V5.Chapter 14

Fu Jinheng waited outside for more than a minute, but he didn't see song Jinan get out of the car. He went to the front of the car, opened the door of the co driver's cab, looked at her with a cold face and asked, "what's the matter?"

"No..." Song Viola gently tugged her lips and came down from the car. Looking at the cotton slippers she was wearing, she thought about it and said, "let's change a restaurant!"

"Well? Why? Don't you like it? "

"It's not..." Song didn't know how to explain it. She just looked at the restaurant in front of her and felt a little unnatural.

She doesn't think she can't go to this kind of restaurant, and she's not easy to care about other people's eyes. She just doesn't think what she's wearing is suitable for this kind of restaurant, especially when she is wearing a pair of cotton slippers to enter this high-end restaurant.

But before her words were finished, Fu Jinheng suddenly reached out and took her by the wrist and led her to the inside. His deep and pleasant sexy voice came from his ear: "since it's not, go in! I've been to this restaurant several times. It's really delicious. You'll like it. "

"Ah..." Song Jin'an's cold eyes expanded a little bit. She glared at Junying walking in front of her and threw off his hand. But she didn't shake off his hand. Instead, he held it even harder: "you let go, or I'll let you go in my own way."

When Fu Jinheng heard this, he turned his head to look at it. He suddenly recalled that she had fallen over her shoulder when she met her for the first time. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Junmei gently stirred her eyes. He glanced at her hand in the palm of his hand. The corner of his mouth raised slightly and slowly let go of her hand.

After the hand was released, song took back her hand immediately, glanced at him faintly and then looked away.

"Fu Shao, are you here alone? A waiter saw a familiar face and said hello with a smile.

Fu Jinheng nodded, then took back his hand hanging in the air and fell into his trouser pocket: "two people, the old place, bring up the menu."

"All right."

"Let's go!" Fu Jinheng looks at Song Jingan with a smile on his face.

Song Jingan was dumb and followed him to the innermost compartment of the restaurant, where there was a double seat. When they were seated, the waiter brought up the menu. Fu Jinheng pushed the menu in front of her and said with a smile, "officer song, just order what you like."

Song looked at the cover of the menu, hesitated for a few seconds, decisively opened the menu, ordered a dish that was not wrong, and pushed the menu to Fu Jinheng's side: "I ordered it."

"Just one dish?" Fu Jinheng looked at her in surprise.

"That's enough. If you can't finish it, you can order the rest yourself."

Seeing this, Fu Jinheng just laughed and didn't say much. After opening the menu and ordering two more dishes and desserts, the waiter took the menu away.

"What other hobbies does officer song usually have? During the holidays. "

"Boxing house."

"Speaking of the boxing hall, it seems that we haven't finished the last match. I don't know when we can have a new match with officer song." Fu Jinheng leaned back leisurely in his chair and looked straight at Song Jingan with deep meaning.

Song Jingan's water drinking action was slightly stunned, and she raised her eyelids and looked at him: "before the end of this case, it's hard to be fake."

"Officer song is sick today, so he asked for leave."

"Yes." Song pansy thought about the meeting and nodded back.

He transferred Tao Qixun today, and the case has made new progress. There are two veterans, Zhang Mingcheng and Cao Wei. In fact, she is quite relieved. Moreover, Yang detachment knows about her illness, and requires her to go to work after she has a good cold, otherwise she will be punished.

Naturally, she knew the good intentions of Yang detachment. Sometimes she worked too hard and never took her body seriously. She worked with illness several times. The most serious one was in the process of fighting with the suspect. She suddenly fainted and almost had a big accident. Later, Yang detachment did not allow her to work with illness.

"Do you want to go in the afternoon?"

"Afternoon?"

Fu Jinheng nodded: "well, boxing and sweating are also good for your cold, how about it?"

Song Jingan thought about it, then nodded: "OK, no problem, but I will go back to change clothes and shoes after dinner."

"Yes."

When the dishes were ready, Fu Jinheng put a piece of fish in her bowl. Song Jingan was stunned and welcomed his smiling eyes: "taste it."

"I don't eat fish."

"Well?" Fu Jin Heng was stunned and his pupils dilated. He was a little surprised: "don't you eat fish?"

"Allergic to fish."

"Why didn't you say that just when I ordered?" Fu Jinheng put down his chopsticks, and his face became serious immediately.

"It's OK. I don't want to eat." Song Jingan put the piece of fish on the plate: "but thank you for your kindness."

Fu Jinheng looked at the fish with a tight brow. His face became gloomy gradually. He raised his hand to call the waiter and motioned with his eyes: "take the fish down."

"Er... Fu Shao, is this fish bad? As long as you say, I'll let the kitchen correct it. " Faced with returning dishes, the waiters naturally feel that it is a big problem, and Fu Jinheng is a frequent guest of this restaurant, and they dare not offend him.

"No, she is allergic to fish. Take it down! Come up with something else. " Fu Jin Heng light but of open mouth say, Mou light displeased of sweep to Song Jin An.

