When E Jingbai heard the sound, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the cold and delicate face of the man opposite him. He seemed to have just asked casually. When the words fell, his whole face was like a stone sculpture without any more. E Jingbai stared at him quietly and said, "Many people think she would not commit suicide."

"Is that?" Yan Mi's voice was in a flat tone and could not hear the ups and downs of emotions. "So," he seemed to think about it, "Is someone who killed her?"

This kind of unreasonable thing came out of his mouth, as natural and simple as eating roasted corn at night. E Jing paused and shook her head, "There is no sign of killing him, and it's still uncertain."

"Yeah." Yan Mi responded calmly, wondering if she had seen through E Jingbai's temptation, and seemed to be not going to continue asking.

E Jingbai didn't want the box to be closed again after just opened, otherwise he would have asked him to find a topic. He wouldn't have thought of it until Yan Mi returned home, so he said, "Can you lend me your phone to check it out?" Feng Rong had said before that he asked him to find an opportunity to check if Yan Mi used any communication equipment to keep in touch with Mu Er, but according to his style of conduct and Yan Mi's personality, he felt that it would be faster to speak directly to the other party.

Sure enough, Yan Mi did not express any impatientness, and handed him the phone placed beside the table, and also helped him open the keyboard lock. E Jingbai took it and saw that it was a game interface for cutting fruits. He couldn't react for a while. I'm afraid it was not just him, but even Feng Rong Lin Yingkong and the others could not imagine that such a person would play cutting fruits when he was bored...

E Jingbai kept his expression as motionless as a mountain and retreated the game interface of the fruit-cutting game. The cute Husky desktop made him speechless for a moment, and then he ignored him silently. He directly opened the contact column to check. Yan Mi called in and out of the phone number, and the person who kept the most call records was a familiar name - Fang Shuping, the teacher from the Business School they met at the door of Yan Mi's office in the afternoon.

"Fang Shuping is very familiar with you?" E Jingbai asked lightly.

Yan Mi was neatly placing the bunch of dolls that had been tilted when she was sitting down. Hearing this, he thought about it, nodded, "Familiar."

This completely unrestrictive answer is really helpless. Fortunately, after meeting twice, E Jingbai already has some understanding of how he speaks, but he is not angry. He just continues: "Are you friends?"

Yan Mi thought about it again, "Forget it," she stopped, as if she felt that she was not good enough to just say these two words, so she added, "At the same time, he would be a teacher in the school, and he would talk to me more often."

I guess there is only one person who dares to talk to you... E Jingbai thought silently, but complaining that it was not his personality. He said, "Do you usually tell him everything?"

"No," Yan Mi answered faster this time, "I usually have no personal affairs. If I have any business, he is well-informed and will notify me of any matter."

People like Fang Shuping seem to be easy to get along with, and it is not surprising that many friends are informing each other. E Jingbai did not ask this question, but said, "Do you usually go to other schools?"

Yan Mi had already arranged the dolls. When E Jingbai finished asking, his eyes fell on the other person's face, and then his eyelashes closed indifferently, "I don't go often," he frowned slightly, as if he was a little troubled, "Are you suspicious of me?"

E Jingbai really didn't know whether Yan Mi was a cunning person or too lazy. He had been asking how long he had been asking. Most people had already started to turn over the table and ask the other party what qualifications they had to ask so many questions. He slowly asked himself if he was suspicious of him.

"You don't seem to worry that you will become a suspect." E Jingbai said.

Yan Mi asked in confusion: "Why did I become a suspect? It's because Mu Er is my admirer."

"Because you can make Mu Er commit suicide with just one word," E Jingbai couldn't help but say, "Do you know she has photographed you for two years?"

"Can't take photos?" Yan Mi seemed to be a little unresponsive, "Isn't taking photos a very normal thing? I also take photos frequently."

As he spoke, he crossed his upper body over the coffee table, and his index finger clicked on the mobile phone that E Jingbai was holding, and opened the page of the album. E Jingbai had not yet come back to his senses from the fact that "he actually takes photos frequently". The next second I saw these photos, and was stunned again.

