Himemoto's interpretation

The study on the first floor recorded the trip to Huaicheng completely, put them into different folders by category, and labeled them with various colors before Xingqi washed her face upstairs.

There are many unconscious actions and expressions that follow intuition and habits in a day. Some of them seem irrelevant, but they have a certain probability of becoming the butterfly that shakes the Atlantic Ocean, or the horseshoe that destroys the country, and has an important impact on the future.

To screen out which ones must be remembered, which ones are insignificant and trivial, and which ones need to be tested, if you are really not sure, just write them down. It is not difficult, but it is time-consuming.

Absently thinking about going to the hospital one day to check whether this head can be saved, she didn't notice the neatly folded blanket on the steps, Xingqi almost stepped on it.

The soft wool blanket has sharp edges and corners, which is comparable to the standard tofu block in military training. Xingqi made a sharp turn halfway and circled around the small blanket several times, only the blanket, without her small pillow.

The detective always throws clothes everywhere, but the blankets are so neatly folded, does it mean to let her go back to the attic to sleep at night?

Xingqi didn't understand, so she raised her hand and knocked on the bedroom door.

The detective wore a mask and opened the door so that no one could pass through, and looked at her warily with a pair of eyes.

Xingqi smiled at her until the tips of her ears turned red, and put her hands together and said "I'm sorry".

Seeing the detective slacking off to make room, she quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

It seems that there is still a chance if you don't ask, but if you ask, the voice and the sound of closing the door echo in the corridor together, and the lingering sound is lingering.

Touching the two teeth marks on her lips, one left and one right, Xingqi sat next to a small tofu blanket, and turned on the phone with a sense of sympathy.

The dialogue interface is still full of "cheesy bones" of detective blind typing.

Xingqi sincerely wrote the same number of "sorry" by hand, sent it, and swiped the screen.

Speaking of it, the root cause of the trouble was that she suddenly remembered the message, and she forgot the promise of gnashing her teeth first, so she couldn't help biting it for a while.

Lips sweeter than grassleaf sugar and softer than sugar, but inside are also fangs and sharp teeth.

Coincidentally, what the detective returned to her was a photo of a shark opening its bloody mouth to the camera.

Xingqi thought that facing the detective should not be half-hearted and delusional, otherwise it would be easy for both sides to misfire.

But the fingers quickly typed: [Hu Yixuan and I said that I would get angry if I scolded me, and I would bite when I was angry.You heard me. ]

A week: [. ]

Xingqi: [I promise not to do so in the future.Remarks: The commitment time limit is only based on the memory shelf life. ]

Week: [You can be angry, you can fight back.Remarks: Do not bite [other] people. ]

Xingqi: Then do you forgive me?

week:[.]

To forgive or not to forgive?Xingqi wanted to beat the ground anxiously.

Looking up at the camera facing the stairs, she held onto it, picked up the blanket, and bravely replied: [Got it, I don’t understand. ]

The detective did not return.

After washing in the attic, staring at the blanket on the bed that she had crumpled into a ball, Xingqi knocked on the door a second time confidently.

The pillow was still on the detective's bed.

"Not locked."

Xingqi closed the door behind her back. Seeing that the detective was not asleep, but was contemplating the laptop and a thick stack of documents on the coffee table, she walked lightly to the bedside.

"Go to bed first." The detective didn't lift his head.

Hearing that the tone didn't mean to drive her upstairs to sleep, Xingqi nodded, took advantage of the situation and nestled down beside the sofa, and took out her mobile phone to check the trip to Huaicheng.

There are armrests to cover, and the bright light of the screen should not affect the detective.

Under normal circumstances, Xingqi will only revisit the positive orange and yellow labels after transcribing the diary, put the case-related ones into the blue shared folder, and check them once a week.There are also some not-so-good archives marked with a gray label "no need to view" and placed at the end.

The timeline before and after the Hu Xingjun case is clear, and the sources of clues are listed one by one. The detective marked it as read, indicating that the assistant's task has been completed.

But Hu Yixuan had something stuck in her throat, and everything that happened since returning to Haicheng couldn't cover it.

Xingqi accidentally opened the gray label.

Hu Yixuan believed that Hu Xingjun's little benefactor was the most suspected, and the detective clearly mentioned in the conversation with her later that "a small punishment should be given to the brother-killing enemy or his related people." In those two days, the only outsiders who entered and left Huai'an town seemed to be Ha The second and third sisters and them, then Xiaojin is naturally referring to the second and third sisters Ha.

Are Xia Yinian, Xun Youyou, and Catty really related to Hu Xingjun's accident?

Xingqi scratched her heart and lungs, but consciously restrained the urge to eat candy, and quietly turned her head to glance at the detective.She also seemed to be haunted by doubts, staring at the computer screen in a daze, frowning.

As long as Xingqi moved a few centimeters, she could have a panoramic view of the screen, and she could see the detective's troubles, but she didn't do that.

This is the first murder case she has come into contact with after coming to the studio for a week, and it also involves the detective's blood relatives. Without the detective's express, she can't cross the line arbitrarily.

Circled the key items, Xia Libai glanced at the back, and after a while, the rabbit who was sitting on pins and needles leaned his head on the corner of the armrest and backrest, sleeping like a...well, like a sleeping well-behaved rabbit, finally put away oh Oh dog teeth.

She just closed the notebook, the rabbit moved when he heard the wind, and turned his head back 75 degrees, not enough to open his eyes, "Are you asleep?"

"Ah."

Seeing the assistant lift his legs to climb on the bed, Xia Li rolled his eyes and quickly pinched the back of his neck with his hands, "Take off your clothes."

