Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 332: "Bound by Hair as Husband and Wife, with Undoubted Love
A person was lying at her feet in the dim alley.
Song Yi instantly took several steps back, a chill rising from the soles of her feet.
The sticky feeling underfoot made Song Yi look with panic towards Tang Si, who had caught up.
The evening wind blew coldly, the scent of blood intensely permeating the air.
Tang Si immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Don’t be afraid." The man’s voice was steady, pulling her behind him with one hand.
Tang Si crouched down, took out his phone, and the flashlight illuminated the person lying on the ground.
It was a middle-aged man, about 30 years old.
Blood flowed from his head, and Tang Si frowned, looking at the wall beside him where a nail protruded.
On the man’s forehead were several obvious nail holes.
It was clear that the man had deliberately struck the nail with his head.
Song Yi felt a chill all over and her scalp tingling, not knowing if it was the scene before her or the night wind.
Tang Si turned back to Song Yi: "Sweetie, help me call the police."
Song Yi immediately nodded: "Okay."
Not knowing how to deal with such a situation and being inherently afraid of the police station, she was unfamiliar with how the police handled matters.
So after Tang Si spoke, when she took out her phone to dial a number, her hands paused, recalling that 110 was the number.
"xxxxx110, the bureau’s number." Tang Si provided a number.
Song Yi dialed the number.
"Hello, Ning City Bureau."
Song Yi: "A male body was found at Alley 11, North Street in the city center."
She took a deep breath: "I am at the scene, along with the captain of the bureau’s criminal investigation team, Tang Si."
...
People from the bureau arrived quickly.
Tang Si stood in place, looking at Song Yi.
"How do you feel?"
Song Yi put down the phone, not understanding what he meant: "Hmm?"
"How does it feel to call the police?"
"It’s... alright." Song Yi took a breath: "It doesn’t seem that scary."
Tang Si smiled faintly, rubbing Song Yi’s head: "Although I don’t know what you’ve been through to fear the police so much."
"But I’ll be here in the future."
Song Yi said nothing, unsure of what to say.
Being with Tang Si did indeed lessen her fear of the police station.
Not as intense as before, she began to feel that the profession was sacred and great.
Song Yi: "Aren’t you curious about what I experienced before?"
Tang Si: "Curious, but I’m more concerned about whether you’ll have a good future."
So he never inquired about her past.
"If you don’t want to say, I won’t force you, but if you ever need to talk, I’m here anytime." The man’s tone was steady, softly and lightly, all on a parallel line.
Being in a relationship with a mature man felt like this, with care and concern in every detail.
Tang Si’s attention to detail never lacked.
Song Yi nodded.
She lowered her head and took a bracelet from her pocket, woven from string: "This is for you, the gift I mentioned."
"Though...giving a gift in this setting seems a bit inappropriate, I thought you’d be busy soon, and it might be delayed long to give it to you."
"I must give this to you, I wove it when I was 18, the day I became an adult."
Tang Si: "Help me put it on."
Song Yi placed the bracelet on his wrist.
The man’s gaze quietly rested on her face, calm as water, with no fear displayed in her expression in this situation.
The string was woven in red, the man’s hand well-defined with veins popping, appearing particularly sexy.
The red string on his hand didn’t appear effeminate, instead adding to the sexiness.
After putting on the bracelet, he pulled her into his embrace and gently kissed her forehead.
"I’ll have someone take you back later."
"Okay." Song Yi nodded in agreement.
But this time, Song Yi did not tell him to be careful, to be sure to watch out.
Because the situation was urgent at the scene, Tang Si didn’t think deeply.
...
Soon, the field team from the bureau arrived discreetly.
Since no crowd gathered at the crime scene, there was no need to attract onlookers.
Song Yi was also escorted back.
At the scene, the forensic department’s Wang Jinliang judged: "From the scene, it appears to be suicide."
"The fatal injury is the head." Wang Jinliang said: "Constantly hitting the nail on the wall with the head, whether there’s a possibility of homicide needs further examination."
"Hmm." Tang Si nodded coldly and detachedly: "Zhou Liang, investigate nearby surveillance to see how this person arrived."
"Also check if there’s any report of a missing person."
"If not, once the autopsy confirms the cause of death, make it public for someone to claim the body."
"It might not be suicide."
Zhou Liang: "Why?"
Tang Si pointed to the body on the ground: "From head to toe, all top-tier brands, and the watch on his wrist is an eight-figure one."
"Such a person is typically a figure among the upper class, with a privileged life, having experienced business ups and downs, unlikely to commit suicide for no reason."
Tang Si: "Specifically, let’s wait for the autopsy report."
...
The night was thick, neon lights flashing and intertwining.
The police busily photographed every angle of the scene, putting the body in a bag to bring back to the bureau’s forensic lab. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Then they also cleaned up the scene.
At this moment, Tang Si got in the car, and the string bracelet suddenly felt sharp.
He raised an eyebrow slightly: "Turn on the car light."
Zhou Liang, driving, turned on the light: "What’s up?"
Tang Si raised his hand, looking at the bracelet, spotting two or three black things sticking out.
"What is this?"
Zhou Liang leaned over to take a look: "This might be hair."
Tang Si: "Hair?"
Zhou Liang: "Did your girl give it to you?"
"Does it have any meaning?"
"Uh..." Zhou Liang thought for a moment: "One meaning is, she’s entrusted you with her entire life."
"Bound as husband and wife, loving and unyielding."
Tang Si frowned: "What if it was woven at 18?"
"At 18, in that locality, there’s a saying, when a girl weaves a red string with her hair, especially on the day she becomes an adult, and gives it to her lover later, it means..."
"What’s that?"
Zhou Liang licked his lips: "It means..."
Tang Si coldly: "Stutter again, and I’ll cut off your tongue."
Zhou Liang shuddered in fear and quickly said: "It means if you get hurt, face disaster or hardship, no matter what bad thing happens, she’ll bear it for you."
Tang Si’s heart tightened suddenly, as if something heavily struck his heart.
