“…I will help you.”

Liu Yanshi was stunned.

I didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"Shi Zuocai...what did you say?"

"So I'll help you." Shi Zuo was so angry that he repeated it.

After confirming that she had heard it correctly, Liu Yanshi seemed even more surprised. She became silent, with a very complicated expression on her face, and finally asked softly:

"What are you going to do?"

"It's not clear yet, but we still have time." Shi Zuocai knelt next to Fu Sizhe's body, frowned, and began to recall the surrounding buildings and terrain.

"We have to find a way to deal with the body first. The traces of suicide by burning charcoal must be covered up, and your screams should have been noticed by the neighbors."

Fu Yinger looked at him blankly, unable to speak. Shi Zuocai closed his eyes and was already immersed in his own world. He could not see any fear of the corpse in front of him, as if it was just another ordinary commission that had nothing to do with him.

Panic can't solve any problem.

The only thing that can save them is reason. Shi Zuo thought like this. There must be some perfect method - like a complex functional equation. Calm and calm, divergent thinking, and find the only correct solution in endless chaos.

If it was him...or, if it was him and his sub-personality - plus Liu Yanshi, this time the matter should be solved.

...

Zhu Ansheng suddenly stood up from the bed.

In autumn, the temperature was slightly cool. The quilt slipped down, and he was naked and wearing only a pair of boxers. The exposed body lines looked tight and strong, covered with shocking scars.

But the scar has scabbed, and the muscles have gradually loosened due to years of slackness.

He pushed his long, sloppy hair that covered his eyes back, got out of the bed in a hazy way, and stepped on a bra on the ground.

I drank a little last night and my memory was quite chaotic.

He picked up his bra, staggered and hit the wardrobe beside the bed, kicked open a few cans under his feet, and walked out of the messy bedroom.

Walking to the bathroom door, a woman was dressing up in front of the mirror.

She seemed to have just finished the shower, her hair was still wet, and she was dressed: a close-fitting black chiffon shirt, a slender arms in the translucent lantern sleeves, and a tight curve of boots outlined an inch on her knees. She was applying lipstick, her lips were red like blood.

Zhu Ansheng narrowed his eyes in a daze and raised his eyebrows in confusion. He paused, leaned against the door frame, and made a relaxed posture:

"Oh, hey, uh..."

He was trying to recall the woman's name, and he remembered that there was a "Jie". If there was a "Jie", then her surname should be "Chen". If not, then her surname was Tan.

The woman looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, and her smile was charming.

"I wish the Detective, I look good."

"Haha...are awarded."

"Should you wear pants?"

Zhu Ansheng lowered his head and saw the bra on his hand first. He hid the bra behind him and smiled awkwardly.

"It took a lot of time to find pants last night."

"Last night..." The woman's eyes circulated: "We are not in the room most of the time."

“Not in the room?”

The woman smiled, put her lipstick in her bag, and ate it word by word: "Living room, sofa, dining table, balcony... and on the floor."

Zhu Ansheng said "Oh" for a long time, "Oh" in the second half, his tone was slightly upward.

The woman continued:

"Thank you."

Zhu Ansheng opened his mouth but did not make a sound. His eyes turned around and did not remember any key things. He tentatively said:

"Uh...what do you thank?"

The woman looked at him and smiled and took out a stack of photos from her bag, which brightened up.

"With these, the future of that adulterer is ruined."

Zhu Ansheng looked at the photos and finally realized it.

The photo was taken by him. The content is of a middle-aged man with a big belly walking out of a luxury car and holding the waist of a young female student.

The man was named Tan Jinxi, who was a director of a Fortune 500 Internet company.

The woman in front of him was his original wife.

Zhu Ansheng blinked his eyes and cursed in his heart, "Damn it."

——He still remembered the name wrong. It turned out that the woman was not named "Tan", but the one named Tan was her husband.

The woman smiled charmingly.

"I am Detective Zhu. I have invited more than a dozen paparazzi but failed to find out the clues. You have caught the little tail in just three days."

"That is, running business."

