Chapter 10
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Ten minutes later, in the 7-11 convenience store not far away from the community, Song Wen brings the hot food to the opposite side of Lu Siyu. He orders a Kanto cooking by the way, which makes the food in front of him look less shabby.
Lu Siyu, a hot foreign eater, not only didn't win the shop assistant's dislike and white eyes, but also gave him a priority. Song Wen once again realized that the face could really be used as a meal.
Two people are sitting at the table of the convenience store. Lu Siyu's way of opening the lunch box has a sense of ceremony. The lunch box is gorgeous and warm. It has four squares on it. He arranges them from left to right and puts them neatly. Then he takes out the rice and puts it in front of him. Then he takes out the chopsticks from inside and prepares for the meal.
Some things, even if they know, can't be changed by sitting in their position. They can only record relatively objective facts.
There are many things in it that can't be explained in detail and can't be seen. In case any good person reports this case to the media and adds some eye-catching words such as homosexual dismemberment, there will be a lot of trouble.
Song Wen coughed to hide his embarrassment and said, "do you expect Gu Ju and those old scholars who are auditing to understand this? Just keep a simple record of what's relevant to this case, and don't make a fuss. "
Being looked at by Lu Siyu, Song Wen only felt his heart beating suddenly in his chest, and quickly withdrew half a step back. Lu Siyu didn't know anything about it, and then he stretched out the tip of his tongue and innocently licked his thin lips. The pale lips suddenly dyed a layer of water color and looked more attractive.
Song Wen then found that he was standing a little close. When Lu Siyu looked up, he smelled a faint smell on him. As soon as the man's eyes were raised, his long eyelashes blinked. His black eyes were filled with water, which was mysterious and attractive like a whirlpool.
Lu Siyu was not wary of Song Wen. He suddenly came to his back, stopped typing and looked up at him: "I think doctor Lin said it very well."
From Song Wen's point of view, through the reflection of the compartment glass, you can see Lu Siyu's computer screen. The more you look at it, the more you frown. He stands up, walks to Lu Siyu's back, points to some of the records, and says, "well, how can you record the homosexual annotation? It's too detailed. Delete it."
Song Wen sat in his seat and began to look through the materials. Most of the materials were summative and summarized all kinds of situations, which did little to promote the case. After seeing love in the morning, Song Wen's mind was like a knot. He always had a headache. He wanted to change his mind. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Siyu sitting in the compartment next to him, seriously turning the minutes of the meeting recorded in the book into documents.
"OK, I'll transfer it with the bank."
"Check again to see if the victim has any large amount of money transfer records recently. By the way, Ma Minghui's also got one."
"Recent communication records and important information are summarized."
"Is the mobile information summarized?"
"What about other developments?" Song Wen asked, "forensic report, material evidence, further details of the victim have been gathered."
Song Wen nodded, two people still drove the police car all the way back to the police station. This morning, the Bureau has made great progress. As soon as he got into the police station, Zhu Xiao reported excitedly: "team song, the man who lived with Lin Zhenghua has been found, and his fingerprints match. This man is a bartender in a bar, named Ma Minghui. Lao Jia and vice team Huang have gone to pick up people. They should be there in a moment."
"Not very often. I happened to see it today." Lu Si language answers lightly, "lunch break is almost over, let's go back to the Bureau."
Song Wen took a look, which is a few of the tosano Guiwu, "you like to see reasoning ah?" He asked casually.
"You wait for me. I'll buy something else." Lu Siyu took a bottle of hot drink from the hot drink cabinet beside him, and then strolled to the corner of the convenience store, where there was a bookshelf with some best-selling books and recent magazines on it. He stood aside and looked at some books and paid for them.
"Maybe there are other clues in the Bureau. Let's go back and have a look later." In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Wen ended the topic and cleaned up the garbage on the table.
Lu Siyu took a look at him: "it's only part of men who cheat marriage. These people choose to cheat women, which has nothing to do with their sexual orientation. In other words, even if they don't like the same sex or the opposite sex, they will also find a third child and will not be kind to their wives. " Under the sun, Lu Siyu's pupils show a kind of amber color, crystal clear. When he sees Song Wen looking at him, he suddenly looks like a snail who has been touched by his tentacles, and then he coldly lowers his head to silence.
