking, and the heavy atmosphere from before was gone.
Liu Jiaming, holding a cigarette and snacks that he hadn't used yet, also got off early.
When he put a melon seed into his mouth and prepared to eat it, Fang Zhenyue glared at him and said, "The case hasn't been solved yet, be more cautious outside."
Who knows if there are reporters among the people watching the excitement, and if they will suddenly take a couple of photos and make up a title like [Eating melon seeds at the crime scene, the detective's attitude towards the investigation is worrying] to discredit them severely.
Liu Jiaming shuddered when Fang Zhenyue glared at him, and the melon seed stuck in his throat. He coughed for a long time before spitting it out, blushing and trying to look serious. She secretly glanced at the gossiping onlookers looking around at the entrance of the alley, and silently stuffed all the melon seeds and cigarettes into her pockets, bulging them.
At the roadside at the entrance of the alley, Yi Jiayi leaned against the police car, waiting for Fang Zhenyue and the others to clean up the scene before returning to the police station together. As the person who discovered the murder weapon, she also had to give a statement.
The water cup in her hand was almost empty, and she squeezed it flat and rounded it until it was completely out of shape, then walked towards the trash can. Out of the corner of her eye,
she suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin man standing at the intersection with his neck and back hunched, peeking into the alley.
The figure looked strangely familiar, and Yi Jiayi stopped and looked at him carefully.
The man happened to take a deep breath at this moment, trying to stretch his shoulders to make himself look more natural, while looking at the passers-by watching the bustle around him, imitating other people's postures and expressions. The setting
sun finally shuddered and jumped below the horizon. The neon lights around were no longer suppressed by the sunlight and shone with colorful colors.
A large truck blew its horn twice and drove by. The sound was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the engine of the ding-dong car.
Yi Jiayi's ears suddenly became silent. The headlights of the large truck flashed, and the thin man squinted slightly. His face instantly overlapped with the face of the murderer in the image she saw in the forensic autopsy room.
She held her breath, squeezed the paper cup into a ball, and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She stood straight with her eyes wide open, staring at the murderer without blinking.
With the corner of her eye, she saw Fang Zhenyue and others walking out of the alley slowly, several meters away from the alley entrance.
The thin man looked around for a long time, and when he saw the policemen putting away the cordon and seemed to be leaving, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then turned around and seemed to be leaving.
Yi Jiayi's heart suddenly rose in her throat, and she looked at Fang Zhenyue anxiously, then at the murderer. Countless thoughts turned around in her mind, but in the end, they were all put aside by the impatience of worrying that the murderer would escape. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and used the high notes and explosive power she sang in KTV "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" to shout at the murderer:
"What are you doing?"
Then she kicked her right leg and rushed towards the murderer like a 100-meter sprint.
Everyone was attracted by her voice, and the murderer was frightened. Seeing a little girl rushing towards him with a ferocious look, he felt guilty and thought he had been exposed, so he turned around and ran away.
Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly. He started to turn around and lost his balance. He stumbled and let the girl get close to him.
He was afraid of being caught, so he punched her back.
Yi Jiayi dodged hastily, avoiding the blow with her head and face, but was still hit on the shoulder and staggered backwards.
But perhaps because of fear, her adrenaline surged, and she didn't feel any pain. After she stood firm, her quick wit was aroused. When the thin man turned around to look at her, she quickly took out a gun from her pocket.
The memory of what Yuan Shen had learned in the police academy came into play, and her action of drawing the gun and shooting was surprisingly standard.
The murderer was shocked, staring blankly and raising his hands honestly. His whole body froze for a few seconds before he saw that she didn't have a gun in her hand.
But the delay made him miss the best opportunity to escape through the street, and other detectives had already caught up.
Fang Zhenyue rushed out and hit the thin man on the shoulder blade with his elbow.
The murderer felt dizzy and was pressed to the ground. He had no power to resist and had to surrender.
Fang Zhenyue held the thin man and turned his head with a frown to look at the thing in Yi Jiayi's hand. It turned out to be a broken paper cup that was crumpled into a ball.
The young policewoman saw his gaze and quickly put away the posture of drawing the gun, stood up straight, and quickly stuffed the paper ball back into her pocket.
"What's the matter?" Fang Shazhan straightened the trembling thin man like a chicken, and then slammed him against the earth wall beside him, then turned around and asked Yi Jiayi.
Yi Jiayi's adrenaline slowly recovered, and she was panting because of the outburst just now.
She stuck out her tongue to moisten her dry lips, and pointed at the thin man as confidently as possible and said:
"He... I saw it, he... he looked suspicious! I saw him smiling into the alley."
When the thin man was captured by Fang Zhenyue, his shoulders hurt so much and his waist seemed to be broken. Now his arms were tied and his face was pressed against the wall. He was still trembling with fear, wondering where he had revealed his tracks. Suddenly he heard Yi Jiayi's words, raised his head in disbelief, and then reacted, shouting angrily:
"I... well, I didn't laugh! I didn't laugh!"
