The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

Lin Qixi raised her head and took a look.

The people who come here are slovenly.

Underneath are navy blue pants.

Still quite satisfactory.

Nothing special.

As for the upper body, it is a bit scribbled.

The shirt was casually worn, and the buttons were half buttoned, as if the owner could break it open with a random movement.

Police pay attention to image.

People who come here don't seem to have such a self-awareness.

Knocked fingers tapped twice, the computer used by the policewoman just now.

Lin Qipin's expression remained motionless.

She could feel the unfriendly attitude of the visitor towards her.

Specifically, he looked at himself.

Unreservedly looked at.

There was a sharpness in the depths of the eyes.

It seemed that she wanted to see Lin Qixi clearly.

It stands to reason that the police sitting in this position would not show their emotions so much.

Lin Qipin's expression was indifferent, "Sit."

Facing the visitor, Lin Qixi slightly raised her chin, her chin as white as jade, her pink lips slightly parted, and said a word lightly.

It seems that Lin Qixi is the owner of this room.

The visitor's expression remained unchanged.

There was no displeasure on his face.

Even without any hesitation, he sat down directly.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

A sharp one.

Like a hunter hiding in the jungle.

a random.

Like a walk in the back garden.

The visitor leaned back on the chair, staring at Lin Qixi's moist eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Qiyi, what a coincidence."

It was clearly a greeting, but when it came out of the stranger's mouth, it had an indescribable meaning.

"unfortunately."

"You've been paying attention to me for a long time."

The corners of Lin Qixi's lips curled up.

No smiles.

It seems like this is just an action.

Does not carry any meaning.

This is ambiguous.

But when the two of them were facing each other, there was no change in their emotions, whether it was their body movements or the depths of their eyes.

"Yes."

The visitor responded lightly.

"Is there anything to explain?"

"you can ask."

I don't have to say it.

When the visitor heard Lin Qixi's answer, the corners of his lips curled up, as if he wasn't surprised at all.

"You won't tell."

The visitor said.

"Yes."

Lin Qixi spit out a word slowly.

"Then I won't waste any more time, I'll ask you what's up, and tell me about this time."

"Maybe it's still a coincidence."

Lin Qixi frowned.

coincidence?

The visitor didn't believe it at all. He sneered in his heart, but his face showed just the right amount of doubt, as if he had already believed Lin Qishu.

With a calm tone, Lin Qixi told what happened.

However, something is hidden.

After the visitor listened, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

"If you have any further questions, we will continue to contact you."

"it is good."

Lin Qixi didn't have any comments.

After finishing speaking, the visitor pushed the door open and went out.

After he went out, he went directly to the recording room, the room next door, and closed the door behind him.

His footsteps stopped in front of a piece of glass.

In front of the reverse glass stood a young man, his quiet eyes were quietly looking at the woman behind the glass.

In other words, this young man could see all of Lin Qishu's reactions just now.

"What do you think?"

The slovenly man, the captain of the criminal police of the local police station, asked the young man beside him.

The captain of the Interpol, named Liu Jing.

I've been paying attention to Lin Qixi for a long time.

There is no special meaning.

Literal attention.

But I can't understand it all the time.