Being His Little Fox

A person, lying at her feet in a dark alley.

Song Yi stepped back several steps in an instant, a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

The sticky feeling on the soles of his feet made Song Yi look at Tang Si who was chasing him in horror.

The evening breeze blows coldly, and the **** smell is strong.

Tang Si immediately realized something was wrong.

"Don't be afraid." The man's voice was steady, and he pulled the person behind him with one hand.

Tang Si squatted down and took out his mobile phone. The flashlight illuminates the man lying on the ground.

He is a middle-aged man about 30 years old.

With blood flowing across his head, Tang Si frowned and looked at the wall next to him. There was a nail on the wall.

On the man's forehead, there are several obvious nail holes.

Obviously the man himself hit the nail on the wall with his head.

Song Yi felt cold and scalp numb. He didn't know if it was caused by the scene before him or because of the night wind.

Tang Si turned his head and looked at Song Yi: "Goodbye, call the police for me."

Song Yi nodded immediately: "Okay."

Because she didn't know how to deal with such a situation, and because she herself was afraid of the police station, she never knew how to deal with police-related industries.

So when Tang Si finished speaking this sentence, when she took out her mobile phone to make a call, she paused in her hand, thinking about it for a while before remembering the number 110.

"Xxxxx110, the city bureau telephone." Tang Si reported a call.

Song Yi dialed the phone.

"Hello, Ningcheng City Bureau."

Song Yi: "Located in the alley of No. 11 North Street in the city center, a male body was found."

She took a deep breath: "I was there and Tang Si, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Municipal Bureau."

...

People from the city bureau soon arrived.

Tang Si stood there, looking at Song Yi.

"How does it feel?"

Song Yi put down his phone, wondering what he meant by asking: "Huh?"

"How does it feel to call the police?"

"Alright... well." Song Yi took a breath: "It doesn't seem to be that scary."

Tang Si smiled lightly and rubbed Song Yi's head: "Although you don't know what you have experienced before, you have such a fear of the police."

"But I will be there in the future."

Song Yi didn't speak because he didn't know what to say.

After being with Tang Si, the fear of the police station was indeed reduced.

Not as strong as before, she began to feel that this profession is sacred and great.

Song Yi: "Aren't you curious about what I experienced before?"

Tang Si: "Curious, but what I care more about is whether you can live well in the future."

So I never asked her about her past.

"If you don't want to say, I won't persecute you, but if you need to talk one day, I will wait for you at any time." The man's tone was calm, slowly and faint, all in a parallel line.

Falling in love with a mature man is like this feeling, where there are subtle cares and concerns.

Tang Si's details have never been less.

Song Yi nodded.

She lowered her head and took out a bracelet from her pocket. The bracelet was made of rope: "This is for you. It's the gift I said."

"Although... in the present scenario, some gifts are not suitable, but I think you will be busy in the future, and it may be a long delay before giving it to you."

"I have to give you this. I compiled it when I was 18 years old. I happened to be an adult that day."

Tang Si: "Help me put it on."

Song Yi put the bracelet on his hand.

The man's gaze was quietly fixed on her face, and the woman's face was calm and watery, and there was no fear of fear on her face in such a scene.

The rope is woven in red, and the man's hand is well-knitted, with blue veins protruding, which looks extra sexy.

Wearing the red rope on his hand didn't look feminine, but became even more sexy.

After putting on the bracelet, he pulled the person into his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"I'll ask someone to take you back in a while."

"Good." Song Yi nodded and agreed.

But Song Yi didn't say this time that he should pay attention to safety and that he must be careful.

Because the situation at the scene was a little urgent, Tang Si didn't think about it carefully.

...

Soon, the field team of the city bureau came over, coming in low-key.

Because there are no onlookers at the crime scene, there is no need to draw the onlookers over.

Song Yi was also sent back.

At the scene, Wang Jinliang of the Forensic Department judged: "From the perspective of the scene, it is a suicide."

"The fatal injury is the head." Wang Jinliang said: "I used my head to hit the nail on the wall. Whether there is any other possibility of homicide, the corpse must be transported back for specific inspection."

"Yeah." Tang Si nodded coldly: "Zhou Liang, go and investigate the nearby surveillance to see how this person came over."

"Look again to see if any missing persons have been reported."

"If not, after the autopsy report confirms the cause of death, it will be notified so that someone can claim the body."

"It may not be suicide."

Zhou Liang: "Why?"

Tang Si pointed to the corpse lying on the ground: "From head to toe, it is a top brand. The watch in his hand is an 8-digit number."

"Such people are generally upper-class celebrities, and their lives are superior. They should have experienced the ups and downs of the shopping malls they should have experienced. They will not commit suicide without reason.

Tang Si: "Just wait for the autopsy report."

...

The night was heavy, with neon flashing.

The police were busy taking photos of various locations on the scene, putting the people in body bags, packing them, and taking them back to the forensic room of the Municipal Bureau.

Clean up the scene again.

At this moment, Tang Si got into the car, and the hand strap he was wearing suddenly felt a little bit tied.

He frowned slightly: "Turn on the lights in the car."

Zhou Liang was driving and turned on the light: "What's wrong?"

Tang Si raised his hand and looked at the strap. Two or three black objects were outside.

"what is this?"

Zhou Liang poked his head to take a look: "This should be hair."

Tang Si: "Hair?"

Zhou Liang: "Sister-in-law gave it to you?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Uh..." Zhou Liang thought for a while: "One of my morals is that she gave you the whole life."

"The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love."

Tang Si frowned: "What if it was made up at the age of 18?"

"18 means adulthood. There is a local saying that girls braid a red string with their own hair, especially on the day of adulthood, and later give it to their lover, just..."

"Just what?"

Zhou Liang licked his lips: "Just..."

Tang Si said coldly, "Stutter again, my tongue was cut for you."

Zhou Liang trembled with fright, and quickly said: "As long as you are injured, disasters and sufferings, no matter what bad things are, she will fight for you."

Tang Si's heart suddenly tightened, as if there was something, and he hit his heart hard.

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