"Boy, why do I feel that you are particularly interested in investigating this case? Is it because of that girl?"

"She's my friend and I want justice for her. Don't you think it's scary to have a serial killer prowling the streets all the time? I can't sleep well until that guy is brought to justice."

"You yell all day long that you're too lazy to do this and that, how can you be more active than anyone else when something happens?" Shi Zhongjian complained.

"You're just a sword, you don't understand." Duan Feizhuo shook his head and sighed, "Only when the external environment is stable, can you lie down happily and wait to die with salted fish. Otherwise, it's not just eating and waiting to die, but waiting to die .”

The door suddenly opened. Duan Feizhuo quickly shut up.

Z came in with a jug of water.

"Who were you talking to just now?" He frowned slightly.

"Talking to myself." Duan Feizhuo was nervous, "I'm reviewing the serial murder case..."

"Forget about that now."

Z helped Duan Feizhuo up, and stuffed several pillows behind his back. A cup of hot water was passed to Duan Feizhuo's lips. He took a grateful sip.

The pain in the fundus gradually disappeared. He bravely opened his eyes, and found that his eyesight was not damaged, he could still clearly see the surrounding scenery, the tidy room, the desk piled with files, and Z's handsome face sitting beside his bed.

"I'm fine." Duan Feizhuo looked away, blushing unconsciously, "Can you bring the file here? I want to read it again."

"You are not allowed to read it." Z said coldly, "Now you only need to do one thing, and that is to rest."