Tang Si stared at the slender wrist, as if it could be broken with a gentle twist. After a long while, he withdrew his gaze.
"Xiachuan, take care of her."
After coldly throwing out this remark, he disappeared from her sight.
"Miss Song, do you need help?"
Soon after, Song Yi heard Ningxia Chuan asking this.
Song Yi's smile slightly faded from her lips, and the flattering cheerfulness in her eyes dispersed.
Her tone grew slightly colder: "No, thank you."
"Will I be able to see him again tonight?" she asked.
Ningxia Chuan's face showed no expression. He glanced at Song Yi without answering.
It was obvious he didn't want to answer.
Song Yi watched his departing figure, licked her lips, and didn't mind it.
Not telling her was quite normal.
She withdrew her gaze and twisted her own wrist, which hurt badly. This right wrist was indeed slightly dislocated.
She gritted her teeth and, with her left hand holding her right, forcefully twisted it—
Instantly, there was a "crack" sound from her hand.
Song Yi turned her neck a couple of times and shook her hand.
"Comfortable."
Zhou Liang nearby watched: "…?"
This is definitely not a delicate woman! With the way she handled herself so harshly, definitely not!
This woman had taken the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" to its extreme.
...
In the early morning.
The sky was deep and dark.
In the criminal police team, there was no sound.
Song Yi sat, finding it very difficult to endure. Several times, she wanted to call someone in from outside.
To say she had an alibi and to let her go.
In the end, she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, enduring it. The night was somewhat cold, and Song Yi couldn't sleep.
"Do you think this woman could really be the murderer?"
"They say she's a suspect and quite wealthy."
"She's rather beautiful."
"You call that rather beautiful? Absolutely stunning!"
The police outside were chatting.
At night, they didn't wear their uniforms.
Song Yi raised her eyes and looked at the two of them.
She had heard such discussions countless times since she was young.
She suddenly smiled: "It's better to compliment someone to their face."
Hearing such a clear voice, the two of them: "..."
Couldn't you just pretend you didn't hear even if you did?
"Am I really beautiful?"
"..."
"Is my figure good?"
"..."
"Do all men love beauties?"
"Would your Captain Tang like someone like me? Does he have a girlfriend?"
She abruptly threw out a series of questions.
These were subconscious questions coming out in a rush.
The two policemen quietly shut their mouths and didn't respond.
Seeing they weren't going to answer, Song Yi knew they wouldn't answer her.
She exhaled, her eyelashes lightly trembling. She was very uncomfortable, all over, as if walls were closing in on her from all sides.
The darkness made her feel suffocated.
She kept talking incessantly, trying to seek a thread of evidence that she still existed in this world.
But such evidence seemed increasingly faint, and no one paid her any mind.
...
At this moment, a Porsche pulled up at the criminal police unit.
A man got out of the car, wearing a white shirt with black trousers that wrapped around his legs straightly.
As soon as he closed the car door, a woman wearing a white lab coat approached him.
Her black hair was tied in a low ponytail, her face was clean, and she was holding a report.
"Brother Si." She handed the file to Tang Si and continued, "It was detected on the underwear and tissue."
"There are DNA samples from three people: one is Wu Wang, the second is a woman's, and the third..." She paused, "is Song Yi's."
Upon hearing this, Tang Si squinted, "Song Yi's?"
His tone obviously grew several degrees colder, "The sperm on the underwear, belongs to Song Yi?"
The woman was taken aback, never having seen him like this.
He seemed quite surprised, almost incredulous.
She shook her head, "No, the bloodstains on the tissue are Song Yi's."
Tang Si asked, "Has this report been submitted up?"
"Yes, my mentor submitted it to Director Cheng first. I was waiting for you to come back, wanting you to see it first; I called, but you didn't pick up."
After saying this, seeing Tang Si had no intention of replying to her, she paused, mulling over another question.
"Song Yi… do you know her? You seem quite concerned about her?"