boyfriend in the fridge

"The resolution of the recorded video is different, and the time required for a memory card with the same capacity to be fully recorded is also different. My memory card, 32G, can record for eight hours at 1080P. But Xiaonan's, the same 32G, I remember it can only record Four hours in 1080P." Xia Ji said, "Then let's count it as six hours. For six hours, the average commuting time of Huacheng people is one to two hours a day, not counting other things. Six hours can be recorded for three days."

"Yesterday was Sunday," Disciplinary continued. "Most residents of Lvjing Garden are office workers in their 35s to [-] years old. Vehicles outside are not allowed to enter. The cars in the community are either parked after work on Friday, Either they went out to play on the weekend. At the time of the incident, there was a car driving by, it may have come back, or it may have just gone out."

"So the driving recorder is a matter of luck..." Xia Ji sighed, "Where's Dabai?"

"Going to sleep in the afternoon." Discipline said, "The traces found on the scene are also undergoing further laboratory tests. The preliminary tests did not detect anything."

Xia Ji nodded and opened his mouth again.

"Who is that? The surname is Song, right?" Xia Ji propped his chin, "I heard from the Great Sage that you kept him overnight last night, and you took him to Xiali Village today?"

Discipline glanced at him: "Why did you keep him all night, what nonsense did Xiao Xie tell you?"

Xie Qitian was named Qitian, and other members of the team nicknamed him "Great Sage", especially Xia Ji and Yu Xiaonan who called him the happiest.Discipline calls people, always add a small or old before the last name.The reason why Bai Zhuo also called him Xiao Xie was because he thought the name "Great Sage" was too powerful. Compared with Xie Qitian, he thought that he was more like the omnipotent Great Sage Equaling Heaven.

Xia Ji looked at him and smiled playfully: "This is not like your style."

Discipline raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"I heard that Mr. Song is just suspicious, and there is no evidence to prove that he is the murderer. Normally, you can ask him at most. Why did you force him to stay for 24 hours this time?"

Disciplinary Correction: "Only 22 hours to be exact."

"22 hours." Xia Ji nodded, "So you want to tell me why you kept him for 22 hours? Especially when you have already locked down the murderer, and doing so may bring you trouble--you are not Always hate trouble?"

Discipline is not sure what secret Song Buzhi has, and he doesn't want to tell others for the time being.In particular, he also had a faint feeling that it would be better not to let the second person notice.This feeling is as strange as the feeling "M1" gave him.

"Stop asking." Discipline said, "I'll tell you when the time is right."

The "time is ripe" he said meant that when he was really sure about Song Buzhi's secret, but Xia Ji didn't know what meaning to decipher from this sentence, suddenly smiled very ambiguously, and looked him up and down with malicious intentions. appearance.

Discipline was stared at him with chills, touched his arms with both hands, frowned and asked, "Why do you laugh so perverted?"

Xia Ji stroked the beard stubble that came out of his chin these few days on a business trip, smiled, and wrote: "Old Ji, I have known you for 12 years, right? You didn't have a girlfriend when you were studying? I understand, then At the moment, you are full of thoughts about how to beat the school better than you. The first two years of this job, I was busy, and I understood, but after that? Didn’t your aunt introduce you to someone every few months and urge you to go on a blind date? You don't have a girlfriend at ten? It's not you... I heard that Mr. Song is prettier than girls."

discipline:"……"

Now he understands the meaning of what Xia Ji said inside and outside the words, and also understands what Xie Qitian said to Xia Ji.

Discipline kicked the taunt back to him blankly: "You are one year older than me, do you have a girlfriend?"

Xia Ji spread out her hands: "But, I already had a girlfriend."

Discipline: "Not now."

Xia Ji: "Okay, okay, let's look at this question later—you didn't sleep last night, right? Now that I'm back, why don't you go home and take a shower for a while, and then come over if you have something to do."

Discipline just wanted to say "no", but suddenly smelled the faint smell of sweat on his body - when he received the murder call last night, he was running. Although it was a cold day, he sweated a little after running for a long time.

He has a slight obsession with cleanliness. Previously, his attention had been focused on the case and Song Bozhi, and he could not pay attention to other things at all. Now he was disturbed by Xia Ji's arrival, and as soon as he relaxed, the smell of sweat rushed into his nose.

He frowned, stood up, and said, "If you have any news, contact me immediately."

"I know." Xia Ji waved his hand at him, "You just leave quickly."

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Discipline walked out of the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, turned right, and walked towards the intersection of traffic lights.

His apartment is near the city bureau, and he can walk there in 5 minutes based on his foot speed. If you drive around here and there, you have to park, it is far worse than walking, so it is not possible to commute regularly driving.

The green light is on, and discipline flows through the intersection with people.

On the side of the intersection, there is a ten-story building with a row of more than a dozen windows. This is the Huacheng Procuratorate, which is quite majestic.Beyond the Municipal Procuratorate is a building with a round roof. In the center of the roof, there is a long sharp corner pointing directly to the sky. It is solemn and solemn, elegant and sturdy. This is the Huacheng Court.The outer walls of the city court are all white, known as the White House of the Flower City.

The disciplinary apartment is in the community behind the procuratorate and the court.

