boyfriend in the fridge

The reception sofas in the office are all single-seat sofas. Song Buzhi has tall legs and long legs. He huddles on the sofa with his head tilted, one leg bent and the other straight, giving people a pitiful feeling.

His buttocks were sitting on the edge of the sofa, his body slid down and his black shirt slid up, revealing a flexible and white waist.The open neckline is also sent up, and the collarbone is faintly visible.

He tilted his head, and the long hair on one side fell to his face, covering half of his face.There were also strands of hair sticking to his nose and lips, which trembled slightly with his even breathing.

His complexion is fair, from black hair to black trousers, the black of his body makes his complexion extremely pale.

"Unhealthy." Discipline thought, frowned, and looked up at the air outlet of the air conditioner.

It's a cold day, even though the air conditioner is on in the room, just sleeping like this... isn't it cold?

Discipline turned and went out, and asked someone to come over with a heavy military overcoat, and covered Song Buzhi.

Song Buzhi was awakened by this action.

"Ji team?" Song Buzhi rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Discipline straightened up, as if nothing had happened, turned around, walked to his desk and sat down, opened the file and read it.

——It was actually seen by him.

Discipline felt that his earlobe was slightly hot.

But Song Buzhi couldn't see it.He has slight myopia and doesn't like to wear glasses. Things in the distance look like they are separated by a filter.And at this time his attention was not on Discipline's ears.

He remembered Jian's father and mother whom he saw before falling asleep, pursed his lower lip, and asked, "Jane Weiyuan's parents...how are they?"

Discipline didn't raise his head: "What else?"

Yes, what else can I do.

Song Buzhi secretly sighed.

My own child was killed, as a parent, what else can I do?

"If, if I was killed..." Song Buzhi couldn't help thinking, "Will anyone be sad?"

Lowering his head, he smiled self-deprecatingly, he is an orphan after all...

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, a disciplined voice sounded.

Song Buzhi looked up at him, and pulled his lips: "Is Gao Bin here?"

Discipline has already closed the file and said, "Not yet."

Song Buzhi stood up, flexed his muscles, and said, "Assuming that Gao Bin really committed the crime, then Captain Ji, are you so sure that Gao Bin will admit the crime when you question him?"

Discipline looked at him quietly, and said flatly, "He won't admit it."

Song Buzhi: "..."

What about playing him?

Song Buzhi sneered: "Then what are you asking? There is not even a single evidence."

Discipline didn't answer, but asked instead: "You said you were sleeping at home when the crime happened, so you didn't hear anything unusual outside?"

Song Buzhi sat on the sofa again, crossed his legs, and said in a very relaxed manner: "Didn't hear you."

Discipline caught on to his words: "What does 'bar' mean."

Song Buzhi stretched out his right hand and spread it out: "It's 'right'."

Discipline asked: "Where do you sleep?"

Song Buzhi said: "The place where I often sleep."

—He didn't say "in the room" or "the bed" but "where he usually sleeps."

Discipline continued to ask without expression: "Where is it?"

"Team Ji, you said that a person is at home, so where would he often sleep?" Song Buzhi looked at Discipline with a look of "you must not be mentally retarded".

Discipline's expression remained unchanged, and he forcefully spit out a word: "Say."

"Stupid, of course it's the bed!" Song Buzhi said.

——Well, the partition of the refrigerator is a bed for him.

Discipline stared at him for a few seconds, and noticed that his eyebrows were bent before he said this, but it was only a bend, and there were no smile lines at the corners of his eyes.At the same time, the little finger of his right hand on his leg moved very slightly.

"I'm lying." Discipline thought to himself.

But on the surface, he didn't show the slightest bit, and continued to ask along the topic: "Suppose you are a murderer, and you kill someone in a house where you are not sure if anyone is at home. Is there anyone?"

"Yes." Song Buzhi responded quickly.

Discipline: "Then you think Gao Bin didn't open your room to confirm before doing it?"

Song Buzhi blinked: "He didn't see me."

Discipline repeated word for word: "He didn't see you? Why didn't he see you?"

Song Buzhi spread his hands, with an innocent expression: "Then how do I know? Maybe he's blind?"

Discipline suddenly smiled, leaned back, leaned back on the chair, and said, "Song Buzhi, you have a lot of doubts."

"I know." Song Buzhi said, "But you can't even find evidence of Gao Bin's crime, let alone me, right? After all, I'm telling the truth."

"You're right." Discipline nodded deeply, and then said something that surprised Song Buzhi, "Why don't you help us?"

Song Buzhi: "..."

Song Buzhi said lazily: "Brother, Team Ji, you took me to Xiali Village without asking my opinion, which wasted half a day of my rest time, and now you are going to ask me to help you with your work for nothing. How can there be such a good thing? I don’t look like such a helpful person, do I?”

Then, Discipline said something that made him want to beat someone up: "Do you think your house can still be rented out after such a tragic murder?"

After finishing the words, he added another sentence: "I think your other tenant is very, very likely to move out."

