Criminal Investigation Files

Chapter 124

At six o'clock in the morning, Lu Siyu was escorted by Song Wen to the hospital to re-bandage the wound, and then returned home after receiving a tetanus shot.

Later, Fu Linjiang also sent a message. After the girl woke up, she told him what happened last night. After rescuing the patient yesterday, she got off work a little later. On the way back, she met the murderer. , all in line with Lu Siyu.

The murderer was wearing security clothes, first controlled her, and then knocked her unconscious. She was awakened during the murder, and felt that the man was strangling her neck, unable to breathe, and passed out in a coma, etc. She opened her eyes again and saw Song Wen and other policemen...

Zhuang Yi finally settled down and studied how to tell the media and the public how to make the transition natural, let people ignore their previous reasoning mistakes, and maintain the image of an expert.

Today, the case has finally seen the dawn of detection.

This day was busy until seven o'clock in the morning. When others went to work, they came home. After hanging out for half the night, their clothes were already dried by the heat of body temperature.

As soon as he entered the villa, Lu Siyu collapsed on the sofa without changing his clothes. The logical reasoning seemed to be just a matter of opening his mouth, but it was actually the most exhausting. He felt a little exhausted, his mind stopped spinning, and his stomach was empty. Yes, let him have no strength at all.

Song Wen couldn't stand it anymore, so he went over and pulled him up: "Go take a bath, be careful not to get the wound wet, then change clothes and come out, eat something, and go to bed before going to bed."

Lu Siyu felt that he couldn't open his eyes, and waved his hand: "The clothes are already dry, you let me lie down for a while."

The morning sun shines in, and the room is bright, completely missing the haze of last night. Those bad moods also lingered with the progress of the case. But Song Wen knew that it was just a rest time, and a new round of games with the murderer would begin soon.

Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu's snow-white profile, his long eyelashes were closed, and he couldn't help him: "What about your cleanliness? What about obsessive-compulsive disorder? Can you sleep like this?"

Lu Siyu didn't open his eyes, and said with rage: "Near Zhu Zhechi..."

Song Wen was angrily laughed at him: "I'm not like this either, hurry up, or I'll help you."

Without waiting for Song Wen to reach out, Lu Siyu, who was lying dead in one sentence, suddenly opened his eyes. He remembered that when Song Wen put medicine on his leg yesterday, he suddenly turned red from the tip of his ear to his cheek, and hurried to the bathroom. .

Song Wen looked at him for a while, and whispered, "What are you... thinking..."

Half an hour later, Lu Siyu got out of the shower and changed his clothes, and saw that a hearty breakfast had been placed on the dining table.

Hot soy milk, fried eggs and bacon, plus a hot porridge made of leftover rice from yesterday. Lu Siyu couldn't help but praise: "Song team, I can't see that you have become virtuous."

Song Wen took a shower quickly. He had waited for him for a long time, and replied, "Those who are close to the ink are dark."

Although his cooking skills are not as exquisite as Lu Siyu's, his breakfast is still above the edible level.

Lu Siyu hummed, sitting on the chair, Song Wen reached out and touched his forehead, which was a bit unexpected, the body temperature was very normal, but Song Wen's hand was warmer.