At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Demon walked through the deserted street, flickering dim street lights, and walked into the old telephone booth.

The taxi shop opposite is still on lights, empty and no one cares about it.

Nowadays, no one can use a public telephone.

Mr. Demon threw a coin into the phone and pressed the number of the old-fashioned cell phone.

"The phone number you called has been turned off, please dial it later."

He frowned, and then, an interesting smile appeared in his eyes.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Fu Yinger. The ring ringed five times and hung up. He used a public phone to call the old-fashioned cell phone again.

"The phone number you called has been turned off..."

I called several times in a row, and it was like this. Mr. Demon narrowed his eyes slightly and found it more and more interesting.

He pulled the button to return the coin exit several times, took back the coin he put it in his hand and played with it, and returned along the way.

The street light dragged his reflection for a long time. Mr. Demon whistled a few whistles, smiled and turned on his cell phone, dialed another strange number.

The restaurant is in Tianhe City and is one of the most elegant Western restaurants in Guangzhou.

The atmosphere here is very good, quiet and elegant, and plays lyrical jazz. The waiters coming and going are all wearing suits.

Fang Qing sat in the seats of the two of them. She felt very complicated in her heart, and all kinds of thoughts came out, and she always wanted to escape from here but didn't want to leave.

She thought that her daughter might be eating a simple lunch box on the set at this time, and her guilt was stained with ink on rice paper.

She thought of the old mobile phone that Mr. Demon asked to keep it on before and after eight o'clock in her pocket. She dared not turn it on.

Dr. Gao did not drive. He went to the red wine counter downstairs to pick a bottle of red wine that Fang Qing could not recognize, and wanted to have a drink with her.

Dr. Gao, who took off his white coat, was wearing a straight suit, and his clean clothes failed to cover up the lines of his muscles.

According to nurses in the hospital, Dr. Gao’s biggest interest in doing exercise in the gym after work.

She didn't know why such an excellent man fell in love with her. She felt panic.

But Dr. Gao was very sensible. He just talked to himself about work and life topics very often, and avoided the troubles that Fang Qing’s family has experienced now. Try not to touch on Fang Qing’s sad things.

Fang Qing's mental defense gradually removed. Her tight body relaxed under the influence of alcohol, and a little flushed appeared on her face. After hearing his unnutritional joke, she covered her mouth and laughed cutely.

Dr. Gao was slightly stunned, quickly adjusted his condition, and continued to chat with her gently.

For this moment, no matter how much discussion was, he wanted her to temporarily escape from the sufferings of life.

So is she.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, among the tourists coming and going, Zhao Gang, wearing casual clothes, leaned against the pillar and took out the phone in his pocket.

"Hey, Lao Zhang? Please check me for personal information, yes, I want the address. The name is... Gao Yingjie."

After dinner, Dr. Gao took Fang Qing downstairs and called a taxi for her. He was worried that she would drink, so he took the license plate number of the taxi very thoughtfully. He repeatedly told the driver to deliver it. He stuffed dozens of dollars in tips, so he watched the taxi leave.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took another taxi, and returned to his apartment near Tianhe.

He has been alone for many years and has become accustomed to living alone. As usual, he returned to the downstairs of the community and took the elevator to the 14th floor. When he arrived at the door of his house, he found that someone had been waiting here for a long time.

He narrowed his eyes.

The man took out a police officer's certificate from his shirt pocket.

"Mr. Gao, I'm a policeman."

"Although I'm myopia, I'm not blind." Gao Yingjie replied coldly.

Zhao Gang smiled slightly bitterly.

"Can you talk?"

Gao Yingjie glanced at him deeply, took out the key, opened the door, entered the room and took off his shoes.

“Come in and sit.”

Zhao Gang walked in and took off his shoes.

Although Gao Yingjie is a man living alone, his home is cleaned up quite neatly and looks quite stylish.

The layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom is even made of circumferential stairs, bars, velvet blankets, high-end sofas, TVs, and game consoles.

"I don't like tea, cola or coffee, which one do I want?"

"Just like water." Zhao Gang really wanted to drink Coke, but he had to be more mature when talking about people's mouths.

Gao Yingjie glanced at him and went to the water dispenser to pour him a glass of water.

"What do you want to ask? About Fang Qing?"

"That's right."

"You have found the wrong person." Gao Yingjie's sudden words made Zhao Gang stunned. He turned his head and looked at Gao Yingjie.

Gao Yingjie took a sip of coffee.

"First of all, Fang Qing and I have very ordinary colleagues, superiors and subordinates. Secondly... Fang Qing will not have anything to do with this case."

Zhao Gang frowned:

"What is your basis for judgment?"

Gao Yingjie said indifferently: "You don't understand Fang Qing at all. She is not that kind of person."

"Oh?" Zhao Gang asked interestingly:

"So, Mr. Gao Yingjie knows your subordinates very well, right?"

Gao Yingjie put down the coffee cup, closed his eyes, exhaled, and said:

"Officer Zhao, there is no need to use your tricks of clichés to me. I might as well say directly: I am really interesting to Fang Qing, but I am just unrequited love. She has never done anything that goes beyond the rules."

His way of speaking without following the routine made Zhao Gang stunned. Dr. Gao continued:

"I think anyone with a discerning eye in the hospital can more or less see that I like Fang Qing. But I have my own moral integrity. After knowing that Fang Qing is married and has children, I did not disturb her life. I know you are suspecting that Fang Qing is the murderer, otherwise you would not have come to the hospital to ask her for confession. I like her, so I care very much about what she has encountered-"

"I have learned about the murder case about Fu Sizhe in private, so I can naturally understand the reason why you doubt me. Generally, women do not have the ability to kill people, and you may think I am an accomplice. In fact, I have indeed developed dissatisfaction with Sizhe. I think he is not worthy of Fang Qing at all, and I look down on such a coward."

"The reason why I asked Fang Qing out for dinner at this time is to be honest: I think this is an opportunity. She is still young, and I don't mind that she has been married, so I want to take this opportunity to pursue her. Maybe you will think that I took advantage of the situation, and in fact the nature is similar. But Fang Qing should always overcome this hurdle and continue her life sooner or later. I don't think there is anything wrong with my approach."

"I've finished speaking. Believe it or not. If you have anything to ask, just ask."

Dr. Gao's logic was quite clear. This long passage made Zhao Gang unable to respond. He was stunned for a while, scratched his hair, and muttered:

"At least I have to know what you did that Saturday day, too."

Dr. Gao frowned, stood up, and walked towards the calendar beside the wall. His life was very regular and he would write his schedule in advance on the calendar as a memo. Saturday was blank.

"I didn't go to work that day on Saturday. I watched movies at home, didn't go out for dinner, and ordered takeaway."

Zhao Gang narrowed his eyes:

“When will I order takeout at what time?”

"I called each at 11:30 noon and 6:30 pm." Dr. Gao thought for a while and recalled something: "I went out in the evening. The security guard asked me to move the car, and it was about 10:30."

Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief and stood up:

"Since that's the case, I won't bother you. If possible, lend me your phone and I'll save the record of your ordering takeaway."

"Can."
Chapter completed!