“Jesse, please don’t say that to me. I really didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to tell you that you can hand this over to Pierre. I’ve already found out the girl’s nationality. Pierre’s mother is from the same country as her. Pierre is more suitable for this job than anyone else. You can call him to come and help. Although it will take away his vacation, I don’t think he’ll mind.”
“Peter, you’ve really got a good plan this time, and it’s certainly a good idea. Although I’m not sure if you’re doing this to get revenge on him for not letting you take time off last time,” Jesse said, and finally contacted Rong Qing.
“Jesse, you think too badly of me. I can tell God that I wasn’t entirely acting out of selfishness this time. Although I hate that guy, I wouldn’t joke about work.”
Inside the small duplex apartment, Rong Qing lay on a rocking chair with his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep. However, the index finger that kept tapping the armrest told others that he was not actually asleep.
The noisy phone rang, and Rong Qing answered it: "What happened?"
He asked simply.
“Mr. Rong, a teacher from X University has been murdered, and the person who reported it to the police is a girl from Xia Country. I thought you might have some connection with Xia Country, so I wanted to ask you to come and help. I'm sorry, this might disturb your vacation, but the case is very serious. The murderer is very cruel, and the crime scene is too bloody. I'm really worried that it will frighten this Xia Country doll.”
“Jesse, I’m a case consultant, not a psychologist. How could you come to me with something as simple as comforting someone?”
"Will you come over?" Jesse asked.
If Rong Qing really didn't intend to get involved, he would have hung up the phone immediately.
"Okay, I'll be there soon." Rong Qing said, putting on a coat and leaving with his briefcase.
The police station wasn't far from where Rong Qing lived; it was only a ten-minute walk away.
Just then, Lu Qingyan and Jesse returned.
“Mr. Rong, you were quick this time.” Jesse said, opening the car door for Lu Qingyan: “Get out quickly.”
As soon as Lu Qingyan got out of the car, she saw a person standing not far away.
The man was very tall, at least 1.9 meters tall. His face didn't resemble the people here; it was more like that of the Xia Kingdom. However, he had short brown hair and slightly blue eyes.
"Hello, I'm Rong Qing." Lu Qingyan stared at him blankly, and then she saw him extend his hand and introduce himself.
"Hello, my name is Lu Qingyan." The person in front of me spoke Mandarin very well, without any strange accents. Instead, her magnetic voice, like that of a domestic broadcaster, was melodious and rhythmic, as if she were reciting a beautiful poem.
After Jesse led the two of them inside, he made them two cups of coffee and brought them over.
“Mr. Rong, you talk to her. I’ll take a few more people to the scene.”
Rong Qing nodded, and Jesse walked out.
When only the two of them were left, Lu Qingyan could even clearly hear his heartbeat.
"Mr. Rong," Lu Qingyan addressed him, just like Jesse did.
Rong Qing didn't say anything unnecessary. He simply waited quietly until Lu Qingyan had finished drinking half of her coffee before asking her, "Why were you in Smith's office?"
He didn't immediately accuse her with the question, "Why did you kill Smith?"
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