Song Buzhi: "..."

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

"Extraordinary?" Song Buzhi smiled falsely, "He hasn't even told me about this issue yet, how did you know it, Captain Ji?"

Discipline said lightly: "It's a very non-working law firm, Hou Yisheng, my brother."

Song Buzhi: "..."

The workaholic boss that Chang Fei talked about making him run around?

People who really like each have their own cuteness, but people who hate them are all similar.

Captain Ji is clearly a workaholic!Moreover, he, who can be regarded as a stranger, instigated him around!

Song Buzhi thought about it, if Captain Ji hadn't slept since he woke up yesterday morning, then it must have been more than [-] hours, right?

Workaholic!

...However, the police are also really hard.

Song Buzhi, who could be considered a vagrant, suddenly began to despise himself.

If there is no rental income... I'm afraid I'll have to go back to my old business... Song Buzhi sighed, and asked in a compromised way: "Then if I help you, can you guarantee that my house can be rented out?"

Discipline said concisely: "Of course."

Song Buzhi asked worriedly: "Really?"

Discipline raised his eyebrows: "Do you need me to write a letter of guarantee?"

Song Buzhi thought for a few seconds, and said firmly: "Write!"

So, 5 minutes later, Song Buzhi carefully folded a freshly baked guarantee letter and put it in his shirt pocket—the place close to his heart.

The letter of guarantee was in duplicate, one was kept by him, and the other was thrown into the drawer by the discipline.

Looking up again, the smile on Song Buzhi's face was sincere, and he said: "In this case, then we are allies. I will help you solve the case, and you can help me rent out the house."

Discipline turned the pen in his hand and asked, "Do you have any clues, just tell me."

In Song Buzhi's mind, Discipline is a big fool who got into the captain's position by relying on connections. He believed that Gao Bin was the murderer because he told him about the suspiciousness in the surveillance video.Therefore, if you directly ask for clues about discipline, it is expected that since it is a friendly cooperative relationship, then let him tell him.

"The first is the death of Gao Bin's father, Gao Luo." Song Buzhi said, "You have also heard what Li Mao, the former owner of the shoe factory, said. Although there is no evidence, I suspect that the fire was man-made. But It’s been so long since this happened, and the big selling shoe factory has also turned into a really beautiful shoe factory, the evidence must have been found, so let’s not mention it for now. What I want to talk about is the golden watch on Mr. Li’s wrist.”

Song Buzhi paused and asked, "Is there any water?"

Discipline pointed to the tea room.

Song Buzhi left a sentence of "continue later", and then went to the tea room.

After taking a sip of water with a disposable paper cup, Song Buzhi said, "Have you seen Gao Bin? Gao Bin also has a similar gold watch on his left wrist. That watch is not a good brand, it is probably an ordinary shopping mall. It’s a few hundred yuan. Once Chang Fei asked us if we could give a watch as a gift to a man. I said yes, but Gao Bin said it depends on the relationship. He has always worn this watch. We heard it To ridicule, is the watch he is wearing a gift from someone, and does it have any meaning."

"Gao Bin smiled at the time, a little lightly, and said that this watch was an agreement between him and a friend. We asked again, but he refused to say any more. Ji Ji, you must also think that Gao Bin's watch Does it have anything to do with Mr. Li's watch? A certain agreement he mentioned may have something to do with the fire that year."

Discipline said calmly: "These are all your guesses."

"That's right, a guess." Song Buzhi said, "It's up to you police to confirm it, and find out exactly what the intersection between Gao Bin and Mr. Li is."

"The second is the surveillance video I pointed out to you earlier, Gao Bin came out of a restaurant he never went to." Song Buzhi said, "You may not know Gao Bin, he is the kind, once he doesn't like something, A certain store, a certain person... will not like it to the end, and will not even touch it. But he came out of this restaurant he didn't like abnormally——Ji Dui, you also send someone to find this restaurant Did your boss ask you?"

"I asked." Discipline said, "Gao Bin did go there at that time. After he went in, he ordered a bowl of sauced pork rice, but he didn't eat a single bite."

"That's it," Song Buzhi said with a faint smile, "He doesn't touch anything he doesn't like. He doesn't like this restaurant, so naturally he won't eat any food from this restaurant."

"Gao Bin came out of this restaurant at 5:38 in the evening, and 8 minutes have passed since the time of Jian Weiyuan's death that you figured out. But unfortunately, the camera on the road outside this store is a rotating camera. The time when Gao Bin entered the restaurant was not photographed. Besides, the sauce-flavored pork rice is the signature of that restaurant, and it happened to be the meal time at that time, so there must be quite a lot of people ordering it, right?"

"That's right." Discipline said, "From the order receipt in the store, it is impossible to know when Gao Bin ordered the meal."

"And the camera in that store has been broken for a while." Song Buzhi spread his hands, "The boss also lives in my neighborhood. I met him once and talked to him."

Discipline nodded: "Is there any more?"