Host, You're Targeted

In the case of human evidence, the suspect admitted to throwing paint on the door of Liang Jingyi's house and tracking him.

But when hearing her account of the facts, Qin Cong and another police inspector were both confused.

It turned out that the paint that girls threw on Liang Jingyi's house was not for the purpose of threatening, but for courtship.

"She said that what she wrote at that time was" Liang Jingyi, I love you. "After writing, she also drew a great love, but she wrote with a brush, and the love she drew with a big brush was the kind of brush used by painters. The brush was too big and too much paint was dipped in. The paint slid down the door and lost all her writing. She simply filled up the whole love.

"When she finished drawing, she was going to fill in the line next to her, but at that time, there was a noise from the building. After filling her heart with love, she put the things into her schoolbag and hurried back to her home downstairs by the elevator. The wet paint is still sliding down, and a love becomes the last we see

Qin Cong pointed to the arc at the top of the red paint in the photo, "you see, this is the place. It's really the shape of the upper half of love."

Fu Jiyao is speechless. After a long time, it turned out to be love. He thought it was the number 3 that rotated 90 degrees anticlockwise. He thought it was a hint of what had happened in the past March.

Liang Jingyi carefully looked at the print out of the photos, still calm as usual, without showing any surprise and surprise.

"The reason why she followed you was that she had been refused many times when she handed in love letters, so she wanted to follow you and make love in such an extreme way," Qin Cong collected the photos and asked Liang Jingyi, "do you still remember her? Do you have an impression? "

The suspect's photo was handed to Liang Jingyi, who remembered the man at the moment he saw the photo.

"I followed my teacher to see her family's operation six months ago. I went to check the ward rounds. I met her several times." Liang Jingyi returned the photo to Qin Cong, "but I really haven't received the love letter. I was in the hospital when school started last September. If she was sent to school, I would not have received it. If she was sent to the hospital... "

Liang Jingyi pauses for a moment and suddenly remembers what happened not long ago.

Lin Jiantang's wife came to the hospital to deliver food to him, found a pink love letter stuffed in the medical record, and quarreled with Lin Jiantang on the spot.

Liang Jingyi was also surprised that Lin Jiantang could receive love letters at such an age.

Now it seems that That love letter is for him?

"Poof." Fu Jiyao couldn't help it. He turned his head and laughed.

Qin Cong stepped on him under the table.

"I'm sorry," Fu Jiyao changed his face for a second, sat up straight and imitated the passage on the Internet. "We're strictly trained. No matter how funny we are, we won't laugh unless we can't help it."

Before the words fell, Qin Cong slapped him on the back of his head and pressed him down, hoping to put him under the table.

"So there are love letters, but you haven't received them, have you?" Asked Qin Cong.

Liang Jingyi took a glance at the head buried under the table, shoulder shaking Fu Jiyao, nodded, "yes."

"Well, we know," Qin Cong took his hand from Fu Jiyao's back neck. "Then your mobile phone keeps unblocked these days. We will deal with the suspect according to law. You wait for the follow-up notice, OK?"

Liang Jingyi was about to make an agreement when he saw Fu Jiyao bounce from under the table like a clown who opened a gift box and jumped out.

“…… OK