Rubbing back and forth on the ground, I still want to go to bed like this.

Regardless of whether it is buttoned or not, Xingqi took off her shirt by pinching the opposite corners with both hands and flipping it upside down, rolling it off and turning it over again.

At this moment, half asleep and half awake, listening to the command conditioned reflex, grabbing the hem of the clothes, revealing the thin and strong waist, and sweeping the eyes, there is a faint vertical shadow line.

About when the skin came into contact with the air, and saw the detective suddenly turn his face, Xingqi suddenly woke up, dropped her shoulders back, grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and said awkwardly: "I'm sleepy, I'll go change the clean ones."

The detective went to the bathroom without looking sideways, "There are wardrobes."

Turn off the headlights and turn on the bedside lamp. The quilt was divided into two halves, each in its place. One sat and read a book, and the other lay on his back. The part in the middle slumped down was big enough for Ha Xiaoer to sleep in. The assistant still didn’t ask any questions about the case.

Waking up after taking a nap, sleepiness didn't come to my head for a while, and the rabbit's round eyes purred and glanced around, but didn't look at her.

Rabbit assistant surnamed Shang Xingqi is not stupid. Although it is a bit difficult for her to use her brain, she can properly complete the tasks assigned to her by relying on instinct and intuition alone.

The rabbit's intuition has always been keen, and his instinctive actions are the key to recruiting, which is enough to prove that the thinking mode accumulated in the past experience cannot be changed even if he loses his memory.

Just like solving a math problem, not being able to write the problem-solving process does not mean that you cannot get the correct answer, but some people are proficient enough to solve the problem-solving process without auxiliary thinking.

People who rely on intuition are fatal, and accurate intuition is even more fatal.

"no problem?"

"Are you willing to tell me? Is it okay to tell me?" The detective said, Xingqi immediately sat up, and blurted out the question that had been brewing for a long time, "Do you know who that is?"

The detective's eyes still fell on the book, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her ear, "So...it seems to tell you that it's not good."

Xingqi: "...Hmm."

Turning over and crossing the vast gap in the middle, he took a deep breath of the detective as usual, expressing that today's detective is particularly fragrant, and then rolled back.

"I want to know, but I don't think it's convenient right now, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Actually, I don't know if I want to know. You were having a headache just now."

Seeing that the detective was flipping through the thick foreign document in his hand and didn't respond to her, Xingqi rolled over again, "According to the known clues, what I can be sure of now is that that is not Hu Yixuan, and the only one left is Xiao Ha. Second and third sisters."

After changing clothes, she can roll around on the bed casually, and she is sure that the detective's focus will not be affected. She turned over and over to express her thoughts.

"But the second and third sisters of Ha Xiao are not like that, even if they are not in tune, they still know that Guan Tian, ​​their performance is really not like that..."

"Like borrowing a knife."

……

Listening to the assistant muttering that and that, the detective closed the book and waved.

Xingqi happily rolled over, this time in a big way, and accidentally slipped into the detective's arms.

"Are you sure you know someone who is someone else, how are you doing?"

Xingqi raised her upper body with her arms, stared at the mark on the detective's lower lip that was obviously darker than the surrounding ones, thought that if she bites again, she might really have to hug the pillow back to the attic, and rubbed her neck instead, "Why do you think I'm having a hard time? "

"You have so many of that." The detective turned his head back and said seriously, "If you don't like that, I won't force you."

Xingqi Qiqi Ai Ai: "Will you dislike me and fire me?"

The detective raised one eyebrow, "Do you dare to ask again?"

Xingqi stopped tumbling, and lay down obediently, hesitating whether to interpret the answer too much.

"No." The detective touched the rabbit's ears, "unless you write a letter of resignation."

"I want to write a deed of sale."

"……To shut up!"

Xingqi closed her mouth, faced the detective, looked from her head to her hand holding the book a few times, then buried her face in the pillow, and said sullenly: "Actually, I want to know."

"Ok?"

"I've checked the poison in Hu Xingjun's body, and it's possible he ingested it by mistake. So was he killed, committed suicide, or was it just an accident?"

"Unfortunately, was killed."

"Who is the murderer?"

"Concrete evidence has not yet been obtained, but it is almost there."

"Is it Hu Yixuan?"

"No."

"Is it the second and third sisters Ha Xiao?"

"No."

"Will you take me to continue investigating this case?"

"It depends."

Xingqi let go of the pillow, took a deep breath of the fresh air that contained the scent of sandalwood and magnolia, "I see."

"Go to sleep." The detective straightened up and threw the book on the sofa, "I will give you a new contract tomorrow."

"Selling a contract?" Xingqi was full of longing.

The detective pushed the starry-eyed rabbit back into the bed, and threatened her not to say something stupid with a knife in his eyes. Fang turned and turned off the bedside lamp, lay down, and pulled the quilt over his head.

After a while, Xingqi murmured from beside the pillow to Xingqi's ears, "From now on, you will be a partner, not a subordinate. You can do whatever you want, and refuse anything you don't want to do without my permission."

"any?"

"Ah."

Xingqi raised the quilt with her fingers, the moonlight was cold, and the brightness was just enough for her to see clearly the eyebrows and the slightly smiling corners of the lips of the person next to her pillow.

It was a non-prankful, pure laugh that perhaps even she didn't know about.

Xingqi quickly leaned over and took a bite.

"Is this included?"

"Ah."

"I got it."

"Ah."

"I can remember without a bracelet."

"...Shang Xingqi."

"Okay, I'll shut up."

"You can't bite others. You can fight back when you are angry and unhappy, but you can't bite others."

"You're saying you can't kiss people, are you?"

"..."