next year is a wolf

Lu Tian's motor nerves are surprisingly well developed, and with the No. 1 sports test score, he was admitted to the first high school of the experiment without any suspense.

The school informed Lu Jue that he would bring Lu Tian to the school to report the day after tomorrow.

Experiment No. [-] High School is a semi-closed school, and his home is half an hour away from here. Lu Jue plans to let him stay at school for lunch at noon, and then go home to rest at night.

But I talked to Lu Tian a few times, but I didn't see him responding. Lu Tian's slightly drooping lips hinted that he was not in a very happy mood, as if he didn't want to stay in school very much.

"If you want to come back at noon, you can come to the bar and find me directly. In the evening, I will pick you up." Lu Jue took out a brand new mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to him, saying, "I bought a new card, what can I do in the future?" Just send me a text message."

Thinking that he didn't even know the words and couldn't speak well, Lu Jue specially saved a lot of emoticons for him.

"If you need me to go over, just send a period. See, it's just the circle." Lu Jue took out his phone and typed a period to send him.

Lu Tian stared at the period on the screen of the phone in a daze, and returned a period to Lu Jue.

Lu Jue bowed his head and sent him "030".

Looking at this symbol, Lu Tian raised his lips and smiled.

This is the first time that Lu Jue saw him smile. He doesn't like to laugh at all, but when he smiles, there is a kind of fireworks from all over the world blooming in his eyes in an instant.

"030" Lu Tian came back quickly.

Lu Jue was happy, he smiled, and patted Lu Tian's shoulder: "Zhou Ma."

Lu Jue only went to work in the bar in the afternoon, Xiao Wu was resting on duty, and he was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Lu Jue walked over with Lu Tian, ​​sat next to him, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table, rolled his eyes, and saw that Xiao Wu was watching entertainment news.

"Why is this old man so gossiping? He likes to watch entertainment news. What the hell." Lu Jue made a joke.

"This is full of Fang Qingya's news, I want to see nothing else." Xiao Wu said softly, "This little fresh meat is quite popular recently, why can't he think about committing suicide."

Lu Jue was throwing things into the trash can, but he was stunned when he heard this sentence: "What did you say? He committed suicide?"

Xiao Wu nodded: "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can read the news. Fang Qingya suffered from depression because of writing songs, and he can only sleep every day by taking medicine. His personal doctor revealed that he took a large amount of something that day. Zipam, hey, what the hell is Zipam here?"

"Tranquilizers, hallucinogens, have anesthetic effect." Lu Jue snatched the tablet from his hand, frowned and turned back the progress bar of the original video.

"How do you know so clearly?" Xiao Wu asked.

Lu Jue looked at him and answered word by word: "My friend runs a pharmacy."

He had a headache for a while, and the headache caused insomnia, so Jiang Heng prescribed some diazepam for him, telling him not to overdose.

Overdose can cause symptoms of poisoning.

But the difference between diazepam and heroin is too great.

The main ingredient of heroin is diacetylmorphine, which can be detected in the blood for four to five days. Could it be that the group of forensic doctors are sincerely trying to hide it?

Lu Jue faintly felt that something was wrong, put down the tablet, stood up, went to the bathroom and called Lian Heng.

Lian Heng was the only police officer he knew, and he was the only one who immediately thought of him when something happened.

"Old Lian, what are you doing?"

Lian Heng's side sounded quite noisy, and the background sound of Ula Ula was like the sound of a large machine running.

Lian Heng yelled: "For law enforcement, demolish illegal buildings."

During the conversation, Lu Jue heard the sound of the wall collapsing, took the phone away and said: "I forgot to ask you, are you a Pianer police or a criminal police?"

"Do you think the criminal police can take care of this?" Lao Lian called out, "Pian'er police."

"Okay then." It's a bit troublesome that Heng shouldn't even take care of the murder case.

Lian Heng realized that he seemed to have something to do, so he raised his voice and said, "I was in the Criminal Investigation Brigade before and was transferred to the department. If you have anything to do, just say it."

Lu Jue thought for a moment and said, "Then let's meet."

When Lian Heng came here, he was still wearing his police uniform. He had just finished demolishing the illegal building, and was covered in cement dust. He could no longer be a servant of the people.

When Lu Jue saw him, he wanted to bow to him and said, "Comrade Lian, you have worked hard."

Lu Jue restrained the urge, pointed to the sofa in the bar and said, "Sit down."

Lian Heng glanced at the surrounding decoration and said, "Not bad, the decoration is quite aesthetically pleasing."

The main color is black, intertwined with dark red lights, and the furniture patterns are complicated, imitating the dark gothic style of the middle ages.

"It's okay." Lu Jue glanced at it and said, "I'm not discussing decoration with you today, but there is a case that I find particularly strange."

As soon as Lian Heng heard that there was a case, Lian Heng's eyes immediately changed, and the creases at the corners of his eyes disappeared, and he asked brightly, "What case?"

"Take off your police uniform before you talk to me properly. With this on, I feel like a fucking prisoner being interrogated." Lu Jue wanted to remind him just now.

Lian Heng smiled, raised his hand and took off his coat, and asked while arranging his sleeves: "What's the case?"

Lu Jue didn't speak, put the phone on the table, pushed it in front of Lian Heng, and the page stayed on Fang Qingya's latest report.

"Isn't this case closed?" Lian Heng picked up his phone and glanced at it, "Singer Fang surnamed, died of depression after taking medicine..."

"Coincidentally, I know this singer surnamed Fang." Lu Jue said, "He doesn't look like someone with depression, and he has a history of drug use."

When Lian Heng heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "Do you think there is something else hidden?"

