On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Chapter 144 Suspicious Person!
[Chen Mo]: Uncle Dao, on that rainy night last Friday, did you see any suspicious people in the neighborhood? Anyone who seemed strange to you, especially around the time the girl who lives in my house now came to knock on my door, were there any strange people around?

At this moment, the retired mercenary nicknamed Blade, who was hiding near Chen Mo's residence, looked at the information sent to his phone. He was puzzled for a moment, and then quickly began to recall the events of last Friday.

Last Friday night...

Soon, a series of images flashed through Blade's mind.

Suddenly, he locked onto a figure.

[Uncle Dao]: There was a man who stood under the eaves of a house near me for quite a while.

[Uncle Dao]: The rain was so heavy at the time that I just assumed he was taking shelter from the rain temporarily, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

[Chen Mo]: So why do you suddenly find him suspicious now?

[Uncle Dao]: Because it was too fast.

[Chen Mo]: Too fast?
[Uncle Dao]: Yeah, he left too quickly.

[Uncle Dao]: If a normal person chooses to take shelter from the rain, they will at least wait a while to see if the rain will subside a little before leaving, but he only takes shelter for a very short time.

[Chen Mo]: How short is it?
Chen Mo himself is a criminal police officer. As long as he has enough information, he can judge for himself whether the person is a suspect.

[Uncle Dao]: It was about a few minutes after that girl entered your house that he stopped seeking shelter from the rain and left directly.

After reading Uncle Dao's message, Chen Mo immediately made up his mind.

This person does seem very suspicious.

[Chen Mo]: Did you take a picture of that person?

Chen Mo considered the nature of Blade's work, and it was possible that he might carry recording equipment with him.

It would be great if we could see who it was.

Basically, everyone Su Yuqing knows, Chen Mo knows too.

As long as he sees a person, he can recall information about that person.

[Uncle Dao]: No, but the house where he took shelter from the rain has surveillance cameras, so maybe they caught it.

Upon seeing this news, Chen Mo's eyes immediately lit up.

My brain, which had been feeling groggy due to illness, was instantly cleared up.

[Chen Mo]: Which family is it? Could you please send me the house number? I'll find a chance to check it out another day.

[Uncle Dao]: How can you, a child, investigate? If you need help, I can help you check, without making a sound.

It's obvious that the other party is more professional than you in this kind of behind-the-scenes work.

Chen Mo thought about it and felt that it might be better to leave this matter to Dao Feng. In addition, he had been sick for the past two days and could not move around freely, so he could rest assured to leave the matter to Dao Feng.

[Chen Mo]: Then I'll trouble you.

[Uncle Dao]: Not at all. Your parents have been kind to me, and helping you is how I repay them. There's no trouble at all.

Although I have confirmed the specific information with Blade.

However, Chen Mo still felt a little uneasy.

Because the surveillance cameras installed in several nearby homes are all of the same type, and they all use cloud archiving.

Chen Mo's family uses cloud archives that only save data for seven days.

Once more than seven days have passed, it's impossible to go back and watch. From last Friday to today, Sunday, seven days have clearly gone by.

I don't know if that family is using a seven-day cloud save, a memory card, or a thirty-day or even year-round cloud save service.

Chen Mo prayed that they used the latter two.

Otherwise, the clue he had finally managed to find would be lost again.

A gentle breeze blew into the room from outside, bringing a touch of coolness and making the air feel fresher.

Chen Mo, wrapped in a blanket, sat against the headboard, wondering which death row inmate had a connection with Su Yuqing.

This sudden prompting him to recall this matter left Chen Mo somewhat bewildered.

Moreover, Chen Mo himself hadn't figured out whether his sudden return was a dream or a real trip.

At that moment, he himself was bewildered.

As Chen Mo felt the cold wind blowing outside the window and tried to calm his feverish mind, Su Yuqing came in with a tray.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Su Yuqing gently placed the plate on the bedside table, and the rising steam carrying the sweet aroma of rice wafted into Chen Mo's nostrils.

The celadon bowl holds a thick and smooth pumpkin and millet porridge. The golden pumpkin puree and milky white rice grains blend together to form a silky texture. A few goji berries are sprinkled on top like rouge. A small dish of emerald green cold lettuce shreds is also served on the side.

After placing the small table for the laptop back on Chen Mo's quilt, Su Yuqing moved the plate to Chen Mo's front.

"I added some lily bulbs and yam, which are good for the lungs." She scooped up a spoonful and gently scraped it along the rim of the bowl, blowing on it to cool it slightly before saying, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Just as Chen Mo was about to reach for the spoon, Su Yuqing had already placed the porcelain spoon against his lips.

Chen Mo smiled helplessly and took a sip from her hand. The rice porridge, which had cooled down a bit, had a smooth texture. When he swallowed it, a sweet taste slid down his burning throat. The warm touch was like a soft cloud, soothing his throat, which had been sore from swallowing just a sip of saliva.

"It tastes good." Chen Mo felt the stinging sensation in his throat had eased considerably, and he couldn't resist wanting another spoonful. After all, the discomfort in his throat couldn't be easily soothed, and the spoonful of porridge he was currently using only temporarily relieved the itch.

Like a child who has been praised, Su Yuqing couldn't help but smile and scooped up another spoonful of porridge.

This time, she didn't rush to feed him, but gently pressed the porridge with the bottom of the spoon to make the temperature more suitable.

"Have another bite of yam." She scooped up a translucent slice of yam, deliberately scraping the edge of the bowl a couple more times with the porcelain spoon. "It's cooked until very soft and tender, it melts in your mouth."

Before she could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly swept in through the window, lifting her loose hair.

As Chen Mo turned his head to dodge, a faint fragrance swept past his nose, easing the throbbing in his temples.

Su Yuqing hurriedly pressed down her wildly flying hair, looked at the increasingly strong wind, and asked out the window, "Should we close the window?"

"Don't close it." Chen Mo suddenly pulled Su Yuqing, who was about to get up to close the window, "It's just right, very cool, and the air in the room is much better."

Su Yuqing felt as if the skin touched by Chen Mo's palm was immersed in warm water, the heat spreading from her wrist bone all the way to her heart.

Seemingly reluctant to let go of Su Yuqing's cool arm, Chen Mo didn't let go for a moment.

"You're holding me back from doing anything," Su Yuqing said reproachfully.

Only then did Chen Mo come to his senses and let go of her hand.

As cold winds continued to blow into the room, a thin film of fat quickly formed on the surface of the rice porridge.

Su Yuqing scooped up a spoonful of the slightly cooled porridge, but paused when she brought it to his lips: "The wind is too strong; it seems to have cooled the surface. Let me heat it up."

"That's it." Chen Mo took the porcelain spoon into his mouth with her hand, his tongue swirling up all the food on the spoon, and said with a satisfied smile, "I'm feeling very hot right now, so I like to eat something cold."

(End of this chapter)