This community is called Bishui Jiayuan, because behind the community, there is a small river that is neither long nor short.At the same time, Bishui Jiayuan is known as the safest community in Huacheng, because the city's public security, procuratorate and law are all near it, and there is a traffic police brigade opposite the procuratorate and the court.

Discipline lives in Room 301, Tingfeng Building in Bishuijiayuan.

When he got home, he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom.After a while, the sound of water sounded.

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At the same time, Song Buzhi hurried out of the house.

Driving recorder!

Many people in the community have driving recorders installed in their cars. Although they are not sure whether their driving recorders have just captured any key information, or whether the captured information is still there, but at least this is a road ah!

If the blind cat meets a dead mouse, the evidence will be found!

——Solve the case as soon as possible, stay away from these things as soon as possible, don't have to see Captain Ji as soon as possible, and life can get back on track as soon as possible!

Song Buzhi has a driver's license, but he usually stays at home or is too lazy to drive. The car is basically idle in the garage - more often he would rather take a taxi.

So did he tonight.

He called a car on an APP on his mobile phone, and the car was 500 meters away from him, and he was waiting at the gate of Lvjing Garden.

At night, he was very excited, and he couldn't help grinning at the road with people coming and going, and let out a "hehehe" laugh, which made passers-by look back at him frequently.

I am so happy!It seems to have seen the moment when the murder case is solved!

At this moment--

"Woow - woof - woof -"

There was a sound of dog barking from far to near, Song Buzhi turned his head and saw a mass of black things running towards him quickly——

"Wang!"

Wangcai, who was completely black and only had bright eyes, jumped onto him, stuck out his tongue wetly at him, and wagged his black tail happily behind him.

What the hell!

Prosperity!

Song Buzhi was taken aback, and hurriedly took a step back.

Wangcai slid off him, followed him closely, jumped up excitedly again, and jumped onto him again.

"Wangcai——Wangcai—what are you doing running so fast all of a sudden...wait, old lady..."

Behind, Aunt Huang ran over panting, and ran in front of Song Buzhi, bent her waist, and panted heavily with her hands on her knees.

When Wangcai saw his master, he turned his head and gave a "bark" as a greeting.Then he turned his head to Song Buzhi again, his diamond-like eyes stared at him excitedly, and his tongue still licked the hand at his waist.

Song Buzhi was startled, retracted his hand, but smiled helplessly, then put his hand on top of Wangcai's head, touched it, and said in a low voice, "Wangcai, I really didn't expect us to meet again so soon..."

Alas, whenever I think of Wangcai, I think of today's noon...

Aunt Huang took a breather, and looked up and down Song Buzhi suspiciously by the street lamp for a while.Song Buzhi saw Aunt Huang's power of one against a hundred at noon, and didn't want to be entangled by her, so he grabbed Wangcai's two front paws and pulled him off his body.

Song Buzhi remembered Aunt Huang's quarrelsome attitude of one against one hundred, but he forgot her attitude of looking at her face.So, Song Buzhi was horrified to see Aunt Huang showing a friendly mouthful of teeth, walked a few steps closer to him, and asked softly with a smile: "How old is the young man? Is there a date? Do you need Auntie to introduce you?" ah……"

Song Buzhi rarely dealt with people, and he had never come into contact with such aunts and aunts who love to be matchmakers, so he took a few steps back in fright.

"Auntie, I..." He just said a few words when the phone rang.

He picked it up without looking at it, Song Buzhi heaved a sigh of relief and said "Hello".

It turned out that the called car came.

Song Buzhi looked to the other side of the gate of the community, and saw a white Chevrolet parked there.

"Auntie, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first——Wangcai, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Song Buzhi quickly passed Wangcai and Aunt Huang, and ran to the side of the car. When he opened the door, he quickly jumped in with his hands and feet.

Wangcai made two more "barks" in the back, and was very disappointed to see that this person whom he felt very close to really left, so he followed Aunt Huang home with drooping ears.

But after walking a few steps, he saw the big tree planted by the roadside, and ran over excitedly, raised his hind legs and peed.

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The gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Uncle, no, brother, I'm really a friend of your discipline team. I have something very important to ask him, so you can accommodate me and let me go in and look for him, okay?" Song Buzhi stood in the security room at the gate and said After two or three minutes, the security guard did not soften his heart.

"Young man, this is the Public Security Bureau, not the tribute tea seller across the street—did you see that word on the yellow sign outside when you came in? Non-official vehicles are not allowed to enter. It's also a reason to be a human, Non-official personnel are not allowed to enter!"

Song Buzhi could only kneel down: "Can't you let me register?"

The security guard was devoted to his duty: "No."

Song Buzhi: "...Then can you contact your discipline team for me? Let him tell you."

The security guard looked at his overly good-looking face suspiciously: "Aren't you friends with Captain Ji? You don't have his cell phone number?"

Song Buzhi: "...I just lost my phone."

The security guard looked around, finally let go, and made a call to the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

"Oh, Team Ji isn't here? It's all right."

After hanging up the phone, the security guard said: "Young man, you heard it too, the discipline team is not here. Then I have nothing to do, you go back."

Song Buzhi: "..."

Damn, didn't the ghost haunt you all day long? Why didn't you come when you wanted to find him at the critical moment?