Tang Xiaotian was woken up by the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket.
Tang Xiaotian didn't even open his eyes. He took out his cell phone from his pocket with his eyes closed, and connected the call with physical memory.
"Hello..." The voice was still full of sleepiness.
The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly and almost jumped up from the recliner. His hands and feet were weak from sleep, so he fell back in embarrassment.
"Yes... Okay, I'll go ask." Tang Xiaotian hung up the phone with a serious expression.
Seeing Tang Xiaotian hang up the phone, Lu Yi, who was standing at the table, said, "Captain Tang, good morning."
Tang Xiaotian was startled again and turned around suddenly.
"Lu Yi, you..." Tang Xiaotian seemed to have no idea what to say, so he just shouted and stopped.
Lu Yi did not rush him, and finally put down a few strokes on the paper, and then put down the brush in his hand.
Tang Xiaotian stood up, walked over, and approached Lu Yi, but he did not lower his head to pay attention to what Lu Yi drew, but stared at Lu Yi's face.
"Liang Ya is dead."
After Tang Xiaotian finished speaking, he pursed his lips and stared at Lu Yi's face, trying to see Lu Yi's reaction.
Lu Yi looked up at Tang Xiaotian as if he was a little confused, and said oh, but did not ask about the cause of death.
"Lu Yi, you have crossed the line."
Tang Xiaotian said word by word.
"Do you suspect that I killed him?" Lu Yi was stunned.
Seeing his reaction, Tang Xiaotian was a little unsure.
But last night, Lu Yi had just asked him if he had investigated Liang Ya, and then a few hours later, Liang Ya died.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Lu Yi looked into Tang Xiaotian's eyes frankly and said, "It's not me."
Tang Xiaotian couldn't say anything.
Lu Yi seemed to want to find a way for Tang Xiaotian to believe, and pointed to the painting on the table.
The ink on the painting on the table is still wet. It was painted by Lu Yi at random on the spur of the moment. Even the brushes are cheap ones he used to make paper figures for dotting facial features.
The person in the painting is Tang Xiaotian.
The background is filled with dust and yellow sand. In the painting, Tang Xiaotian is wearing a leather jacket, with bright eyes and a gentle expression.
"This is..."
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Tang Xiaotian was a little unable to answer the words, and he was stuttering when he spoke.
"This is the first time we met, when we were archaeologically studying the tombs of King Heng?"
Lu Yi hummed and said, "I originally wanted to paint last night. Yes, I haven’t decided what to draw yet, but you happened to be visiting me on the moon.”
“I thought it was somewhat poetic, so I drew you.”
Su Shi visited Huai Min at night.
And Huai Min didn't sleep either.
Why isn’t it poetic?
Tang Xiaotian immediately felt guilty.
"Sorry, I was a little anxious just now..." Tang Xiaotian's voice weakened.
Lu Yi smiled generously, waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I just asked yesterday, and she died that night. It's really suspicious."
Tang Xiaotian Even more embarrassed.
How could he doubt Lu Yi, who was so open to him?
"Let's not talk about this anymore," Lu Yi changed the subject very considerately, "Do you still want to go back to the police station? Have breakfast with me before leaving."
< p> Neither Lu Yi nor Lu Xiaohong can cook, so the small kitchen that comes with this house has never been turned on.Lu Xiaohong is a ghost, so technically she doesn’t have to eat, but she is a greedy girl, and she will still order takeout to make a meal if she has nothing to do.
Lu Yi said that Tang Xiaotian would be left to have breakfast, so naturally Lu Xiaohong went to buy her favorite breakfast and came back.
A table full of breakfasts of all kinds was laid out.
"So many?" Tang Xiaotian wanted to be polite.
"Captain Tang, take what you like and we'll share the meal." Lu Xiaohong handed him a pair of disposable tableware.
Tang Xiaotian still didn't react, so he took three meat buns and a cup of soy milk in a daze, not understanding what Lu Xiaohong was talking about.
Then he suddenly remembered that Lu Xiaohong was a ghost.
Lu Xiaohong picked up a bun, took a deep breath, and then put it down with satisfaction.
Tang Xiaotian curiously reached out and touched the buns, only to see that the buns that were so hot just now were now completely cold.
"As expected of a ghost, so terrifying."
Tang Xiaotian commented while chewing on the hot buns in his hand.