He stopped, turned around and glanced at the interrogation room.
"Don't let her see you. Maybe she'll feel better."
"…" Does Tang Si mean I'm astonishingly ugly?
"Boss, that's a personal attack."
Tang Si licked his lips, smiled lightly, and lazily put his hands in his trouser pockets. "This girl is a bit special. I guess she suffered psychological trauma when she was little."
He tilted his head slightly with a lazy smile on his face. "Don't show up in front of her. She's now an important suspect. If anything happens to her, I won't forgive you."
He seemed to be joking but was also warning him.
He had always been like this, giving orders in a relaxed tone without seeming aggressive.
It gave others the feeling that he was easy to get along with, but when you got to know him for longer, you would sense his alienation and coldness. No one could really enter his world.
After that, he squinted at Zhou Liang. "But you're quite self-aware."
Zhou Liang: "???"
"You know you're ugly."
He had gone too far.
Damn! This sharp-tongued a*shole!
…
Late at night, the sky was as dark as splashed ink, but the Criminal Police Brigade was still brightly lit.
From afar, the solemn building seemed to be covered by a layer of dark gauze.
"Is there hot water?"
"Officer, can I have an ununiformed officer bring me some hot water? Thank you."
"I'm a little cold. Do you have a blanket?"
The woman sitting in the chair had fair skin and rosy cheeks that seemed to be painted with rouge. She wasn't shy but was fighting with her inner fears.
She didn't look well. Alone in this dim light, she looked even fragile.
She seemed to be bound by something in her heart, and a deep fear violently invaded her heart, mind, and even her whole body. There seemed to be a bomb buried deep inside her which could explode at any time.
She kept calling people and talking, but no one found anything wrong with her.
They only frowned, thinking that this woman was pretentious and troublesome.
Tang Si had told them to try to meet her demands.
They didn't know why but could only obey.
In the office, the members of the Criminal Police Brigade came and went, busy with their matters. Tang Si looked up from a pile of documents and stared at the people going back and forth.
After a while:
He suddenly stood up, walked out, and asked a person he met in the way, "What are you busy with?"
The man replied, "Song Yi. One minute, she wants this while the next, she wants that."
He couldn't help but complain, "I've never seen a woman as troublesome as her."
She was a real pain in the neck.
Was she a suspect or a queen?
Tang Si pursed his lips lightly, thinking for a while.
Then he patted this man on the shoulder. "She has a special condition and can get hurt easily. I know it's hard for you."
His gaze fell on the blanket in the man's hand. "Give it to me. Get some rest."
"Boss, how could I…"
Tang Si snorted, looked him up and down, and said in a lazy tone. "Why can't you? Is there gold hidden in the blanket?"
"No, no, thank you, Boss."
Song Yi felt terrible and both her hands and feet were cold.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Song Yi bit her lips and looked towards the door.
Tang Si paused. Her gaze seemed to hit him in the heart.
What kind of look was this?
Expectant and pitiful yet forbearing and calm.
She was uncomfortable indeed, but she didn't want others to see her like this. She was a person who always pursued perfection, so she tried to compose herself.