This time, Rowling really wanted Chen Zhao to help with the investigation.
She didn't want to trip him up or play dirty tricks.
Ye Ziqing still couldn't believe Yu Keming's death.
When she saw Yu Keming's photo, all her disdain and hatred for Yu Keming disappeared.
Of course, Chen Zhao saw the photo too. Even he couldn't help but sigh.
This guy really died a horrible death.
Yu Keming's organs were smeared in a forbidden way into a horrifying scene.
Yu Keming still had a smile on his face before he died.
A few days had passed and his body looked a bit swollen.
After a short reunion with Fali helplessly, Chen Zhao was forcefully taken away again.
Of course, compared to Rowling's cold attitude last time, Chen Zhao's attitude was better this time.
Perhaps it was because they'd been trapped in that special space together last time.
So, Rowling felt that she and Chen Zhao were life-and-death friends.
But to Chen Zhao, if Rowling had come out two days later, he probably would've forgotten about her.
But to Chen Zhao, if Rowling had come out two days later, he probably would have forgotten about her.
"I didn't allow you to put your feet on the seat of my car."
"First of all, we're not friends. Second, even if we were, I wouldn't agree."
"Firstly, we're not friends. Secondly, even if we were friends, I wouldn't agree."
Rowling didn't know what was in Chen Zhao's head.
Was it more comfortable to sit cross-legged?
Last time, he sat in the backseat.
This time, he actually sat cross-legged in the front seat.
What's wrong with you?
"I came to find you because I want to go to the crime scene with you and see if I can find any clues."
"Are you kidding? It's just a photo and I almost peed my pants. You want me to go to the crime scene? Do you think I ate too much for lunch? "Chen Zhao raised his voice by three octaves.
To be honest, even if Chen Zhao wasn't afraid of bloody scenes, he still didn't want to go.
Because the crime scene wasn't bloody. It was disgusting.
Rowling didn't care if Chen Zhao agreed to it or not.
Then, Chen Zhao regretted it.
He realized that bloody and disgusting were two different things.
He could already feel it when he looked at the photo.
However, it was still within Chen Zhao's acceptable range.
But after Rowling dragged him to the crime scene.
Chen Zhao felt that he'd overestimated his limits.
He was used to big scenes and thought that he could handle it.
But when he saw Yu Keming and the environment, he vomited.
Really! I don't care who did this.
Chen Zhao only wanted to say that he had lost.
Although the body had been taken away by the police.
But the layout of the scene was still the same.
The stench still lingered in the air.
"Beauty, why did you drag me here? Now that I'm done being disgusted, can I go now? "
"Show some respect."
"Policewoman? The people's police? Or a young lady? What do you want me to call you? "
"I'm not in the mood to joke with you."
"Well, officer comrade, why did you call me here? I don't think there's anything I can help you with. "
"Spend the night here with me."
"Damn, are you kidding me? Did it have to be so exciting right from the start? I'm a man with a family. "
Rowling's face was still dark as she looked at Chen Zhao. "I think this isn't normal. It's like the ghost that hit the wall that day. I told my colleagues, but they didn't believe me."
"Stop joking. Whether or not there are ghosts here, it's not a place for people to live. Look here. If it's not a haunted house, then it's a bathroom. And it hasn't been flushed in decades. You want me to spend the night here? Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"
"What if there's no ghost? We've wasted the night. Where's the ghost? Are we catching the ghost or delivering food? Have you thought it through? "
Rowling looked at him. "I've investigated your recent whereabouts. You left some traces at Dragon Tiger Mountain. You even donated some money to the Taoist Association and became an honorary president. Did you run to Dragon Tiger Mountain to ask for help because of what happened that night? Did you get some ghost drawings from the Taoist? Or did you get a promise from a master that if you crush something when you're in danger, someone will appear to save you? "
"What are you thinking?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "If I can get help from a master just by donating money, I can donate so much that he'll run all over the place."
"Fine, fine. I know you're rich. Anyway, stay here with me tonight."
"Why should I?"
"Then I'll take you back to the station. I won't lock you up for long. Just 24 hours. Do as you see fit."
"I have nothing to do with this."
"I know, but you had a conflict with him, after all. It's reasonable to lock you up for 24 hours. It's like letting the dead rest in peace. I think you won't object, right?"
"I object. Why should I?"
"Objection overruled."
"I really can't stay here for another second. If I do, I'll puke out last night's supper." Chen Zhao's face paled.
"I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"
"It's a matter of smell. It has nothing to do with courage. Do you have a cold? Or maybe you don't have a sense of smell at all. "
Rowling glanced at Chen Zhao. Then she pulled open the corner of her shirt, revealing the gun holster on her waist.
"Fine, fine. You're awesome, okay?"
The entire building was temporarily locked down because of this vicious incident.
There was no one in the entire building except for Chen Zhao and Rowling.
Chen Zhao really couldn't breathe in the room, so he sat in the corridor outside the door.
A while later, Rowling came out too.
Seeing Chen Zhao holding a bowl of instant noodles, she froze.
"Where did you get it?"
"I saw that the neighbor's house wasn't closed, so I closed it for him."
"And then?"
"When I was closing, I saw this bowl of noodles. I think it'll expire in another day."
"And then?"
"I left a hundred dollars."
"Is that why you didn't prepare a bowl for me?"
"Uh …"
Without hesitation, Rowling commandeered the bowl of noodles in Chen Zhao's hands.
Then, Chen Zhao picked up a bowl of noodles filled with sumptuous ingredients.
Chen Zhao ate a few mouthfuls and glanced at Rowling. "I saw that their ingredients are almost spoiled. Also, I'll help them deal with the expired ones."
If she wasn't hungry, Rowling really wanted to flip the bowl of instant noodles.
The instant noodles, which were originally delicious, were now completely tasteless.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao felt some kind of spiritual fluctuation in the wall he was leaning against.
It was like … something had appeared!
Chen Zhao put down his bowl and chopsticks and glanced at Rowling beside him.
Rowling glanced at him in surprise. "What's wrong?"
Chen Zhao thought for a moment and then shook his head. "No, nothing."
Whatever, that thing was too disgusting.
I'll pretend I don't know.
I'll spend the night in this corridor and run far away tomorrow.
I'll run out of Sorcery and never come back.
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