Love is right, no one in their life can talk, people will look at homosexuality with colored glasses, but also look at the same wife with disdain, for many people, divorce is a luxury. Song Wen looked at some of them, and the more he looked down, the more indignant he was. He put his mobile phone on the table and said, "I really don't understand those married homosexuals. If I don't love that person, what's the meaning of marriage? A marriage certificate, the other party trapped, also trapped themselves
They are confused, tolerant, helpless and lonely, and become the victims of a marriage.At present, none of the marriage law and other laws is about this. This makes it impossible for these women to escape, let alone get any compensation.
Most of the same wives have been raped by their husbands. The men beat them hard and soft. If you want to get a divorce, you may not get the same income. Those men have a variety of tricks, some even use mediation reasons to delay the day of divorce.
Post bar is a woman's cry of despair, they are like deep mire, threatened, dragged down. The husband who should have been their dependence turned into the devil and turned their life into hell. They gathered here, the network as a vent port, a lot of people seem to come and go. Life is their own, warm and cold, there is no good solution, torture has become a soft knife to kill.
"We can only lament here, can't we attract attention?"
"Ask everybody to appraise, am I cheated?"
"It's only when we have children after marriage that we find out that our husband is gay."
"Do I want a divorce? What a torment... "
Song Wen thought for a while, and then opened the post bar, with wife bar obviously gathered a lot of such women. This post bar has been reported closed several times, but also struggled to open a few times.
The identity of the same wife is accompanied by depression, mental cold violence, and is also a high-risk group of AIDS. In this regard, the relevant laws are blank, divorce is very difficult, women will be threatened by violence, the economy is difficult to get compensation. At present, there are more than 16 million same wives in China.
Song Wen took out his mobile phone, opened the search page, and entered the word "tongqi".
"I'm a little upset now. Once, I thought she was the most suspect. Up to now, I haven't completely ruled her out, but I always feel that there are some things that don't make sense." Song Wen can't tell where his feeling comes from. Motive, method, weapon, time, place These factors can never be restored. The more he tried to understand everything, the more disorderly he felt. His thinking seemed to be in a dead end, and he couldn't get out for a moment.
"What do you think is wrong?" Lu Si language deep voice asks, his voice is very light, press very low.
As Song Wen pondered, he picked up a chicken meatball and put it into his mouth. The meatball was made from chicken, and some mushroom grains were added. The flavor melted into the meat, and it was fried outside. As soon as he took a bite at the mouth, the chicken dispersed with juice. It was fresh and tender, but he didn't want to enjoy the food. He frowned and said to himself, "there's something wrong."
Lu Siyu listened attentively. His chopsticks were on the high side, and his fingers were slender, and his bones were clear and white to transparent. Song Wen was reminded of his friend's noble cat by his actions and expression when he ate. When such a man sat opposite him, he became cautious and did not dare to gobble it up any more.
Song Wen continued: "she hates Lin Zhenghua, but I don't think she will kill her husband. Besides, the height of her love is not the same. Lin Zhenghua is about 1.73 meters tall. They are 10 centimeters apart. If she is standing, it is difficult to pierce directly from that angle. It is not time for her to have a rest in the event of being killed. If she is in other positions, considering the great disparity of physical strength, it is also difficult for her to have no scars or fighting marks on her body... "
Lu Siyu has just seen that he likes to hold water and open the door with his left hand. In this regard, he did not express his opinion and looked up at Song Wen.
Song Wen shook his head: "no, there is no time to commit a crime. It's only because she is left-handed."
"Because the time is not right?" Lu Siyu raised his head and asked him.
Song Wen also wants to analyze the case: "I suspected her originally, but now, I don't doubt her very much."
The food in front of him soon passed half, and after eating something, Lu Siyu returned to his former indifference. He asked Song Wen in a low voice, "do you still doubt love?"
