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

Chapter 104 Haircut, the Murderer Has Been Caught

The seventh day of the new year.

Su Miaoyi came to the Municipal Bureau to sign a contract, and after signing the contract, she was given a work station.

However, when there are no cases, you don't have to stay here all the time.

Su Miaoyi was very satisfied with her treatment.

She sat at her workstation until the end of the afternoon, then went to Lu Zhishen's portrait studio.

When I was about to go home, I grabbed two bags of snacks.

Lu Zhishen is sharpening a pencil.

Su Miaoyi sat on the sofa and ate a cookie: "Aren't you going home from get off work?"

"I'll go back after I finish sharpening this pen."

Su Miaoyi nodded, looking at his hair that was blocking his eyes, she even wanted to take a hair clip and clip it all up: "Why don't you get a haircut?"

"Do you have any hairdressers you would recommend?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"No," Su Miaoyi said. "The last time I went to get my hair cut, they gave me a really bad haircut. I'm never going to their place again."

Lu Zhishen looked up at her and said, "Your haircut is very good."

“I cut this myself,” Su Miaoyi said.

Lu Zhishen stopped sharpening his pencil and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Su Miaoyi opened another jelly.

I'm going to grab a bag of cookies and a jelly in a bit.

"Could you cut my hair for me?" Lu Zhishen suddenly said.

"Huh?" Su Miaoyi looked at him.

Lu Zhishen looked at the jelly in her hand: "You ate my cookies, so you can't refuse."

"These aren't cookies," Su Miaoyi said, attempting to destroy the cookie packaging.

Lu Zhishen said, "I saw it."

Su Miaoyi: "."

Lu Zhishen got up and went to the bookshelf.

Su Miaoyi watched as he found a pair of scissors and a comb, and then came back.

"You really want me to cut it?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"Just cut it according to your hairstyle." Lu Zhishen handed her the scissors and comb.

I grabbed a stool and sat down.

Su Miaoyi looked at his round head: "You can't cut your hair in the first month of the lunar calendar."

“I don’t have an uncle,” Lu Zhishen said.

Su Miaoyi: "."

Her hairstyle, which I found online, is a complete mess of hair tied up together, then cut with a single snip.

Su Miaoyi came up with another excuse: "This is your office."

“This is my studio,” Lu Zhishen said. “Also, it’s already past closing time.”

Su Miaoyi stood up and gave him a small rubber band.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zhishen asked.

“Tie all your hair up to your hairline,” Su Miaoyi said.

Lu Zhishen looked up at her and began to doubt her skills.

At this moment, the two suddenly switched roles again.

Lu Zhishen didn't want to cut it anymore.

Su Miaoyi began promoting her technique: "This is how I cut my hair, and it's very quick, done in a minute."

Lu Zhishen looked at her.

"Trust me," Su Miaoyi said.

Lu Zhishen started tying his hair.

Su Miaoyi leaned against the table and looked at him.

"What are you two doing?" Zhuang Yanzheng came in from outside.

Lu Zhishen glanced at him: "Let's become sworn brothers."

Su Miaoyi smiled. Lu Zhishen's gesture did resemble that of a sworn brotherhood.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the scissors in her hand: "Oh, today you're Tony the hairstylist."

"No congratulations, but unfortunately, you're the second customer today. A haircut costs three thousand yuan." Su Miaoyi twirled the scissors in her hand.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "Extortion. Zhi Shen, you can cut it yourself. I'm taking this to the interrogation room."

"Wait until you've finished cutting my hair before deciding whether to convict her," Lu Zhishen said calmly.

“After I finish cutting your hair, you’ll feel like I’m a ray of light in this world,” Su Miaoyi said, “the light that governs hairstyles.”

Zhuang Yanzheng chuckled.

Lu Zhishen asked, "Did you come here for something?"

"No," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "The car was taken to be repaired. The driver brought it over this morning. You can drive me back later if you're on your way." To avoid any hair getting tangled in the hair, Lu Zhishen combed all his hair forward and tied it up.

"Why didn't you send a driver to pick you up?" Su Miaoyi asked, looking at Lu Zhishen's hair.

“The driver doesn’t have time; he’s busier than me,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Lu Zhishen's hair wasn't very long at the back; it was all tied up in front, but couldn't be tied up properly, so it was loose and disheveled.

But it doesn't matter.

Without hesitation, Su Miaoyi cut it off with a single snip of the scissors.

This was the first time Zhuang Yanzheng had ever seen a haircut like this.

After the haircut, Su Miaoyi removed the hair tie and let Lu Zhishen pull his hair back up himself.

Lu Zhishen looked at her.

Su Miaoyi admired her masterpiece and then said, "Hmm, it's so cold, let me give you a hat."

Zhuang Yanzheng laughed from the side.

Lu Zhishen: "."

Su Miaoyi looked at his hair.

Lu Zhishen said, "Take him to the interrogation room."

Su Miaoyi smiled and said, "How could I, the goddess in charge of hairstyles, make a mistake? It's perfect."

Lu Zhishen got up and looked at himself in the mirror.

Very good indeed.

He was about to say something.

Zhuang Yanzheng's phone rang.

Su Miaoyi and Lu Zhishen were both looking at him.

He hummed in response a few times and then hung up the phone.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "The public provided information about Yao Ying, I'll go take a look."

“I’ll go too,” Su Miaoyi said.

"You wait here," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "I'll take a few men over."

"Okay," Su Miaoyi replied.

In the past few days since the arrest warrant was issued, I've received several phone calls.

But after that, it wasn't like that.

They just look somewhat similar.

Almost an hour later, Zhuang Yanzheng and the others returned.

Su Miaoyi saw them return with their men.

They were taken directly into the interrogation room.

Su Miaoyi and Lu Zhishen went to the window outside the interrogation room.

It is the person in the portrait, but he is fatter than the person in the portrait, or the person Su Miaoyi saw in the picture.

He also seemed much more energetic.

There was light in his eyes again; they were no longer those numb, dull eyes.

Technicians collected blood samples to compare DNA.

Zhuang Yanzheng asked, "Name?"

"Yao Ying".

"age."

“Thirty-two years old,” Yao Ying replied.

"Your real name," Zhuang Yanzheng asked again. "I can't find your information in the system."

"Let's call her Yao Ying."

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "The fact that you're sitting here means we've already traced you back to you. Are you still going to try to deny it?!"

She did not speak.

Zhuang Yanzheng added, "We've already taken your blood, and your DNA will be extracted soon. We have Ma Yan's DNA and Zhu He's DNA from that case. Are you still going to hide it?!"

Yao Ying looked at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng was also staring at him.

After a pause, Yao Ying said, "The case happened five years ago, and it's only now that they've traced it back to me. You guys are really a bunch of useless people."

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned.

After Yao Ying finished speaking, she added, "But this case isn't your fault. Who would have thought it was about a dead person? Someone who's been dead for ten years."

She chuckled and said, "Thinking about it this way, you guys are pretty amazing. Even though I'm dead, you still managed to trace it back to me."

"But why are human traffickers so rampant, yet you can't catch them?"

　Goodnight everybody

　　(End of this chapter)