Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 12 did not show a face.
The last day of August.

It will be September in half an hour.

Su Miaoyi updated her novel and used a leave slip.

He used a leave slip to explain why he missed updating his blog that day when he spent it at the police station.

And he swore an oath.

There will definitely be no break in updates in September.

Work done.

Su Miaoyi opened her phone and scrolled through short videos for a while.

Then she looked around her room.

Then, in the early hours of the morning, she suddenly started tidying up the room.

It's a place of about 50 square meters, with one bedroom and one living room.

She didn't have many things.

After quickly tidying everything up, she wiped every part of it.

The floor was mopped as well.

I changed the sheets and duvet cover and threw them into the washing machine.

He then threw all his clothes on the bed.

As a result, she folded a few pieces of clothing and then fell asleep inside them.

The power went out in the building in the middle of the night.

Although the power came back on quickly, the air conditioner was turned off and wouldn't be turned on again.

Su Miaoyi slept among a pile of clothes again, and soon she was covered in sweat.

She was awakened by the heat.

The moment she opened her eyes and saw the light, the scene before her suddenly changed.

The room was dark and cramped, with only a little light coming in through the window.

She lay in bed, her gaze sweeping across the window.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

A great force gripped her ankle, pulling her down slightly.

She suddenly screamed and began to struggle.

"Get out! Get out! Help! Help! Get out!"

In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only hear his heavy breathing: "Shut up! Don't shout! Don't shout!"

She was still struggling haphazardly.

Her hands, which were pushing against her, were grabbed and pressed onto the bed, and she kicked her legs hard.

She didn't know where she kicked the man, but he suddenly shouted and let go of her.

She immediately shrank into a corner, and two seconds later, she got up and ran outside.

But just as she touched the doorknob, the man suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

She fell to the ground and hit the back of her head against the wall.

She heard a muffled thud, followed by a wave of dizziness.

The man came over and slapped her across the face again.

Her body slumped to the ground, and she immediately lost consciousness.
The scene before my eyes changed.

Vast expanses of light replaced darkness.

Su Miaoyi suddenly stood up and stood by the bed.

She was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks and the side of her neck.

She took two steps back, grabbed the cabinet next to her, and after a while, she found her pajamas among a pile of clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom.

It was already daylight outside.

After taking a shower, Su Miaoyi sat down in front of the computer without even drying her hair.

She took a notebook and pen from the bookshelf and looked down at her two wrists, which she had rubbed raw.

What I saw this time was really limited.

The room was too dark.

It only involves one window.

But the light was too weak.

Through those windows, the sky outside seemed dim.

It was like the sky before sunrise.

The windows have bars on top, and the windows are very tall and small, unlike a building.

I couldn't see the man's face clearly at all, nor could I see what clothes he was wearing.

Only the room layout.

She probably saw it.

Su Miaoyi drew a rough sketch in her notebook.

After confirming that she hadn't forgotten anything she'd seen, she tore her drawing out of the notebook, changed her clothes, and hurriedly left.

I took a taxi to the Municipal Bureau.

She got out of the car and walked inside.

"Hey! Su Miaoyi!" Zhuang Yanzheng called out to her.

Su Miaoyi turned around and saw Zhuang Yanzheng's car parked at the door.

She went over immediately.

"You're here for work?" Zhuang Yanzheng said, handing her bags of steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, pancakes, and other snacks one by one. Su Miaoyi stood outside the car and accepted them one by one.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"What did you see this time?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"I'm here for work," Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng chuckled: "Go in, I just happen to need someone to help me carry my food."

Su Miaoyi: "."

“Take two steps back, I’m going to park the car,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi took two steps back: "Then hurry up."

"Okay." Zhuang Yanzheng drove away.

Su Miaoyi carried breakfast into the Municipal Bureau.

She stood outside the office area and only knew Qi Feng.

"What's this?" Qi Feng walked towards her.

"Let's share breakfast," Zhuang Yanzheng's voice sounded behind her. "Eat quickly, we have something to do later."

Qi Feng took the breakfast from Su Miaoyi and left a portion for Zhuang Yanzheng: "Thank you, Captain Zhuang."

Su Miaoyi looked at Zhuang Yanzheng.

"Go to my office."

Su Miaoyi followed Zhuang Yanzheng to the office.

Zhuang Yanzheng sat down.

Su Miaoyi sat in the chair opposite him.

Zhuang Yanzheng put the breakfast aside, the case was more important: "What did you see?"

"I saw a girl being bullied in a room," Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked up at her.

Su Miaoyi told him everything she had seen, and then took out a drawing she had made: "This is the layout of the room."

Zhuang Yanzheng took it and looked at it.

Hey!
I can't understand anything.

"What is this?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“The window,” Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned as he looked closely and examined the window: "A window shaped like instant noodles?"

“These are railings,” Su Miaoyi said. “There are guardrails outside the windows.”

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

“The room is very small, the furniture and wall decorations are quite old, and the windows are high and small,” Su Miaoyi said. “It doesn’t look like an apartment building.”

Zhuang Yanzheng stared at what she had drawn, looking troubled.

It's not that I can't understand what she draws. Even if her paintings perfectly recreate the room.

But this is just one room.

There is no specific location.

Even if it can be determined that it is not a building.

But in Jinghai alone, there are countless old buildings in the surrounding area and the city center.

It's not even certain whether it's in Jinghai.

This is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

We don't even know which sea this needle fell into.

"I didn't see the man's face at all?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Su Miaoyi shook her head.

My hair had already dried naturally on the way here.

She shook her head slightly, and her stray hairs came right in front of her.

She raised her hand and shoved it aside.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at her as she moved and asked, "What happened to your wrist?"

Su Miaoyi glanced at her wrist.

She was wearing a sun-protective shirt, which was originally covering her wrists, but they were exposed when she raised her hand.

She pulled her clothes down a little: "It's okay."

While taking a shower, I kept replaying those scenes in my mind.

Su Miaoyi accidentally used too much force and scraped her wrists and ankles.

Zhuang Yanzheng noticed a fleeting look of disgust in her otherwise indifferent expression.

Based on her description of what she saw, he could guess a thing or two, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Let the portrait artist recreate what you saw first," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

This drawing she made is really not very good.

He stood up after speaking, but found that Su Miaoyi did not respond.

"Su Miaoyi?" Zhuang Yanzheng called out to her.

Su Miaoyi stared blankly ahead, her eyes unblinking, devoid of any expression.

Zhuang Yanzheng narrowed her eyes; she saw this state again.
Goodnight everyone.

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(End of this chapter)