He paused slightly, turned around and glanced at the interrogation room.
"Don't appear in front of her, maybe she will relax a lot."
"" The implication is that he is astonishingly ugly
"Boss, I don't want you to attack me personally."
Tang Si licked his lips, smiled softly, and put his hands lazily into his trouser pockets: "This girl is a little special, I won't tell you the specifics, maybe she was traumatized when she was young."
He tilted his head slightly, with a lazy smile in his peach eyes: "Stop wandering in front of her, she is my main suspect now, if anything happens, let me see how I deal with you."
The tone seems to be joking, but it also has the meaning of vigilance and reminder.
He has always been like this, ordering things in a relaxed tone, not forceful.
It gives people a feeling that he is easy to get along with. After a long time of contact, you will feel a sense of distance and coldness. No one can really walk into his world.
After finishing speaking, he squinted at Zhou Liang: "But you are quite self-aware."
Zhou Liang: "???"
"I know I'm ugly."
Leaving such a sentence, others have gone far.
Depend on! Someday you will die if you don't have a poisonous tongue!
The night was as deep as wine, the sky was as dark as splashed ink, and the criminal police brigade was still brightly lit.
Looking from a distance, the mist is like a dark veil, covering the solemn and solemn building.
"Is there hot water?"
"Comrade police, can you ask a comrade in plain clothes to deliver it, thank you."
"I'm cold, do you have a blanket?"
The woman sitting on the chair has white and tender skin, and her face is a little red, as if soaked in rouge. She is not shy, but forbearing.
Her complexion was not pretty, and she was alone under the dim light, making her look even weaker.
Her heart seemed to be glued and bound by something, and deep fear invaded her heart, mind, and even her whole body, like a bomb planted in it, which would explode at any time.
She kept calling and talking, and no one noticed that something was wrong with her.
They just frowned, thinking that this woman was coquettish and troublesome.
Tang Si explained that she would try her best to meet her needs.
They don't know why, they just do it.
The criminal police team went up and down, busy passing by the office, Tang Si raised his head from the pile of papers and stared at the people who were going back and forth.
After a while.
He stood up suddenly, walked out, and pulled a person: "What are you busy with?"
The man replied: "Song Yi, I want this for a while and that for a while."
He couldn't help complaining: "I've never seen her so verbose."
It's just a matter of forcing.
Is this sure that the suspect is not the ancestor
Tang Si pursed his lips lightly, thinking for a while.
Then he patted him on the shoulder: "She has a special body, she can't do good or bad, it's hard work."
His eyes fell on the blanket in his hand: "Give it to me, you go and rest for a while."
"Boss, how can this be?"
Tang Si snorted and sized him up, with a lazy tone: "Why is this not possible? Or is there gold hidden in your blanket?"
"No, no, that's hard work, boss."
Song Yi over there just felt uncomfortable, her hands and feet were cold.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, Song Yi bit her lip and looked towards the door.
Tang Si's footsteps paused, and his eyes seemed to hit his chest directly.
Weak woman, what kind of gaze is that
Looking forward to, pitiful, but also forbearing and calm.
She is really uncomfortable, but she doesn't want others to see her like this. She is a person who pursues perfection, so she bears it.