The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

a City Police Department.

Xiao Li closed the transcript and stood behind Bian Huai, frowning, "Captain Bian, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Bian Huai handed him the report in his hand. "The kitchen waste will be cleaned up quickly for some reasons. Ling Si reminded Chen Jihuai to sort the waste before, and he probably listened to it. It will be difficult to track him now."

Xiao Li looked through the report and was unwilling to let this clue end. If Chen Jihuai really... more victims would have been killed during their search.

"Then what should we do next?"

Bian Huai turned around and asked, "How is Old Xu doing? What did you find on the body?"

Lao Xu is a forensic doctor who works with their police station.

"Teacher Xu said that the report will be ready tonight at the latest."

"Then I'll stay in the bureau tonight."

Xiao Li nodded. He had to go back and organize the records. Now there were only two new clues from yesterday.

Bian Huai was sitting at his desk. There was a whiteboard next to him with the progress and news of recent cases pasted on it. There were annotations made with colored markers next to the photos. He leaned against the desk, staring at the information on the whiteboard in a daze. When he saw the note "Ling Mou", he turned on his mobile phone.

At the same time, Ling Si at home received greetings from Bian Huai.

——I’m Bian Huai. Is there anyone who sends you that kind of message now?

Ling Si typed: No.

His typing hand paused for a moment, then he remembered something and asked Bian Huai, "Officer Bian, can I get some information about the mentally ill person on my floor? It's okay if it's inconvenient."

Bian Huai: "Sure. I'll call you and tell you."

Ling Si was about to reply when the call came through. He put the phone to his ear and said, "Officer Bian."

"Yeah." A low, tired voice came from the other end of the phone. Ling Si wondered if it was appropriate to disturb him at this time, but the man had already spoken, "You can call me by my name."

Ling Si was silent for a moment, and Bian Huai hummed in confusion: "Hmm?"

After all, he was the one who needed help. "Bian Huai, can you tell me now?"

There were the sounds of clothes rubbing and rolling, and then the man's cold voice said, "That man was diagnosed with schizophrenia six years ago, and for a long time he was unable to judge his own behavior. We confirmed through his phone that he was the one who sent the harassing messages. But... we can't pursue him, and ultimately ordered his family to send him to a mental hospital for treatment."

The man paused and said, "I know you may be unhappy, but he won't harass you anymore."

The mentally ill patient did not cause any substantial harm to Ling Si. He knew that Bian Huai had done his best, so he had no complaints. "Thank you, Bian Police... Bian Huai."

"You're welcome."

Both sides fell silent, with only the sound of breathing coming into each other's ears through the phone. Being with Bian Huai gave him a sense of peace, and he unconsciously adopted the unconditional trust that humans have in the police.

"Then I'm hanging up, Bian Huai?"

"it is good."

After two beeps, the phone returned to its previous interface. He placed the phone on the dining table, picked up the watering can, and watered the flowers in front of the window.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell brought Ling Si back to his senses. "Who is it?"

He pushed his wheelchair to the door, but due to the height of the peephole, he couldn't see clearly what was happening outside. Who would be looking for him at this time?

"Who is it? If you don't tell me, I won't open the door." Because of what happened last time, Ling Si was extremely alert. Although Bian Huai had said that the person who had disturbed him before had been locked up in a mental hospital, he still had to be careful.

After all, he is not very convenient.

"It's me," a hoarse male voice came from outside the door, "Chen Jihuai."

Ling Si's brows relaxed slightly. The police's questioning and verification time could not exceed 24 hours. Now that Chen Jihuai was back, he should not have found out anything.

"What's the matter with you?"

The door lock popped open, and Chen Jihuai stood in the shadows. He had changed out of his gray-green work jacket and put on a black windbreaker. Except for his white chin exposed under the brim of his hat, his entire body was almost black.

Ling Si's heart skipped a beat, and he saw the man step forward with one of his long legs, which was just stuck in the entrance. He looked up along the man's legs and met his deep gaze.

"I stewed pork ribs at home. I came back late today, and there was no fresh corn at the market. I bought lotus root instead." He seemed to realize that he was facing a person in a wheelchair. He bent his knees and knelt on one knee in front of him, "...Do you want to eat?"

Ling Si tilted his head back imperceptibly, his hands on his knees curled up slightly. He didn't see that Chen Jihuai had something in his hands, so he asked tentatively, "Want to go to your house for dinner?"

