Chương 29: Su Wan: "What? You're not doing well anymore?"

You're not doing well anymore?"

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Her face was flushed evenly.

From the cheekbones to the ears, and from the ears to the neck, it was all a light pink.

A strand of short hair slipped out from behind her ear and fell across her cheek. Her eyes were brighter than usual, and also more misty. She looked at Lin Zhou for a long time.

Then she spoke.

"you say--" Her voice was half a tone higher than usual, with the ending note rising and then falling back down halfway through.

"Why do we have to go on blind dates?!"

Lin Zhou put down his beer glass.

"I'm only twenty-four!"

Su Wan slammed her hand on the table.

The skewers in the iron plate vibrated, and an empty skewer rolled off the edge of the plate, fell to the ground, and bounced twice.

The woman peeling garlic at the next table looked up and glanced at them.

Su Wan didn't notice.

"Twenty-four! Not thirty-four! My mom called this morning and said she's arranged for me to meet someone tomorrow."

"She says it'll be too late if I don't find a partner soon. Too late what?! I have the highest crime-solving rate in the whole team, and I'm not even arrogant, yet she complains that I'm late in finding a partner!"

Lin Zhou picked up his beer glass.

A thought popped into my head—I was pressured today too.

Should I tell you I'm twenty-three?

He took a sip of his beer and swallowed those words along with the beer.

"Cough cough."

He put down the cup and cleared his throat.

"Officer Su, are you... drunk?"

Su Wan raised her hand from the table and pointed at Lin Zhou.

The finger was about twenty centimeters away from the tip of his nose.

Her eyes were wide open, but the mist in her eye sockets diminished the effect of her wide-eyed stare.

She pursed her lips, then said in a very serious tone—

"No! I'm not drunk!"

She drew a circle in the air with her finger.

"I just—want to talk!"

Lin Zhou leaned back in the plastic chair.

He looked at her flushed face, at the finger she pointed at herself, and at the strand of hair that slipped out from behind her ear at her temple.

Is this what you call not getting drunk?

He thought to himself.

But what he said was—

"Okay, okay. I'm not drunk."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

She's drunk.

"Officer Su is drunk."

"I just wanted to talk, hahaha, a classic drunkard's quote."

"She just slammed her hand on the table, and all the skewers fell."

"The Northeast gene has failed."

"It's not that people from Northeast China have bad genes, it's that she drank at least five bottles."

"The Locksmith: Okay, okay, I'm not drunk. Last time he told the landlady, 'I'm alright.' He uses the same strategy with drunk women."

Go along with her.

"The expression on the Three-Second King's face, he thought to himself: This isn't drunk?"

But his mouth said: "Okay, okay, I'm not drunk."

"The Locksmith's mouth and his heart are two separate organs."

Su Wan lowered her hand.

His finger traced a half-circle in the air before landing on the table.

She lowered her head and remained silent for about three seconds.

Lin Zhou thought she was tired, and just as he raised his beer glass to his lips—

"Do you know what my mom said?"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes still misty, but her gaze was fixed on Lin Zhou's face.

She said, "If you don't find someone soon, you'll only be able to find someone who's been married before."

"What does 'second marriage' mean? What's wrong with being second-married? I respect second marriages, but I'm only 24, and she's already considering it. Isn't that too early?"

Lin Zhou put down his beer glass.

He leaned back in the plastic chair, looking at Su Wan's flushed face.

After struggling for a long time, I managed to utter a single word.

"Yes."

"Right!"

Su Wan tapped the table again, this time more lightly, just enough to make the skewers in the iron plate wobble.

"She also said that Aunt Zhang's daughter next door, who is a year younger than me, can already call people—what does that have to do with me? I've arrested so many human traffickers, and I've helped so many children go home and call me 'Mom,' isn't that enough?"

"enough."

"I have to work overtime tomorrow. I haven't finished writing the case materials yet. How can I have time for a blind date?"

"Um."

"Don't you think so?"

"Yes."

"Could you say just a couple more words?"

"Okay, no problem, you're right."

Su Wan looked at him.

I glanced at it for about two seconds.

Then she picked up the glass and drank the remaining half-glass of wine in one gulp.

The bottom of the cup tapped on the table. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied.

Lin Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved Su Wan's empty cup to his side, preparing to pour her tea— Su Wan suddenly put down her cup.

The bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisper sound than before.

She stared at Lin Zhou, the mist in her eyes dissipating for a moment.

He revealed the look in his eyes that you see when a police officer is taking a statement.

Sharp, scrutinizing, exactly the same as when wearing a police uniform.

Are you just giving me the runaround?

It is not a question.

Lin Zhou's hand, which was pouring wine, froze in mid-air.

The beer bottle spout was hanging above the rim of the glass, but the liquid didn't flow out.

"no."

"Then why do you speak one word at a time? Hmm. Yes. Okay. Right."

Su Wan repeated his answer verbatim.

When imitating his tone, I deliberately lowered my voice to a very low and flat level.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Officer Su is interrogating him."

"She was drunk, but her interrogation instincts were still there."

Su Wan: Are you just giving me the runaround? Lin Zhou: No. Su Wan: Then why did you say "yes"? The lock-picking king was exposed on the spot.

"The expression on the 'Three-Second King's face shows he's frantically thinking about how to answer."

"His mind is working faster than he can unlock a door."

Lin Zhou put the beer bottle down.

He looked at Su Wan—Su Wan was still staring at him, her face still red, but her eyes had the same look they had in the interrogation room.

He knew that Su Wan was not easy to fool in this state.

No, that's right.

He moved forward and sat down.

Place both hands on the table, interlacing your fingers.

"It's not that I'm just being perfunctory; it's because every word you said hit the nail on the head. When you mentioned your mom was pressuring you to get married, I couldn't respond—I'm being pressured to get married too."

"You said you caught human traffickers so that other children could go home and call for their mothers, is that enough? — It's more than enough."

"You said you're only twenty-four, not thirty-four—that's so true, I want to applaud. Every sentence you say is a conclusion, what can I say? Should I add supporting evidence? You don't need to."

He paused for a moment.

I picked up the beer bottle and poured myself half a glass.

The foam rose up, and he caught it with his mouth.

"So all I can say is 'yes.' Yes. It's not just a perfunctory response. It's agreement. I agree with everything you say."

Su Wan looked at him.

I watched it for about three seconds.

The scrutiny in her eyes slowly faded, and the mist rose again.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly—not with the knowing "I knew it" kind of understanding she had shown before.

Rather, it's a sense of satisfaction.

She picked up the half-glass of wine that Lin Zhou had just poured.

"That's more like it."

She took a sip.

Foam clung to her upper lip. She was satisfied again.

The chat was silent for a moment.

Then the screen started to flood with comments.

How many words did the Locksmith King just say?

"He's never said this much in front of the camera."

"Three-Second King: Hmm. Yes. Right. Su Wan: Are you just giving me the runaround? Three-Second King (urgently outputs 100 words): No."

"Officer Su pried open the lock-picking master's mouth. Like poking a lock cylinder with a wire, it opened with one poke."