"It seems that it's hard to make people not think that Fang Shuping is the murderer," Lin Yingkong looked at his watch. "When we were recording Fang Shuping before, Xiaolan checked his computer, but he didn't find anything related. Do we need to contact Yan Mi again?" He had no confidence in E Jingbai's communication skills. Although E Jingbai is much better than Yan Mi, it is not much better. Yan Mi probably still has some situations at this moment, so he probably won't ask. Moreover, as the "criminal suspect" in their eyes, Yan Mi always has to go to him to show his presence.

Unexpectedly, Feng Rong, who said last night that he would find time to talk to Yan Mi, actually shook his head, "Let Jingbai get it done. When I finish processing the documents, we will go out together later."

"Where do you go?" Lin Yingkong followed him into the minister's office and greeted Vonia with resentment.

Feng Rong sat back in his position and said without raising his head, "Let's go."

It was said that he was going to Shi Guang, but Feng Rong was not on a whim. In the game channel member information found by Ding Youlan and a group of technicians, many people lived in this area. In the neighborhood, the one who could get in touch with Yan Mi and most of the dead was Shi Guang. Fang Shuping was also refreshing there at a fixed location, so they were going to go over and wait for the rabbit for a while to see the situation.

Since they were going to wait, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong went back to change their clothes after getting off work. They have been walking around Southwest University Town these days. Although they may not be recognized if they change their outfits, they still need to prepare. In response, Lin Yingkong had to endure the bad taste of the minister wearing women's clothes in pain, and chose him a casual outfit with a very different style from his usual style.

Because of work needs, Feng Rong usually looks mature and steady in clothes. When he goes out for field tasks, he chooses a lot less clothing range in order to facilitate the convenience of bringing guns and weapons. When wearing this casual outfit with a waist-pinching legs and lower collar, Lin Yingkong instantly saw it. Seeing this, Feng Rong was puzzled: "Is there any problem?"

Lin Yingkong forced himself to take back his straight gaze from the skin exposed by the other party's V-shaped collar, and said with a pure face: "Although the department stipulates that routine tasks below level A can not wear the distributed guns close to the investigation during the investigation, I think since I have developed a habit, I should not change it."

Under no circumstances, don't do stupid things like losing your life because your weapon is too far away from you - this is one of the codes of action of the Spirit Enforcement Department.

Feng Rong changed into another looser set of clothes handed over by the assistant without any doubt. He brought a gun and expressed high praise for the assistant's rigorous spirit without expression. Lin Yingkong put away the original casual outfit with a foolish face and planned to buy a tights for the minister next time. Well, just wear it indoors for him to see something, it's not too beautiful to think about it~

So, the two of them went to time happily with different thoughts.

Although the consumer group of Time Bar is aimed at the university town, it is densely populated nearby and a business circle is planned, so there are still many office workers in the store. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong dressed up in a low-key manner, and it didn't seem abrupt after entering.

It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and the atmosphere in the bar was very popular. The stage was still the resident singer and his band last night. He seemed to be in a rock style tonight. The dense drum beats could make people's hearts clamor together. Feng Rong's eyes slipped around the dance floor where his limbs were swaying. Lin Yingkong turned his body slightly and blocked a boy who almost hit them.

Everyone went to a party, and there were not many people left at the bartender. When the bartender was scanning the audience, he saw them. He didn't think that their relationship was wonderful because of others. He just thought that their relationship was very strange, like a strict disciplined superior and subordinate. One was protected for granted by nature and the other was protected calmly, and he was like a close friend who had not reached a close lover. He had a tacit understanding that others could not match. Luo Cheng glanced at him a few times and couldn't help but pick up the Chek pot and started mixing the bartender.

When Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong sat down at the bar, they found two cocktails pushed in front of them. The bartender Luo Cheng smiled and his eyebrows were bent, "Do you mind if I take my own initiative to help you make a glass of wine? I think they are very suitable for you."

E Jingbai also mentioned that this bartender seemed to have the habit of mixing specific wines for people. Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong didn't care, but their eyebrows moved when they saw the wine in front of them.

The wine that Luo Cheng made for them was not rare, but it was just because he could tell at a glance what this was that people felt strange. The cup in front of Feng Rong was foamy winter. One-fifth of the rum mixed with four-fifths of milk. The first sip was slightly sour and spicy. Then the sweetness of the milk came up leisurely; the cup given to Lin Yingkong was Changdao iced tea. Although it was called tea, it was actually made of four wines such as gin, rum, vodka and tequila mixed together. It looked beautiful and harmless, and when you entered your mouth, you realized the taste of sour, sweet and spicy beating on your taste buds, and it was full of energy.

