From Wang Kezhi's series of inquiries, Zhou Zhe actually had some vague guess, but when it was truly confirmed, he still felt unreal.

Zhou Zhe sat in the chair for a long time and suddenly raised his head: "Captain Wang. I remember when Luo Li died, the embryo was also removed. Is the murderer the same person?"

Wang Kezhi raised his eyebrows and said, "It has not been confirmed yet. But judging from the method of committing the crime, it is very likely that the murderer is the same person."

Zhou Zhe let out a long sigh, stared at Wang Kezhi's eyes and said, "Captain Wang, I hope you can find the murderer as soon as possible. Don't let others be killed. I will... not send it to you..."

Wang Kezhi looked back expressionlessly: "Investigating the truth is my mission."

Before leaving, Fang Jing said: "Mr. Zhou, the situation in this case is special, so please do not publicize everything we talked to you today. Thank you."

Seeing Wang and Fang leave, Zhou Zhe still felt like he was in a dream.

I went to the bathroom and rinsed my face with cold water before I calmed down.

Tang Meng once said that the murderer in Luo Li's case was not an ordinary person. In other words, the one who killed Yang Xiaoli might also be a dreamer... Because of this, did Wang Kezhi be sent to handle the case? Does the official also have a dreamer to cultivate his own? Isn't the existence of a dreamer who is known to cause trouble?

Also, why doesn’t he seem to know me? Did he really not notice me in the lonely peak of the sea of ​​clouds that time? Or did he pretend on purpose?

Zhou Zhe seemed to see a cloud of mist shrouding in front of him, and he thought of the killer who attacked Tang Meng two days ago, and he felt that there was danger everywhere.

...

downstairs.

Fang Jing sat in the car and looked back at the window on the second floor.

"Boss, do you think he is suspicious?"

Wang Kezhi started the car and looked forward and said, "It's not very suspicious."

Fang Jing was stunned: "But he had a conflict with Yang Xiaoli before she was killed. When you asked, his expression was occasionally unnatural. It even seemed to have a certain connection with Luo Li. Now it seems that he is the biggest suspect in the Yang Xiaoli case!"

"In the interrogation of the case, it is normal for the person being questioned to have some minor strangeness. Don't always be suspicious. If you deal with it easily throughout the whole process, then there may be big problems. The conflict between Zhou Yuan and Yang Xiaoli is in the clear, unless there is another hidden truth, it will not reach the level of murder. As for the involvement with Luo Li, he is a reporter from the gossip newspaper, and it is understandable to have an understanding and association of these things."

After pausing, Wang Kezhi continued: "Tomorrow, check Tang Meng to confirm his remarks, and then check the relationship between him and Luo Li. Although you can't look at people with tinted glasses, don't let go of any clues."

"yes!"

...

Behind the curtain, Zhou Zhe watched Wang Kezhi drive away, waited for another half an hour before going downstairs. Now he ordered a bowl of sour and sour noodles in the corner of the street and slowly finished eating it. He was so he was able to handle the supper.

I came to a grocery store next to me and pointed to a cigarette with a good packaging: "Give me a pack of that."

"Okay, a box of 'other side', twelve coins."

Zhou Zhe paid the money, walked out of the store but did not leave, but stood at the door of the store and lit one.

Well, it tastes good. It feels a bit familiar...

After smoking a cigarette and completely confirming that no one around me was paying attention to me, Zhou Zhe returned to the store.

"Boss, make a call."

"Ten coins per minute."

The phone bill was so expensive that Zhou Zhe felt pain, but at this time he had no time to feel sorry for the money. Instead, he was glad that Tang Meng installed a phone at home and quickly dialed the number he copied the day before yesterday.

A few seconds later, Tang Meng's low voice rang out from the microphone: "Who."

"Brother Tang, it's me."

Zhou Zhe quickly retelled what happened just now, especially the details, and described them clearly.

After listening to it, Tang Meng said, "I understand. If nothing unexpected happens, this detective captain should come to me to investigate tomorrow. It's okay, I will handle it."

"Well, Brother Tang, then I'll die first."

