Song Yi had just finished speaking.
At this moment, Zhou Liang came running back, panting: "Captain Tang, I didn't find anything suspicious."
This result seemed to be within Tang Si's expectations.
He nodded lightly: "Keep an eye on Song Yi."
"Xiachuan, come with me to the bedroom to take a look."
Song Yi watched his back as he walked to the bedroom, tall and straight, with an invisible aura that spread around him.
It had a calming effect on the heart.
As she watched, it gradually became somewhat blurry.
In a daze, her head suddenly spun, and she swayed twice, grabbing the nearby door frame to prevent herself from falling.
Zhou Liang was shocked, seeing how weak and delicate Song Yi looked, he was afraid she'd run into some problem.
He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." Song Yi steadied herself.
Just as she was about to speak again, she felt a chill on her back. She suddenly turned to look, but it was empty, nothing there.
Perhaps she was being too sensitive.
Her eyes instinctively lifted a little, hoping to see something, but instead, she saw the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor, with its red light blinking, seemingly staining the night with a scarlet glow.
Suddenly, it was as if she thought of something.
She lightly licked her lips, calculations running through her mind.
"Zhou Liang, your boss seems approachable, does he have a girlfriend?"
Zhou Liang was very guarded, as Song Yi was still a suspect.
Even though Tang Si had just kicked his butt in front of Song Yi, not giving him any face, he still maintained an official attitude in front of Song Yi.
He touched his nose: "That's a private matter, doesn't concern Miss Song, right?"
Hearing this, Song Yi squinted her eyes slightly, the light in them flickering briefly.
She realized that Zhou Liang was still wary of her.
She licked her red lips and smiled: "If I provide an alibi, does that prove I have no suspicion of murder?"
Zhou Liang, hearing this, glanced at her: "First, explain the injury on your hand. Second, provide an alibi."
"Otherwise, you won't get away clean; I'm telling you, you..."
As Song Yi listened to his words, they became more and more muddled, her vision blurred and her consciousness somewhat unclear.
But... she still hadn't gotten the information she needed...
Zhou Liang continued to ramble.
Over there, Tang Si and Ningxia Chuan came out of the bedroom.
Tang Si was holding a pair of pink women's underwear, with a tight jawline, smooth and sexy lines, an introspective face, sharp black eyes, his whole aura calm and collected.
However you looked at it... it didn't match the underwear at all.
And next to him, Ningxia Chuan was holding several pieces of tissue, his face equally serious.
"What the hell?!" Zhou Liang exclaimed in surprise: "Captain Tang, you, this, what..." fetish?
He didn't even have time to utter the last two words before the underwear flew towards his face—
Damn damn damn!!!
Zhou Liang's heart was pounding, he caught it with quick reflexes, preventing the underwear from landing on his face.
He swallowed hard, still shaken: "No way, boss, you—"
Tang Si interrupted: "Take it to the lab for an analysis of the liquid on these underwear."
His tone was gentle, his voice and rhythm both very pleasant to hear.
Like a spring breeze, giving one a lazy comfort.
But... the smell of these underwear, it really didn't bring comfort at all!
Zhou Liang wanted to swear.
Ningxia Chuan cast a cold glance over: "The tissue also has something on it, there are bloodstains, take it all for testing."
"Where... did you find these?"
Ningxia Chuan: "The bed isn't solid. There's a gap at the headboard, and those things might have fallen during a fierce struggle without being noticed."
"These things are likely left by the murderer."
Just as he was about to pass them over, Song Yi suddenly made a move.
Zhou Liang only felt his hand suddenly lighten, and he looked at Song Yi in shock—