I went night fishing by the river, only to be stopped by a hot cop who mistook me for a body dumper. I tried desperately to explain: "I'm here to fish!" The cop didn't buy it: "Where's the bait?" I shrugged helplessly: "Fish ate it." The cop pressed: "Where's the rod?" I sighed: "Fish dragged it away." The cop sneered: "Where's the fish? I've been watching you for half an hour, not a single fish. Are you the Air Force commander?" I broke down instantly: "Haha, actually I'm the killer! I'm really the killer! Arrest me! Arrest me now!!" 1 Not catching a single fry all night, I might as well be the killer! The handsome cop probably didn't expect a simple questioning to break me. He quickly tried to patch things up: "Sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I just really didn't expect you were here to fish, given how clean your bucket is." Hearing this, I cried even louder. Bro, are you comforting me or twisting the knife? While handing me tissues, the cop persisted: "If you didn't catch any fish, did you catch anything else?" I sobbed: "Does catching a shoe count?" The cop nodded immediately: "Of course! Where's the shoe?" I pointed to the pond in front of us: "I got too mad, threw it back." The cop took a slow breath: "Exactly where? Can you fish it out again?" I shook my head, troubled: "Unlikely. Just now, a frustrated angler got so mad he went down to fight the fish, probably kicked the shoe away." The hot cop tsked, looking a bit headache-prone, and contacted his colleagues to come dredge for the shoe. Curious, I tentatively asked: "Did something happen?" The hot guy answered with a question: "Have you encountered anything strange?" Absolutely! I slapped my thigh: "This pond! I've been here five days, at least three hours a day, and haven't caught a single fish. Tell me, isn't that strange!" The hot guy smiled slightly: "Let's not discuss luck." I thought to myself, how can you call this luck! This is clearly suspicious! Does anyone really go home empty-handed for a week straight? I don't believe it! I wanted to argue for myself, but the hot cop's colleague arrived first: "Officer Lu, how's the situation on your end?" Seeing me, the other cop's eyes lit up: "Caught a suspect?" The hot guy waved his hand: "This lady is just here to fish." "What?" The other cop was clearly incredulous: "Fishing? Then why is her bucket empty? "We released three thousand pounds of fry into this pond, and she didn't catch a single one?!" 2 Enough! I said enough! You two cold-hearted men! You better sleep with one eye open tonight! "Stop it," the cop named Luke couldn't bear to look at my tragic expression, quickly patting his colleague, "Should be nothing here, let's check over there." Filled with grief and indignation, I followed them to the side. "Where are you going?" Luke blocked me. I pouted: "Retrieving my fishing rod, I set up a big one over there." Luke let go then, asking as we walked: "Are you familiar with the fishing buddies around here?" I nodded and shook my head: "Sort of, just familiar faces, don't know their names." Luke said "Oh": "Any suspicious persons?" I kept a straight face: "Plenty. Officer, you need to know, anglers only have two states: extremely calm and extremely manic. "For example, right now I look extremely calm, but actually I really want to jump into the water and fight the fish." Luke suppressed a laugh: "Maybe jump later, finish answering our questions first." As we spoke, we reached my fishing rod. Observing the water surface, confirming there was no movement, my heart turned to ash instantly: "Then ask quickly, I'm ready to go in." Luke quickly grabbed me: "Don't get exci—" Before he finished, the float on the water surface shook, then started to drift. I froze, then rejoiced, pouncing to pull the rod: "Up up up! Fish on!!" Must be a big one, quite heavy. I couldn't pull it at first and almost threw my back out. Seeing this, Luke quickly helped me: "Slow down, don't get excited!" How could I listen to him, waving my hand frantically: "Net net net! Give me the net!" Luke scanned around: "No net!" Damn, hooked a big one once a year, and forgot the landing net today! "It's fine!" I gritted my teeth instantly, "No net, I'll pull it hard!!" Just a fish, twenty pounds max! I don't believe I can't pull it up! ... Overestimated. Feels like eighty pounds. But luckily this fish didn't struggle. Luke and I pulled hard for nearly half a minute, finally seeing a shadow surface. "This fish... has a weird shape." As the shadow got closer, my expression grew stranger: "This fish... why is it rectangular??" 