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Chapter 57 The Taste of Chicken Soup

In the inspector's office of the central arresting room, Javert and Luo Fei sat opposite each other.

"Isn't Du Jinbao the murderer? Who is the murderer?" Javert asked Luo Fei in surprise.

Luo Fei shook his head: "It's not sure yet, but I'm sure I'll be able to send him to you in 27 days. What you have to do now is to extend Du Jinbao's detention time and send him to justice after 27 days."

Javert curled his lips: "It's easy for you to say. You know the social impact of this case. All parties hope to have a public trial as soon as possible to give the public an explanation. The Lyceum Theater is rehearsing the play of Du Jinbao's execution."

"You wouldn't send an innocent person to the execution ground just to cater to public opinion." Luo Fei immediately retorted sternly.

"I will not destroy the system of the patrol room at will just to cater to your unreasonable speculation." Javert also retorted firmly.

"That's not groundless guessing, it's called reasoning. When did my reasoning go wrong?" Luo Fei leaned towards Javert.

Javert also stared at Luo Fei tit-for-tat: "Yes, last time I received an anonymous package, you said it was a bomb, but it turned out to be a birthday cake, which made me hand over the surprise from my wife to the bomb disposal experts to detonate it."

"I mean, when it comes to matters of life and death, I will never let an innocent person die in front of me, no matter whether he has anything to do with me or not." When Luo Fei said the second half of the sentence, his eyes were a little sad, and his tone became even more serious. A little bit sincere.

Javert sighed, as if he saw something in Luo Fei's eyes, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I'll try to delay, but at least tell me what clues you have, Why do we have to wait 27 days?"

Luo Fei smiled mysteriously: "Time, the key to everything is time..."

After coming out of the hunting room, it was already afternoon, Luo Fei looked up at the warm orange sun, and put down his hand that was about to hail the rickshaw.

Afterwards, Luo Fei walked slowly along the street alone, his steps were no longer the resolute and crisp walking with the wind, nor the dance rhythm of playing the saxophone.The pace at this time seemed extremely heavy, heavy enough to hit the heart directly, and then seemed inexplicably powerless in an instant, so powerless that he was so helpless, as if Luo Fei was isolated from the world, as if he had traveled into a memory, I don't want to think about it, and I can't bear to forget it.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

Luo Fei lowered his head and looked sideways, and saw a little girl holding a flower basket, smiling at him expectantly.

"Buy one, Luo Fei." A girl's voice sounded beside her ears, "I like that bunch of birds of paradise."

Immediately afterwards, Luo Fei seemed to hear himself talking again: "That flower is unlucky, it is bought for the dead."

Luo Fei froze on the spot, looking at the little girl's patched but still washed red linen skirt, slowly took out a silver dollar from his pocket and put it in the flower basket.When Luo Fei just turned around and was about to leave, he stopped immediately, turned around and took out a bird of paradise with yellow leaves and blue pistils from the flower basket, then turned his head to look at a beautiful girl in a white dress, and smiled bitterly: "This way Is it okay?"

At this time, the little girl standing aside looked at Luo Fei who was talking to the air in front of him with a strange look, "Mr., you have given too much." Before the little girl could react, Luo Fei Already gone.

"Did you ask me to buy you flowers because you knew that I suddenly wanted to see you?" Luo Fei smiled as he lowered his head and twirled the flower branches.

"Every time you visit me, you bring a lot of flowers, but there is no bird of paradise." The girl said coquettishly.

"This flower is unlucky." Luo Fei pretended to be indifferent.

"Who said that the shape of this flower looks like two little birds spreading their wings together, and they will be together even if they fly to heaven one day." The girl pointed to the flower in Luo Fei's hand and said happily.

"Yeah." Luo Fei nodded heavily, "I'm not qualified to fly with you."

"Luo Fei, don't say that every time. I hope you take good care of yourself, whether I'm by your side or not."

"If I had arrived earlier that year." Luo Fei choked up when he said this.

The girl quickly leaned on Luo Fei's shoulder and rubbed his back: "Luo Fei, I never blamed you. In the past ten years, you have saved many people. Each of us should have the meaning of continuing to live. There will be others, too.”

After Luo Fei heard the girl's last words, his whole body seemed to freeze!
The girl looked up at Luo Fei affectionately: "I look forward to the day when you can give me a bird of paradise with your own hands, but before that, I hope you can cherish her."

"Her?" Luo Fei avoided the girl's sight for a moment.

"I'm very happy that there is someone who can protect you and care about you like that all the time. I'm also very happy that you rushed into the fire that night."

