Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Well, shall we go now?"

Song Manxi asked the policewoman. The policewoman nodded and asked a colleague who didn't know her identity for a few words. It probably meant that she was OK.

But what role to play in this case can not be decided at present. It's better to take it back first.

During her discussion with her colleagues, song Manxi sat in a chair bored and meditated. Why did the murder happen to meet her so coincidentally? And because it lifted her crisis.

Do the waiters standing on the side now have to avoid looking at themselves and don't find fault with her? She listens to others inexplicably. Is this what the club is going to do?

Her wishful thinking didn't last long because the policewoman came back.

She smiled gently: "OK, our captain and I have said hello. I drove a police car. I'll take you there first. Are you sure there's no discomfort? Those incense."

It turned out that the man was her captain: "no, I don't think it's all right."

"OK, let's go. If you want to know more about this case, you can pay more attention to the news, because in my opinion, you and the dead woman really don't look like having a holiday."

"How can you be sure? In case, I'm a perverted murderer. Regardless of the identity of the murderer, I chose such a person at random." Song Manxi seemed to hear a strange thing.

The two men walked slowly into the outer corridor, trying to escape from the back door.

"Oh, are you discriminating against my IQ or questioning my ability to work? My intuition tells me that if you are not a murderer, you are not a murderer."

Looking sideways at the beaming policewoman in front of her, song Manxi's eyes were a little empty, and her steps stopped.

"What's the matter?"

Noticing that she had stopped moving forward, the policewoman also paused, looked back and asked her suspiciously, "why don't you go?"

Song Manxi stroked his messy hair on his forehead and pulled slightly at the corners of his mouth: "you don't seem to have asked my name or told me your name. Now the police take notes and don't even ask the name of the person to be recorded? Is it too hasty?"

"Moreover, according to the current situation, none of the waiters wanted to let me go, but they dared to be angry. They had some contradictions with me, but they would not shake out what I had done before just because of your police intervention. Therefore, it must be in the face of someone. Who would this person be?"

The two people looked at each other, one pupil slightly contracted, the other was bright, and the two edges were in the air.

The sudden applause broke the dark silence of the night. The special dim yellow wall lamp in the corridor made their faces hide under their skin bags.

"Interesting, very interesting, ha ha."

The policewoman smiled. Her eyes were no longer tight, but a flashing light: "my second brother told me that you are a very interesting person. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it."

"Your second brother?"

Song Manxi once again compared the person he knew with the face of the person in front of him in his mind, and once again determined that there was no coincidence.