Ba: "Let's eat first. I invite you. I haven't had a good meal for two days. I'm dying of starvation."
Ye Zhao looked disapproving: "The air is not clean these two days, and I eat less food outside. Let's go home and eat, it's pretty quick to make." He took the lead and walked towards the parking lot.
Xia Zhiming pulled the satchel bag and followed, and asked casually, "Who did it?"
Ye Zhao pointed to Nie Renyan who was side by side with him: "The driver."
Nie Renyan: "..." It was a mistake for Nima to follow him!
Xia Zhiming nodded with satisfaction. Good cooking skills and agile cooking were the only advantages he admitted to Nie Renyan. If Ye Zhao was cooking, he probably would have fainted from hunger before serving. His face looked haggard, and it was estimated that not only did he not eat well, but he didn't even sleep much. A layer of cyan stubble appeared on his chin, and there were two pimples on his cheeks.
Nie Renyan, who had been run all the way, finally recovered his snoring after getting in the car, looked at the pimples on Xia Zhiming's face in the rearview mirror, and started the car while saying: "Yo! This is because of your dissatisfaction! "
Xia Zhiming closed the rear door and replied casually, "Thank you for your concern, I won't hold back for as long as you."
Nie Renyan: "..."
Ye Zhao: "..." Suddenly, there is a subtle feeling of being qiāng while lying down.
In order to prevent these two people from arguing and dragging the topic into weird places, Ye Zhao coughed, fastened his seat belt, and asked Xia Zhiming, "Are you going to the police station today?"
Xia Zhiming waved his hand: "I'll go tomorrow, I see some people's brains hurting now."
Nie Renyan turned the steering wheel and turned out of the parking lot: "Tsk, who is so kind to make your brain hurt?"
"Those people who are full of bean curd will talk to you about everything... In fact, I see your brain hurts too."
Xia Zhiming took out a thick envelope from his bag, dragged his tone, and was a little careless, but he seemed to have a hint of resentment.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zhao asked sideways, "The case is not going well or what?"
Nie Renyan also heard that something was wrong, and for the first time he didn't answer his words.
"The case didn't go well." Xia Zhiming sighed, took out a stack of photos from the back envelope, and snapped it twice in his hand, "This time it's more tricky, it looks like the scene where there is no trace of it before. There are a few more footprints, but all of them belong to the victim. Come and hope to get some clues about the murderer, this is not only clueless, but also looks even more evil! "
Ye Zhao nodded in understanding: "Do you still want to go to the scene to see? I saw that the cordon over there has been withdrawn upstairs. Maybe even if there are any missing clues, they have been destroyed by the fog."
"Well, I went. If I can't find any clues, I can just go around. My mind is full of chaos now."
It was Xia Zhiming's usual habit to go to the scene without any clue. This hobby originated in his middle school. At that time, he was good at everything else, except that he was afraid of geometric problems in mathematics. In his own words, he was born with no interest in plane graphics. The regular questions are fine. If you do a lot of drawing and drawing, there will be a few auxiliary lines, but if you encounter some questions that don't follow common sense, you will be stupid. They were taught math back then.