"I just"

"No, I really like Xiaoman, how about you?" The girl looked at Luo Fei with a soft smile.

"I"

When Luo Fei turned his gaze back again, the girl had long since disappeared, but the weight on his shoulders was clearly still there!It was a gentle hand, and Luo Fei felt that that hand was continuously transmitting warmth into his body at this moment.Luo Fei eagerly grabbed that hand, stopped suddenly, turned around slowly, and saw Qin Xiaoman standing behind him, staring down at his toes.

"Why are you here?" Luo Fei was a little surprised.

"I, when I went back to the arresting room, I saw you walking from the side of the road to the middle of the road in a daze, holding a flower alone, so I thought you were busy thinking about the case again." Xiaoman didn't finish speaking, and put her hand It was withdrawn from Luo Fei's hand.

"Oh." Luo Fei nodded blankly, only to realize that he had almost reached the middle of the road at some point.

When the two walked back to the side of the road, Luo Fei came back to his senses and asked nervously, "Did you hear what I said just now?"

"No, no." Xiaoman blushed again and turned her head away.

"You're lying." Luo Fei wanted to say something, but no matter if it was a joke or a poisonous tongue, he seemed to be choked up for a moment.

"That... I heard from Inspector Javert that you will detain Du Jinbao for a month?" Xiaoman said without words.

"Ah, yes." Luo Fei nodded hastily, "After 27 days, we will see each other."

"Then, where are you going now?" Xiaoman asked.

"Me? I want to. Sneeze!" Luo Fei's sneeze seemed to ease the atmosphere between the two of them.

"You caught a cold again? Didn't you have a good rest these days?" Xiaoman asked with concern.

"No, it's pollen allergy." Luo Fei quickly explained.

"Sister Wang and I learned how to make chicken soup, and I invite you to drink it tonight! Let's nourish our bodies together." Xiaoman said with a smile.

Luo Fei looked surprised: "You boil chicken soup? Forget it, stop working hard on things you don't have talent for."

"I put the wrong seasoning that time, okay?"

At this moment, the two of them seem to have regained the rhythm of talking to each other.

"I'm going home first." Luo Fei stretched out his hand to stop a rickshaw. After getting in the car, Luo Fei suddenly looked at the bird of paradise in his hand. into Xiaoman's jacket pocket, then waved to Xiaoman behind the car, "I'll see you off, you've worked hard on the investigation, detective assistant."

Xiaoman looked at the rickshaw, then picked up the flower, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

At night, in Sullivan's apartment, Xiaoman held a casserole in both hands with a rag, and gently kicked open the half-hidden door of Room 203.Immediately, the whole room was filled with fragrance, Luo Fei stared at Xiaoman in disbelief.

Xiaoman put the chicken soup on the table, hugged his shoulders and smiled at Luo Fei: "How is it? Do you dare to try it again?"

Luo Fei looked at the fragrant light yellow chicken soup in the casserole for a long time, then raised his head and asked Xiaoman, "You made this?"

"Of course, Sister Wang taught me." Xiaoman said as she filled a bowl and placed it in front of Luo Fei.

Luo Fei took the spoon, took a sip, and deliberately smacked his lips: "It's okay."

Xiaoman pouted: "What kind of evaluation is this, is it good or bad?"

Luo Fei put down the bowl, only to find that Xiao Man's face was a little unkempt from the smoke, so Luo Fei went to the bathroom and took a big towel and covered Xiao Man's head with his hands.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Xiaoman was about to pull the towel off, Luo Fei pressed his hand: "Thank you, the chicken soup is delicious."

After Luo Fei finished speaking, the towel on Xiaoman's face was sucked into a dented piece.Luo Fei knew that it was Xiaoman who was smiling, and that was also the position of her lips.The two stood there quietly for a moment, and Luo Fei slowly moved his face towards the depression.At the same time, the round depression also began to undulate frequently.

Just when Luo Fei's lips were about to touch the depression, the door was suddenly pushed open!
Then came Wang Susu's voice: "Xiaoman, remember to clean the casserole, otherwise it will leave a smell, next time. Oh! Aren't you eating? I'm sorry."

As soon as Luo Fei looked up, Wang Susu had already left, leaving only the door still shaking.Afterwards, Luo Fei supported Xiaoman's shoulders, sent her out of the room, said "good night," and gently closed the door.

Feeling ashamed and annoyed, Xiaoman covered her head in desperation, turned around and ran towards her door.At this time, Luo Fei, who had just picked up the bowl, suddenly heard a strange banging sound from outside the door.
(End of this chapter)