"That's the way it is. I'll take it down now. What do you want to change?"

"Signature dish."

"Yes, please wait for a moment."

After the waiter left, song Jingan pursed her lips and said, "don't be so troublesome."

"Next time you have something you can't eat or don't like, just say it." Fu Jin Heng twisted his brows and warned in a deep voice.

Looking at his eyebrows, there was no smile on her face and under her eyes. Song Jingan didn't say anything more. She didn't speak much and didn't like to talk with anyone about her preferences. It wasn't hypocritical. She just didn't think it was necessary.

The atmosphere of the two people's dinner suddenly cooled down, and neither of them spoke any more. It was only after the waiter brought up their restaurant's signature dish that Fu Jinheng made some moves. He picked up his chopsticks again and put a piece of meat into her bowl without saying a word.

Song took a look at him and also picked up chopsticks to taste it. It was really good.

However, Fu Jinheng is so fastidious and strict in food and clothing, so the restaurant he chooses is not bad.

After dinner, Fu Jinheng bought the order. They left the restaurant together and drove back to the zijingyuan community. When they went in, they saw Jin Yishuo helping his mother to come back from the outside with a bag from a nearby supermarket in his hand. Obviously, they were accompanying his mother to the supermarket.

"I can see that Jin Yishuo is quite filial." Fu Jin Heng stopped his car on the opposite road, raised his hand to touch his chin, and rubbed it carefully. A gloomy sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking.

Song Jingan stares at Jin Yishuo, who is talking and laughing with an old woman as she walks to the community. She squints: "that man is not her biological mother. According to our investigation, he was abandoned by his parents since childhood. Before he was 13 years old, he lived in an orphanage. Later, he was adopted by his current mother, whose name is Jin Meilan, and married, But Jin Yishuo, a 19-year-old who divorced because he was infertile, went to study abroad and settled in the Bauhinia Garden with his mother more than two months ago. "

Fu Jinheng listened and looked at Song Jingan: "as you say, it's hard to imagine that he would be a serial killer."

"You can't judge by appearances." Song Jingan gently tugged her lips: "we also talked about him with his mother while he was away. According to Jin Meilan, Jin Yishuo was a child with excellent moral character from childhood. He was very serious in study, very considerate and meticulous. He was a perfect person, but the only thing that bothered Jin Meilan was that he was so old, But they don't fall in love, and they don't get in touch with girls, and they even resist getting along with girls. "

"A homicide case happened not long after he returned home. If you want to say that this case has nothing to do with him, no one will believe it!" Fu Jinheng chuckled and suddenly thought of the homicide case that happened the day before yesterday: "did you investigate the homicide case in Anxin community?"

"At the time of the crime, Jin Yishuo happened to be at home, and our people had been guarding near the Bauhinia Garden, and we didn't see him go out. We also went to the surveillance camera in the corridor, and he didn't go out that night. Although he had perfect alibi in that case, we can't rule out that he was the murderer in the first four cases."

"Oh, where does that come from?"

"It's very simple. From the autopsy report, the knife used to kill the victim is not the same knife. According to the previous four cases, each wound comes from the same knife. Moreover, we have targeted one of her boyfriends, but now we lack the same key evidence to identify him."

Fu Jinheng narrowed his eyes and understood the mystery of the case from her words: "you mean... The murder case that appeared a few days ago was not done by Jin Yishuo, but someone was imitating Jin Yishuo's killing method to divert your police's attention?"

Song Jingan was also surprised at his words, but soon stopped the surprise. She thought that she had seen Fu Jinheng's keen and careful mind last time. It was not surprising that he could hear the meaning of her words from her words.

"Well, however, this case just gave Jin Yishuo a perfect cover, so during this period, Jin Yishuo did not move, as if he was waiting for something."

Looking at the gate of the opposite community again, Jin Yishuo and his mother, Jin Meilan, had already gone in and disappeared into their view. Fu Jinheng thought deeply for a while and did not answer any more. After all, he was not a policeman. Although he could put forward some constructive suggestions to song Jingan, it was better to participate less in this case.

"Let's go up first." After a while, Fu Jin Heng monopolized his thoughts, looked at Song Jin'an and restarted the car.

"Well." Song Jin'an and he looked at each other, light should voice, leaning back in the chair, mind in the beginning of the case and the process of re thinking.

After entering the parking lot, song got out of the car first, and when he stopped the car, he entered the elevator together. In the closed elevator, only the two of them were so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

Seeing that she was about to arrive at the floor where Fu Jinheng lived, song Jingan slowly looked up, hesitated a little, and said coldly, "today... Thank you very much."

"Well?" Fu Jinheng couldn't respond to her sudden thanks. He looked at her in surprise and then chuckled: "thank you? What does officer song mean? Send you to the hospital to take care of you sick or treat you to lunch? "

Song Jin'an was stunned and clenched her lips. Just as the elevator reached the floor, it stopped with a "Ding" sound, and the elevator door slowly pulled away from both sides. Song Jin'an's steps stopped slightly, looked up at him, and then walked out of the elevator with a cold voice: "all of them."