Whether from the appearance or temperament of Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong, these two glasses of wine should be replaced by a more suitable glass of wine. However, Lin Feng and the other party did not dare to underestimate each other's words "I think they are very suitable for you." Feng Rong's affection under the cold momentum, Lin Yingkong's scheming under the gentle appearance, did Luo Cheng happen to see through it at a glance?

"Did you two come here before?" Luo Cheng saw them take a sip of wine quietly, and asked with a smile, "I think you look familiar."

Lin Yingkong looked at Feng Rong, and when he saw that he was just drunk and touched his lips, he felt relieved. He did not answer Luo Cheng's question, but said with a smile: "Are you talking to us as girls?"

"I just feel like I'm in love, just chat." Luo Cheng hurriedly raised his hands to beg for mercy, and then shrugged helplessly, "Now, men are more defensive than women."

His tone was very aggrieved, and he used his sunny appearance and clear and nice voice as a big boy. His lethality was not ordinary. Lin Yingkong's eyes went around the girls who were secretly following the bartender and smiled, "It sounds like you often failed to chat with men."

"Everyone said it wasn't a chat," Luo Cheng didn't know what he thought of, and looked at Feng Rong with a cold expression, and sighed, "But the failure is true. Even if you don't have it, you still have a flower protector, tsk tsk."

Although he looked at Feng Rong, Lin Yingkong felt that he was probably talking about Yan Mi. As for the "flower protector", he probably was Fang Shuping.

Feng Rong suddenly touched Lin Yingkong with his elbow in no trace, and lowered his voice and said, "Fang Shuping."

As soon as he thought of this name, Lin Yingkong heard Feng Rong say this. He suddenly didn't react. Until he saw a familiar figure entering the door and went straight to the private room behind the bar, he winked at Feng Rong. Feng Rong nodded, and Lin Yingkong put down the wine glass in his hand and went to the private room.

Luo Cheng fell back after greeting several guests. When he saw that there was no one around Feng Rong, he asked him: "Where is the gentleman just now?"

"I've gone to the bathroom." Feng Rong's face said without changing his expression. Anyway, the bathroom and the private room are in the same direction.

Luo Cheng blinked, "I didn't expect that he would let you stay here alone."

"Hmm?" Feng Rong asked inquired in a puzzled monotone.

Luo Cheng blinked at him mischievously, "That gentleman seemed to be worried that you would suffer." Thinking of Lin Yingkong's nervousness since he was hospitalized, Feng Rong didn't care much about Luo Cheng's statement, but his next sentence made Feng Rong raise his eyebrows slightly: "But this feeling of being cared for... isn't particularly happy."

"...You're thinking too much." Feng Rong said subconsciously, his voice very calm.

"Did I think too much? I thought you would feel like this," Luo Cheng tilted his head in confusion, his eyes appear innocent and deep under the colorful lights. "I am willing to give myself and not get rewards, but how can I feel at ease when I see others giving? He is always there, he gives everything to help, he is happy with you, he is unhappy with you... He counts one by one, accumulates one by one day, and drives people away and doesn't know how to make it happen. I'm uneasy, tossing and turning, and finally I'm exhausted from gratitude. It's great if he doesn't get close to him, and it's great if he doesn't do so much..."

"Enough." Feng Rong interrupted his words indifferently, and there was no trace of movement in the cold Danfeng's eyes.

Luo Cheng was stunned for a moment, withdrew the strange look in his eyes, and then smiled apologetically, "I'm not in a way, sir, don't mind."

"What's wrong?" Lin Yingkong came back at some point, sat back to his original position, and asked when he noticed the strange atmosphere between them, his tone with polite curiosity.

Luo Cheng naturally raised his smile and changed the subject, "I just remembered that the two gentlemen came to the store last night. I said why do you always think that the two people are kind?"

Lin Yingkong didn't ask, and scraped his face with sharp eyes and said politely: "The wine here is good, it's good to come and have a drink for two glasses to relax."

"Then you must come and help more when you have time." Luo Cheng responded with a smile as if he was not careful.

There were more and more customers, and Luo Cheng, as the boss and bartender, also became busy. Seeing that he was far away, Lin Yingkong asked Feng Rong: "Minister, what did he say just now?"

"The bar has a good vision, and everyone who comes in can see it. He saw us last night." Feng Rong said calmly, taking the initiative of the topic in his own hands, "What are Fang Shuping doing?"

Lin Yingkong rarely disobeyed his approach, so he naturally followed his words and walked down, "I was drinking with a few people, and those people were a little familiar with each other. Maybe they were people in the game channel. I took a photo and sent it to Xiaolan for him to compare facial recognition."
Chapter completed!