Miss Cousin is Always Busy

Chapter 137 Welcome to District 11

What Jiang Yinshuang said was affirmative, and the voice in her heart was also affirmative.

If it's you, I'd like to wait all the time.

"What if you find that that person isn't worth waiting for?"

Some people don't have to wait at all, it depends on the situation.

Gentleman Shu thinks, if it is foolishness to make a wrong payment, then even if it waits forever, the ending will not change much.

"No, I believe in myself, and I also believe in..."

she was.

"what?"

Gentleman Shu couldn't hear the words behind, so he asked in doubt.

"Why did Miss Police Officer suddenly ask about this matter? Could it be that she has a sweetheart?"

Jiang Yinshuang changed her tone, and looked at the gentleman's book with a smile.

Pretending to be nothing, in fact extremely nervous.

"I just can't figure out some things."

"How to say?"

One person and one ghost were walking in the quiet night, Jun Zishu sat back in the car, signaled his colleagues in the dark to continue to follow hard, and drove towards home.

"I used to think that emotion is the most useless thing in this world. It is a burden and affects people's reason."

"Why... think so?"

"Probably because I haven't seen the light."

Jun Zishu never experienced love in his childhood or even in his youth.

She's not a very pleasant person, and she knows it.

Always do everything perfectly and stay sane.

Like the always stern-faced butler in a medieval castle, there is something tragic and ridiculous.

Like a puppet in a black and white silent film, indifferent and monotonous.

Junzishu thinks he is like a seemingly perfect supporting role used to set off the protagonist in those novels.

But she died before she was slapped in the face.

I don't want to be liked, probably because I am afraid that after being obtained, the tasteless essence hidden in it will be discovered, and then I will be disgusted.

The car was driving at a constant speed, and the light and shadow were hit on the face and passed by very quickly.

Jiang Yinshuang had never felt the loneliness emanating from Junzishu so clearly as at this moment, as if he was separated from the world and had never owned anything.

"Then did you see it later?"

"I saw it, and then I found out that I might not be suitable for owning it."

"why?"

Jiang Yinshuang asked eagerly, really wanting to know who that light was and what kind of stories they had, but she could only bury all kinds of questions in her heart. At present, she has no way to ask, nor is she qualified to ask. , and she is more interested in the conclusions she draws.

Why are you so sad.

"Because it's so beautiful, and I'm not good enough."

The voice of Junzishu is faint, dissipating in the air with the end of a sigh, bringing a kind of astringent sadness.

The more she is contrasted with the other party's warm and unreserved air and emotion, the more despicable her thoughts appear.

It is a mission, but also selfishness.

Why didn't she want to love someone sincerely and completely? At that time, she didn't have such a warm heart. If she could, she didn't even want to try that kind of strange emotion.

Not good enough.

inferiority complex.

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, she has many things that others cannot reach, but in terms of emotion, she feels that she is always the bottom one.

She sometimes wonders if she has lost the ability to love.

She felt like a drop in the ocean, lost in the torrent of time.

But in that kind of lostness where she couldn't find herself, in some people, she really felt some freshness, and the beating of her silent heart, although those throbbing only appeared briefly, but it was true exist.

"How can you not be good enough? In my opinion, you are very good."

Jiang Yinshuang said with certainty, looking straight at Junzi's book.

"But after you get to know me, you may not think so."

"Miss Police Officer, you can't just look at the problem from your own point of view. Everyone has different ideas. For example, in my heart, you are the best one. I don't care about others, and I don't want to care about others. I just want to keep looking at you, and maybe you don't think you're good enough, which is pretty good in my opinion."

"I think things like feelings are very irrational and cannot be considered in an objective way."

When I saw you for the first time, I had an unusual feeling in my heart.

"Is it because I'm the only one in your world now?"

"You can't say that. Although I don't remember the past, I'm not stupid. Life is not as clichéd as in TV dramas. As long as I lose my memory, I can fall in love with someone else. How should I say this? You can't fool anyone."

Pointing at her heart, Jiang Yinshuang smiled sweetly at Junzishu.

When I saw you, my heart was beating desperately, and it told me all the time, look, this is the person, I like her so much.

"I explained it so clearly, does Miss Inspector understand those things now?"

Jiang Yinshuang smiled, Jun Zishu turned the steering wheel, nodded, and shook his head again.