After listening to the cold joke, Lu Siyu's corner of the mouth also stirred up a smile, it was just a slight pick of the corner of the mouth, but let his cold corner of the eye brow with a little popularity. Song Wen suddenly remembered the emotional apathy that Zhou Yining had mentioned to him before. Now when he came into contact with him, he felt more and more that Lu Siyu was in line with the characteristics of the disease. As for the others, I don't know if doctor Zhou thought too much.
Song Wen said with a smile: "I think your skill is more authentic than that of New Oriental cooks."
Lu Siyu looked at him, but he didn't know why.
While eating, Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu, thinking how could someone look so good and cook so delicious? I can't help asking, "actually, you didn't go to the police academy."
Four dishes with meat and vegetables, color and fragrance, food in front of a place, Song Wen did not see, holding out a chopstick. He chewed the eel, some of the bones inside were reluctant to vomit.
Looking at Song Wen's eyes, Lu Siyu casually pushed his food box forward. Today, what he made is fried squid in soy sauce, eel with garlic, mushroom and chicken balls, and a fried vegetable heart.
Lu Si Yu, with a sound, seemed to understand. He reached out a finger and pressed the "eliminate" button to delete several detailed explanations. Then he deleted them, and a piece of paper became clean."Alas! The others are well written. Why have they all been deleted? "Song Wen loves the minutes of the meeting.
Lu Siyu didn't care at all: "it's OK. I'll sort out my ideas again. It's more coherent and I can give it to you later." Net, net, you should remember to collect or remember, report mistakes, ask for books, find books and chat with book friends:
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Ten minutes later, in the 7-11 convenience store not far away from the community, Song Wen brings the hot food to the opposite side of Lu Siyu. He orders a Kanto cooking by the way, which makes the food in front of him look less shabby.
Lu Siyu, a hot foreign eater, not only didn't win the shop assistant's dislike and white eyes, but also gave him a priority. Song Wen once again realized that the face could really be used as a meal.
Two people are sitting at the table of the convenience store. Lu Siyu's way of opening the lunch box has a sense of ceremony. The lunch box is gorgeous and warm. It has four squares on it. He arranges them from left to right and puts them neatly. Then he takes out the rice and puts it in front of him. Then he takes out the chopsticks from inside and prepares for the meal.
Some things, even if they know, can't be changed by sitting in their position. They can only record relatively objective facts.
There are many things in it that can't be explained in detail and can't be seen. In case any good person reports this case to the media and adds some eye-catching words such as homosexual dismemberment, there will be a lot of trouble.
Song Wen coughed to hide his embarrassment and said, "do you expect Gu Ju and those old scholars who are auditing to understand this? Just keep a simple record of what's relevant to this case, and don't make a fuss. "
Being looked at by Lu Siyu, Song Wen only felt his heart beating suddenly in his chest, and quickly withdrew half a step back. Lu Siyu didn't know anything about it, and then he stretched out the tip of his tongue and innocently licked his thin lips. The pale lips suddenly dyed a layer of water color and looked more attractive.
Song Wen then found that he was standing a little close. When Lu Siyu looked up, he smelled a faint smell on him. As soon as the man's eyes were raised, his long eyelashes blinked. His black eyes were filled with water, which was mysterious and attractive like a whirlpool.
Lu Siyu was not wary of Song Wen. He suddenly came to his back, stopped typing and looked up at him: "I think doctor Lin said it very well."
From Song Wen's point of view, through the reflection of the compartment glass, you can see Lu Siyu's computer screen. The more you look at it, the more you frown. He stands up, walks to Lu Siyu's back, points to some of the records, and says, "well, how can you record the homosexual annotation? It's too detailed. Delete it."
Song Wen sat in his seat and began to look through the materials. Most of the materials were summative and summarized all kinds of situations, which did little to promote the case. After seeing love in the morning, Song Wen's mind was like a knot. He always had a headache. He wanted to change his mind. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Siyu sitting in the compartment next to him, seriously turning the minutes of the meeting recorded in the book into documents.
"OK, I'll transfer it with the bank."
"Check again to see if the victim has any large amount of money transfer records recently. By the way, Ma Minghui's also got one."
"Recent communication records and important information are summarized."
"Is the mobile information summarized?"