"I heard that you were an Interpol before, but you were a trump card. Someone called you 'Galileo in the criminal investigation industry'... Now he is a private detective, which is really a shame. But being an Interpol is indeed dangerous, right?" The woman looked at the scars on his body meaningfully.

"You have to persuade the person who told you about this and ask him to apologize to Galileo all over the world."

Zhu Ansheng intentionally avoided talking about his past. A woman was a smart woman, and she didn't ask questions. She carried a bag and walked past him.

"See you goodbye if you are destined to be... I wish you a detachment."

Zhu Ansheng touched his nose: "Generally speaking, guests who come here do not want to come for the second time."

"I'm different..." The woman still did not look back, and bypassed the messy garbage on the ground, twisted her tempting steps towards the door, leaving behind a slow sentence.

"I'm looking forward to meeting you again."

Zhu Ansheng blinked his eyes, lowered his head slowly, and reacted quickly, and waved his hand:

"Hey! Your bra!"

"That's not mine." The woman turned the door handles by herself.

Zhu Ansheng is a little embarrassed:

"Then goodbye...uh, little...qi?" He finally decided to take a gamble. Six of the ten women in Guangzhou had the names "qi" in them.

The woman finally turned her head and glanced at him:

"My name is Youjun."

The woman opened the door and was about to leave when she happened to run into a young police officer. The woman glanced at the police officer and left leisurely.

The police officer was stunned and looked at Zhu Ansheng, who was covering his shorts with his bra at the bathroom door, and smiled bitterly.

"Brother-in-law."

Zhu Ansheng obviously didn't expect that he would appear at this moment. He grabbed his hair awkwardly, and then realized the bra on his hand and threw it on the sofa at will.

"Xia Liang, Xike...what is there to ask me for?"

Xia Liang looked at the messy living room, frowned, and walked around the pile of garbage on the ground.

"It's nothing. I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and have a look."

Zhu Ansheng found a windbreaker on the clothes hanger and draped it on his body. It looked like the kind of pervert who was walking on the street in the middle of the night and was just picking girls. He continued to search for something on the table where things were piled up like a mountain of things.

"After so many years, you are still like this, and even lies are not correct. Don't move."

Xia Liang's feet, which were about to fall, froze in the air. Zhu Ansheng rushed over and picked up a pipe that was about to be stepped on, looked up and down, and then blew it again, and a large tent of ashes bloomed in the air.

The two coughed. Xia Liang patted the police uniforms that were stained with dust, and Zhu Ansheng continued to look for tobacco in a dusty state.

"Who was that woman just now?"

"Customer." Zhu Ansheng replied without looking back, paused, and added: "It should be from the Yan family."

Xia Liang frowned:

"Brother-in-law... didn't he tell you not to interact with such people? You are helping the evildoer."

"You have to figure out the cause and effect first. First of all, I took over her commission because she was a fraudster, but in the process of completing the commission, I raised the speculation that she might be a fraudster. Secondly, you shouldn't believe every news I said. Private detectives are not credible..." Zhu Ansheng groaned, moved the marble coffee table on the table, and transferred the tobacco scattered under the coffee table. It was just enough. He continued: "You can never rely on the news I told you to arrest the prisoner. My words are not evidence, and that is fishing law enforcement."

"After so many years, you still love preaching."

Zhu Ansheng carefully filled the tobacco into his pipe and started looking for a lighter again.

"It is difficult for people to change. You are the same, you are as stubborn as a cow. Since you were eighteen years old, you have told you not to follow my old path... You are not a detective."

"Why?" Xia Liang asked.

"You are too straightforward. You are very easy to break. What you do in this business is not just to uphold justice and fight against sin. It is not as simple as you think... People's hearts are terrible things. Those who do good things may not be good people, and those who do bad things may not be bad people. You will become less and less able to understand what you are doing, and you will know sooner or later... Damn!"

The lighter found under the sofa was soaked in water, and no matter how hard it was, Zhu Ansheng threw it into the trash can and looked up at Xia Liang:

"Is there any fire?"

Xia Liang shook his head: "Brother-in-law, you know I don't smoke."
To be continued...