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Ruan Tinghe appeared in a flash, slipped, lost her balance, and crashed into a wall of scalding flesh!

"who!"

The man who was washing his hair with his eyes closed was about to open them.

Ruan Tinghe was so frightened that her heart stopped, and she quickly hid back in her spatial dimension.

Ruan Tinghe couldn't believe what she had just done!

She actually! She threw herself into Shen Yan's arms while completely naked!

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and immediately teleported back to her spatial dimension after discovering someone in the bathroom.

"I wonder if Shen Yan saw it..." Ruan Tinghe covered her burning face. The scene in the bathroom was like an imprint on her mind, repeating itself over and over, becoming clearer and clearer.

It was so clear that she could even recall every muscle, every inch of skin on the man's body, and even...

Ruan Tinghe couldn't help but swallow, feeling a burning sensation all over her body.

Shen Yan has such a great figure!

She seems to have accidentally pressed on his pectoral muscle...

Why don't we take another bath?

Ruan Tinghe submerged herself in the bath...

Outside, inside the bathroom.

Shen Yan's outstretched hand grasped nothing.

He rinsed the foam off his head and opened his still stinging eyes.

He accidentally got soap suds in his eyes while washing his hair, which is why he closed his eyes.

In that instant, he felt something soft bump into his arms.

He quickly reached out to grab it, but caught nothing.

"Could it be a hallucination?"

He placed his palm on his chest and felt it carefully.

Yes, he was quite certain that a hand had just been there.

It's very soft and warm.

There can't be ghosts.

That's a person!

Shen Yanjun's expression turned cold and slightly somber as his sharp eyes scanned everything in the bathroom.

A bag of clothes was hanging on the wall.

He opened it to check; it was a set of women's clothes, with a faint smell of laundry detergent, washed clean and unworn.

But there was no one else in the bathroom!

The bathroom door had opened a crack about the width of a hand at some point.

Surely it couldn't be that someone ran in and touched him as a prank, could it?

Shen Yan quickly rinsed off the soap, got dressed, and carried the bag of women's clothing out.

He quickly found the deputy captain eating in the canteen.

"What? You're saying a woman went to the bathroom and touched you?"

The vice-captain was so shocked that he dropped the meat in his mouth.

The other police officers also looked horrified. One of the younger officers said in a trembling voice,

"Could it be that the vengeful spirits from the water have followed you back?"

Upon hearing this, even the vice-captain couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't talk nonsense! Spirits are forbidden after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Stop promoting feudal superstition!"

"Could it be that a female pervert walked into the police station?"

Shen Yan shook his head: "She was very fast. I couldn't catch her, I didn't even touch her."

The vice-captain slammed his hand on the table. "I think you just haven't slept all night and are hallucinating. How could someone touch you and then escape right under your nose?"

The other police officers nodded in agreement: "That's right. If it's not a female ghost, then you're hallucinating."

Shen Yan also began to doubt himself, but he opened the bag.

There was a woman's outfit in the bathroom.

The deputy captain leaned closer to the bag and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Aunt Wang's clothes?"

"Who's calling me?" Aunt Wang, who was tidying up the table, looked up when she heard her name called.

She is the cook in the cafeteria. In addition to cooking for everyone, she also helps the police station with cleaning.

The deputy captain beckoned to her: "Aunt Wang, come here, see if these are your clothes."

Aunt Wang wiped her hands on her apron while glancing at the clothes.

I recognized him even before he got close.

"It's mine. Your captain asked to borrow it from me about half an hour ago, saying it was for a female comrade surnamed Ruan. How did it end up with you?"

Shen Yan looked up: "Ruan Tinghe?"

Aunt Wang thought for a moment and replied, "That seems to be the name. I heard she spent the whole night drawing portraits of corpses and smelled terrible, so she borrowed some clothes to take a shower before going back."

The vice-captain nudged Shen Yan with his elbow. "Shen Yan, is this Comrade Ruan the female hooligan?"

Shen Yan remembered something; he seemed to have indeed smelled a faint fragrance that only Ruan Tinghe possessed.