The brim of the hat cast a thick shadow on the man's face, so that his expression could not be seen clearly. All that could be heard was his obviously happy voice: "You can go if you want."

Ling Si regretted it after asking. What if Chen Jihuai still had his previous memories? He felt that he could return to the fast-travel bureau tonight. Although he should have died at the beginning and survived for so long by luck, maybe his death could advance the progress of the case.

Yes, Ling Si suspected Chen Jihuai from the beginning. After all, his temperament was too suitable. If he was still a harmless character, there would be no need for such a contrast in his body shape.

Chen Jihuai quickly agreed and pushed his wheelchair out.

When Ling Si entered his neighbor's house, his first reaction was that it was very clean and the lights were very bright. Although it was the same house type, the neighbor's house had a different feel. Chen Jihuai took him to the dining table and turned into the kitchen.

Ling Si secretly looked around the room and saw a toolbox at the entrance, which seemed to be what Chen Jihuai usually brought with him. However, when he helped to repair the water heater that day, he was empty-handed and looked like he had just come back from outside. Then he met a neighbor who was harassed by a mental patient, and there was nothing wrong with helping him out of righteousness.

The sound of footsteps approaching from afar made Ling Si turn his head, and he saw Chen Jihuai holding two white porcelain bowls, and put one filled with ribs and lotus roots in front of him, "I came to see you right after the stew was finished, be careful of the burns."

Chen Jihuai brought another plate with chopsticks and a spoon on it, "You can throw the bones in here."

"Good." Ling Si picked up the spoon and poked the ribs. They were indeed pork bones. The lotus root broke into pieces when touched. It was very soft and sticky. He took a sip of the soup. The aftertaste in his mouth was the taste of various condiments. There was no strange human body parts as he had imagined. "It tastes good."

Chen Jihuai also took a sip of the soup. "I wanted to treat you to this yesterday, but was delayed by something. I asked someone to reserve the ribs in advance. If you like it, I can cook it again."

This was clearly the third time the two had met in the game, and Chen Jihuai behaved as if the two were very familiar with each other. However, there was no hatred or resentment in his eyes, and he seemed to have no memory of his previous encounters.

But Ling Si couldn't explain the current situation and could only smile politely.

"Sorry to bother you, actually..."

"What actually?" Chen Jihuai used clean chopsticks to pick up the ribs from his bowl and gave them to him.

"Nothing." Keeping your mouth shut might extend your life.

I have to say that Chen Jihuai’s cooking skills are really good. Ling Si has also learned some home cooking because of his character, but not yet to his level. If Ling Yi eats it, he will probably like it.

Ling Si was stunned for a moment, why would he think of him at this time. Ling Yi should still be visiting the victim's family at this time, I wonder what identity he went there with.

In a few minutes, Ling Si's bowl was empty, and he drank the soup as well. Chen Jihuai had just finished eating, "I want more, would you like some more?"

Ling Si raised his hand, and the neighbor took the bowl, went back into the kitchen, and repeated the previous action.

Ling Si ate his second bowl without realizing it. He was already a little full at this time. Just when he was about to refuse Chen Jihuai, the other party's dark eyes looked at him again. Ling Si was speechless, "........ Let me drink some soup. I can't eat anymore."

"It's okay. The reason I share with you is to make sure you are full."

When Chen Jihuai was making the soup, he deliberately broke up the oil so that it wouldn't be greasy to drink. He brought the soup to Ling Si again. Even though he was a little full, this soup still made people very hungry. Ling Si's lips touched the edge of the bowl, and then he put the bowl down, "It's a little hot."

Chen Jihuai took the bowl and picked up the spoon. There seemed to be helplessness between his eyebrows and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. It can be seen that he is a person who smiles often on weekdays. "I'll blow it and it won't be hot anymore."

Ling Si lowered his eyes and looked at the soup in the bowl, "Do you really have to drink it?"

The voice was very soft, as if it came from far away, as if it was saying to the executioner: Do you have to die?

"I like you very much, and I also like to share delicious dishes with you, but I don't like guests who waste food." Chen Jihuai half-knelt in front of him. When he looked up, he could clearly see the curve of his mouth. He was very happy, "But next time I will still cook for you."

The warm porcelain spoon had already touched the young man's lips. Ling Si lowered his head and drank the somewhat cold soup. The strange medicine did not affect his taste. It was colorless and tasteless.

