Zheng Lishan opened her mouth and stared at Yi Jiayi, not knowing whether she was filled with regret or disbelief. She was stunned for a long time before taking a deep breath.

She raised her head and stared at Fang Zhenyue for a few seconds, then suddenly covered her face and sobbed.

Sanfu had been silent the whole time, but at this moment he couldn't help but look at Yi Jiayi with a complex look that he didn't know whether it was sighing or probing.

For the first time, he saw something different on the face of the little policewoman.

Perhaps it was the heroism of supporting justice with the truth, or perhaps it was the convincing wisdom that made her no longer look like a little sister who could be manipulated at will.

She seemed to have some extra qualities that made others unconsciously feel a little nervous when looking at her.

What was that?

Was it the respect that forced him to face her as one of his opponents?

Or was it the sense of crisis that set off alarm bells in his heart?

It was as if... in the competition for the position of Sar-Exe, even Uncle Nine, Liu Jiaming, and Gary, who had been in the position for a longer time, were no match for her. She, a newly promoted detective in the serious crime squad, became a fierce enemy...

...

Zheng Lishan cried for a long time, as if she was not only crying for the fact that she had committed the mistake of murder, but also for all the grievances and unwillingness in her life.

The small box was silent, with only her sobs. The detectives were very patient, and no one urged her.

Zheng Lishan knew that she had no chance at all.

After a long time, she finally wiped the wetness off her face and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you give me a bottle of water?"

Fang Zhenyue nodded to Liu Jiaming. Jiaming was stunned for a moment before realizing that this time Sir Fang did not call the youngest Eleven to get water, but was calling himself.

He went out and called the waiter, and ordered a few bottles of mineral water, one for each detective and Zheng Lishan.

The mineral water bottles were opened, and everyone gulped down the water.

Zheng Lishan was in no hurry to speak, and Fang Zhenyue was in no hurry to ask, and his patient look showed his calmness and determination.

After closing her eyes tightly, Zheng Lishan finally spoke.

...

Zheng Lishan has a father who sells barbecued pork to support the family. Every Christmas, she would consider buying a Christmas tree, but every time her mother would say that it would be more economical to buy food and drinks than to buy such useless things.

This incident became her father's obsession and left a mark in her heart.

It made her extremely eager for money and eager to change her life through money.

But she was unlucky and met a boss who was prejudiced against her. Every time she had a chance to be promoted, he would suppress her and not give her a promotion.

After a few times, Zheng Lishan had a paranoid idea in her mind, that is, as long as her boss Li Wanqian was still alive, she would never have a chance and would never make money.

It was not until she was caught and executed that she said that she actually had other choices.

But before killing someone, she was completely controlled by anger, and she had a lucky mentality that she might not be caught, and she buried her head and walked on the road of no return.

Jiayi listened to those narrations, her eyes slightly red, and turned her head away reluctantly.

Fang Zhenyue pursed his lips, stood up, and patted Liu Jiaming on the shoulder, "Take Miss Zheng back to the police station."

Zheng Lishan signed the transcript, then stretched out her hands, allowing Liu Jiaming to lock her wrists, and then walked out with her head down like a puppet who had lost its soul.

The moment the door was opened, Liu Jiaming clenched his fists, pulled a sofa cover off the large sofa in the KTV, and put it on Zheng Lishan's head and body, and then escorted her out.

The reporters had already aimed their cameras in advance, but they only captured a person with half of his body covered, and they could hardly tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Zheng Lishan paused for a few seconds before continuing to walk. Liu Jiaming said nothing, holding her with one hand and covering his head and face with the other hand, unwilling to let the reporters take pictures.

Fang Zhenyue nodded to signal the uniformed police to dismantle the cordon and call it a day, and waited patiently until the reporters gathered around him:

"Sir, who is the suspect? Do you have any clues?"

"Why cover up the suspect? Is there no suspect at all? Are you pretending to arrest someone to scare us?"

"Is it a murder for love?"

"How long will it take to solve the case? Is the public security in this city very bad recently?"

"Were there sixteen people conspiring to murder together? Why did they only arrest one, sir?"

Fang Zhenyue pushed the crowd away and answered with only one sentence: "Please call the public relations department of the police station."