Looking at the beautiful shadow that she turned and disappeared in the field of vision, Fu Jinheng's mouth radian became more and more obvious. He picked his eyebrows, stepped out of the elevator, followed her steps, and walked to his own door: "officer song is too polite to say that. It's a big deal. Later, officer song can take care of me or invite me to dinner."

On hearing this, song Xian'an unconsciously raised her head and raised her eyebrows: "take care of her?"

"Well, next time I get sick and have a cold, I will tell officer song."

“……”

"Go in!" Fu Jinheng looked at her dumb and speechless, and his eyes were even more smiling. He entered the password, opened the door, and motioned her to go ahead.

With a cold face, song Jingan walks into Fu qihan's room. She looks at her mobile phone and finds that there is no information and she has not answered the phone. She takes a suit of clothes out of the room. When she sees Fu Jin Hengzheng standing in the living room and looking at the door of the room, she wriggles her lower lip and says in a light voice, "I'll take a bath first."

"Well." Fu Jinheng nodded with a smile, turned and sat down on the sofa in the living room. When she was about to enter the bathroom, she did not forget to ask: "use a little hot water, your fever has just subsided. Don't catch cold any more."

Song Jin'an listened to his words, but she didn't say anything. She twisted the doorknob of the bathroom and went in.

While waiting in the living room, Fu Jinheng sent a wechat to Qiao Shiwei, asking her how things over there are being solved. Soon Qiao Shiwei also replied that it has been solved, but he encountered a big problem. Before Fu Jinheng asked, Qiao Shiwei sent a photo.

Fu Jinheng opened the photo and looked at it carefully. In the photo, there was a little girl with two small braids. She looked like she was four or five years old, with a violin in her hand. It seemed that the violin was bigger than her.

At first glance, Fu Jin Heng felt familiar. He closed his eyes and tried to think about it. Suddenly, he thought of something. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, pointed back the photo and said, "isn't this the little girl who met your ex boyfriend when we went to the mall to pick a gift for your mother last time?"

Three or four seconds later, Qiao Shiwei said, "yes, I have a good memory.".

"Why is she there?"

"When I came back to see her, I was also surprised. I asked the other two teachers to find out that when I went out in the morning, Cheng beihuai and her daughter came to sign up and said that Xinghe liked violin very much."

"Ah! I see. Congratulations on your ex boyfriend's daughter. "

After reading Fu Jinheng's words, Qiao Shiwei sent a string of ellipsis, and a big white eyed expression bag, which was accompanied by a sentence: "is your need for schadenfreude so obvious?"

Fu chin Heng laughed, picked his eyebrows, touched his chin, and typed, "this little girl is very cute. You are so good at teaching. The next violinist is in your hands." he added a picture of "come on.".

Qiao Shiwei looked at his words, which were full of ridicule and profound meaning. He was dumb, tried to restrain the impulse to pull him black, and directly withdrew from the chat dialog box with him.

Seeing that Qiao Shiwei didn't reply, Fu Jinheng knew that he might have been angry with her, and quietly put down her mobile phone. Just as song Jingan came out of the bathroom, she looked sideways and found that her whole state seemed not very good, so she looked up and said, "come and drink the medicine first!"

Song Jingan wiped her hair with a towel in her hand. She noticed a medicine bag he put on the table and a glass of warm water, just like when she came back to take a bath last night.

Song held the towel in her hand, raised her hand and gently shaved her nose. She walked over and said "thank you" indifferently. Then she took all the medicines and warm water and drank them.

"If you don't feel comfortable, you won't go to the martial arts school. Next time you have time, there will be many opportunities." Said, Fu Jinheng involuntarily stretched out his hand to explore her forehead, and found that her forehead began to burn again: "it started to burn again, the boxing house will not go there, you go to blow dry your hair, and then sleep again."

His cool hand was caressing his forehead. Song's body suddenly passed an electric current. She was stunned and didn't refute his words. She just came out to ask about the hair dryer, so she slowly got up and asked, "where's your hair dryer?"

"Here, I'll find it for you." Fu chin Heng raised his eyebrows and went to the bathroom.

Song Jin'an stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at him bending over in the cabinet under the table, and even turned over two cabinets without finding the hair dryer. She couldn't help but ask: "do you... Don't know where the hair dryer is?"

"I haven't used it for a long time. I forgot where to put it." Fu Jinheng rummaged and answered her question. At last, when he turned the fourth cabinet door, he found it. He took out the black hair dryer, straightened up and said with a smile, "I found it."

Song Jingan goes in, puts her towel on the shelf, reaches for the hairdryer, inserts it on the plug-in board at the door, and turns to the huge mirror. As soon as she turns on the hairdryer, a long arm suddenly reaches out and grabs it.