But he shook his head: "It's not her, I must be hallucinating."

He rubbed his temples, picked up the bag of clothes, and left.

Back in the bathroom, the bucket was still in the same spot, and the dry floor of the lounge only showed his footprints.

Shen Yan hung the clothes back on the wall and walked out as if nothing had happened.

After taking a shower, Ruan Tinghe cooked herself a bowl of slender noodles.

"An hour has passed, shouldn't Shen Yan be leaving by now?"

Ruan Tinghe decided to go all out. She put on a hat, a mask, and a nightgown, and carried a stun gun in one hand and a spiked club in the other.

If Shen Yan is still outside, she'll shock him with electricity; if that doesn't knock him out, she'll beat him with a spiked club!

Anyway, she was wearing a hat and a mask, so even if Shen Yan woke up and confronted her, she could deny it.

Anyway, I didn't see her face.

In short, the secrets of the space must not be revealed.

Fortunately, Ruan Tinghe didn't see anyone when she came out.

"Thank goodness!" She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Moreover, there were three buckets of water in the bathroom, two cold and one scalding hot.

"Tsk tsk, at least they know to give me back my water!"

Block the door with a bucket.

She changed into the women's clothes that Captain Song had prepared for her, pretended that she had just taken a shower, and went out.

Go downstairs.

"Ruan Tinghe." Shen Yan suddenly emerged from behind the stairs.

Ruan Tinghe was startled: "What are you doing! You scared me to death!"

Shen Yan looked at her hair, which was dripping with water, and asked, "Did you take a shower?"

Ruan Tinghe felt a pang of guilt, her eyes darting around, and her fingers unconsciously touching the tip of her nose.

"Of course! I don't know which bastard it was, but I went to the toilet and when I came back I found that my water had been stolen! Luckily, that bastard filled three more buckets of water and gave them back to me."

Shen Yan looked at her with deep eyes, "Don't bathe outside next time."

Ruan Tinghe's ears burned as she recalled images she shouldn't have imagined.

"What's it to you! You're taking a shower outside too."

"I'm showering outside, no female hooligans will be peeping! You agree, right, Comrade Ruan?"

Shen Yan looked at her meaningfully.

Ruan Tinghe looked away guiltily, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

She yawned and walked around Shen Yan to leave.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."

Shen Yan chased after him, saying, "I'll take you home."

"No," Ruan Tinghe refused without even thinking. "You stayed up all night; driving while fatigued is very dangerous, don't you know that?"

Shen Yan pursed his lips, wanting to say that he wasn't sleepy.

But Ruan Tinghe was adamant: "Aren't you supposed to be assisting in solving the case? Running around like this is a waste of time. Just rest at the police station. Captain Song has arranged for someone to take me back."

"By the way, the portrait of your sister, not one of those corpses, is one I promised to paint for you."

Ruan Tinghe handed the portrait and photograph to Shen Yan, saying, "This is what your sister looked like when she was eighteen. Take a look."

Shen Yan took the image and his gaze fell on the two familiar tiger teeth.

It's definitely his sister.

He was surprised, though, "I thought you drew her in the group photo."

Ruan Tinghe was confused: "That's the one I drew."

"I mean her when she was little!" Shen Yan pointed to the photo of Shen Nian.

Ruan Tinghe's eyes widened. "You originally wanted me to draw her as a child?"

"Yes, I wanted you to help me recreate her appearance in the group photo. I didn't expect you to be able to draw what she looks like now that she's grown up." Shen Yan was pleasantly surprised by Ruan Tinghe's talent.

Ruan Tinghe was almost in tears. It turned out that she had been deluding herself and wasting her time!

"Thank you."

Shen Yan suddenly hugged Ruan Tinghe tightly. "Thank you for drawing what my sister will look like when she grows up. This is very helpful to me."

"Well, that's good. Although I drew it without permission, you can't go back on your promise!"

"Of course, whatever you ask for, I'll grant it."

Ruan Tinghe raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. "Alright, but I haven't decided yet. Let me go first. I really need to go back to sleep, otherwise Grandma Qin and the children will worry about me."