"So to speak."

Ji Chiyu nodded with a smile.

After noticing Ying Zhan's gaze, he added:

"Of course, this is just a guess. It's possible that the murderer wanted to divert attention in this way, or there may be other reasons."

He only heard one sentence.

However, Ying Zhan couldn't help but believe the speculation he expressed.

I only have this tiny clue.

Ji Chiyu has already deduced a complete context of the murderer's psychological motivations.

Ying Zhan even doubted it.

In his mind, he had already determined the approximate scope.

"What else do you know?"

The murderer is about to be caught.

Ying Zhan's tone couldn't help but become a little heavier.

The gaze that fell on Ji Chiyu also had a hint of interrogation.

Ji Chiyu didn't care, he crossed his index finger and thumb, made a crisp snap, and then said lightly:

"It's okay. My criminal psychology profiling skills are not professional, just use them as a reference."

"This name is professional enough."

Ying Qian didn't notice the rather unfriendly atmosphere lingering between Ying Zhan and Ji Chiyu.

She yawned.

An overwhelming sleepiness hit my brain.

The brain failed to maintain the final clarity and became too slow to think.

Ying Zhan glanced at her and finally softened his tone.

"You go back and rest. If I find anything, I will contact you at any time."

"OK."

Yingqian was not polite either.

The interrogation, surveillance and evidence collection on the corpse will take some time.

There is no use for her to stay.

It's better to go back to sleep.

Yingqian dragged Ji Chiyu and left.

Their backs gradually disappeared from Ying Zhan's sight.

But he seemed to still be able to see her shadow.

Wearing an overly large coat.

Standing very close to Ji Chiyu.

The shoulders touch each other.

Indescribable intimacy.

Ying Zhan sighed, suppressed the emotions growing in his heart, and returned his attention to the case.

It didn't take long for Ying Qian to notice that he was sleepy.

There is some blur in front of my eyes.

I just wish I could throw myself on the bed and sleep until the sky is dark and the earth is dark before I give up.

"Yingqian?"

Ji Chiyu glanced sideways and saw her squinting, her little face looking confused.

Even walking.

They are all shaky.

Feet stumbled together.

I almost hit the elevator door and couldn't wake up.

Ji Chiyu laughed.

A hint of endearment flashed through his black eyes.

He grabbed Yingqian's slender waist and held her in his arms.

Ying Qian noticed a feeling of weightlessness coming over him.

She opened her half-conscious eyes and saw Ji Chiyu's perfect jawline.

It's really strange.

If this person looks good.

Even the line of the jaw cannot be faulted.

Ying Qian has seen a lot of male sex.

However, Ji Chiyu is a mature and gentle type.

This is the first time we met.

Her gaze was too direct.

Without any cover-up.

Big thorns fell on him.

Ji Chiyu couldn't help laughing and asked:

"Not sleepy anymore?"

"Sleepy."

Ying Qian sniffed.

Nestled in Ji Chiyu's warm embrace, she said hoarsely:

"I was thinking about tomorrow...now it's today, I'm treating you to dinner."

"It doesn't matter."

Yingqian was very sleepy.

No response was heard from Ji Chiyu.

He cursed on his own:

"Finally, I met this kind of bastard who can kill a thousand swords again. Don't let me catch him first, otherwise, I will be the first to take action on him!"

She groaned angrily.

Red lips slightly pursed.

It's more like asking for a kiss than throwing a tantrum.

Ji Chiyu lowered his eyes to look at her, and the expression in his eyes suddenly became much darker.

The elevator arrives at this time.

He walked out of the elevator with Yingqian in his arms and opened the door to his home.

"Sleep at my place tonight."

The voice that was deliberately lowered was not enough to be captured by the sleepy Ying Qian.

She only felt that Ji Chiyu's embrace was very comfortable.

With a soothing atmosphere.

Causing her consciousness to sink little by little.

Fall into it.

No matter how hard it is to extricate yourself.

Ji Chiyu put Yingqian into the soft bed, and swept her closed eyes with his fingertips. His long eyelashes slowly traced across her skin, making the smile in his eyes suddenly become a little heavier.

So interesting.

he thought.

His little detective is indeed very different from those boring people.

"Ying Qian."
To be continued...