Ye Zhao replied blankly, "It's just the driver, I don't know him."

Nie Renyan: "..."

☆、Chapter12

Nie Renyan's integrity is a very miraculous existence. When facing Ye Zhao at home, he always has no lower limit, and he feeds the dog with integrity. But once he went out, when there were people from all walks of life around him, his integrity became firm again. Of course, it was mainly because of his shame that he would also lose face to Ye Zhao who was with him, and to shame Ye Zhao would mean that his sexual blessings for the rest of his life would be gone!

Therefore, in most cases, Nie Renyan used to put his pockets in his face and dressed like a bird, and his dressing taste was always good. He often appeared to have broad shoulders and long legs, tall and sturdy, and he would definitely fool passers-by. .

Therefore, in such a public situation, Xia Zhiming and Ye Zhao jointly ran on him, and he just twitched the corners of his mouth and continued to pretend to be a taciturn good man.

However, Xia Zhiming is obviously not the kind of person who comes to find Nie Renyan when he is too busy. He is wearing plain clothes, with a black satchel casually draped over his shoulders. He looks a little ruffian when he is standing. He raised his chin towards Ye Zhao: " Let's eat first, I invite you, I haven't had a good meal for two days, I'm starving to death."

Ye Zhao disagreed: "The air is not clean these two days, and I eat less food outside. Let's go home and eat, it's pretty quick to make." He took the lead and walked towards the parking lot.

Xia Zhiming pulled the satchel bag and followed, and asked casually, "Who did it?"

Ye Zhao pointed to Nie Renyan who was side by side with him: "The driver."

Nie Renyan: "..." It was a mistake for Lao Tzu to follow him!

Xia Zhiming nodded with satisfaction. Good cooking skills and agile cooking were the only advantages he admitted to Nie Renyan. If Ye Zhao was cooking, he probably would have fainted from hunger before serving. His face looked haggard, and it was estimated that not only did he not eat well, but he didn't even sleep much. A layer of cyan stubble appeared on his chin, and there were two pimples on his cheeks.

Nie Renyan, who had been run all the way, finally regained his tongue-in-cheek nature after getting in the car. He glanced at the pimples on Xia Zhiming's face in the rearview mirror, and while starting the car, he said, "Yo! This is because of desire and dissatisfaction!"

Xia Zhiming closed the rear door and replied casually, "Thank you for your concern, I won't hold back for as long as you."

Nie Renyan: "..."

Ye Zhao: "..." Suddenly there was a subtle feeling of being shot while lying down.

In order to prevent these two people from arguing and dragging the topic into weird places, Ye Zhao coughed, fastened his seat belt, and asked Xia Zhiming, "Are you going to the police station today?"

Xia Zhiming waved his hand: "I'll go tomorrow, I see some people's brains hurting now."

Nie Renyan turned the steering wheel and turned out of the parking lot: "Tsk, who is so kind to make your brain hurt?"

"Those people who are full of bean curd, talk to you about everything... Actually, I see your brain hurts too."

Xia Zhiming took out a thick envelope from his bag, dragged his tone, and was a little careless, but he seemed to have a hint of resentment.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhao asked sideways, "The case is not going well or what?"

Nie Renyan also heard that something was wrong, and for the first time he didn't answer his words.

"The case didn't go well." Xia Zhiming sighed, took out a stack of photos from the back envelope, and snapped it twice in his hand, "This time it's more tricky, it looks like the scene where there is no trace of it before. There are a few more footprints, but all of them belong to the victim. I originally hoped to get some clues about the murderer, but this is not only clueless, but also looks even more evil!"

Ye Zhao nodded in understanding: "Do you still want to go to the scene? I saw that the cordon over there has been withdrawn upstairs. Maybe even if there are any missing clues, they have been destroyed by the fog."

"Well, I went. If I can't find any clues, I can just go around. My mind is full of chaos now."

It was Xia Zhiming's usual habit to go to the scene without any clue. This hobby originated in his middle school. At that time, he was good at everything else, except that he was afraid of geometric problems in mathematics. In his own words, he was born with no interest in plane graphics. The regular questions are fine. If you do a lot of drawing and drawing, there will be a few auxiliary lines, but if you encounter some questions that don't follow common sense, you will be stupid. At that time, a 50-year-old man taught them mathematics. He was kind and cheerful all day long. He said to Xia Zhiming: If you can't think of it, don't be in a hurry. Just draw the original picture several times on the manuscript paper. now. Don't say it, it's really useful. So this habit has been retained until later work. Once he encounters a difficult case, he likes to go to the scene to play dàng, or take a copy of the photo and put it in his pocket, and turn it over like playing cards.

Ye Zhao said: "Well, I'll accompany you. By the way, this time J Province will transfer you?"

Xia Zhiming shook his head: "I still have two boys, but they haven't slept for two days. I asked them to go back to sleep in the morning and come later. The hotel has been booked, and they will go directly when the time comes. A few plus a few from the neighboring S province were temporarily seconded. But just yesterday, the notice was issued, and people from all provinces and departments across the country are out, and they will probably arrive tomorrow. "