After finishing a bowl of soup, Chen Jihuai stood up. The sound of the bowl hitting the table gradually faded away, and the figure of his neighbor gradually became blurred.

Just before falling asleep, Ling Si suddenly remembered what Chen Jihuai said, there should be a next time.

Chen Jihuai bent down and picked up the person in the wheelchair. He ignored the sharp explosion sound of 888 in his mind, blocked it unilaterally, turned off a light in the living room, and the living room soon became dim.

The sofa was newly bought and very soft. The young man slept on it, leaving a shallow dent. The neighbor squatted in front of the sofa. His hands were covered with calluses from constant work, and when he touched his cheek, it left a little mark.

His hand bounced away and remained frozen in the air for a moment, as if thinking about how much force he had just used.

Chen Jihuai released 888 and said in a low voice, as if warning: "Be quiet, don't wake him up."

888's voice really got quieter, and then it realized that it was in Chen Jihuai's consciousness, so how could it be so noisy! ?

[Don't tell me you really want to kill him!? He has already passed the predetermined time of death, and all subsequent developments will follow common sense, so don't mess with it.]

Chen Jihuai's fingers lingered on the young man's thin neck, like a lover's caress, or like he was measuring where to start. "You are very nervous about him, why?"

[I am worried about you. I changed you from the protagonist to the villain, not to let you cause trouble. Although the villain is not a good person, you can't do whatever you want. ]

Chen Jihuai finally took back his hand from his neck, circled his wrist, and sighed, "You've lost weight and are not as healthy as before. Is it because of your legs?"

He asked 888: "Do you know what happened to his legs?"

[I don’t know. It was not mentioned.]

The slender fingers fiddled with the fingers of the sleeping man, and five fingers were embedded in the gaps between the fingertips. The man was still reminding his system to shut up across space and not disturb him. At this time, he picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of the two people's clasped hands.

"..."

Chen Jihuai said leisurely: "I know you are useless, and I am the only one who does not despise you."

"You know whether he helped me solve the problems in that world or not."

[I just reported the world's problems, and then the system helped me solve them. I don't know if it has anything to do with him.]

"If we met once, it would be considered a coincidence. What about twice?" The system was about to say something else, but Chen Jihuai interrupted him, "I made pork rib soup to repay him, and he liked it very much."

888: [&%###]

If drugging is considered a reward, I really don't understand the weird imagination and logic of human beings.

888 saw Chen Jihuai lower his head. Due to his perspective, he could only see what Chen Jihuai saw. He saw the tip of the little pervert's nose touch the cold touch of Father God, and his slightly moving nose showed that he was sniffing.

Does it really smell that good?

888 was puzzled. It was the same in the previous world. Chen Jihuai would hold someone else’s dirty clothes and start smelling them. His pupils constricted with excitement. At that time, he disdained the other person, but now he was a little curious.

But due to the limitations of the world, it cannot appear here casually. Perhaps it should also build a body for itself, so that it will have the five basic senses of human beings and can verify the doubts in its mind.

When Chen Jihuai's head moved downwards, 888 couldn't stand it anymore and gave him an electric shock. Chen Jihuai didn't even move his body and unilaterally blocked 888 again, making it so angry that it cursed in the space.

As expected, bitch! Chen Jihuai is such a bastard!

Chen Jihuai, who was studying his benefactor's body seriously, naturally didn't know that his system was already cursing him in his mind. He held the young man's ankle, which was covered with a thin layer of skin, and was startled by the cold touch. He touched upwards and it was warm.

He walked up along the calf. The loose pants were lifted up to the thigh. The man felt the soft skin and the occasional protruding veins. The muscles were slightly atrophied. It should be just due to poor exercise. No signs of sutures were found, which basically ruled out the leg disease caused by external collision.

Then why can't you stand up?

Perhaps it was the high temperature that made the sleeping person a little uncomfortable. In the sight, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly as if his sleep was disturbed, and the fingertips in his hand trembled slightly. Chen Jihuai leaned over and touched his fingertips with his cool lips.

"Pork rib soup alone is far from enough. I can never repay your kindness to me."

Although he didn't know Ling Si's identity, 888 kept silent. Chen Jihuai didn't insist on pursuing the matter. He didn't care.

"I knew you were kind. The first time I saw you, I smelled a white scent, which means a soft heart. It's not a good thing to always be soft-hearted. Fortunately, you met me."

"Master Ling."