Dangerous Personality

Everyone else has already taken their seats, and the only vacant seats are the two by the door.

As long as Chi Qing had a choice, he would not sit with this psychopath.

Chi Qing raised his chin slightly, and said to Ji Mingrui, "You, come out."

"?"

"Change location."

Ji Mingrui lured Chi Qing here, afraid of being retaliated, he hurriedly said: "It will be troublesome for me to come out."

"You see, there are people around me," Ji Mingrui said, "and Jiang Yu and Xiaolan are also quite reluctant to let me go."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Su Xiaolan: "..."

Isn't it just a place, it's just to eat, where to sit is not to eat.No one misses you.

Chi Qing had no choice, and after sitting down, Xie Lin didn't say anything more, but took the glass of lemonade in front of him calmly.

Chi Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Xie Lin explained: "It's cold."

Chi Qing looked back again.

Xie Lin appeared in his line of sight within 20 seconds as if lingering. The man held a glass in his hand and put the steaming water glass in front of him. He was refilling his empty glass and handing To him: "I heard it when you were standing at the door talking, you have a cold, have you taken your temperature?"

Chi Qing always feels that other people's decent state cannot be maintained for more than two sentences, and the next sentence may be "Sorry, I shouldn't have pinned you to the ground that day" and so on.

So he took advantage of the situation and cut off the topic: "Thank you, don't worry about it."

Su Xiaolan rarely sees Chi Qing without gloves, and she is always full of curiosity about things that she rarely sees.Sitting opposite Chi Qing, she couldn't help but look at those hands a few more times.

The phalanges are slender, so white that they dazzle under the incandescent light.

In fact, Chi Qing was also looking down at his hands, firstly because he was uncomfortable without gloves, and the temperature of the water glass was clearly controlled just right, but he still felt hot.The second is that Xie Lin was sitting on the side, reminding him of a coincidence.

Xie Lin's hand was placed next to him, the man's hand was well-articulated, his wrist was thin, and his fingertips were carelessly placed on the table.

He was still in that posture, listening to Ji Mingrui and the others chatting.

Ji Mingrui was sharing his search experience today: "I went to the convenience store, and the kid told me that there were only two people who came to buy knives..."

Chi Qing moved her finger, moved her finger away from the wall of the cup, and said to herself: I didn't read it last time, is it just a coincidence?

Maybe it's just that he just didn't think about anything at that moment.

How can a person have no voice?

Chi Qing actually wanted to see if the last time was a coincidence.

But just as his finger bent slightly, it left by a millimeter, and quickly stuck it back to the wall of the cup.

Obviously his cleanliness doesn't allow it.

……

To touch or not to touch, this is really a very difficult choice.

There are so many pairs of eyes on the dining table in full view of everyone, which invisibly increases the psychological burden.

Chi Qing didn't move for a long time, but Xie Lin's hand moved first.

He swiped his phone to check the time, then dropped his hand by his side and didn't put it on the table again.

Xie Lin's hand was touching the tablecloths, which was a very secretive gesture, no one would notice what was going on under the table.

For the first time in Chi Qing's life, his curiosity about a person gradually overshadowed the discomfort caused by his obsession with cleanliness.

So a few minutes later, Chi Qing reluctantly let go of his hand with complicated emotions, and lowered his hand calmly to a position similar to that of Jie Lin, the backs of their hands were almost touching.Then Chi Qing endured it, and stretched out a finger to touch the back of Jie Lin's hand.

Rather than saying "touch", it is more appropriate to use the word "poke".

After Chi Qing finished poking, he waited for a few seconds, but he didn't wait for the distorted sound.

Ji Mingrui's chirping voice was still in his ears.

"You two are really good, the only two suspects are you two - I am a fool when I came out of convenience..."

Chi Qing poked while holding back the discomfort.

After a while, he poked a second time.

Since it can only rely on feeling, this time the fingertips are a little bit downward, just touching the finger joints of the man wearing the ring. The silver thin ring ring has a delicate coolness. Feel that warm.

For cleanliness, there is no such thing as familiarity once.

Chi Qing resisted the urge to wipe her hands, and waited for a while.

But still nothing happened.

Ji Mingrui continued: "...Don't say you two arrested each other, I also want to arrest you two to go back to work."

Ji Mingrui's voice was real, mixed with the clash of cutlery as the waiter put away the plates, he could even hear the faint sound of sirens on the street outside the window.

But nothing else.

There was a moment of blankness in Chi Qing's mind.

——He really couldn't read Jielin.

