After a dizzy spell, Jiang Ji suddenly sat up straight.

In front of me was still the interrogation room that was less than ten square meters and had four dark blue walls.

The long table in front of him had rounded corners and was filled with a bottle of Evian mineral water and a wilted money tree.

Opposite her, several police officers from the Investigation Bureau were still sitting in their original places, looking at her with complicated expressions.

Hiss~

Thinking of the beautiful scenery in his dream, Jiang Ji subconsciously wiped his non-existent saliva.

It really hurts, she just casually wrote a synopsis in the dream props, but it turned out to be even more exciting than what she imagined.

Ying Huai deserves the nickname of “No. 1 Male Model” given to him by readers.

Who can resist the hot-blooded man ** ah ~

She didn't even want to wake up.

Pretending not to notice the way the protagonists were looking at the old pervert, Jiang Ji leaned back in the chair, speaking in a calm and composed tone.

"Ah, I thought I was home..."

"Officer Ying, isn't it over yet?"

After saying this, Jiang Ji vaguely felt that something was wrong. His lips were wet and he rubbed them belatedly.

"Huh? Why am I bleeding from the nose?"

"I also want to know what Miss Jiang dreamed about?"

The deep, sexy voice in the dream now sounded like an evil ghost demanding death, full of malicious temptation.

"Ahem, the weather is dry and I'm a little irritated lately..."

Jiang Ji tilted his head back to prevent his nose from bleeding, while reaching out to touch the tissue placed next to Ying Huai.

Ying Huai snapped his fingers, and the paper box swooped down precisely to Jiang Ji's hand, startling her as she looked up at the sky.

The handsome black-haired man smiled happily, as if he was letting out a sigh of relief.

Ah Jin tried to break the weird atmosphere, "You just fell asleep, what did you dream about? You didn't sleep well."

Unexpectedly, the other party was silent for a moment, his eyes flickered at the handsome man opposite for a second, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

"To be honest, I had a terrible dream." Jiang Ji wiped the blood from his nose. There was still a trace of blood on the tip of his nose. His weak and cold face was serious: "I dreamed that a man broke into the dormitory, occupied the bathroom, and used my shower gel. I almost called the police."

Ajin:?

Listen! Is this even human language?

If he had not also witnessed this dream, he would have almost believed this righteous passerby's face!

Ying Huai interrupted the live broadcast and propped up his chin, his eyes dark and deep, "Did the police finally come?"

"I'm here." She nodded seriously. "The police are very enthusiastic."

Ying Huai snorted and laughed.

...silent silence.

Ajin's habit of embarrassing others came back again.

Jiang Ji was simply a topic terminator. The questioning could not go on any further after reaching this point.

In the tiny earphones, Wei Shengdie was still analyzing her dreams.

"Boss, analyzing the dream from all angles... the cumulative probability that Jiang Ji is normal is 99.9999%."

Since even the last suspect has been temporarily ruled out, there is no reason to continue questioning her.

Ying Huai tapped the table with his fingers, "You can go back now."

"Okay." Jiang Ji happily pushed the stool away, stood up, and put a few pieces of tissue paper against his nose.

When she reached the door and put her hand on the door handle, she suddenly turned around and asked, "Who of you will go home with me today?"

"!!!???"

The innocent Ajin and the bald man both widened their eyes and crossed their arms in front of their chests.

Jiang Ji: "Don't you need to keep an eye on me today?"

"Miss Jiang, you are free." Ying Huai made a gesture of invitation, "Remember to close the door, thank you."

"Okay." Jiang Ji took out his phone and shook it. "Since you're here, add me on WeChat, Officer Ying~"

Ah Jin thought Ying Huai would refuse, but she didn't expect that her boss looked at her deeply and actually added her as a friend.

Jiang Ji wrapped his coat tightly and walked out of the police station slowly. The sky outside was overcast, with dark clouds and strong winds.

The nearest bus stop is more than 900 meters away from the police station.

Jiang Ji wanted to take a taxi, but unfortunately she had just looked through all the wallets on her phone and saw the balance was: 32.6.

The original person's family was ordinary. His father died unexpectedly in his early years and the family received a large sum of compensation. However, his mother fell seriously ill two years ago, and the compensation and family savings were almost gone, and they were unable to save his mother's life.

In recent years, I have basically relied on tutoring and scholarships to support my studies and living expenses.

It’s not like Jiang Ji hasn’t played the role of a poor little white flower before.

But this was the first time she had ever met such a poor savior.

This street is basically roads and green belts. Surprisingly, there are few vehicles and few pedestrians passing by.

Jiang Ji saw from afar an old bus that was wobbling and looked like it was about to be scrapped at any time.

The iron sheet of the bus was rusted, and the sign on the roof with the route number was already blurred.

She glanced inside and saw only three or two passengers sitting there, with their heads down so she couldn't see their faces clearly.

The bus stopped directly in front of her, its doors open.

The middle-aged woman selling tickets waved at her, her face as white as paper and her lips bright red: "Little girl, come up quickly."

Jiang Ji: ...

Do you think I'm stupid?

She turned a deaf ear and snorted inwardly.

As long as you don't go up, what can you do to me?

She even pulled out her camera and took a photo, and sent it to Ying Huai, whom she had just added: [This bus looks so scary.]

The ID with the black back avatar replied immediately: [You went up? ]

Jiang Ji felt that he was looked down upon, and began to speak in gossip: [Brother looks down on people, how bad.]

Ying Huai: […Not that stupid.]

Jiang Ji: [I’m not stupid.]

The ghost bus in front of her was still tempting her. The female conductor was like a brothel owner in the old society, who was just about to wave her handkerchief and say, "Sir, please come in."

After Jiang Ji replied to the message, he saw a van with anti-peep film and no license plate driving quickly from the opposite direction.

The van was parked a few meters away.

The car door opened with a swish, and two men with ferocious faces got out of the car and walked quickly towards this side.

Seeing Jiang Ji wrapped tightly in his little jacket, the men exchanged glances with each other, and one of them had already put his hand into his arms.

Jiang Ji's eyebrows jumped, and he decisively activated his pupils.

The picture faded away, and 30 seconds later, she was seen with a fruit knife stuck in her heart, and two people carried her into a van and drove away in a hurry.

“…”

I'm not lying to Gotham City.

Jiang Ji took two steps back until his back was against the sign behind him.