We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chapter 290 The sword is deadly

Chen Zhuo nodded, "I understand. Xiaolin has already greeted me."

Wen Zhixia thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "By the way, Chen Zhuo, do you still send Xiaolin home from get off work every day?"

"About the same," Chen Zhuo said. "My schedule is more flexible."

"Will you guys have dinner together tonight?"

"Well, sometimes."

Wen Zhixia had a slight headache.

This man is really hard to talk to. He doesn't even try to extend the topic or ease the atmosphere in his words. It's impossible to get him to start talking.

The car drove into the city and gradually stopped near the Crimson Bar.

This place is located north of Jincheng. If you go further, it is a well-known lawless area with very poor public security.

"I'll go inside and ask." Chen Zhuo pointed into the dark alley. "Call me if you have any questions."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "Okay, I'll ask around here."

The two of them split up.

The Crimson Memory bar has now been converted into a row of tobacco and alcohol supermarkets.

Wen Zhixia walked into one of the bars and bought a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. When paying, she asked, "Boss, was this the Crimson Memory Bar before?"

The boss glanced at her and asked, "Are you a police officer or a reporter?"

It seems that many people have come to inquire about this matter, otherwise the boss would not ask this.

"I'm writing a mystery novel online," Wen Zhixia said. "I have nothing to do at night, so I came out to look for inspiration."

The boss saw that she looked elegant and refined, and indeed looked like a cultured person, so he said, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"About ten years ago, wasn't a man stabbed to death in this bar, around 09 or 10?"

The boss nodded. "Yes, he was stabbed more than a dozen times. Each stab was fatal. He died on the spot."

"Every strike is fatal?" Wen Zhixia was stunned. "How can we tell that every strike is fatal?"

The boss said, "I heard that too. He died instantly. It was winter then, and everyone was dressed warmly. To be stabbed so badly, it must have been a fatal injury."

According to Wen Zhixia's professional knowledge, death on the spot is usually caused by puncture of the lungs, heart, carotid artery or leg artery.

If people are wearing thick clothes in winter and every knife attack can accurately hit the vital points, the possibility of intentional attack increases a little.

"Has the murderer been caught?" she asked.

"I don't know about that."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Wen Zhixia nodded and said, "Thank you, boss. I wish you a prosperous business."

Then Wen Zhixia asked several other families nearby and got similar answers.

But the only common answer is that every stab wound was fatal, the victim died on the spot, and it is uncertain whether the murderer has been caught.

After asking, Wen Zhixia stood on the side of the road and sent a message to Song Ailing.

She has many acquaintances in the public security, procuratorate and courts, so if the murderer is caught, he can be found quickly.

At the same time, Chen Zhuo also walked out of the alley.

Wen Zhixia met him and gave him the cigarettes she bought.

"Thank you for accompanying me on this trip in such cold weather."

"You're welcome." Chen Zhuo took it. "Hyolin asked me to take you home safely."

"Let's go back to the car and talk," Wen Zhixia said, "It's cold here."

Back in the car.

Chen Zhuo told Wen Zhixia what he had just learned.

There have been several murders in this bar, but the owner has some connections and spent money to suppress them. Many people around knew about the stabbing of this reporter because the scene was very bloody and is still fresh in people's memory.

"Did they say that every knife attack was fatal? Death on the spot?" Wen Zhixia asked him.

Chen Zhuoton hummed, "I was just about to say this, this is also what I think is wrong."

"Do you think this was intentional?" Wen Zhixia asked.

Chen Zhuo started the car. "According to my experience, if every stab wound is fatal, it proves that the person is skilled in using a knife and knows where the fatal spots on the human body are. Even if an ordinary person gave him a knife, he might not be able to stab the vital part immediately."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "I agree. I can use a knife, too. In fact, stabbing in many places is not only not fatal, but the knife will get stuck in the body, making it difficult to pull it out and stab again."

Chen Zhuo also smiled casually, "That's right."

Through tonight's investigation, Wen Zhixia realized that although Chen Zhuo was a man of few words, he was not stupid. He spoke and acted in an orderly manner and was not the kind of dull person who could not communicate.

It can be said that this is a reliable man who doesn't do fancy things and is suitable for living with.

Song Ailing also sent a WeChat message:

[Baby, I asked someone, and no one was jailed for stabbing anyone before or after 10 years ago. This person should still be at large.]

really!

This answer made Wen Zhixia's eyes light up.

However, Wen Zhixia still felt a little emotional at this moment. Song Ailing hated him so much before, but now she can cooperate with him without any obstacles.

Life is full of surprises.

The next step is to find clues about the murderer.

Twenty minutes later.

Chen Zhuo sent Wen Zhixia downstairs to her home.

"Go upstairs," Chen Zhuo got out of the driver's seat. "Hyolin told me to wait until you get home before I leave."

I can't stop talking about my best friend.

Wen Zhixia smiled.

Now that the important business is done, it’s time to do the task assigned by my bestie.

"By the way, Chen Zhuo." Wen Zhixia asked, "Are you taking Xiaolin back to your home on New Year's Day?"

Chen Zhuo's hand, which was about to light a cigarette, paused.

"Not sure yet." He lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Then he was silent again.

This person is really not afraid of dull occasions and doesn't like to say polite words.

However, perhaps because Fan Xiaolin has seen too many "superior people" in the media industry who are eloquent, silver-tongued, but hypocritical and vulgar, she has a special liking for people like Chen Zhuo who are taciturn, cold and pragmatic.

"Chen Zhuo, I want to ask you a question." Wen Zhixia said seriously, "Do you think our Xiaolin is cute?"

Chen Zhuo glanced at her.

"Of course she's cute!" He laughed out loud for the first time in his life while speaking, and couldn't help saying, "She is the cutest girl I have ever seen. I am very happy to see her, and I am also very happy to think of her."

In an instant, Wen Zhixia felt relieved.

When you like someone, your subconscious reaction is that you are happy to see him, happy to think of him, and you can't help laughing when you mention him.

There is no need to ask any more questions.

However, after saying this, Chen Zhuo realized that he had lost his composure.

He put away his smile awkwardly and lowered his head to smoke.

Wen Zhixia now remembers the method of judging people that Fu Ruoshi taught her by heart, and she has to admit that it is really useful.

For example, Chen Zhuo's subconscious reaction shows that he is not a very scheming man and will not deliberately hide his emotions.

At least he is not as patient as Fu Ruoshi, who has been able to hold back his love for me for seven or eight years without saying it.

"Chen Zhuo, our Xiaolin is not very good at dealing with men," Wen Zhixia continued, thinking of this, "She spends most of her time on work and has never been in a relationship. She is doing this to you, and she is already doing her best to express her feelings to you."