"I seem to understand but not understand."

"Then let it be. If one day, you meet your own light again, I am still by your side at that time. As a friend, you tell me, and I will help you see if that person is worth it." You love."

Jiang Yinshuang thought she hid it well, but she didn't realize that it was full of loopholes.

"No."

Jun Zishu raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Yinshuang's hair, it was very light and gentle.

Jiang Yinshuang's expression remained unchanged, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad.

The car is home, turned off and locked.

Jun Zishu walked in front holding the key, and Jiang Yinshuang walked beside her.

The sensor lights in the corridor turned on on the first floor, Jun Zishu opened the door, and turned sideways to let Jiang Yinshuang in first.

"Tell me about that person's family."

"Okay, his house is quite big. I checked every place, yes, aggressiveness has a relatively large living room, and then there is a side hall, three floors, there are many rooms, but if he lives by himself, it should be One bedroom and one study, and the other rooms are relatively empty, probably unoccupied, and some of them have no furniture in them.”

"Where's the kitchen? Did you see it?"

"Didn't you specifically explain the kitchen to me before, so I went there to have a look. His kitchen is very large, and the equipment is quite advanced, that is, the very advanced range hood and cooking table, things It was all neatly arranged."

"Did you see anything in particular?"

Jiang Yinshuang shook her head, and the reaction was within Junzishu's expectations. If Jiang Yinshuang really found something more important before, he would tell her as soon as he came out.

Gentleman Shu is not sure whether the suspect will use his home as the first crime scene, some will, some will not.

Generally, those who regard their own home as the scene of the crime are very sure that the privacy and protection of their home are particularly good, within the scope of their control, and there will be absolutely no guilt or uneasiness when committing crimes. The most important thing is, convenient.

Junzishu thinks that these two places of residence of Yu Hang should not be the scene of the first crime.

Needless to say, the house in Anhe Community has a sixth floor with a lot of people, which is extremely inconvenient.

As for the house around the restaurant, although it is a single-family house, it is also surrounded by neighbors, and there are surveillance cameras all around.

There must be something else, but they haven't found it yet.

Jun Zishu only turned on the light in the living room, and the white light shone on her beautiful side face. The slightly tightened jaw line showed her state of contemplation.

As long as it is this person, it feels good no matter what.

The people in the police station didn't sleep, they were working overtime to investigate the information.

Junzishu received the account number and screenshots from the technical staff, as well as a series of voice messages.

Yu Hang is a relatively well-known food blogger on the Internet. When you click on his Weibo, you can see a lot of food videos and recipes, as well as some exchanges of experience, and many landscape photos. Of course, those photos are accompanied by words On the above, it shows that the owner of the photo is on the journey to find delicious food.

"Boss, I looked through a lot of his stuff, and found that this guy is really a foodie. He has tried everything from top-notch foreign delicacies to pancakes, fruits, and stinky tofu. There are very few things in the feed other than food. , but the crucial clue was not found, and it made me hungry."

Gentleman Book browsed the links and screenshots, and after a few minutes, they sent a few pictures and a voice over there.

"These places are a bit strange. If this person is really a murderer, then he is too perverted."

The first screenshot was published in late October, the second in early November, and the third in mid-November.

【A new attempt, I feel very good. 】

[Some tastes are not very good, but fortunately, they have been stored for a long time, so you can try them slowly. 】

[How to dispose of useless ingredients? 】

If you just look at it intuitively like this, you may think there is no problem. After all, Yu Hang’s previous posts are all about food. If you are an uninformed person, you may feel that this is just this person’s new attempt at food. The time of these three dynamics is relatively close, the time of the disappearance and death of the first deceased.

It would be too disgusting to bring that ingredient into the image of a human being.

The technician sent two more pictures, one with text and one with pictures.

[You can try a new approach. 】

The picture is a picture of the finished food. The surface of the meat is fried until golden, with sauce on it. The presentation is very beautiful, and it looks delicious and delicious.

The premise is that this is not human flesh.

After reading it in the middle of the night, Junzishu suddenly felt nauseous.

If the motive for killing is just to enjoy different food, then this person definitely has a big psychological problem, and may have become a complete lunatic.

Gentleman Book stared at the phone screen, watching its light turn from bright to dark, and finally go out.

She needs evidence, evidence that this man is the murderer.