After setting up a stall on Tianqiao, the metaphysics boss made her money like crazy

Chapter 175 The Proudest Artwork 5
Xiao Zhang now thinks of the death conditions of the seven dead people in front of him, and his scalp is still a little numb. He can't figure out how someone could be so perverted and abuse seven or eight people one after another.

They don't even dare to guess now whether there has been a next victim.

Yan Shu asked curiously, "So many people have been killed, haven't we found any clues to catch the suspect?"

Xiao Zhang shook his head, "According to the investigation of our criminal psychology colleagues, there is a well-known artist in his thirties who owns a house and a car and lives alone. He is in compliance with all aspects. It was found that his car appeared, but there was no evidence pointing to him, so it was released later.”

"When we received the report today, our colleagues were still following the suspect, saying that the man had been at home the whole time, and the suspicion was released."

When the case was investigated, it really flew around like headless chickens.

We can only pin our hopes on finding some clues in the monitoring this time.

Xiao Zhang smiled wryly, "It's embarrassing to say it. After so long, there is no progress. We have to wait for the murderer to be exposed to surveillance..."

They were really ashamed this time.

"I don't think so. Regardless of whether the murderer took the initiative to expose him or not, as long as he can catch someone and prevent him from harming others, does it matter how he was caught?" Yan Shu said while looking at Yan Qing.

"Sister, am I right?"

Yan Qing nodded slightly, "That's right."

Xiao Zhang sighed slightly, he was not as transparent as a little girl.

...

At night, Yan Qing couldn't fall asleep thinking of the fact that the deceased's fate had been tampered with. He walked outside the Yan family's mansion, blowing the cool breeze outside, thinking about what happened in the past two years.

A ray of light suddenly shone, a car passed by and stopped steadily, the window was rolled down, and Du Fengqing, whom he hadn't seen for two months, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Why are you here alone?"

Du Fengqing glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, knowing Yan Qing's usual rest time, at this time, Yan Qing should be asleep.

Recently, Du Fengqing didn't send a message to Yan Qing. Yan Qing guessed that he was busy with work, but he didn't expect that he would be so busy before leaving get off work.

"Just got off work?"

Du Fengqing nodded slightly, and he opened the co-pilot's door, "It's cold outside, if you can't sleep, do you want to come in and talk?"

The car door opened, and a gust of cold wind came in. He couldn't help but sneezed. He obviously had a cold, and his nasal voice was a bit heavy right now.

Recently, I have less rest time, and my immunity has dropped a bit, otherwise I don't usually catch a cold.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qing got into the car, and when the door closed, the coldness was kept out of the car.

This is not the first time for her to ride in Du Fengqing's car. There is a faint fragrance in the car. Although it is not annoying to smell, but she is not used to it.

But Du Fengqing usually doesn't smell like this, it's a faint fragrance, like the unique fragrance of his own body fragrance mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent.

"Have you worn perfume lately?"

Du Fengqing was taken aback for a moment, then looked sideways at Yan Qing, "Have you heard it?"

He raised his hand and smelled the scent on his body, because he didn't smell it much during the day, so he thought it was gone.

Yan Qing nodded slightly, "En."

Du Fengqing explained, "There have been a lot of cases in the past few days. I was on a business trip and I didn't bring enough shirts. I have to go to court today, so I borrowed a colleague's perfume temporarily for fear of smell."

That colleague usually has the habit of using perfume. When he first sprayed this perfume on, he already regretted it, the smell was too strong.

It's just that Yan Qing didn't expect that Yan Qing paid so much attention to his own smell.

His eyes were tired, but the brows were slightly raised, "When did you return to Yuncheng?"

Yan Qing: "The day before yesterday."

Du Fengqing suddenly remembered the recent murders in Yuncheng, and reminded, "It's been a bit chaotic in Yuncheng recently, it's safer for you to stay at home at night."

Yan Qing nodded slightly, the heater in the car made her body warm up, and she took out her mobile phone.

Seeing that Yan Qing was looking at his mobile phone, searching for things related to the recent murders in Yuncheng, he was obviously interested.

Du Fengqing took out a red envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Yan Qing, "Happy New Year."

Then he unfastened his seat belt, took out a spare blanket from the bag in the back seat of the car, put it on Yan Qing's lap, and said, "I'm a little tired, take a nap for a while, you'll have to get off later." If you want a car, tell me."

Yan Qing didn't raise his head, and replied, "Okay."

After a while, suddenly her shoulders were heavy, and a head leaned down, she was slightly taken aback.

Looking across, he saw that Du Fengqing had already fallen asleep. The thick dark circles under his eyelids made him look tired just now. Now he relaxed and fell asleep.

Because of a cold, the sound of breathing was a bit heavy, and the hot breath sprayed on Yan Qing's slender neck.

Yan Qing's lips were pressed tightly, and she felt Du Fengqing's breath falling on her neck, which was numb and a little itchy. She was a little uncomfortable, and raised her hand to push him away, but her eyes caught a glimpse of the blanket on her lap and a red envelope. Lie still.

At this time, she remembered what Du Fengqing said just now, and the hand that was raised at this moment suddenly couldn't be lowered.

As Du Fengqing's breathing became heavier and heavier, Yan Qing covered Du Feng's body with a blanket, and looked at his facial features for a long time.

"Happy New Year."

...

Feeling a cool lip on the corner of his lips, Du Fengqing was in a daze and pushed the person away a little. After seeing clearly that the person in front of him was Yan Qing who was thinking day and night, he couldn't help moving forward , the lips increased their strength.

The hot and humid breath is intertwined, and he can faintly feel the heartbeat coming from the other party, bursts...

After a moment of weightlessness, Du Fengqing's head fell violently, and he became sober in an instant.

At three o'clock in the morning, Du Fengqing woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, the driver's seat next to him was already empty, and only then did he realize that Yan Qing had left.

"I actually had this kind of dream..." He rubbed the slightly aching brows, pulled off the blanket on his body, picked up his phone and turned it on, and there was a message on WeChat at 02:30.

Yan Qing: I'm leaving. I saw that you were sound asleep and didn't wake you up.

Du Fengqing was about to reply to the message, but judging by the time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, maybe she was already asleep, sending a message at this time might wake her up.

Thinking of this, he put down his phone again and drove away.

In Yan's house, Yan Qing stood by the window of the room for more than half an hour, his eyes fell on the street at the gate downstairs, and waited until the car had driven away, then he drew the curtains and went to bed.

A red envelope was quietly placed on the bedside table, without even being opened.

(End of this chapter)