"Generally speaking, her thoughts are quite positive and she should be full of hope for the future. Introversion is just a personality trait and she is relatively quiet. Including what happened last night, although neither of us said anything about it, when she woke up

It can be explained by the fact that I don’t cry and feel sorry for myself all the time.”

Brother Song nodded lightly and did not deny it. The policewoman's explanation made sense. After all, there is no necessary relationship between life attitude and personality. Introversion does not mean inferiority, nor does it mean negativity and pessimism.

The policewoman changed her voice and added: "But, Brother Song, when you ask questions later, please try not to be so sharp. It's really difficult for her. If she encounters this kind of thing again, I'm really afraid of her."

What kind of stimulation will I receive again..."

"Oh?" Brother Song raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Although the policewoman is indeed young, in her mid-twenties, and women are always more delicate at heart, motherhood will naturally make them more likely to sympathize with the weak, which is true.

But after all, she has been a criminal police officer for several years, and has seen all kinds of cruel cases and bloody scenes. She has also experienced severe beatings from society. Logically speaking, she should know that no one can be pure.

Such a police officer, even if he is not numb, should not develop such strong sympathy for people after just a short contact with them.

Unless she also has a similar experience, or this girl has a very strong personal charm.

After two seconds of thoughtful silence, Brother Song smiled again, nodded slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I know."

"Well, I was too worried." The policewoman also smiled and said: "Who in the detachment doesn't know that Brother Song, you are the softest and gentlest."

Brother Song's bright smile turned into a bitter smile, and he asked a little speechlessly and puzzled: "Someone said recently that I look like a golden retriever. Couldn't it be you who spread the word?"

"Pfft!" The policewoman covered her mouth and couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Golden Retriever? Who is so talented? Don't tell me, they really look alike!"

Qi Yuan swallowed and lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

This action was instantly locked by Brother Song. He tilted his head slightly, raised his chin, and deliberately said in a dangerous tone: "Xiao Qi! Could it be that you are setting me up behind my back?"

"How can that be impossible!" Qi Yuan quickly explained: "How can I dare to arrange for seniors, let alone Brother Song, you are so good to me..."

"Then do you know who said it?"

Qi Yuan shrank his neck again.

Seeing this, Brother Song relaxed his tense face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and touched his chin: "Golden pine, emm, this nickname is a bit frustrating, I might as well call him Chow."

Seeing that he didn't care, Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and joked: "But your personality is not like that of a Chow Chow."

Brother Song shrugged.

The policewoman stood up and said, "Qiu Ru'an's intravenous drip should be almost finished. I'll go in and take a look."

"Let's go together. If you wake up, you might as well ask as soon as possible."

…

The intravenous drip in the bottle had reached the bottom, so after waiting for a short while, the policewoman rang the nurse bell. The nurse quickly came over, took a look at the case and infusion records, then pulled out the needle and whispered

: "We have finished the morning injection. Please be careful not to touch the buried needle to avoid infection."

"Okay, thank you nurse." the policewoman said immediately.

Qiu Ru'an didn't seem to sleep deeply. Maybe he noticed that there were many people standing around him, so he slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the policewoman beside the hospital bed, she smiled slightly, nodded, and then looked at Brother Song and Qi Yuan with confusion, and asked softly: "Hello, are you..."

"Hello, nice to meet you. I am Zhao Qingsong, a police officer from the Criminal Investigation Detachment, and this is Qi Yuan." Brother Song smiled slightly, his voice was soft and magnetic, making people feel like spring breeze.

Qiu Ruan's eyebrows are curved, like two small crescents.

Although he was not talking, he felt quite comfortable.

In many cases, a person's characteristics can be felt by people without waiting for him to speak or do things, just a small movement or expression.

It can be seen that she is indeed very similar to Brother Song and has a very strong affinity.

This is also a kind of personality charm.

Qi Yuan thought secretly.

Brother Song sat down next to the hospital bed. He did not rush to ask about the case, but was concerned about her condition and asked: "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, not uncomfortable." Qiu Ru'an said, and then took the initiative to ask: "Officer, do you want to know what happened last night?"

Brother Song nodded lightly and did not deny it. He just asked, "Is it convenient for you to tell us?"

"Of course." Qiu Ru'an pouted and said, "But before that, can I ask how the other sisters are doing?"

"It's a pity," Brother Song sighed, his eyelids drooping slightly, and said, "They were all killed, and you were the only one who survived."

"Then...am I also becoming a suspect in your eyes?"

"Huh?" Brother Song was stunned for a moment, his thoughts suddenly changed, and he immediately said: "Of course not, you are also a victim in our eyes, but you were lucky enough to survive. Why do you ask?"

"I guess, everyone is dead and I'm the only one alive. Isn't it a coincidence? It's normal for you to regard me as a suspect."

"No, we insist on speaking with evidence. Without objective evidence, we will not look at anyone with suspicion." Brother Song replied. Of course, these words are very serious.

He immediately said: "Don't worry, we will never look at you like a suspect. Asking questions is based on the principle of voluntariness. If you want to say something, you can say it. If you don't want to say it, just stay silent. No one can force you."

"Thanks."

"No, this is the principle." Brother Song smiled and asked: "Now can you tell me what happened last night? Why did you leave the dormitory and go to the rooftop?"

"It's Jiajia," Qiu Ru'an pursed her lips again, and after a moment, she said softly: "Jiajia said that her boyfriend gave her a surprise on the rooftop and wanted to take us to see it together."

"Oh?" Brother Song secretly said, and sure enough.

"Jiajia is more outgoing and loves romance. Most of her boyfriends are romantic boys. This happens often. She always invites her friends to go and have a look. We are happy to share this feeling together.

went.

I originally wanted to wait for Honghong, but she went to turn on the water and never came back. Jiajia was in a hurry, so I left a note for Honghong and went up with them.

When we arrived on the rooftop, we saw no one. Jiajia also said that her boyfriend must be hiding and wanted to scare us, so we should be careful and not make a fool of ourselves.

As soon as we finished speaking, there was a bang and the rooftop door closed. We didn't take it seriously, but when we turned around, we saw two boys coming out from behind the water tower. There was also one standing by the door. They all covered their faces, holding

Hold the knife.

A few of us were a little panicked, but Jiajia was still laughing, and asked happily and contemptuously, "This is the surprise they prepared. It's not fun at all, it's boring, girls don't like this."
Chapter completed!