He tried his best to raise his voice, and his tone was truly wronged.
"Then why did you run?" Fang Zhenyue glanced at the collar on Yi Jiayi's shoulder that was knocked crooked by the thin man, and frowned.
He turned around and pinched the thin man's wrist that was cut behind his back, and pressed him against the wall harder, suppressing the shout that was about to come out.
"Take him back for interrogation, he looks suspicious and attacked the police." Fang Zhenyue handed the thin man to Lin Wangjiu, then rubbed his wrist and led everyone to retreat.
Yi Jiayi's heart was still beating violently. At first, she sank impulsively, but only now did she start to feel scared.
If the thin man had a knife in his pocket, she might have been stabbed like Zhang Fengyun who was lying in the morgue now, and then died.
The more she thought about it, the colder she felt. She got into the police car with trembling fingers, leaned back in the chair, hunched her shoulders and hugged herself.
Her shoulder was burning with pain. She had been a good student who had been going to school step by step since she was a child. How could she have been beaten by others?
The pain, the malice, the feeling of being a weak person caused by that punch, and the fact that she actually had the ability to revisit the crime scene... She couldn't digest all of these things at once. She was overwhelmed with emotions, lowered her eyes and silently counted on her fingers.
Fang Zhenyue glanced at the little girl after getting on the car. Just when he wanted to ask if her shoulder hurt and if she needed to go to the hospital, he saw that her eyes were red and watery. Her small white hands were on her shoulders, and she sat there with her legs together like a little rabbit. She rubbed against the wall of the car, and was wronged to be the most pitiful person in the world. When
the thin man with handcuffs on his hands was pressed into the car by Lin Wangjiu, he was still muttering "I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh".
Liu Jiaming was annoyed by his noise, so he pulled out the police dispatch register from the police car, tore off a piece of paper, rolled it up and stuffed it into the thin man's mouth. Then he and Lin Wangjiu sat in the last row, sandwiching the thin man in the middle.
Other plainclothes detectives and uniformed police officers also got on the car one after another, filling the big police car.
When the police car started, Fang Zhenyue suddenly reached out to Liu Jiaming in the back seat.
"?" Liu Jiaming.
"Candy." Fang Zhenyue whispered impatiently.
Brother Yue didn't want cigarettes.
Liu Jiaming didn't understand why and took out a handful of colorful candies from his bulging pocket and stuffed them into Fang Zhenyue's palm.
Retracting his arm, Fang Zhenyue looked at Yi Jiayi again. The little girl was still sad.
What a coquettish girl. She just got punched, but her nose and eyes were red and she was aggrieved. Did she graduate from the police academy soaked in a candy jar?
Although he complained in his heart, he still clenched his fist and gently bumped Yi Jiayi's arm.
The policewoman turned around and looked at him, with a confused look on her face. "
Stretch out your hand." Fang Zhenyue ordered.
Yi Jiayi stretched out a palm.
Fang Zhenyue measured the small red palm with his eyes, frowned and said, "Two hands."
She then stretched out her hands again and pretended to hold them.
He then put a handful of candies in her palm.
The man held a handful of candies, filling her palm.
"Thank you... Officer Fang." Yi Jiayi held the candies, her hands were occupied, and she could no longer hug herself. She leaned back in the seat and looked at so many candies, and suddenly she felt sorry for them.
It looked very rich.
"Yeah." Fang Zhenyue turned to the window, and the police car passed through the brightly lit and colorful prosperous city, merging or brushing against all kinds of vehicles.
Outside the window, the streets are full of people hurrying by. This is a city full of people, a prosperous city, and a busy city.
The police car was quiet. Some people dozed off because of fatigue, some were immersed in their own thoughts and had nothing to say, and some were speechless and could not say the words "I really really didn't laugh, sir..." because they were wronged.
Until the buzzing of a mosquito disturbed the silence of the people in the car.
The little insect probably lurked in when the car stopped on the side of the road just now. Now that the humans have quieted down, it feels that it is time for it to show its skills. It buzzes around everyone's ears, looking for the most delicious one.
Lin Wangjiu raised his head. The little mosquito only buzzed past his ear and did not stay. He rolled his eyes around, looking for its figure.
Liu Jiaming slapped his hands twice and patted his arms to show his refusal to be bitten.
Yi Jiayi neatly packed a handful of candies into the washed lunch box, and quietly opened a piece of soft candy left, secretly stuffed it into her mouth, looked up and saw a mosquito passing by, and there was no time to drive it away, so it flew away without any reluctance...
The little mosquito attracted the attention of everyone in the car, and it was complacent, buzzing around, hesitating among many choices, and finally, without hesitation, it landed on Fang Zhenyue's arm that was resting on the armrest.
Liu Jiaming couldn't help but chuckle, and laughed out of place: "Haha, Brother Yue is really the sweetest."
"..." Fang Zhenyue, black face.
There is such a person in this world, as long as he is there, mosquitoes will not bite others.