Even though Chi Qing has been very careful to minimize the touch area, but two pokes are already the limit.

And after poking him, he felt that he might be crazy to do such a thing.

After testing, he was about to wipe his hands with a wet tissue, when he raised his eyes and saw Xie Lin's slightly sideways face.

Xie Lin had obviously been watching him for a while, like some kind of animal that let its prey wander around, he looked at Chi Qing with a look of unwillingness to touch him but then poked at the back of his hand, waiting for Chi Qing to take it back His hand asked, "What are you doing?"

"..."

Chi Qing was silent for a while.

"The tablecloth is crooked."

Xie Lin emphasized: "You touched my hand, not the tablecloth."

Chi Qing: "I accidentally touched it."

Xie Lin let out an insincere "Oh", and his tone dragged out, as if to say "Okay, whatever you say, anyway, it's already touched".

Chi Qing: "..."

"However, there are really few people who buy this knife. I don't know when the two remaining knives on the shelf will be sold." Go across the table, "——what are you two talking about?"

Xie Lin didn't respond to his words as usual, nor did he continue to argue with Chi Qing, and suddenly asked, "How many knives do you think are left on the shelf?"

"Two, two."

After Ji Mingrui finished speaking, he found that Chi Qing suddenly looked at him.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong: "Is there any problem?"

The two "suspects" who had bought the knife looked at each other.

The suspect surnamed Xie asked, "When you went to buy knives, how many knives were left on the shelves?"

Suspect Chi replied: "Five knives, I bought one and there are still four knives left."

Xie Lin: "Then I bought one, and there are only two of them in the sales record, so there should be three knives left."

After eleven o'clock that night, when a group of people poured into the convenience store, the little boy was already used to people asking questions.

He didn't even wait for Ji Mingrui to speak, and said very skillfully: "Uncle policeman, no one bought a knife today."

Ten minutes ago, after listening to Jie Lin and Chi Qing's words, Ji Mingrui dropped the group halfway, picked up his coat and ran out as soon as the dishes were ready.

"Think about it carefully, who else came on the rainy day."

After the police cordoned off the scene, the murderer had no tools, so he came here.

It was late that day, and it was raining, so there must have been not many customers.

"It's also counted as someone you know. He doesn't necessarily come to buy things. If you think about it carefully, can you remember it?"

The little boy stopped scratching and scratching on the workbook and said, "Uncle Li."

"Uncle Li?"

Little boy: "He is Xiaokang's father."

The little boy took out his mobile phone, searched for a long time in the old mobile phone, and finally found a group photo, which was obviously taken when the two families took their children out to play. The little boy pointed to one of the men in overalls and said, "He is Uncle Li."

The man was wearing gray overalls, his eyeballs were brown and cloudy.

Ji Mingrui stared at the photo, remembering the day when Grandma Wang lost her ancestral wood carving: "How could it be him?"

"This Uncle Li's full name is Li Guangfu. He came to South China City to work in the early years. He was engaged in water pipe dredging, but his job was a clerical job. He was mainly responsible for dispatching personnel. There are two sons in the family. The youngest son was born this year and is not yet one year old." Su Xiaolan, who went back to the police station first, immediately pulled out Li Guangfu's personal information.

The man in overalls sat next to the police station for the second time.

He never expected that he scored twice: "What's the matter? Yes, I did go there that night. Is it illegal for me to go to the grocery store on a rainy day?"

Ji Mingrui: "What did you go to the grocery store for?"

"I asked for leave that day and didn't go to work. The electrical appliances at home broke down, so I went to the grocery store to buy a screwdriver."

"Just a screwdriver?"

"I also bought a pack of cigarettes. What's the matter? I'm still rushing home."

Screwdriver and smoke.

It's all matched with the accounts, and he really didn't lie.

On the other side, Xie Lin and Chi Qing, who were forcibly dragged to "assist" in the investigation because they had important information in their hands, sat on the left and on the right.

Xie Lin opened the on-site materials again: "Just one copy, do you want to read it together?"

Compared with this case, Chi Qing actually cared more about this insanity who couldn't read anything after several repetitions. He looked at Jie Lin's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Although Xie Lin always looked casual, his observation skills were extremely keen. His eyes were clearly still on the case files, but he raised his hand and shook it in front of Chi Qing's eyes.

Xie Lin sent his hand to Chi Qing, and put his thin hand in front of him.

Chi Qing: "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you my hand," Xie Lin said, "It seems that those two pokes were not enough when you were eating."

"..."