"What about other developments?" Song Wen asked, "forensic report, material evidence, further details of the victim have been gathered."
Song Wen nodded, two people still drove the police car all the way back to the police station. This morning, the Bureau has made great progress. As soon as he got into the police station, Zhu Xiao reported excitedly: "team song, the man who lived with Lin Zhenghua has been found, and his fingerprints match. This man is a bartender in a bar, named Ma Minghui. Lao Jia and vice team Huang have gone to pick up people. They should be there in a moment."
"Not very often. I happened to see it today." Lu Si language answers lightly, "lunch break is almost over, let's go back to the Bureau."
Song Wen took a look, which is a few of the tosano Guiwu, "you like to see reasoning ah?" He asked casually.
"You wait for me. I'll buy something else." Lu Siyu took a bottle of hot drink from the hot drink cabinet beside him, and then strolled to the corner of the convenience store, where there was a bookshelf with some best-selling books and recent magazines on it. He stood aside and looked at some books and paid for them.
"Maybe there are other clues in the Bureau. Let's go back and have a look later." In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Wen ended the topic and cleaned up the garbage on the table.
Lu Siyu took a look at him: "it's only part of men who cheat marriage. These people choose to cheat women, which has nothing to do with their sexual orientation. In other words, even if they don't like the same sex or the opposite sex, they will also find a third child and will not be kind to their wives. " Under the sun, Lu Siyu's pupils show a kind of amber color, crystal clear. When he sees Song Wen looking at him, he suddenly looks like a snail who has been touched by his tentacles, and then he coldly lowers his head to silence.
Love is right, no one in their life can talk, people will look at homosexuality with colored glasses, but also look at the same wife with disdain, for many people, divorce is a luxury. Song Wen looked at some of them, and the more he looked down, the more indignant he was. He put his mobile phone on the table and said, "I really don't understand those married homosexuals. If I don't love that person, what's the meaning of marriage? A marriage certificate, the other party trapped, also trapped themselves
They are confused, tolerant, helpless and lonely, and become the victims of a marriage.At present, none of the marriage law and other laws is about this. This makes it impossible for these women to escape, let alone get any compensation.
Most of the same wives have been raped by their husbands. The men beat them hard and soft. If you want to get a divorce, you may not get the same income. Those men have a variety of tricks, some even use mediation reasons to delay the day of divorce.
Post bar is a woman's cry of despair, they are like deep mire, threatened, dragged down. The husband who should have been their dependence turned into the devil and turned their life into hell. They gathered here, the network as a vent port, a lot of people seem to come and go. Life is their own, warm and cold, there is no good solution, torture has become a soft knife to kill.
"We can only lament here, can't we attract attention?"
"Ask everybody to appraise, am I cheated?"
"It's only when we have children after marriage that we find out that our husband is gay."
"Do I want a divorce? What a torment... "
Song Wen thought for a while, and then opened the post bar, with wife bar obviously gathered a lot of such women. This post bar has been reported closed several times, but also struggled to open a few times.
The identity of the same wife is accompanied by depression, mental cold violence, and is also a high-risk group of AIDS. In this regard, the relevant laws are blank, divorce is very difficult, women will be threatened by violence, the economy is difficult to get compensation. At present, there are more than 16 million same wives in China.
Song Wen took out his mobile phone, opened the search page, and entered the word "tongqi".
"I'm a little upset now. Once, I thought she was the most suspect. Up to now, I haven't completely ruled her out, but I always feel that there are some things that don't make sense." Song Wen can't tell where his feeling comes from. Motive, method, weapon, time, place These factors can never be restored. The more he tried to understand everything, the more disorderly he felt. His thinking seemed to be in a dead end, and he couldn't get out for a moment.
"What do you think is wrong?" Lu Si language deep voice asks, his voice is very light, press very low.
As Song Wen pondered, he picked up a chicken meatball and put it into his mouth. The meatball was made from chicken, and some mushroom grains were added. The flavor melted into the meat, and it was fried outside. As soon as he took a bite at the mouth, the chicken dispersed with juice. It was fresh and tender, but he didn't want to enjoy the food. He frowned and said to himself, "there's something wrong."