Zhou Zhe was relieved when he heard Tang Meng say this. Yu Guang glanced at the time that seemed to be about to skip another minute, and decisively ended the topic and hung up the phone: "Boss, how much does it cost?"

"Four minutes and fifty seconds, one hundred and fifty times the coins."

Zhou Zhe counted fifteen coins with distress and handed them to the boss. As soon as he walked out of the store, he suddenly realized: I was anxious to hang up the phone just now, and forgot to ask Wang Kezhi why he works in the Public Security Bureau, so why isn't he afraid of disasters?

Forget it, I'll ask you next time I meet.

When he got home, it was already late at night. Zhou Zhe went to bed directly and then entered the dream world directly.

Today, Liu Mengfei's dream presents a light red background. After walking in, I found that all kinds of cartoon plants and cute zombie images floated in the entire dream. Liu Mengfei sat in the middle, wearing a sunflower hat, thinking hard.

Are you really doing this game? I was thinking about it in my dreams, but I was really hardworking... Zhou Zhe smiled and sat down next to Liu Mengfei:

"What do you think?"

"elder brother!"

Liu Mengfei turned her head and immediately showed joy on her face: "I'm thinking about the game!"

I saw that... Zhou Zhe is no longer interested in this. On the contrary, the various things Tang Meng told him about the dreamer were even more interesting.

So Zhou Zhe decided to do a small experiment.

"Liu Mengfei, what did you eat yesterday morning?"

"Brother, call me Feifei. My mother and my close friends call me that."

Looking at Liu Mengfei's serious and stubborn expression, he knew that he would not be able to overcome this hurdle if he didn't follow her wishes, so he nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, Feifei, what did you eat yesterday morning?"

Liu Mengfei smiled and tilted her head to recall: "Salty, hot, white and round...ah, it's roasted mai and white porridge!"

Is Shaomai round? Zhou Zhe twitched, but he knew that ordinary people have not strong memory and logic in dreams, so it is understandable.

So he made a light voice and said in a gentle tone: "Then do you want to eat fried dough sticks tomorrow morning?"

There is a fried dough sticks across the street downstairs. You can see it from the window of Zhou Zhe's bedroom.

But unexpectedly, Liu Mengfei shook her head: "I don't want to."

Zhou Zhe was stunned: "Why?"

“Big, oily, not delicious!”

Zhou Zhe only felt that he was coaxing the child: "The fried dough sticks are actually delicious, especially those that are freshly served, golden, beautiful and crispy."

“Not delicious, big, oily!”

"I think you can try it tomorrow morning, especially when you eat it with soy milk, it's very delicious!"

"Big, not delicious, oily!"

"Ahem, don't you like white porridge? You can dip it in white porridge, won't it be oily?"

Zhou Zhe felt that he was almost talking, but Liu Mengfei always refused back and forth with the three reasons that he thought about.

However, after he finished speaking, Liu Mengfei was stunned for a moment. When Zhou Zhe thought there was a chance, the former shook his head and said:

"Big, not delicious!"

Zhou Zhe seemed to have found a way to understand the problem: "Do you think a portion of fried dough sticks are too big to eat? You can go to the office to share them with your colleagues! And the remaining fried dough sticks can also be cooked, fried loofah, fried minced meat, fried eggs, fried peppers, pineapple fried dough sticks and shrimps, braised fried dough sticks stuffed meat, scallion and fried dough stick soup..."

Liu Mengfei shook her head, "No fried peppers, spicy!"

"Okay, okay, don't stir-fry the chili peppers!"

Zhou Zhe was already able to adapt to the way of thinking of dreamers. He was afraid that the topic would go off the wrong way, so he quickly pulled back: "Look, too many fried dough sticks can be distributed to others, or they can cook... it's okay to make soup, how good! What do you think?"

Liu Mengfei looked at her reasons and looked at Zhou Zhe with big eyes and nodded aggrievedly.

Zhou Zhe smiled and said, "Then it's settled. Eat fried dough sticks tomorrow morning, don't forget! If you do what you say, I might give you a good game idea next time!"

"Okay, OK! Idea!"
Chapter completed!