When Yi Jiayi followed the team two steps away and squeezed out, she suddenly saw reporter Joe, who had mocked her before, saying "female police officers might as well go home and have children", and he happened to squeeze over.

She glanced at Fang Zhenyue's back with the corner of her eye and quietly slowed down her pace. When Joe approached and was about to speak, she interrupted his question and said in a cold voice:

"Let me tell you, I'm not an actor in the Public Relations Department .

"I was personally involved in this case. I was also personally involved in the previous dismemberment case.

"In the future, I will be involved in all cases of the Serious Crime Unit B.

"Look carefully, from head to toe, he is a real CID agent!

"What's your name?"

Jiayi stretched out her hand and saw the English and Chinese names written on the sign hanging on his chest. After retracting her hand, she raised her head and chest and looked at him:

"I remember your name. I hope you can be a qualified reporter, put some truth and justice in your mind, and talk less nonsense.

"Please remember my name too: police number 7647, I am Yi Jiayi, a new agent in the Serious Crime Unit! "

Joe was stunned by Jiayi's angry expression. Something hit his chest. He was completely speechless and even held his breath. His face turned red because of shame, and his eyes became timid unconsciously.

This little policewoman is really fierce.

Jiayi turned around and strode two steps. She was still angry and stopped again. She looked back and asked angrily:

"Prejudice can kill people. Why can't everyone be more fair and respect others more? "

Finally, she glared at Joe fiercely before turning around and striding after Fang Zhenyue. Trying hard to control her emotions, she looked over and found that even though Fang Sir was surrounded by many reporters, he was not drowned.

The tall and strong Fang Shazhan stood out from the crowd, his head standing out from the crowd of reporters.

Jiayi chased after that head, squeezed through the crowd, quickly got behind him, and followed him closely with her head down.

This time, Fang Zhenyue finally saw the policewoman when he turned around. He muttered, "Where did she go?" and reached out to pick her up in front of him. While holding her and walking forward, he turned back and rebuked the reporter with disdain:

"Don't chase us. You won't tell us anything. Go ask the public relations department.

" "The newspapers that make the first call will definitely get the most patience and the most information. Don't let others get ahead of you. Go make the call!"

Some newspapers were persuaded and immediately walked past the detectives and rushed out of the KTV to make the call.

Fang Zhenyue breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the crowd situation had improved, he retracted his arm that was weakly holding Yi Jiayi, still complaining:

"What's the use of telling us? The serious crime team is the most strict!"

…

When reporter Nie Weiyan opened the door of his car parked on the roadside and prepared to rush back to the newspaper to finish his article, he turned around and saw Fang Zhenyue escorting Yi Jiayi out of the door. He inexplicably felt that the two of them were very camera-friendly, so he grabbed the camera hanging on his chest and captured the scene in a snap.

In the camera, the man frowned, looking impatient but still handsome, and ran out of the KTV with his arms outstretched, fearing that he would be caught by other newspapers if he was late. Reporter. With his other hand in his trouser pocket, he leaned his chest slightly to half-protect the policewoman in front of him.

He looked reliable and heroic, full of hormones, and aroused people's reverie.

The woman in front of him, who was surrounded by people, was thinking about something with her head down, and her eyes were lowered, which made her look delicate and charming. When she lowered her head, she showed a small and straight nose and a white and tender chin like an egg, which made her look more petite and cute, and lovable.

The woman was wearing an inlaid Within the man's body, one can imagine that if the man hugs her from behind, he can completely wrap her up.

The contrast between big and small, the difference between white and tender and wheat-colored, makes the woman's pitiful and delicate more attractive, and also makes the man's might more intimidating.

When putting down the camera, Nie Weiyan thought, with this photo, he could write a story full of hormones, yin and yang collision, softness overcoming hardness, full of passion and power, right?

What a pity, he is not responsible for such an edition.

Closing the car door, Nie Weiyan drove away, putting aside the scene he just saw, and began to think about how to write the KTV murder case so that it would be ups and downs and fascinating.

Thinking back to what the little policewoman said to Joe just now, he was full of inspiration. He felt that she was a lively, lively and extremely worthy character to be written about.

And if he wanted to come up with a title for her, it would probably be:

"Don't mess with Officer Yi!"