Lu Siyu listened attentively. His chopsticks were on the high side, and his fingers were slender, and his bones were clear and white to transparent. Song Wen was reminded of his friend's noble cat by his actions and expression when he ate. When such a man sat opposite him, he became cautious and did not dare to gobble it up any more.
Song Wen continued: "she hates Lin Zhenghua, but I don't think she will kill her husband. Besides, the height of her love is not the same. Lin Zhenghua is about 1.73 meters tall. They are 10 centimeters apart. If she is standing, it is difficult to pierce directly from that angle. It is not time for her to have a rest in the event of being killed. If she is in other positions, considering the great disparity of physical strength, it is also difficult for her to have no scars or fighting marks on her body... "
Lu Siyu has just seen that he likes to hold water and open the door with his left hand. In this regard, he did not express his opinion and looked up at Song Wen.
Song Wen shook his head: "no, there is no time to commit a crime. It's only because she is left-handed."
"Because the time is not right?" Lu Siyu raised his head and asked him.
Song Wen also wants to analyze the case: "I suspected her originally, but now, I don't doubt her very much."
The food in front of him soon passed half, and after eating something, Lu Siyu returned to his former indifference. He asked Song Wen in a low voice, "do you still doubt love?"
After listening to the cold joke, Lu Siyu's corner of the mouth also stirred up a smile, it was just a slight pick of the corner of the mouth, but let his cold corner of the eye brow with a little popularity. Song Wen suddenly remembered the emotional apathy that Zhou Yining had mentioned to him before. Now when he came into contact with him, he felt more and more that Lu Siyu was in line with the characteristics of the disease. As for the others, I don't know if doctor Zhou thought too much.
Song Wen said with a smile: "I think your skill is more authentic than that of New Oriental cooks."
Lu Siyu looked at him, but he didn't know why.
While eating, Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu, thinking how could someone look so good and cook so delicious? I can't help asking, "actually, you didn't go to the police academy."
Four dishes with meat and vegetables, color and fragrance, food in front of a place, Song Wen did not see, holding out a chopstick. He chewed the eel, some of the bones inside were reluctant to vomit.
Looking at Song Wen's eyes, Lu Siyu casually pushed his food box forward. Today, what he made is fried squid in soy sauce, eel with garlic, mushroom and chicken balls, and a fried vegetable heart.
Lu Si Yu, with a sound, seemed to understand. He reached out a finger and pressed the "eliminate" button to delete several detailed explanations. Then he deleted them, and a piece of paper became clean."Alas! The others are well written. Why have they all been deleted? "Song Wen loves the minutes of the meeting.
Lu Siyu didn't care at all: "it's OK. I'll sort out my ideas again. It's more coherent and I can give it to you later." Net, net, you should remember to collect or remember, report mistakes, ask for books, find books and chat with book friends:
Ten minutes later, in the 7-11 convenience store not far away from the community, Song Wen brings the hot food to the opposite side of Lu Siyu. He orders a Kanto cooking by the way, which makes the food in front of him look less shabby. Lu Siyu, a hot foreign eater, not only didn't win the shop assistant's dislike and white eyes, but also gave him a priority. Song Wen once again realized that the face could really be used as a meal. Two people are sitting at the table of the convenience store. Lu Siyu's way of opening the lunch box has a sense of ceremony. The lunch box is gorgeous and warm. It has four squares on it. He arranges them from left to right and puts them neatly. Then he takes out the rice and puts it in front of him. Then he takes out the chopsticks from inside and prepares for the meal. Some things, even if they know, can't be changed by sitting in their position. They can only record relatively objective facts. There are many things in it that can't be explained in detail and can't be seen. In case any good person reports this case to the media and adds some eye-catching words such as homosexual dismemberment, there will be a lot of trouble. Song Wen coughed to hide his embarrassment and said, "do you expect Gu Ju and those old scholars who are auditing to understand this? Just keep a simple record of what's relevant to this case, and don't make a fuss. " Being looked at by Lu Siyu, Song Wen only felt his heart beating suddenly in his chest, and quickly withdrew half a step back. Lu Siyu didn't know anything about it, and then he stretched out the tip of his tongue and innocently licked his thin lips. The pale lips suddenly dyed a layer of water