"Absolutely." Lu Jue looked into his eyes and said, "why the media refuses to reveal his important background. Think about it, a long-term drug addict who died of taking hallucinogenic drugs is the same as a person who has never smoked People who were poisoned died after taking hallucinogenic drugs, and the difference between the two will directly affect other people's judgment on the cause of his death."

"His company was afraid of affecting the artist's image, and colluded with the police to declare that he committed suicide by taking drugs?" Lian Heng took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it twice and asked.

"I've also thought about this reason." Lu Jue said, "However, ordinary brokerage companies have such great capabilities. Besides, Fang Qingya is dead and will no longer be of any use value to their company. Why do they have to spend so much effort?" To cover up this person's death? Stop the loss in time, get rid of the relationship, and it is the smartest thing to do."

Just as he was talking, Lu Jue suddenly patted down the table, suddenly realizing: "Look at Fang Qingya's contract, what are the provisions on breach of contract?"

"You mean, if an artist takes drugs, it will actually cause a breach of contract with the endorser, so the brokerage company will hide it?" Lian Heng asked.

"Yes." Lu Jue said, "and the interests in it may be darker than we imagined."

"It just so happens that I have a student who is an anti-narcotics police officer. You should also..." Lian Heng glanced at him halfway through his speech, "Well, you probably don't know him anymore. But it doesn't matter, he is very efficient in his work. When he comes back in two days, I'll tell him."

"Where is he now?" Lu Jue asked.

"S City."

Zhou Ci was wearing a black windbreaker, wearing a giant black super, holding a handful of white roses, leaning in front of a black trot.

A little boy ran out of the clinic just after getting an injection, with tears still on his face, he glanced at Zhou Ci, and timidly stopped on the spot.

"Hey, brat, take this flower and give it to the elder brother in the white coat inside." Zhou Ci raised his chin at the child and stretched out his hand, "Go!"

Tears rolled in the child's eyes from being frightened by him.

"Why are you crying, hurry up." Zhou Ci felt that his handsome face could not scare the child into tears, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't go, I'll beat you up, believe it or not."

The child finally burst into tears, and his parents followed the sound.

"What's the matter?" the parent ran over and asked patiently.

"He—" the child pointed at Zhou Ci and complained mercilessly, "He."

Zhou Ci scratched the back of his head, and nodded to his parents with apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, I didn't see you..."

Before the parents could say anything, Jiang Heng came out of the door, frowned and looked at Zhou Ci and said, "You go."

Zhou Ci was quite arrogant just now, but when he saw him, he froze, took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, smiled and put the flowers on the ground, stepped back and said: "I was planning to leave today, to you Come, just to say goodbye."

Jiang Heng didn't speak, just looked at the bouquet of white roses on the ground.

"White roses are just right for you, but not for me." When Zhou Ci laughed, there was a touch of cynicism in the corner of his mouth. He didn't know why he looked a little lonely at the moment, and he paused for a while before saying, "I'm sorry. , Jiang Heng, I did drink too much that night."

After speaking, he turned around and opened the door, and got into the car.

Before the car started, Jiang Heng sent him a message, and Zhou Ci squinted at it.

The message read: "We can't be friends anymore, from now on, let's stop dating."

When Teacher Lian Heng called, Zhou Ci happened to be full of grievances and had nowhere to vent, so he cried loudly into the phone: "Teacher, I'm broken in love."

Lian Heng: "Which girl are you looking at again?"

Zhou Ci wondered if it would be easy to deal with a girl. He would use the landlord's son to rob her by force, and tie her back home.But what he saw was a young guy, the kind who could beat people up.

Looking at the arm that was almost broken by him, Zhou Ci secretly shook his head.

"Teacher, what you said, you dare to tell me who I like."

Lian Heng smiled heartily: "I still need to be a matchmaker, a girl who is not a train skin is jumping on you."

Zhou Ci said sourly: "Although it is like a cloud, I think about bandits."

"Okay, don't be sad here. I have a case here and I need your help."

"Excuse me, teacher, you are too serious. If there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely do my best." Zhou Ci asked with the steering wheel in his hand, "So what's the matter?"

"It's about Lu Jue." As soon as Lian Heng said this, Zhou Ci fell silent immediately, so he changed to a more familiar name, "Lu Dinghan, the code name in the team back then was old A."

"It's him?" Lu Jue raised his lips and smiled, "I know this person."

Lian Heng was stunned for a moment: "Do you know Zhou Ci?"

"That's right, my friend told me about him not long ago." Lu Jue remembered Jiang Heng's drunken appearance, "The two of you are interesting."

Lian Heng knew that this student was a second-generation student, and unexpectedly he could hook up with Lu Jue's friends. He coughed and said, "It's good to know each other. Then, when he comes, you can have a good chat later. I'm already in the situation." Talk to him again. I have something to go first. "

Lu Jue has never met Zhou Ci, but he can judge his social class based on the agreed restaurant. He must be very rich, but it is not the same as Kurosawa's rich. He must have been rich for three generations.

Sure enough, when Zhou Ci came, it secretly fit all of Lu Jue's imagination.

Famous cars and watches, brand-name shirts, don't like to wear police uniforms, have a touch of masculine fragrance, walk coquettishly, wear sunglasses on cloudy days.

Very good, no wonder he chased Jiang Heng for so many years, but Jiang Heng didn't agree.

This product is not the type that Jiang Heng likes at all.

After Zhou Ci sat down, he put the sunglasses on the table, raised the corner of his lips and snapped his fingers: "Waiter, order here."

Then he pushed the menu in front of Lu Jue and said, "Order whatever you want."

Lu Jue glanced at the silly and expensive French dish name, and silently added a lot of favorability to Zhou Ci in his heart.

Really stupid people have a lot of money.

The author has something to say: Don't guess what Brother Tian is thinking, you don't understand after guessing.

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