There are many photos and are very mixed. It seems that it is just a casual shot. There is no special composition technique, nor a specific theme or object. There are endless streets, busy campuses, cats and dogs basking in the sun at the corners of the streets, and some should be large-scale activities with heads. Occasionally, some people dressed in strange clothes. Not monsters from the supernatural world, but those dresses of E Jingbai Chang who saw on Fei Rong and Cheng Xiaodai's desks.

In other words, it was either some famous K-city celebrations. Once, the field team of the General Office searched for escaped criminals at such a celebration. When he squeezed into it, he could feel the indescribable excitement, but he felt very uncomfortable. He always felt that Yan Mi should have the same idea, because Yan Mi looked like an isolated aura, and he looked more like he would like to enjoy elegant programs such as art exhibitions and musicals. He didn't expect to go to those lively places.

Yan Mi let him pull down the page and said, "It's actually quite fun to take pictures."

E Jingbai finally remembered what he was talking about at the beginning and felt a little powerless. "Photo taken may be fun, but Mu Er is different from you." Seeing that Yan Mi seemed to be a little confused, he said, "She only photographed you, and took photos for two years... She was fantasizing about you, do you understand?"

A sudden realization flashed through Yan Mi's eyes. I wonder if it was anger. E Jingbai only saw him pursing his lips a little, his appearance seemed cold and his voice could not be changed much: "What do you mean... I met a pervert?"

"..." E Jingbai thought about Zhu Mengtian's words and nodded seriously.

Yan Mi moved her body back to her original position, thought about it seriously, and finally said hesitantly: "... Should I call the police?"

"..." E Jingbai felt that it was not a simple matter to keep up with this person's brain circuit.

Besides, the minister and Assistant Lin, Feng Rong was on the phone with Jiu Tianyu and asked about Yan Mi.

"Yan Mi, I can't tell you about his identity," Jiu Tianyu seemed to laugh vaguely, "But his temperament, killing people is too challenging for him. I'm afraid that he accidentally offended someone."

Jiu Tianyu did not provide very substantial information, but he also treated the Spirit Security Bureau as half of the home. Feng Rong believed that he would not make fun of the case. After hanging up the phone, he told Lin Yingkong about his words.

"Is Yan Mi's line broken?" Lin Yingkong's pen tip clicked on the map of Southwest University Town. "There is no connection to the death place, and the time of death is not regular. The identity and background of the three people are different. Rongzi and the others have not found any cross information for the time being. Minister, should I ask the people in the supernatural community in this area to see if they have seen these three people go to places they shouldn't go?" Some tasks are troublesome here. The clues of specious people make people always worry about which circle is more suitable first. The death of Yang Fei and others cannot see the interference of evil. The field team of the General Office has not yet alarmed the group of non-human and non-ordinary humans in the university town.

At this time, they were sitting on a stone bench for people to rest on campus, and there were many students walking around. Feng Rong watched a human-shaped bobcat spirit run away from afar when he saw them, and said lightly: "Don't be alerted. The headquarters is right next to you. Those who are studying and working here dare not be arrogant. Those who dare to be arrogant will definitely not show their strength." It is still very attractive to provide information to the Ling Law Enforcement Department.

"Then I'll ask a few informants in private." Lin Yingkong put away the map and signature pen, touched a box of milk placed next to him, and felt that the temperature was not as cold as before he had just taken it out of the freezer and then inserted the straw and handed it to Feng Rong, "Ele.me?"

Feng Rong took the milk and took a few sips, shook her head, "It's hot, I don't really want to eat it."

Lin Yingkong felt a little distressed, "You can't ignore it. How can you not have the energy when investigating the case? I'll go back and make some appetizing for you?"

Feng Rong looked at the time and gave him half of the milk he drank, "Well, if there is no clue at nine o'clock, let everyone go back first. If you are hungry, you can go and eat first." The nearby food street is frequented by people from the headquarters. Zhu Mengtian and the others will definitely find opportunities to fill their stomachs, so there is no need to worry.

"I'm not hungry either." Lin Yingkong held the box of milk and couldn't help but drink all the remaining milk with the straw. Seeing that Feng Rong didn't mind, he felt sweet in his heart - since he couldn't kiss and hug openly, it would be nice to eat tofu or something indirectly~

Feng Rong didn't mind either. In his opinion, it was no big deal for men to share a cup and straw. He also thought that his assistant was probably thirsty and would have to buy two more bottles of water to bring with him later.
Chapter completed!