3 Good news: Didn't go home empty-handed today. Bad news: What came up wasn't a fish. Midnight by the pond, red and blue police lights flashing. And I squatted by the pond, touching my heavy rod, weeping silently: You worked hard, big rod. Since you came to my hand, didn't catch a single fish, but caught human fragments first. "Is the rod damaged? Still usable?" A voice came from above. I looked up, meeting Luke's handsome face, my sorrow instantly lessened. "It's fine, this rod can handle 130 pounds." Although until now, I've never seen a fish over 30 pounds. Luke hummed "Mm", his eyes quite gentle in the night: "Tell us if it's damaged. After all, you helped us retrieve a body, the police can offer some compensation." I wiped my tears dramatically: "Then it's definitely damaged. Officer Lu, my soul is severely injured, need comfort urgently." Luke suppressed a laugh: "Send you a pennant later? Fishing King?" I choked: "Are you sure you're not being sarcastic?" Before Luke could speak, a pungent stench drifted over. It stank for ten miles, bringing tears to anyone who smelled it! "What's happening?" I almost vomited, covering my nose hurriedly. Luke looked over: "The coroner opened the suitcase." Hearing this, I instinctively looked back, but Luke blocked my eyes almost immediately. "Don't look." His palm landed before my eyes, pushing gently, making me retreat: "You'll have insomnia for a long time if you look." I blinked, knowing it was for my own good, and obediently retreated behind the police car following his force. Only when completely away from the suitcase did Luke let go: "It's late, I'll drive you back first." I said "Ah", my mind still on the suitcase. "Hey." Luke waved in front of me, "What are you thinking about?" I snapped back, grabbing Luke's hand, pointing at the distant suitcase: "That suitcase, I seem to have seen it somewhere." 4 Not seem to, I definitely saw it somewhere. The floral print on the side of the suitcase looked so familiar! Luke was stunned too, then became serious: "Really? Think hard then, this is a big clue for solving the case." Of course I knew, but often the harder you try to remember, the blurrier the memory gets. After thinking for a long time, my brain was still mush. Seeing this, Luke took out his phone: "Let's exchange contact info first, contact me anytime you remember." I nodded "Oh oh", exchanging numbers with him. Luke looked at me: "What should I call you?" I said: "My last name is Wen, Wen Mian." (let's call her Wendy) "Okay." Luke looked at me, slowly exhaling, "It's late, I'll send you home first. Come to the station tomorrow to make a statement. "Think carefully about that suitcase when you get back tonight." I waved my hand: "It's fine, I drove here, I can go back myself." Luke insisted: "It's very late, unsafe for a girl to go back alone. My colleague will drive your car back for you." Since he put it that way, I couldn't refuse. Thinking this guy is handsome and kind, I got into the car happily. On the way back, I chatted with Luke at first, then got too sleepy and lazy to speak, leaning against the window thinking about the suitcase print. That flower is too familiar, where exactly did I see... Holy cow! The car braked suddenly. Unprepared, I was thrown forward, chest hurting from the seatbelt. "What happened?" I rubbed my chest, coming back to my senses. "Arrived at your community." Luke pointed to the gate ahead, "I'll register, send you downstairs." I wanted to say no need for the trouble, just a few steps, but Luke already rolled down the window greeting the security booth, finishing registration in a few sentences. "Quite responsible to the people..." I muttered. Luke just smiled upon hearing it: "Should be." The car quickly arrived downstairs. I unbuckled the seatbelt: "Thanks Officer Lu, you go back and rest early too." Luke looked at me, gaze indecipherable: "It's okay, remember to come to the station tomorrow." I nodded "Mm mm": "I know." Luke didn't unlock the door, but repeated: "Must come." I thought I'm not senile, no need to repeat so many times. But stared at by Luke's deep eyes, I swallowed the complaint. "I will definitely go." Luke seemed satisfied then, unlocking the door to let me out. Back home, showered and cleaned up, it was almost dawn. Leaning on the balcony drying my hair, forcing my eyes open waiting for the washing machine, I glanced down and saw a very familiar car parked downstairs. Isn't that Luke's car? Why hasn't he left yet?
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