color and looked more attractive. Song Wen then found that he was standing a little close. When Lu Siyu looked up, he smelled a faint smell on him. As soon as the man's eyes were raised, his long eyelashes blinked. His black eyes were filled with water, which was mysterious and attractive like a whirlpool. Lu Siyu was not wary of Song Wen. He suddenly came to his back, stopped typing and looked up at him: "I think doctor Lin said it very well." From Song Wen's point of view, through the reflection of the compartment glass, you can see Lu Siyu's computer screen. The more you look at it, the more you frown. He stands up, walks to Lu Siyu's back, points to some of the records, and says, "well, how can you record the homosexual annotation? It's too detailed. Delete it." Song Wen sat in his seat and began to look through the materials. Most of the materials were summative and summarized all kinds of situations, which did little to promote the case. After seeing love in the morning, Song Wen's mind was like a knot. He always had a headache. He wanted to change his mind. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Siyu sitting in the compartment next to him, seriously turning the minutes of the meeting recorded in the book into documents. "OK, I'll transfer it with the bank." "Check again to see if the victim has any large amount of money transfer records recently. By the way, Ma Minghui's also got one." "Recent communication records and important information are summarized." "Is the mobile information summarized?" "What about other developments?" Song Wen asked, "forensic report, material evidence, further details of the victim have been gathered." Song Wen nodded, two people still drove the police car all the way back to the police station. This morning, the Bureau has made great progress. As soon as he got into the police station, Zhu Xiao reported excitedly: "team song, the man who lived with Lin Zhenghua has been found, and his fingerprints match. This man is a bartender in a bar, named Ma Minghui. Lao Jia and vice team Huang have gone to pick up people. They should be there in a moment." "Not very often. I happened to see it today." Lu Si language answers lightly, "lunch break is almost over, let's go back to the Bureau." Song Wen took a look, which is a few of the tosano Guiwu, "you like to see reasoning ah?" He asked casually. "You wait for me. I'll buy something else." Lu Siyu took a bottle of hot drink from the hot drink cabinet beside him, and then strolled to the corner of the convenience store, where there was a bookshelf with some best-selling books and recent magazines on it. He stood aside and looked at some books and paid for them. "Maybe there are other clues in the Bureau. Let's go back and have a look later." In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Wen ended the topic and cleaned up the garbage on the table. Lu Siyu took a look at him: "it's only part of men who cheat marriage. These people choose to cheat women, which has nothing to do with their sexual orientation. In other words, even if they don't like the same sex or the opposite sex, they will also find a third child and will not be kind to their wives. " Under the sun, Lu Siyu's pupils show a kind of amber color, crystal clear. When he sees Song Wen looking at him, he suddenly looks like a snail who has been touched by his tentacles, and then he coldly lowers his head to silence. Love is right, no one in their life can talk, people will look at homosexuality with colored glasses, but also look at the same wife with disdain, for many people, divorce is a luxury. Song Wen looked at some of them, and the more he looked down, the more indignant he was. He put his mobile phone on the table and said, "I really don't understand those married homosexuals. If I don't love that person, what's the meaning of marriage? A marriage certificate, the other party trapped, also trapped themselves They are confused, tolerant, helpless and lonely, and become the victims of a marriage.At present, none of the marriage law and other laws is about this. This makes it impossible for these women to escape, let alone get any compensation. Most of the same wives have been raped by their husbands. The men beat them hard and soft. If you want to get a divorce, you may not get the same income. Those men have a variety of tricks, some even use mediation reasons to delay the day of divorce. Post bar is a woman's cry of despair, they are like deep mire, threatened, dragged down. The husband who should have been their dependence turned into the devil and turned their life into hell. They gathered here, the network as a vent port, a lot of people seem to come and go. Life is their own, warm and cold, there is no good solution, torture has become a soft knife to kill. "We can only lament here, can't we attract attention?" "Ask everybody to appraise, am I cheated?" "It's only when we have children after marriage that we find out that our husband is gay." "Do I want a divorce? What a torment... " Song Wen thought for a while, and then opened the post bar, with wife bar obviously gathered a lot of such women. This post bar has been reported closed several times, but also struggled to open a few times. The identity of the same wife is accompanied by depression, mental cold violence, and is also a high-risk group of AIDS. In this regard, the relevant laws are blank, divorce is very difficult, women will be threatened by violence, the economy is difficult to get compensation. At present, there are more than 16 million same wives in China. Song Wen took out his mobile phone, opened the search page, and entered the word "tongqi". "I'm a little upset now. Once, I thought she was the most suspect. Up to now, I haven't completely ruled her out, but I always feel that there are some things that don't make sense." Song Wen can't tell where his feeling comes from. Motive, method, weapon, time, place These factors can never be restored. The more he tried to understand everything, the more disorderly he felt. His thinking seemed to be in a dead end, and he couldn't get out for a moment. "What do you think is wrong?" Lu Si language deep voice asks, his voice is very light, press very low. As Song Wen pondered, he picked up a chicken meatball and put it into his mouth. The meatball was made from chicken, and some mushroom grains were added. The flavor melted into the meat, and it was fried outside. As soon as he took a bite at the mouth, the chicken dispersed with juice. It was fresh and tender, but he didn't want to enjoy the food. He frowned and said to himself, "there's something wrong." Lu Siyu listened attentively. His chopsticks were on the high side, and his fingers were slender, and his bones were clear and white to transparent. Song Wen was reminded of his friend's noble cat by his actions and expression when he ate. When such a man sat opposite him, he became cautious and did not dare to gobble it up any more. Song Wen continued: "she hates Lin Zhenghua, but I don't think she will kill her husband. Besides, the height of her love is not the same. Lin Zhenghua is about 1.73 meters tall. They are 10 centimeters apart. If she is standing, it is difficult to pierce directly from that angle. It is not time for her to have a rest in the event of being killed. If she is in other positions, considering the great disparity of physical strength, it is also difficult for her to have no scars or fighting marks on her body... " Lu Siyu has just seen that he likes to hold water and open the door with his left hand. In this regard, he did not express his opinion and looked up at Song Wen. Song Wen shook his head: "no, there is no time to commit a crime. It's only because she is left-handed." "Because the time is not right?" Lu Siyu raised his head and asked him. Song Wen also wants to analyze the case: "I suspected her originally, but now, I don't doubt her very much." The food in front of him soon passed half, and after eating something, Lu Siyu returned to his former indifference. He asked Song Wen in a low voice, "do you still doubt love?" After listening to the cold joke, Lu Siyu's corner of the mouth also stirred up a smile, it was just a slight pick of the corner of the mouth, but let his cold corner of the eye brow with a little popularity. Song Wen suddenly remembered the emotional apathy that Zhou Yining had mentioned to him before. Now when he came into contact with him, he felt more and more that Lu Siyu was in line with the characteristics of the disease. As for the others, I don't know if doctor Zhou thought too much. Song Wen said with a smile: "I think your skill is more authentic than that of New Oriental cooks." Lu Siyu looked at him, but he didn't know why. While eating, Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu, thinking how could someone look so good and cook so delicious? I can't help asking, "actually, you didn't go to the police academy." Four dishes with meat and vegetables, color and fragrance, food in front of a place, Song Wen did not see, holding out a chopstick. He chewed the eel, some of the bones inside were reluctant to vomit. Looking at Song Wen's eyes, Lu Siyu casually pushed his food box forward. Today, what he made is fried squid in soy sauce, eel with garlic, mushroom and chicken balls, and a fried vegetable heart. Lu Si Yu, with a sound, seemed to understand. He reached out a finger and pressed the "eliminate" button to delete several detailed explanations. Then he deleted them, and a piece of paper became clean."Alas! The others are well written. Why have they all been deleted? "Song Wen loves the minutes of the meeting. Lu Siyu didn't care at all: "it's OK. I'll sort out my ideas again. It's more coherent and I can give it to you later." Net, net, you should remember to collect or remember, report mistakes, ask for books, find books and chat with book friends:
